#we aren���t as close as we were as kids

[screaminglygay]

Hop on.

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: when your brother’s bike breaks down, you turn to natasha´s shop for help, what starts as a simple repair leads to a whirlwind of teasing banter. sometimes, fixing a bike can lead to mending more than just machinery.

warnings: bike accident, but nothing horrible, then just FLUFF!!, mild teasing, brother being an ass hehe

word count: 8.9k

an: i wrote this a while ago, but i still really like this one a lot, so i hope you´ll do too:) also yes, i don´t know anything about bikes:D

"What can I help you with?" The receptionist asks, but noticing you´re worried look right away.

"Um… my brother, he- had an accident," you mumble out to her.

"Can you tell me your name, miss?" She looks down at her computer.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," you show her your ID.

The lady gives you the ID back, makes a few clicks and looks back at you, "he is in the room number seven."

You basically sprint there, slamming the door open, thankfully your brother was the only person in there. But the sight of him made you confused, he was sitting on the bed, smiling as usual, just few bruises on his face and a bandage oh his leg.

"Hey, sis," he makes the peace sign, while your heartbeat is going milions per seconds.

"Hey, sis?! Hey, sis?! What the hell?!" You walk up to him and smack him.

"Ouch! What was that for?" He scratches his head.

"What was- are you kidding me?" You pull out your phone, "25 minutes ago, I got this message from your friend: 'hey, don´t freak out, but your brother is going to the hospital, bike accident.' I rush here, committing like thirty-seven crimes…and you´re here smiling and saying 'hey, sis?!'"

"Oh… Kevin´s idiot," he shakes his head.

"No, you are! What the hell happened?!" You move your hands around.

"Can you just chill for a second? Jeez." He stratches, "We were riding, normally, but then one of the cars cut me off and I slipped. I´m fine, but bike was pretty fucked up." As he tells you the story of what´ve happened, you scan his face, obivously you´re glad he is okay, but deep down you´re angry that he still rides that thing.

"Are you sure you´re okay? You look down on his leg.

"Yeah, nothing that didn´t happened before. But uh… I need ride back home." He shifts in his position, even when he tries to mask it, he is still in some visible pain.

"I figured. Stay here, I´ll get someone…"

After two hours he is finally let out of the hospital, you help him into the passenger seat, careful not to jar his injured leg. As you close the door, you mutter, “I swear, one day that bike is going to be the death of you.”

He rolls his eyes as you start the car. “You worry too much. It’s not like I haven’t crashed before.”

“Yeah, and you’re still riding that death trap.” You grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary. “Why do you even keep that thing? It’s not like you can ride it anytime soon.”

He winces as he shifts in his seat, not meeting your gaze. “I just… I need it fixed, okay? I’ll be careful next time. Can you help me with that… pleaseee?

You let out a sigh. “You’re lucky you didn’t end up worse. Fine, I’ll take care of it, but you’re not driving that bike again until I’m sure it won’t fall apart under you.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” he says, softer than before, like he knows you mean well even when you’re pissed. He’s quiet for a moment, then adds, “You know, there’s a mechanic not far from here, Red Guardian.”

You nod, making a mental note. “I’ll check it out. But you, mister, are on bed rest.”

"Aren´t you three years younger than me?"

You glance at him, "and yet I´m the smarter one, so bed it is."

“Whatever you say, mom.”

...

Two days later you finally arrive at Red Guardin, a place that looks far more organized than you expected for a bike shop. The sign is simple, but the place has a charm, just like you’d heard. You park your car and walk inside, the smell of oil and metal hitting you as you step through the door.

A woman with fiery red braided hair is leaning over a motorcycle, hands deep in the engine. She doesn’t look up as she says, “Be with you in a sec.”

You clear your throat, trying not to be too obvious as you check her out. “Uh, take your time.”

She straightens up, wiping her hands on a rag before turning to face you. Her green eyes meet yours, and she gives you a small, confident smirk. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m here about my brother’s bike,” you start, but she cuts you off.

“Your brother? The guy who got cut off and ended up in the hospital?” She chuckles lightly, shaking her head. “Yeah, I heard about him. Of what I´ve heard that bike’s a mess, but there is nothing I can´t fix.”

You blink, a little taken aback. “You already know about it?”

“Word travels fast in this town,” Natasha replies, that teasing smile still on her lips. “Plus, your brother’s been in here before. He’s not exactly subtle.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course. He didn’t tell me that part.”

“So, where’s the patient?” Natasha smiles as she takes some gloves.

You fumble with your words for a moment, feeling a little awkward. “Uh, it’s in my car. Or, well, in the truck bed."

You lead her outside to where you´re parked. Natasha walks around it, examining the damage with a critical eye. She’s quiet for a moment, then looks over at you. “Well, the frame’s a little bent, and the engine’s definitely seen better days. But it’s not totaled. I can fix this.”

You nod, relieved. “Thank God. I had no idea what to do. I mean, I know a bike has wheels, an engine, and all that, but that’s where my knowledge ends.”

Natasha gives you a teasing smile. “Good thing you came to the right place. I’ll need to take it inside and get a closer look. Mind helping me unload it?”

You quickly agree, and the two of you start unstrapping the bike. Natasha shows you where to hold it and how to carefully lower it down. As you work together, she starts explaining what she’s looking for.

“See this here?” she says, pointing to a section of the frame. “It’s bent, but not too badly. I’ll have to realign it, though. And this,” she taps the engine, “will need a rebuild. Your brother’s lucky it didn’t crack.”

You listen intently, trying to follow along even though most of what she’s saying goes over your head. Natasha notices your blank expression and laughs softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. By the time I’m done, it’ll be good as new.”

You can’t help but smile at how confident she is. “Thanks," you look down for a name tag, but there isn´t one,

"It´s Natasha," she smiles.

You nod, "Natasha, I really appreciate it. My brother would lose his mind if he thought he couldn’t ride again.”

She gives you a quick wink. “No problem. I’m used to fixing things, especially when they mean a lot to someone.”

There’s a warmth in her voice that makes your heart skip a beat. You swallow nervously, trying to focus on the bike and not the way Natasha is looking at you with that confident, playful smirk.

You´re glad that you found the right place.

…

As you pull up to your house, the sun already dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the yard. As you step inside, your brother is lounging on the couch, leg propped up on a stack of pillows, flipping through channels on the TV. He looks up as you walk in, his eyes narrowing in concern.

“Well?” he asks, cutting straight to the point. “Is it fixable? Am I ever going to ride again?”

You set your bag down and kick off your shoes, feeling the day’s tension start to melt away. “Natasha said it’s fixable, but it’ll take some time. The frame’s bent, and the engine needs a rebuild. But she’s confident she can get it back in shape.” You repeat what she told you earlier.

He visibly relaxes, “Natasha is fixing it? Good. I was worried it’d be a total loss."

“Yeah, well, you got lucky,” you say, crossing your arms as you lean against the doorway. “You’re not exactly gentle on that thing.”

He scoffs. “It’s a bike, not a porcelain doll. It’s meant to be ridden hard.”

You roll your eyes. “And that’s why you’re here, with a busted leg, instead of out riding. You should really be more careful.”

He shoots you a teasing grin. “You sound like mom agan.”

“Someone has to, since you clearly don’t listen at all.”

He chuckles, then winces as he adjusts his leg. “Okay, okay, point taken. But when it will be ready?”

Your expression softening. “Natasha said she’ll have it back to you in no time. She knows what she’s doing. It’ll be like new—maybe even better.”

He sighs, relief washing over his features. “Great-" you cut him off.

"You´ll take it easy when you get back on the road. No more stunts, no more pushing your luck. You got off easy this time, but next time you might not be so lucky.”

He rolls his eyes but nods. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be careful.”

“I mean it!” you say, your tone firm but caring. “I don’t want to get another call like that.”

His teasing expression fades, and he nods more seriously. “I know. I’ll be careful. Promise.”

You give him a small smile, reaching over to mess up his hair. “Good. Now, get some rest."

"I will, but can you promise you will check on the bike, when you can?" He gives you the best innocent look he possibly can.

"I will check it out tomorrow after work." You nod.

“Thanks, sis. I owe you one.”

“Yeah, you do,” you reply, “and don’t forget it.”

As you walk away, you hear him mutter, “I won’t!”

…

The next day, you find yourself back at the shop, unable to shake the feeling of curiosity or maybe it’s something else entirely, that pulls you there. The familiar scent of motor oil and metal greets you as you step inside. Natasha is already hard at work, leaning over a bike with her back to you, her hands moving expertly as she adjusts something under the engine. You can´t help, but stare. Her toned hands are someting you can definetly look at forever.

She glances up as you approach, a smirk playing on her lips when she sees you basically drooling. “Back again? You know, most people don’t check in this often. Are you here to make sure I’m actually working?”

You snap back out of your thoughts, shaking your head. “No, nothing like that. My brother’s just obsessed with that bike. He’s convinced it needs constant check-ups or it’ll fall apart. Honestly, he probably cares about it more than is healthy.”

Natasha straightens up, wiping her hands on a rag as she walks over to you, a teasing glint in her eye. “Sounds like a lot of work, keeping up with all those concerns. You know, I could make it easier for you…”

“Oh?” you reply, raising an eyebrow. “And how exactly would you do that?”

She leans casually against the counter, that familiar smirk tugging at her lips. “I could give you my number. That way, you can check in on the bike whenever you or your brother want. Get updates straight from the source.”

You laugh, feeling a little flustered by how smooth she is. “Right, for the bike.”

“Of course, for the bike,” Natasha says, her voice dripping with playful innocence, though the mischievous sparkle in her eyes tells you she’s enjoying this. She pulls her phone from her pocket, handing it to you. “Here, you can add your number.”

You take her phone, typing in your contact details, and then you pause. Instead of handing it back, you grin and ring yourself right away.

Natasha chuckles, clearly impressed. She takes her phone back and glances at the screen. Her expression shifts into one of amused surprise when she sees what you’ve entered. “Finally, I get to know your name. Pleasure to meet you officially, (Y/N).”

You feel your cheeks warm slightly as she says your name, her voice low and smooth.

She grins, leaning in just a bit closer, her voice dropping to a softer tone. “Well, I like to take my time with the important things. So tell you brother it will take some time, just to make sure his bike is ready for his awful riding."

You swallow, trying not to get too flustered under her gaze. “I´ll tell him that." You nod.

With one last shared look, you turn to leave, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. As you step out of the shop, your phone buzzes. You glance down to see a new text from Natasha: “Just in case you need another excuse to visit. See you soon, (Y/N).”

You can’t help but smile as you tuck your phone back into your pocket, already looking forward to the next visit.

...

Over the next few days, you find yourself returning to the shop more often than you’d care to admit. At first, it’s just to check on the bike, of course, but then you don´t even care to hide, that there is one more, bigger reason to come into the shop.

One afternoon, she catches you watching her as she tightens a bolt on the engine. “You know, you’re here enough that I should put you to work.”

You laugh. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

She gives you her usual smirk. “I could show you. How about a crash course in motorcycle basics?” Before you can protest, she’s grabbing a helmet off the wall and tossing it to you. “Here, put this on.”

“Wait, what? I don’t even know how to ride.”

“Don’t worry,” she says, her voice low and teasing. “I’ll take care of you.”

"I- won´t this get you into a trouble?" You frown a bit.

"My dad owns the shop, I think I´ll be fine." You feel your cheeks heat up as you put on the helmet. Natasha swings a leg over the bike, patting the seat behind her. “Hop on.”

You hesitate for just a moment before climbing on, wrapping your arms around her waist. She revs the engine, the sound vibrating through you as she takes off, the wind whipping past your face. She’s almost intoxicating at everything she does.

When she finally stops back in the parking lot next to the shop, your heart is racing for more reasons than one. Natasha turns to look at you over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Not bad for a first ride, huh?”

You can’t help but smile. “Not bad at all.”

Natasha swings her leg over the bike, smoothly dismounting and turning to face you. Ugh the stupid smirk on her pretty face. “You handled yourself pretty well back there. I think you’ve got some natural talent.” She helps you take off the helmet.

You laugh, still feeling the rush of the wind and the hum of the engine. “I was just trying not to fall off. But I’ll take the compliment.”

She steps closer, close enough that you can feel her parfume mixed with oil from the repairs. “You know, riding isn’t just about holding on. It’s about trust. Trusting the bike, trusting yourself… and maybe trusting the person in front of you.”

Your breath catches slightly at her words, and you realize she’s no longer just talking about riding. You meet her eyes, and there’s a tension between you, a pull that’s hard to ignore. “I guess I did trust you back there.”

Natasha’s smirk widens, and she tilts her head, studying you with a gaze that feels like it’s seeing right through you. “Good. I like that.”

You try to steady your breathing, but it’s difficult with her standing so close. “Do you do this with all your clients?”

She chuckles, a low, rich sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “I don’t take just anyone for a ride, (Y/N). Consider yourself special.”

The way she says your name makes your heart skip a beat. There’s a moment of a silence between you, making you aware of how close she is, how her eyes seem to linger on yours, searching for something.

Natasha’s gaze flickers to your lips for the briefest moment, and your breath hitches. “You know,” she says softly, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone, “there’s a lot more I could show you. If you’re interested.”

Your pulse quickens, a mix of nerves and anticipation coursing through you. The air between you feels charged, every second stretching out as you weigh her words. You know she’s definetly not just talking about bikes anymore, and the realization sends a thrill through you.

“I think I’m interested,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha’s smile deepens, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. “Good.” She steps even closer, her presence almost overwhelming now. “Because I don’t do half-measures, (Y/N). If you’re in, you’re all in.”

You feel a nervous flutter in your stomach, but it’s not enough to hold you back. “I think I can handle that.”

Her eyes darken slightly, her voice taking on a more serious note. “Are you sure? Because once we start, I don’t plan on stopping.”

The intensity of her words makes your heart race, but you don’t back down. Instead, you meet her gaze head-on, the challenge in her eyes only spurring you on. “I’m sure, Natasha.”

For a heartbeat, neither of you moves, the tension between you almost unbearable. Then, as if making a decision, Natasha leans in, her hand brushing lightly against your arm. The touch is brief but electric, sending a jolt through you.

“Glad to hear it,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin

Before you can respond, Natasha finally pulls back, though the look in her eyes tells you that this is far from over. She glances at the bike, then back at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You should head home. I wouldn’t want to keep you out too late… this time.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, nodding. “Right. I should… probably get going.”

“Probably,” she agrees, though there’s a teasing edge to her voice that makes it clear she wouldn’t mind if you stayed longer.

As you walk back to your car, Natasha watches you with that same unreadable expression, like she’s already planning the next move. You reach your car door, pausing to glance back at her. “So… I’ll come check on the bike tomorrow same time?”

Natasha crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe of the shop, her smile turning into something almost predatory. “I´m counting on it, (Y/N).”

You give her a small smile in return, feeling that same mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside you. As you start the car and pull away, you can’t help but glance at her going inside the shop once more.

The cool night air feels refreshing on your flushed cheeks as you step out of the car going back home, the smile on your face almost impossible to hide. As you approach the front door, you take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. But the excitement from the evening is still buzzing inside you, making it hard to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

When you walk inside, your brother is sprawled out on the couch again, a half-empty bag of chips beside him and a game paused on the TV. He looks up as you close the door behind you, eyebrows lifting in surprise. “You’re home late,” he remarks, his voice dripping with curiosity. “What’s got you all smiley?”

You pause, trying to wipe the grin off your face, but it’s no use. “Oh, nothing,” you say, attempting nonchalance as you shrug out of your jacket and hang it up. “Just, you know… checking on your bike.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying your casual tone. “Uh-huh. And since when does checking on my bike make you look like you just won the lottery?”

You shoot him a look, but it’s playful, and he knows it. “Since today, apparently.”

He narrows his eyes at you, sitting up a bit straighter. “Okay, spill. What happened?”

You hesitate for a moment, debating how much to tell him. But then you decide it’s harmless enough. “Well… I rode it, you know a test ride I assume.”

He blinks, clearly not expecting that. “Wait, what? You rode my bike? The same bike you’ve always refused to even sit on?”

You nod, trying to keep your voice steady. “Yeah. Natasha let me try it out.”

His expression shifts, realization dawning as a smirk spreads across his face. “Natasha, huh? So, you finally decided to take the plunge… because she asked?”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no hiding the blush that creeps up your neck. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh, sure it’s not,” he says, leaning back with a smug grin. “You always said no to me, no matter how many times I tried to get you on that bike. But one pretty redhead asks, and suddenly you’re Evel Knievel.”

You try to play it cool, but you can’t help the smile that slips out. “Well, she made a good case. And besides, you know how scared I am.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, so scared until Natasha Romanoff turns on the charm. I see how it is.”

You grab a throw pillow and toss it at him, but he catches it easily, still grinning. “Shut up.”

He throws the pillow back, missing you by an inch. “Hey, no judgment here. I’m just saying, I knew something was up when you walked in all smiley. I didn’t expect it to be this, though.”

You shake your head, trying to suppress your own laughter. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yep,” he says proudly, then adds with a wink, “So, when’s the next ‘check-up’ on my bike?”

You roll your eyes again, but you can’t help the small smile that lingers on your lips. “Goodnight, dork,” you say, turning to head toward your room.

“Goodnight, bike thief,” he calls after you, his voice filled with playful teasing.

As you close your bedroom door behind you, you lean against it for a moment, your smile growing even wider. Just as you’re about to lay in bed and snuggle with your blanket, your phone buzzes on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a notification.

You reach over and grab it, your heart skipping a beat when you see who the message is from.

Natasha: Hope you didn’t get into trouble for coming home so late. Wouldn’t want to get you grounded ;)

You can’t help but smile at the playful tone in her text.

You quickly type out a reply: No, just had to endure a bit of teasing. My brother thinks he’s hilarious.

You hit send, still smiling as you stare at your phone, waiting to see if she’ll reply. It doesn’t take long before your phone buzzes again.

Natasha: Sounds like he’s got a good sense of humor. He’s probably just jealous you rode his bike.

Your smile widens as you think about her words, and the memory of the ride flashes in your mind. The wind, the speed, the way Natasha’s laughter had echoed in the air, it had been more fun than you ever expected. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you type your response.

You type out: Maybe. But I think it was more because of the company than the ride.

There’s a pause, and for a moment, you wonder if you were too forward. But then your phone buzzes again, and Natasha’s reply makes your heart flutter.

Natasha: I was hoping you’d say that. Maybe next time, we can make the ride even more interesting.

You bite your lip, trying to keep your giddy excitement in check. There’s something intoxicating about the way she flirts, the way she effortlessly mixes teasing with sincerity. You decide to match her energy, your fingers dancing across the screen as you craft your response.

You: I’m all for interesting;)

A few seconds pass before her next message arrives.

Natasha: Challenge accepted, (Y/N). Sweet dreams.

You grin at the screen, feeling a warm, fuzzy sensation spread through your chest.

You: Goodnight, Natasha.

You set your phone down and curl up under the covers, still smiling as you think about her last text. The excitement from the evening lingers as you drift off to sleep. Whatever happens next, you’re ready for it.

…

A couple of days have passed since you lastly check up on the bike, some work got stuck up and you weren´t able to see Natasha as much as you´d like. Thanfuly the texting between you and Natasha has only gotten more frequent, filled with light-hearted banter, playful teasing, and the occasional flirty remark.

Then, one evening, just as you’re settling down after dinner, your phone buzzes with a new message. You pick it up, your heart doing that now familiar little flip when you see Natasha’s name on the screen.

Natasha: So, I was thinking… how about we do something that doesn’t involve bikes this weekend?

You blink at the screen, your pulse quickening. It’s not exactly a date invitation, but it’s close enough that your mind immediately starts racing.

You: What do you have in mind?

Her reply comes almost instantly.

Natasha: I know a nice spot for dinner. How does Friday sound?

Your stomach flips with excitement. This is definitely a date. You type back before you can overthink it.

You: Friday sounds perfect.

Natasha: Great. I’ll pick you up at 7.

You stare at the screen, a grin spreading across your face. A date. With Natasha. Suddenly, Friday can’t come fast enough.

…

When Friday finally arrives, you’re a bundle of nerves and excitement. By late afternoon, you’re standing in front of your closet, pulling out outfits and discarding them almost as quickly. Nothing seems right - too casual, too dressy, not “you” enough. You groan in frustration, tossing yet another dress onto the bed.

“Uh… what’s going on in here?” your brother’s voice cuts through your frantic search, and you turn to see him leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

"Shouldn´t you be in bed?" You look at his leg.

He shakes his head, "what´s all of this?" Your brother nods towards the mess in your room.

“Nothing,” you mutter, but your flushed cheeks and the mess of clothes around you betray the truth.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he says, hopping into the room and picking up a discarded top. “Who are you getting all dressed up for?”

You hesitate, then sigh, realizing there’s no use hiding it. “Natasha invited me to dinner. She’s picking me up in an hour.”

His eyes widen in surprise, then narrow as a grin spreads across his face. “Natasha? Oooo (Y/N) has a date, (Y/N) has a date!"

You nod, biting your lip as you rifle through your clothes again. “Yeah. So, I need to find something that says ‘date,’ but not ‘trying too hard.’”

He chuckles, clearly enjoying this. “Wow, you must really like her if you’re this worked up.”

You huff, grabbing a simple but flattering top that you haven’t worn in a while. “Maybe I do. But it’s just… I don’t know, I want it to be perfect, you know?”

He watches you for a moment, then his teasing demeanor softens. “You’ll look great, no matter what you wear. Just be yourself, and she’ll be into it.”

You pause, then smile gratefully at him. “Thanks.”

"But don´t wear that," he points at the top you´re holding, "take the black shirt over there." He chuckles.

You roll your eyes, but to be honest you´re really glad, that you have your brother there, to ease your nerves. When you look in the mirror, you feel a little more confident. You can do this.

Right on time, there´s a buzz from your phone. You grab your purse, take a deep breath, and head downstairs. Your brother, ever the nosy one, is already at the window, peeking through the curtains. “Your ride’s here,” he says, smirking. “And I gotta say, she cleans up nice.”

You roll your eyes at him but feel your pulse quicken as you reach the door. Sure enough, when you step outside, Natasha is waiting for you, leaning casually against a car. But tonight, she’s swapped out her usual work clothes for something a little more polished - dark jeans, a fitted leather jacket over a crisp shirt, and boots that complete the look. The sight of her takes your breath away.

“Wow,” you manage to say as you walk up to her. “It’s nice to see you in something other than grease-stained coveralls.”

Natasha grins, her eyes sweeping over you appreciatively. “You look pretty well yourself. But don’t get too used to this, I’m usually more comfortable getting my hands dirty.”

You chuckle, feeling the tension ease a bit. “I like both looks.”

She steps closer, her gaze warm as it meets yours. “Good to know. Ready for dinner?”

“Definitely,” you reply nervously.

As she opens the passenger door for you, she suddenly glances over your shoulder and smirks. “Looks like we have an audience.”

You glance back to see your brother peeking out from behind the curtains, grinning like an idiot. He gives you a thumbs up, then waves cheekily at Natasha, who waves back with a teasing smile.

“Sorry about him,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up as you climb into the car. “He’s… enthusiastic.”

Natasha just laughs as she slides into the driver’s seat. “He’s alright. At least he approves.”

“Yeah, well, he’s probably just happy I’m not yelling at him for riding that bike,” you reply with a grin.

As Natasha starts the car and pulls away from the house, she glances over at you, her voice taking on a playful tone. “Guess I’ll just have to make sure this date is worth the teasing you’re going to get when you get home.”

You meet her gaze, feeling the spark between you light up again. “I’m sure it will be.”

Natasha drives you to a cozy restaurant that you’ve never been to before. It’s the kind of place that doesn’t try too hard but still manages to be effortlessly charming. She leads you to a table by the window, where the view of the city lights adds a romantic touch to the evening. After you’re both seated, Natasha gives the server a nod, clearly a regular here, and within moments, two glasses of wine are placed in front of you.

“Do you come here often?” you ask, taking a sip.

“Every now and then,” Natasha replies with a shrug. “It’s one of those hidden gems. Not too crowded, good food, great wine. Figured it’d be a good spot to… get to know each other better.”

You smile, appreciating her thoughtfulness. “It’s perfect. And I agree, it’s definitely got a vibe.”

Natasha leans back in her chair, her gaze settling on you. “So, what else should I know about you, besides the fact that you’re fiercely protective of your brother and apparently a quick learner when it comes to riding bikes?”

You laugh, feeling a little more at ease. “Well, I don’t usually make a habit of riding bikes. That was… a first for me.”

Her eyes glint with amusement. “I’m honored to be your first, then.”

You feel a blush creep up your neck but decide to match her playful tone. “What about you? I know you’re amazing with bikes, but what else is there to know about Natasha Romanoff?”

She takes a sip of her wine, her expression thoughtful. “Well, I wasn’t always a mechanic. I’ve had a few different jobs over the years, but I’ve always liked working with my hands. There’s something satisfying about taking something broken and making it whole again.”

“Did you grow up around bikes?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Sort of,” she says, a small smile playing on her lips, "my father worked on bikes since I can remeber, but I learned a lot on my own, picked up skills along the way and after some years I was kinda stuck with it in his shop."

You nod, sensing there’s more to her story than she’s letting on, but you don’t push. “I get that. I’ve never been big into them, but I can see the appeal. The way you talked about them, showed me around your shop… it made me see them differently.”

Natasha’s gaze softens, and for a moment, the teasing edge in her eyes fades. “Less scary? I’m glad I could share that with you. I don’t usually open up about that stuff with just anyone.”

You nod, feeling comfortable and curious about discovering who Natasha really is, beyond the confident, flirty exterior.

“So,” Natasha says, breaking the silence with a smirk, “I have to ask… what made you say yes to this? I mean, I know I’m irresistible, but still…”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely confident, I’ll give you that. But honestly? It’s because you’re… different. Not what I expected, in a good way.”

Her smirk softens into a genuine smile. “I’m glad to hear that. I was hoping I didn’t scare you off with the whole ‘let’s ride a bike together’ thing.”

“Not at all,” you say, meeting her gaze. “In fact, I think that’s what intrigued me the most. You challenge me, in a way that’s exciting. And I like that.”

Natasha holds your gaze, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world fades away. “Good,” she says quietly. “Because I like it too.”

As the evening progresses, with ordered food, the conversation flows effortlessly. You talk about your lives, your families, your dreams - sharing stories that are both funny and revealing. Natasha opens up about her past, hinting at the difficulties she faced growing up, while you share some of your own challenges. There’s a comfort in the way you can both be honest with each other, even if not every detail is fully revealed.

At one point, the conversation turns to your brother, and Natasha leans in, clearly curious. “So, what’s the deal with you and your brother? You two seem pretty close.”

You smile fondly. “We are. He’s a pain sometimes, but he’s my best friend. We’ve been through a lot together, and he’s always had my back.”

Natasha nods, her expression softening. “Sounds like you’ve got a good thing going. Not everyone’s lucky enough to have that kind of bond.”

You nod. “Yeah, I’m grateful for him. And it looks like he likes you, so."

Natasha grins, the playful spark returning to her eyes. 'Well, that’s a relief. I wouldn’t want to get on his bad side, though I think a 50% voucher to the shop might earn me some bonus points with him.

You laugh, feeling lighter than you have in days. “Don´t worry, you’re in his good books. You ride a bike and you know everything about it, plus the voucher sounds amazing. Trust me, I´m the one who is on thin line here. He’s already convinced I’ve got a crush on you anyways, so…” You talk faster than you think.

Natasha arches an eyebrow, leaning closer. “And do you?”

You hesitate, but only for a second. “Maybe I do.”

Her smile widens, a mixture of satisfaction and warmth. “I´ll take a maybe." You take another sip of wine, your heart racing in the best way possible.

Eventually, the dinner plates are cleared, and the conversation winds down. Natasha pays the bill, despite your protests, and then you’re back in the car, driving through the quiet streets. The tension that filled the air earlier has softened into something more comfortable, more familiar.

When she pulls up to your house, she turns to you with that mischievous smile that makes your pulse quicken. “So, did I live up to your expectations?”

You smile back, unbuckling your seatbelt. “More than that.”

She chuckles, clearly pleased. “Glad to hear it. I’ll see you soon?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Definitely. And I´m paying next time!”

"I don´t think you will, but it´s cute that you´re figting for it." Natasha chuckles.

Before you can overthink it, you lean in and kiss her cheek, lingering just long enough to feel the warmth of her skin. When you pull back, her eyes are sparkling, and there’s a pleased smile on her lips.

“Goodnight, Natasha,” you say softly, stepping out of the car. Even though the inside of your brain is just a big mess and your body is full of butterlfies that are buzzing through your body.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” she replies, watching every step of yours. You walk up to your front door, you glance back and see your brother peeking through the window again, grinning like a fool. You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling as you give him a little wave before stepping inside. As soon as you close the front door your brother is standing in the hallway, arms crossed, with a grin that can only be described as infuriatingly smug.

“So…” he starts, drawing out the word with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “How was it?”

You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool as you kick off your shoes. “How was what?”

He snorts, clearly not buying your act. “The date. You know, the one you spent an hour agonizing over an outfit for? The one with the gorgeous redhead who just dropped you off?”

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you maintain a casual tone. “It was fine. We had dinner, talked… no big deal.”

“Oh, sure,” he says, nodding along in exaggerated agreement. “No big deal at all. That’s why you’ve got that goofy smile plastered on your face.”

You try to suppress your grin, but it’s no use. “Okay, fine. It was… great. Happy?”

“Very,” he says with a smirk. “But I need details. What did you guys talk about? Did she kiss you? Are you two going on another date?”

You laugh, shaking your head at his barrage of questions. “Slow down, detective. We just had a nice dinner and got to know each other better. And yes, we’re definitely going to see each other again.”

He raises an eyebrow. “No kiss, though?”

You pause, remembering the kiss you gave Natasha on the cheek before you got out of the car. “I´m not gonna discuss that with you."

“So that´s a yes. Ha! I knew it!” He points at you triumphantly. “So you like her. Like, really like her.”

“Okay, okay, yes, I do,” you finally admit, exasperated but still smiling. “But you don’t have to make a big deal out of it.”

“Oh, but it is a big deal,” he says, leaning against the wall with a grin.

“You’ve never looked this happy after a date. I’m telling you, this Natasha is something special.”

You bite your lip, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Yeah… she really is.”

He watches you for a moment, his teasing grin softening into something more sincere. “I’m glad, you know. You deserve someone who makes you smile like that.”

You blink, a little taken aback by his unexpected seriousness. “Thanks, that means a lot.”

“Don’t get too mushy on me now,” he teases, but there’s warmth in his eyes. “Just… if she hurts you, I’ll break her bike.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I think she’d rather face anything else than that.”

“Damn right,” he says with a chuckle. “But seriously, I’m happy for you, sis. Just remember, I still expect you to help me with my bike.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, waving him off. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed.”

“Sure, go dream about your redhead,” he calls after you as you head up the stairs.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you think about Natasha.

…

It’s early, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as you arrive at Natasha’s shop. The garage door is partially open, you push it up and step inside, where you find Natasha already at work on a different bike. She’s focused, her hands busy, but when she sees you, her expression brightens instantly.

“Hey, didn’t expect you so early,” she says, wiping her hands on a rag before tossing it aside as always. There’s a faint grease stain on her cheek, adding to her usual rugged charm.

You shrug, trying to appear casual despite the flutter in your chest. “I figured I’d take you up on your offer. Plus, I wanted to see how the bike’s coming along, of course.”

Natasha grins, nodding toward your brother’s bike. “Your brother’s baby is coming together nicely. A few more tweaks, and it’ll be as good as new.”

You walk over to examine the bike, but your attention keeps drifting back to Natasha. The shop is quieter than usual. As Natasha finishes up what she’s doing, you lean against the workbench, watching her with a mix of admiration and something deeper. She catches your gaze and raises an eyebrow. “Something on your mind?”

You bite your lip, then decide to be bold. “You know, I’ve been thinking about that ride we took… and how you said you don’t take just anyone out.”

She steps closer, intrigued. “Oh yeah? What about it?”

You smile, heart pounding. “I was wondering if that’s still true.”

Natasha chuckles, the sound low and warm, as she moves closer still. “I wasn’t lying when I said you were special, (Y/N). But what’s really on your mind?”

There’s a pause, a moment where you´re trying to calm your thoughts. You look up at her, realizing how close she’s standing, close enough that you can smell the faint scent of oil.

Then, before you can talk yourself out of it, you say quietly, “I think you know.”

For a split second, Natasha’s confident facade wavers, replaced by something more vulnerable. But then she smirks, closing the distance between you with a deliberate slowness that sends a thrill through you. “You sure about this?” she asks softly, her voice a low murmur that makes your breath catch.

You nod, eyes locked on hers. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

And with that, Natasha leans in, her lips brushing yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It’s gentle at first, testing the waters, but the moment your lips meet, it’s like a spark ignites. The kiss deepens, turning into something more intense, filled with all the unspoken tension and longing that’s been building between you this whole time.

Natasha lingers close, her forehead resting gently against yours, a smile playing on her lips. But then she pulls back just slightly, glancing down at her hands still resting on your waist. “I should stop before I get grease on you,” she murmurs, her voice teasing but with a hint of genuine concern.

You glance down at her hands, noticing the faint smudges of oil and grease, and can’t help but laugh softly. “A little grease never hurt anyone,” you reply, feeling warm all over, both from the kiss and from the way she’s looking at you.

Natasha chuckles, giving you a playful grin. “True, but I don’t want to mess up your clothes. You look too good for that.”

You roll your eyes affectionately, feeling a flutter in your chest at the compliment. “So do you, grease and all.”

She smiles wider, the expression softening into something tender as she gently brushes a thumb along your jaw, careful not to smudge any grease. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Is that a good thing?” you tease, leaning into her touch

“Definitely a good thing,” she replies, her voice low and warm. There’s a comfortable silence, where the weight of the moment sinks in. But Natasha, being who she is, breaks it with a playful grin. “So, does this mean I get to take you on another ride?”

You laugh, leaning up to kiss her cheek. “As long as we make some more stops like this one.”

She chuckles, pulling you in for another quick kiss, this one softer, sweeter. “Deal.”

Just as you’re savoring the warmth of the moment, the shop bell jingles, signaling the arrival of a customer. Natasha glances over her shoulder, then back at you with a smirk. “Looks like I’ve got work to do.”

Before she steps away, she gives your waist a quick, playful squeeze, leaning in close to murmur, “I’ll be with you in a second, (Y/N). Don’t go anywhere.” Her tone is teasing, but there’s an underlying softness that makes your heart flutter.

With one last lingering look, she turns to greet the customer, her demeanor shifting effortlessly into professional mode. The customer, a man who looks like he’s in his mid-40s, nods at Natasha, holding a small bike that clearly needs some work. “Morning. Got a bit of a problem with my kid’s bike here.”

“No problem,” Natasha says, flashing him that easy smile. “Let me take a look.”

As she moves to inspect the bike, you can’t help but notice how her muscles flex with every movement, her toned arms and back on full display as she lifts the bike onto the workbench. She handles the machine with practiced ease, her focus entirely on diagnosing the issue. You watch, a little mesmerized by the way she works—effortless, strong, and undeniably attractive.

It’s only when Natasha finishes up with the customer that you realize you’ve been staring the entire time. She thanks the man and sees him off, then turns back to you, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Catching the look on your face, she strides over, a teasing grin spreading across her lips. “Need me to grab you a rag for that drool?” she asks, leaning against the workbench with her arms crossed, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

You feel your cheeks flush with heat, but you manage to keep your composure. “I wasn’t drooling,” you protest, though the smile tugging at your lips gives you away.

Natasha steps closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Sure you weren’t.” She reaches out to gently tap your chin with her finger, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “But just in case, I’ll keep a rag handy for next time.”

You laugh, swatting her hand away lightly. "Ha ha ha, funny."

Natasha grins, clearly pleased with herself. “What can I say? I’m good at observing poeple.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face doesn’t fade. “You’re also good at being a tease.”

“Guilty as charged,” she admits, her gaze never leaving yours. There’s a moment where the teasing drops, replaced by something softer, more sincere. “But seriously, I like seeing you here.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sudden shift in her tone. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice quieter now, more intimate. “Makes my day a little better.”

You frown playfully, "just a little better?"

She makes your chest tighten in the best way, "maybe a lot more than a little actually." Before you can respond, Natasha leans in, her breath warm against your cheek as she says, “You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I might have to kiss you again.”

Your breath catches, and you look up at her, eyes wide. “Is that a threat?”

“More like a promise,” she whispers back, her lips curving into a slow smile.

You feel a rush of warmth flood through you, and without thinking, you close the gap, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that’s tender, sweet. Natasha responds immediately, pulling you closer, her hands firm on your waist.

When you finally break apart, you’re both a little breathless, and Natasha’s smile is brighter than ever. “Now that’s how you shut me up,” she jokes, her voice still soft, tinged with affection.

You laugh, feeling light, like you’re floating. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out to see a message from your brother: “Hey, need a hand with something. SOS!" You can’t help the small sigh that escapes you, your excitement tempered by responsibility.

Natasha notices the change in your expression and raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

You nod, a little reluctantly. “Yeah, just my brother. He needs help with something. Guess I should head out.”

She offers a soft smile, understanding but with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “Duty calls, huh?”

“Yeah,” you say with a small laugh. “Sorry to bail on you.”

“No worries,” she replies, her voice warm and reassuring. “Family first.” Natasha gives you one last quick kiss, her hands squeezing your waist, before stepping back. “Take care of your brother. I’ll see you around.”

“See you,” you say softly, and with one last shared glance, you head out of the shop, already missing her presence.

When you get home, you find your brother lounging on the couch, his leg propped up with a couple of pillows. He grins when he sees you, clearly not in any dire situation.

“Sorry for interrupting your fun time with the redhead,” he teases, his tone light and playful, “but I really could use some help with this stupid remote.”

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Really? I rushed home for this?”

“Hey, don’t blame me,” he says with a chuckle, holding up his hands in mock defense. “You’re the one who insisted on being so overprotective.”

“I-” you say, grabbing the remote and throwing it at him. He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “So I assume I ruined something nice, huh? Sounds like things are getting serious with Mrs. Redhead.”

You feel a blush creep up your neck, but you just shrug. “And you ruined it.”

He laughs, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh please, don´t tell me this is the last time you´re seeing her.”

It´s not, he knows it´s not. You do too. Everyone knows it is not.

“Now behave yourself, or I’ll leave you stranded next time.”

"Are you really just going to see her again?" He raises his eyebrows.

"No, I´m going to buy us some dinner, since you ate everything we had here!" He can´t help but chuckle a bit at your words.

…

It’s been a few days since your brother started walking without much pain, and he’s eager to visit Natasha’s shop to finally see his bike. You agree to take him, sensing that he’s also curious about the woman you’ve been spending so much time with.

When you arrive at the shop, Natasha greets you both with a warm smile. “Look who’s finally back on his feet,” she says, nodding at your brother.

“Yeah, feels good to walk again,” he replies, trying to sound casual, though you can tell he’s excited. “And to finally check on my bike.”

“Come on, I’ll show you what I did,” Natasha says, leading him to the back where the bike is stored. As they walk, you hang back slightly, watching them interact.

As they approach the bike, your brother takes in the sight of it, clearly impressed. “Wow, it looks brand new.”

Natasha grins. “Took some work, but it’s as good as ever. You’ll be back on the road in no time.”

He looks over at you for a moment, then back at Natasha, his expression turning a bit more serious. “Listen, Natasha, I like you. You seem like a good person, and it’s obvious my sister likes you too. But, I still have to do this.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow, curious. “Do what?”

“The talk,” he says, crossing his arms. “If you hurt her, I will come and get you.”

There’s a brief pause as Natasha considers his words, then she glances down at his still slightly injured leg and smirks. “Sure you will,” she says with just the right amount of sarcasm.

Your brother chuckles, appreciating the banter. “Okay, fair point. But seriously, she’s my little sister. I’ve gotta look out for her.”

Natasha’s playful expression softens, and she nods. “I get it. And for what it’s worth, I care about her a lot. I’d never hurt her.”

Your brother studies her for a moment, then finally gives a nod of approval. “Good. Because I’d hate to have to hobble after you.” You laugh, stepping forward to join them. “You two done with your little standoff?”

Natasha chuckles, “I think we’ve come to an understanding.”

Your brother nods, "sooo when can I take my bike back home?"

"You can take it today if you´d like," this sentence makes you groan.

"Hell yeah!" Your brother states.

"Oh my god-" you exhale deeply.

"I´ll get it for you," Natasha smirks at you and goes to the back for the bike.

He winks at you, completely unfazed by your glare. “You should thank me for falling off the bike. Seems like it led to something good.”

Natasha chuckles softly as she overhear the conversation, clearly enjoying this. You resist the urge to smack your brother’s arm. “Don’t push your luck.”

He shrugs, leaning back against the counter. “You’re welcome, sis. I guess we are even now.”

Hehe thank you for reading!

[i-amm-mj]

Breeding kink - smut to fluff

afabreader! x Katsuki Bakugo

⚠️ smut, breeding kink, dirty talk, creampie ⚠️

Katsuki doesn´t come from a big a family, so he doesn´t know where this craving for impregnate you with at least four of his kids is coming from. He woke up one day with you beside him, and saw your beautiful body sprawled on the mattress and he realized that you had awoken his most primal desires. He wanted to fuck you day and night until he got you pregnant; until he could see your belly all rounded and your breasts swelling and big from the milk that he was going to help you got out with his own mouth.

“That´s it, baby” he growled in your ear while pounding his dick in and out of your pussy “I´m gonna give you all of my cum and you´re gonna take it like the good girl you are, right?” You were so lost on the pleasure that the only thing you could do was dumbly nod.  

 “I´m gonna get you fucking pregnant. Going to give you as many kids as you want” he gulped hard when your walls pulsed around his dick “you´d like that, wouldn´t you?” you moaned. His sinful words and the way his hips moved against your own had your head spinning without a single coherent thought allowed to form.

“Yes, yes, please” you closed your eyes trying to enjoy the feeling starting to erupt in your lower belly.

“Please what?” He smirked while adjusting himself on the bed so he could lift your left ancle to his shoulder and have a better angle to that spot inside that had you curling your toes.

“Plea-please make me a mommy. I want your cum deep inside me” his breath hitched. Fucking hell, he loved when you responded to his dirty talk even with your mind all numb from the sex “Oh, fuck, I´m so close Kats, don´t stop” you said, and he inclined towards you to exchange a passionate kiss. It didn´t matter that it was all teeth and tongue because it was so fucking hot. You were fucking hot.

“Give it to me, gorgeous. Cum on my dick. Make a mess on me” He continued pounding into you so deliciously. You could feel every vein on his dick and the way it pulsed inside you wanting to explode right there.

“Cum with me, Kats. Please cum with me” you begged. A shiver went through his spine and his dick almost burst at the way your voice shook with every word.

“Fuck, I´m close too” he answered furrowing his brows, concentrating on the way your pussy sucked him in. You were so fucking wet that it slipped easily. He hissed.

“Right there. Right there” you cried out and Katsuki moved his thumb on your clit to amplify the sensations. That was all you needed to reach your peak. You moaned even harder and convulsed around his dick which made him cum at the same time. He spurted his cum in your pussy like he promised and then collapsed on top of you. You massaged his scalp, and he purred in contentment.

“I´m serious though” he murmured after giving your collarbones a light kiss.

“About what?” you asked a little confused.

“Knocking you up with my children” you giggled. He raised his head from your chest and pouted “What´s so funny idiot?”

“Aren´t we too young?”

“We´re 26”

“Exactly” you answered with a smile “Kids are a great responsibility and a very big investment.”  

“I´m hero number 5 right now, and in a few years I´ll be number 1 if fucking Deku doesn´t beat me to it, but even if I´m number 2 for the rest of my career I´m sure I can provide even a family of ten. And I´m sure you´ll get promoted sooner or later too because you´re the fucking best at what you do.” He stated.

“Ten!? Omg, didn´t you say four!?”

“Plans change” he smirked playfully. You laughed softly but wholeheartedly. Katsuki loved your laugh. He loved everything about you.

“We are not even married Kats,” you caressed his face with a smile on your face “my mother would never forgive me having a child outside marriage.”

He considered his words for a few seconds, and you tried to guess what was going on in that pretty but stubborn head of his. He then looked you in the eye and without doubt said “Let´s get married then. What are we waiting for?”

[libraryofloveletters]

Choo Choo Trains

Lance Stroll  x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lance is an uncle!! (chloe and scotty have a kid in this lmao), he's got some rizz as the kids say, sweetness all around, frantic lance for a moment there.

Word Count: 537

Author's Note: sorry for the wait, these have been all over the place lately lmao

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Uncle Lance promised his nephew a toy train and when he remembers, he scrabbles last minute to find something.

Toy stores are a popular place all season around but especially during the holidays.

Seeing that you are one of the only toy stores in town, you tend to work longer hours than most. It was nearly 10 and you were just about to lock the doors, making sure to put the last set of boxes on the shelf.

The bell rings above the door, you groan internally as you step out of the aisle. There's a man, fluffy brown hair on his head, he brushes the snow out of his hair as he looks around, the panic on his face was evident.

"Sir, we're closed," you tell him, glancing at your watch just to make sure of the time. "It's 10:06, we closed 6 minutes ago."

"Please," he huffs, passing a hand through his thick hair. "I won't take much of your time, just let me grab one thing."

You sigh, not having the heart to kick the man out. "Is there something in particular that you're looking for?"

"Uh," he starts, feeling a bit bad that he rushed in, despite you being closed, and still not having a clue what he was gonna get. "I'm not sure."

"Who are you buying a gift for?"

"My nephew."

"How old is he?"

"3," the man smiles and you nod. "Well, from my experience, most boys that are three tend to leant towards superheroes or trains."

The man's eyes light up, "trains! He loves trains!"

You nod, smiling as you lead him through the aisles to the back where you had a massive display with different types of trains. "I don't have time to go through all of these, because I'm sooo late for dinner and you're closed but uh.." He looks at the different boxes and picks up the biggest one, "yeah, this'll do."

Unable to contain your laugh, your hand covers your mouth. "Is that all?"

His brows furrow. "Do you think I should get more?"

"No," you shook your head. "I just meant, like do you wanna get anything else?"

"Oh!" he laughs, shaking his head. "No, this is good."

He follows you to the front to cash out, "want me to wrap it?" You asked, already setting the box on the green wrapping paper. He nods, glancing at your name tag. "Thank you, y/n."

"You're welcome.." You trailed off and he caught on. A hand pressed to his chest. "Lance." You nodded, "you're welcome, Lance."

After wrapping the box up, you stuck a bow on it and handed it over to Lance. "I hope your nephew likes it and that you aren;t in too much trouble for being late to dinner."

Lance smiles, "thank you, for everything."

You were tossing out the scraps of wrapping paper when you heard Lance call for you. "Are you open tomorrow?"

"We are, from 8am to 10pm. Are you bringing your nephew back?"

"Maybe," he smiles, "but either way I'll be back."

"Toy shopping for yourself, Lance?" You smiled, chuckling.

"No," he smiles too. "I'll be back to ask you out, y/n. Have a good night." He waves to you with a smile, heading out the doors and leaving you with very red cheeks.

[im-a-killer-queen]

Orm Marius x reader

Part 2

Summary: Orm sees a curvy girl with curly hair for the first time and he is in awe.

Author’s note: so here it is, the second part, honestly i don’t know if it’s good but i think i kind of owe you a second part so here it is.

Warnings: none? fem!reader, curly!hair!reader, chubby!reader, Orm being the werido he is in the surface, Arthur and Orm being brothers and i think that’s it.

Part one

You would say your life is normal, you lived in a town by the sea, had a nice job in a coffe shop and had a few friends.

That’s why when that weird guy appeared, you were amused, you felt like you wanted to know more and see him again.

Lucky you, Orm had the exact same plan as you, that’s why he talked to his brother, to know more about humans, about their way of comunicating and different tools that were necessary to keep in touch nowadays.

Arthur found the whole thing funny, but he also was scared his brother didn’t knew how to manage those feeling and how to treat a Surface lady properly. When Orm first asked him for advice he just told him: ¨Don’t be yourself¨.

Orm got human clothes and walked around the town, looking for you, Arthur decided to join him just in case.

He saw you through the cristal, in that little caffe. There wasn’t any costumer inside, so he just walked in, followed by his brother.

You looked up and saw him there, you offered him a big smile and Orm could feel his heart jumping out of his chest.

¨Hey¨ he said, his face was in awe.

¨Hey¨ you said back, he just chuckled.

¨I think i didn’t present myself properly last time and for that, i apologize¨ he bowed.

Arthur elbowed him.

You just chuckled and bowed back ¨i accept your apologies¨.

Arthur´s eyebrows went up ¨I get why you liked her, she is a freak like you¨ he whispered to Orm, who just shot him a bad glance.

¨So¨ you start ¨want a coffe or…?¨

Orm opens his mouth then close it.

¨Yes, two black coffees please¨ Arthur smiles.

You smile back and start preparing the coffees. While you are working Arthur has a little chat with Orm ¨You have to do something, you can´t just stare at her¨.

Orm nods and reunites corage ¨My name is Orm¨ he says bluntly, a little too loud to which Arthur covers his face with one hand, the other one on his hip.

You look at him and chuckle softly ¨Nice to meet you Orm¨ you reveal your name to them.

He smiles, sun making his face glow ¨You have a beautiful name, perfect for you¨, he says, acting like he is in a trance, like the first time you two met.

You blush slightly ¨Thanks Orm, yours is interesting, i like it¨ you give them the coffes and they sip at it¨It sounds like royalty¨.

Arthur almost chokes with the coffe hearing that and Orm just lets the coffe fall back from his mouth to the cup, not liking the flavour.

¨Is it that bad?¨ you say a bit ashamed.

¨Oh no! It´s not that¨ Arthur says, laughing to ease the mood ¨It´s nice, really¨ he drinks it ¨see?¨ he elbows Orm so he drinks it all.

He puts up a face and takes another sip, he smiles at you but doesn´t swallow the liquid.

You find it funny.

¨It´s really okay if you don´t like it¨ you assure them.

Arthur shakes his head, ready to tell you it´s not like that but Orm talks first ¨it tastes hideous, i don’t understand how you humans can drink this¨

You frown ¨W-what?¨

Arthur widens his eyes ¨Ahh… it´s his first time having coffe, that’s why he says that¨

You raise a brow ¨That’s why he says ´humans’ like he isn´t one?¨

They look at each other and start talking at the same time, trying to find an excuse.

¨It´s a brothers joke¨ Arthur says ¨We kind of have a game in which we think we aren´t human, long story, we were kids¨

You look at them both and stay silent for a few seconds, your gaze shifts from one man to another. They tense under it.

¨You guys are… brothers?¨ you say surprised.

They both let the air out.

¨Yes, we are!¨ Arthur says with an exagerated laugh.

¨From different fathers¨ Orm is quick to elaborate.

¨Oh, i see…¨ you chuckle ¨it´s nice to see you have a good relationship nontheless¨

They side eye at each other.

¨Sure¨ they say at the same time.

¨Okay…¨

You three stay silent, they look at you and you look back at them, unsure of what to do.

¨Number¨ Arthur says suddenly, pointing at you, he then makes a noise and touches his temple, he points at you again ¨Your number¨ he looks at Orm.

¨Ah, yes! Yes, your number¨ he chuckles and looks at you ¨I would really enjoy to have your company on more occassions so it would warm my heart if you could give me your number so we could… talk?¨

¨Oh¨ you don´t know how to react.

¨Freak¨ Arthur coughs out.

¨S-sure!¨ you chuckle ¨Yes, give me your phone¨

Orm smiles and stares at you.

¨Dude¨ Arthur says, the other just looks at him ¨your phone, give her your phone¨

Orm starts to touch his pants ¨Ah yes, just- just give me a second, i don´t seem to be able to… to find it¨ he chuckles, nervous.

He gets the phone and gives it to you.

¨I thought you didn´t have one¨ you tease taking it.

¨My brother just gave it to me¨ he answer in honesty.

Arthur just rubs his temple.

You write down your number and give him his phone back.

¨There you have it¨ you smile.

¨Thank you…¨ Orm is staring at you again, like he has never seen a woman before in his life, which, in a way, is true since you were very different from the woman in Atlantis.

¨Okay bud, that´s it¨ Arthur smacks his chest and turns him around, taking him to the door. ¨Goodbye good lady, see you in family meetings!¨

They walk outside and you just stand there, both confusedand amused.

You are defenitely gonna go to those family meetings.

Tags (the ones who asked for a part 2)

@nkatr84 @dark-silhouette

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

This is just like when they turn the argument from "Hey we are concerned about grooming in schools" to "THEN WHY AREN"T YOU CONCERNED ABOUT THE CATHOLICS!!!!!!!! THEY ARE MUCH MUCH BIGGER PEDOS!"

First of all that bullshit happened years ago. Does it matter today? NO. People in positions of power no matter what they believe will abuse that power if they think they can. Some will even seek out that power with the intent to abuse it.

Though fun fact, also in Texas OP was this bullshit:

A man that did drag queen story hr in fact to get close to kids. A MAN that IS A CONVICTED SEX OFFENDER who molested an 8y/o boy back in 08. A man who now because of his classification of Drag Queen can get as close to kids as he wants and you will defend it. SEE I can cherry pick too.

Fact is people of all walks of life can be predators. SO how about we focus less on WHAT FUCKING POLITICAL SIDE they are on, and just call them out in general. If teachers are being predators, call them out, if it's republicans, call them out, if it's gay men, call them out, if it's doctors, call them out, if it's democrats call them out.

Why does this have to be some sort of gotcha? Because if you want, I can bring back that "Yes we are trying to get your kids" video where it turned out that a LARGE number of the gay men that participated in that were actually sex offenders. Who gives a fuck what ideology does it. Who gives a fuck what identities do it. If ANYONE does it at all it should be free game to discuss and be disgusted by.

Or are you saying that it's FINE that children are molested so long as it's by drag queens, gay men, etc? You can stand by that logic if you like but I won't forgive anyone on any side for it at all.

I’m going to leave this right here

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, Vigilantes 79, Replies Part 1

1) “And here we go on another week, and not gonna lie, I was looking forward to today. Man, a vigilantes chapter that has the potential to be something amazing, I haven`t seen one of those in a long time.”-And it wasamazing!...Amazingly disappointing with how it handled Endeavour’s character as a ‘professional’ hero. 2) “Oh ho ho, this is going to be really fun regardless….”- With how Vigilantes’ version of Endeavour seems to be a full-on fire bender, perhaps he’s creating that shadow puppet of Bee pop through precisely manipulating the flames in his hands… 3) “Koichi please why are you jumping around the cars, there`s a whole ass lane right there, if a bike can go through it so can you, don`t do those people dirty by ruining their car.”- Maybe him doing ‘jumps’ is less taxing that when he’s doing a ‘sprint’? I gotta assuming his stamina issues play into this somehow 4) “What is it Puto? You have noticed the flying onomatopoeia flying over your head as well? I wonder what it is about, it wasn`t there when we left the Bastard-cave. “- Manga’s presence continues to haunt this comic like a ghost in the pages… 5) “huh? Are the martians or the reapers invading or something? Or is it some other hero that has a sound based quirk? Good lord, is Present mic warning of his arrival?”- More like Endeavour’s sidekicks ‘clearing the runway’ so to speak, so he’s free to land his maximum firepower 6) “BAKUGIRL IS HERE! But why the fuck is she sounding a siren? Her quirk is fire based, not sound based. And you two, why do you know something we don`t? what the fuck is this siren thing about?”- The setup for the worst possible means of ‘damage control’ you could think of. 7) “Huh, so my magnificent and perfect brain did figure out correctly, that the guy with a compass for a motif and which was named “compass kid” did have a localization-based quirk”-  Since it’s pointing him to the location of people or objects he’s unaware of, based on generic searching criteria like ‘those who haven’t evacuated the area’, it’s actually a super-useful Quirk, in the same vein as Ragdoll’s search, if with more wind-up. Being able to find what he’s looking for even if the person doesn’t know he’s looking for them means he’s extremely useful as a tracker, just not a fighter. 8) “…

trying… not to think… about the siren…

it`s not… going well…”- You were probably thinking about it a lot more when you saw what it was for…. 9) “WAIT WHY AREN`T YOU ALREADY THERE BEATING THE SHIT OF HER

ENDEAVOR, WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING HERE”- He’s already in the prefect position to ‘thwart’ the villain attack without needing to get physically close to her. 10) “WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT TO ENDEAVOR

HE`S THE NUMBER  TWO HERO AND HAS BEEN FOR QUITE SOMETIME, HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO PHELPS PISS OFF HE SHOULD ALREADY HAVE FINISHED WITH POP BY NOW, ARE WE STALLING SO KOICHI CAN GET HERE OR SOMETHING?”- are we sure Endeavour knows how best to handle this? Are we really sure?

11) “We know Endeavor, and although he is a absurdly shitty bastard as a person, as a Hero he is incredibly efficient. We should be preparing to dispose her ashes by now.”- Her, and the ashes of what used to be main street.

12) “That`s even worse! Even though I complain a lot that there are situations where Heroes should be able to kill villains, like what All Might should`ve done to Seto Kaiba`s dad, Endeavor of all people wouldn`t want this sort of shit on his record! holy fuck, that`s such a missed point from what a well-established character is like- and even worse because we know what he was supposed to be around this time, and its not this”- Furuhashi took Endeavour’s character Pre-kamino ward and used it as the basis for this, wherein all we saw was mostly off-screen, and him being incredibly violent when putting down criminals, missing the point that said criminals were Nomu, and thus required extensive measures to put down. @thelreads

[familyvideostevie]

you genuinely make my day every time we interact ive never had a true mutual this is so fun <3

wanted to try requesting bc i’ve never done it before i don’t think ?? and you write the best fluff mwah mwah

could i get an x steve/eddie (you can pick which!!) where the reader is just really homesick? i’m about to head off to college and i’m already feeling all the sadness ab leaving my fam and dogs behind 🥲 would love someone to comfort me right about now

darling bri! thank you for requesting this, i am honored to write for you! this is a really relatable feeling and i know you will be okay, and i hope this fic emphasizes that! so here's eddie for you <3 | 1k, fluff, fem!reader

You've only been at college for a month and it has been fun. So many new experiences at once have kept you busy, but now that you're settled and have some friends and are used to your classes, you find that most nights you feel a pit in your stomach. You're homesick. But you look around in lecture, in the dining hall, and you tell yourself that no one else is feeling this way. It doesn't seem like it, anyway, so you're a bit embarrassed and don't bring it up to anyone. Your life is a new adventure but you miss home.

Your dorm wall is already almost covered with postcards from the kids and your friends and family, but every night you look at them and just want to be somewhere else. Even though you call your parents and write letters every week, the feeling rolls over everything like a dark cloud and you know you need to figure this out so you don't spend the next few years like this.

So, you're standing in front of the dorm phone debating whether or not to call Eddie. It's Wednesday night, so you know he'll be at home planning Hellfire. But you don't want to bother him because part of you feels pathetic, feels juvenile. Part of you doesn't want to admit that this feeling is even real. But Eddie has never made you feel any of those things, never made you feel small or like your emotions were insignificant. So you pick up the phone and dial the number you know by heart.

The line rings and rings and rings and you feel a warm pressure behind your eyes and you think oh god, oh no, it's okay, I'm fine, don't cry don't cry don't cry. But you hear a click and Eddie's voice is in your ear.

"Hello?" He sounds out of breath. The tension melts from your frame and your mouth stretches into a smile automatically.

"Hi, Eddie. It's me."

"It's you!" he cries, so loud that you have to pull the receiver away as you laugh. "Sorry I almost missed you, sweet thing. I was having a cig."

"S'okay."

"You okay? Don't get me wrong, it's a fucking gift to hear your voice, but usually you call on Friday after class." Eddie knows you better than anyone and the question might have felt patronizing from someone else, but you've always loved how he sees you even when you're hundreds of miles away. You close your eyes and feel braver talking to him, brave enough to tell the truth on the first try.

"Everything is fine. I'm just feeling homesick." There's some shuffling like he's moving the receiver from ear to ear as he walks around his trailer. You know he's a pacer on the phone -- he can never sit still. You picture him in your mind: cheeks flushed from sitting outside, hair a mess where he runs his hands through it, shuffling around in sweatpants and a wrinkled t-shirt with holes in the collar. Always looking like something right out of your wildest dreams, always looking like Eddie. God, how you love him.

"Tell me about it," he coos. "If you want to." You curl your fingers into the hem of the sweatshirt you're wearing. It's his, of course, one of the things he gave you when he helped you pack. Your other favorite, one of his rings, is heavy and cool on your thumb.

"Not much to tell," you reply. "Just feel like I'm the only one who misses home. Makes me feel like a little kid and not like a college student."

"I bet you are not the only one," he says right away. "Actually, I know you aren't. Wheeler calls Jonathan all the time and says the same thing. He's told me himself!"

"Really?" Eddie wouldn't lie to you, and it makes you feel a little better to know Nancy Wheeler also misses your kind of fucked up town and all the wonderful people in it.

"Yeah, honest. It's totally normal to miss it. I bet if you asked anyone they'd say they feel it too." You sniffle, but the roiling pit is already turning to the warm fondness he always causes in your chest.

"I mean, I'll be home for Thanksgiving before we know it."

"Exactly!" he cries. "Bet I could convince your mom to let me pick you up. Eight hours in the car, no problem. We'll have a road trip!"

"Don't know if the van will make it that far, baby," you joke. You can almost hear him smiling through the line.

"I'll make Harrington let me borrow his car. GIve him free weed for a year, or something." He's done what you had hoped he'd do and cheered you up, taking your mind off of the self consciousness and making you feel settled, making you feel hopeful that you'll figure it out.

"Listen, sweetheart," he says, voice raspy and quieter and you can almost pretend he's right next to you, breath warm on your cheek. "You're always going to miss home. Sometimes a lot, sometimes a little, but it's going to be here for you when you come back. I'm going to be here for you when you come back."

"I do miss you, too" you tell him. "You're my home as much as Hawkins and my family are." He hums, a pleased, bright sound.

"Wish I could hug you right now, baby. I miss you so much." He sighs. "But I'm gonna be here to hold you and kiss you and see your face light up when you tell me all about college, yeah?"

"I love you, Eddie." You say it like a prayer, like a wish, like a promise.

"Call me anytime you feel like this. Because I love you, too." He makes a sound that must be a yawn. It travels through the phone to you, and you yawn, too. "Now go do your homework or something academic. You're the smart one!"

You laugh and say goodnight, walking back to your room a little lighter, a little more sure. Eddie's reassurance echoes in your ears. You'll be alright, just like he said. And when you go home again he'll be waiting.

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“You are Thamani’s kid, aren´t you?”

“Nia...please...let’s just go...” Darius whispered anxiously.

“Hold on a second, Darius.” Nia said. She then turned her attention to the crocodile that was smiling at them. “You...you knew my father?”

“Oh yeah! A nice guy! We used to be friends!” The reptile’s smile grew bigger and then looked at the yellow lioness with fondness. “Name’s Tabasamu. A pleasure to meet you”.

Going back to the Thornbush Pride, Nia and co meet the crocodile herd that lives at the borders of the pride! It’s actually by accident that the meeting happens: Dalili (the scared cub in the picture), being just declared as the future leader of the Pride after Mkuu’s dead, decided to go and prove herself as capable by trying to speak to the different animals that live near the pride. But the crocodiles were bigger than she thought and it didn’t go as planned. Darius and Nia were close by (Nia actually being the designed cubsitter of Dalili and well, Darius follows Nia everywhere) and go to help Dalili. 

For the record, Darius is scared and protective here because he lost his hind leg after a crocodile attack. Also we got the reveal of Tanglamane’s name! Thamani means “value”. And Tabasamu means “smile”.

Timeline speaking, this is happening (in parallel) a few months before Kiara’s hunt in the second movie.

[albino-whumpee]

Pitiful hope

Just an idea to get warmed up and write something. With this I think my writing hiatus is over. Hope you like it!

CW// slavery, power imbalance, captivity, god(s) mention, talks of death and suicidal ideation, chained whumpee, reluctant whumper, possesive whumper, blood, human trafficking, crying and angst. 

“Will you kill me now, master?” the slave asked as the Master huffed and twisted the sharp weapon in their hands. The slave took a deep calculated breathe “So be your will” 

As they watched their slave lower down to their knees in absolute silence, their owner furrowed their brows. 

“Why aren´t you afraid?” they asked the slave, who barely twitched their eyes up to find their master´s gaze on them. 

“I´m hopeful, master”

“For what?”

The slave´s chains around their ankles clinked when they shifted on their knees. “For my faith I´m bound to serve you until death, for your faith it´s my fate to be yours. Slaves own nothing but their memories and the dream, the hope, death shall bring what we couldn´t have in our lives. My god sees us as people who are deserving of peace, even if it only comes after death”

The master, shaken by their slave´s words, stood with their weapon in hand for a moment, watching the slave lower their head in waiting for the deadly blow of their sword. 

“Is that hope the only thing that kept you alive?”

The slave´s lips pursed tight. “Yes, master”

“You didn´t change your faith until I bought that one smooth talker. Before that, what kept you alive?”

“My fear, master. I feared death before they told me there was a god who would treat me like you treat a friend, a brother, an equal”

The master nodded wistfully, before using the tip of their sword to tilt their slave´s chin up. They found soon enough, there was no terror in their face. Softly, barely grazing the skin, their owner stroke their cheek with the birthmark, the reason they had been bought as a kid in the first place. An oddity that was pleasing to watch. Enough to keep them out of the fields for the majority of their life. A place the slave loved when their master stroke with gentleness before they leaned into their master´s hand. 

This time, however, there was only the cold edge of a sword painting itself red as a drop of blood scurried down their cheek like a tear would. 

“My fear for death vanished when I realized I regretted being alive” the slave told their master with conviction as they pulled down their sword. 

“It wasn´t your fault to be born a slave, but you can choose to die free. That´s your hope isn´t it?” they asked, getting a single nod in reply. “Isn´t that such a pitiful hopefulness?” they said with a crack to their tone that uncovered their underlying lament.

“Please, allow me to hear your reason for that, master” 

“You have only one life lived as yourself, as the house slave I renamed for I couldn´t pronounce the one your parents gave you. That I extensively tried to learn to say, so I could call you by it, only to discover I only wanted to hear it with my surname attached to it” a fire burnt in their chest as they saw the slave sink in their shoulders “In this life you were mine and you knew you couldn´t ever change that. You thought it impossible to be your own until someone told you otherwise. Then you changed” the master´s eyes burnt with unshed tears that refused to go down as easily as the slave´s kneeling in front of them. “You held the hope to be yours, even if it meant it would only be in death. You betrayed your owner. You betrayed me”

“I wanted to be free” they said, lifting their glassy eyes to stare at their master.

“But you won´t. Not even in death” their slave´s eyes brimmed with more tears, but they stayed quiet as they heard their master giggle and grip tighter around their sword “You that weren´t given anything but a name and a price, wished for a reason to make your life meaningful… I thought serving me was enough for you, but I forgot slaves can hope too. I can own every inch of you, but I won´t own the dreams you keep secret” they lifted their sword and placed it on their neck. “Tell me, is hope a lie humans need to tell themselves when the world seems to be against them? Is hope the only thing left for the desperate souls that have lost everything?

With a sword to their neck, the slave thought about their answer with tears blurrying the image of their executor. 

“Hope is a lie I am as willing to believe as the love you promised me, master” 

As the last tear poured down their cheek, mixing up with the blood, the master pulled their sword up in rage. Holding it until the slave bent their head, offering their neck as they closed their eyes and prayed for it to be quick. 

It didn´t occur to them their master would let it fall on the ground. Making a dent on the floor instead of slashing their thin neck. As they realized they were in fact, still breathing, they pulled their eyes up to their master in disbelief when they found the tears and pain crossing their owner´s face. 

“That was not a lie” they said, their voice cracking at the end before they dragged air into their lungs to call the guards that had brought them to their execution waiting outside.

“Yes, sir?” they both barked in unison. 

“Take them to the dungeons. Nobody is allowed to see them. No food or water pass through without my supervision. Go”

“For how long?”

The man took a moment to answer “When I´m gone, ask my children, and then theirs. If they´re still alive, then ask them what freedom is and then grant them it”

Even when both guards were puzzled by their master´s words, they harshly pulled the crying slave up by fisting on their hair to drag them deep inside the state´s dungeons. Where they would be locked to a wall again. Chained by a manacle on their wrist and their ankle, the slave was stunned to silence at their master´s cruelty.

It wasn´t until hours later, as the light of a torch came through the bars of their cell and their master pushed a plate of bread, that they didn´t break up crying. 

Only in death they would be granted freedom, but even the sweet release of death was something their master had power over. 

Throwing the food against the wall, the slave curled into themself and wailed in the corner of their cell.

[holykillercake]

One Year

pairing: Zoro x Reader

word count: 2k

summary: No summary this time. I´ll just say this ¨Bartholomew Kuma and Sabaody¨. Read at your own risk. Seriously, ¨KUMA AND SABAODY¨, do you understand?

highlight: ¨Everyone did their best, but no one could have done better.¨

warnings: angst with happy ending; Sabaody Archipelago spoilers (?)

notes: Hey guys! This was a request from @roronoatrash​ in which ¨Zoro who has 0 sense of direction seemed to always find his way back to is s/o, and his s/o only.¨. I really hope you like it!💚 This is also the first time I write a Devil Fruit user, so I'm considering a sequel to develop the character and add more humor.

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

It was a cloudy and melancholic day in the New World. The men on board were leisurely enjoying their afternoon; some drinking, some napping, some eating. The air was humid and cold, and the tides were strangely calm. No one seemed to care. After all, that was the New World. 

¨Boss!¨ the lookout shouted from the crow's nest ¨Something is falling from the sky! It´s going to land on deck!¨

All men tilted their heads to look at the sky, watching a tiny black spot become bigger and more recognizable.

¨Is that what I think it is?¨ the captain asked himself, not believing his eyes.

¨Boss, is that a girl?¨

¨Yep, I think so.¨

They stood still watching what they suspected was a girl fall from the skies. The red-haired took a quick glimpse at his first-mate and officers, and since no one moved, he felt safe to assume that that was not a threat. Mainly because whatever was falling towards the ship looked dead already. 

The body fell through the main deck and went straight to the lower level of the ship. The captain and his officers stood around the hole on the wooden floor, observing the unconscious and injured body of a girl. 

¨I´ve seen some crazy things rain around here... but this is new.¨ he spoke.

They were ready to have someone dispose of the dead body when the girl opened her eyes, putting herself on her shaky legs. Blood dripped from her eyebrows and nose, and she had bruises all over. Her eyes wandered around as if she was looking for something.

¨Z-Zoro...¨ she spoke when her teary eyes met the captain´s ¨I-I need to find Zoro.¨ 

That was all she said before falling on her knees and collapsing. 

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Almost a year has passed since the tragedy in Sabaody Archipelago. A year passed since you were defeated in the fight against the marine force. Your gashes closed, and your bruises healed, but there was a wound that would not go away, even after one year. 

So much had happened since that day. Luffy had broken into Impel Down, fought in the Paramount War, and lost his brother, Ace. A few days later you received the hidden message he had left you, saying that you were no longer going to meet in Sabaody in three days but in two years.

It took you a while to understand the situation you and the rest of the Strawhats were in, and it took you even more to let go of your selfishness and trust them. The guilt for not being strong enough to protect yourself and your comrades ate you alive during the first weeks, but then you considered how they must be feeling too. No one could have done better. 

Everyone did their best, but no one could have done better. 

For one year, whenever a News Coo flew by to deliver a newspaper, you would run and grab it before anyone did, hoping to see another message from your friends. But the status of your captain was the only one you knew so far. You knew he was training with Rayleigh-san, and this whole two years thing should have been his idea. 

When Bartholomeu Kuma used his Devil Fruit powers on you, you ended up landing on the ship of the Red Hair Pirates. They would always tell you how you rained on their Red Force and broke the deck floor. They said you were looking for someone, and during your stay in the infirmary, you would always call for the same person. 

For months nightmares had you waking up in the middle of the night panting and crying. The same one, torturing you in an infinite and merciless loop. 

Every detail, color, and noise. Everything was so precise and clear in your head. 

When he fought still injured from the last encounter with the Shichibukai; when he stood up and faced the Warlord fearlessly. Even with the damages caused by Kizaru and the Pacifistas, he stood up. 

And maybe your eyes fooled you, maybe your exhausted body played a sick trick on you because he was there until he wasn´t.

 Right in front of your eyes.

 His cropped green hair and tanned skin, the vibrant red and white striped shirt, the scar across his chest, the haramaki, and the swords. Gone, simple as that. 

But after all the training that you had with the Red Hair Pirates, you seemed more in peace with yourself. After one year, the nightmares would bother you only every once in a while. You were not prepared for the New World before, maybe still aren´t, but you will get there. 

And they made everything easier. It was no mystery why Luffy liked them so much. Whenever you were not engaged in a fight or some other Emperor crap, those guys were incredibly light-spirited. And the moment they realized you were part of Luffy´s crew they treated your wounds and welcomed you onboard. 

Shanks agreed to have his men training you, but he made very clear that no one would babysit you, so it was ¨keep up or keep out.¨. You spent most of your time with Yassop, Benn, or Roux, for they were the best in the abilities you exercised. 

Inside the Strawhats you were a stealth agent, mostly because of your Devil Fruit, the Nagi Nagi no Mi, once possessed by a Marine Commander. Another Supernova, the Surgeon of Death Trafalgar Law had told you that before shit broke in Sabaody. 

You used that combined with your fighting skills to breach the enemy´s first line of defense before they saw you coming. Usually, Usopp would assist you with the sniper training, trade he ¨learned from a friend¨, Sogeking. 

His father was an extraordinary sniper, and he used the same kind of firearms as you, differently than Usopp´s slingshot. Benn´s combat skills were remarkable, and Roux was exceptionally fast for a man his size. You haven´t had a lot of opportunities to fight the Red Hair himself, though you had a strong will, his Haki was something you have never seen before. 

¨We´re going to a bar, kid. You´re coming?¨ Benn asked you with his cigarette on his lips. 

You pondered a little over his invitation but decided to decline it. ¨Thanks, Benn, but I´m keeping a low profile tonight.¨ He nodded and smiled, turning to follow his crewmates ¨Don´t drink too much, we have training tomorrow!¨ 

The first mate laughed shortly and spoke without looking at you ¨Roger that, kid.¨ 

You walked the opposite way, wandering between the vegetables and gimmicks tents, feeling the kind sunset kiss your skin. There was some music playing, kids running around with ice cream in their hands, laughing loudly and happily. Marketers were announcing their prices, housewives were thinking about delicious recipes to prepare for their families, and couples would sit together around the font, swearing love to each other.

Every day was like that. The citizens would wish their neighbors ¨good morning¨ from their windows; bakers would open the doors early, letting the delightful smell of fresh bread wake up those who slept in.  

How could you, in the middle of all that happiness, feel so sad and lost?

You sighed and made a route change. Maybe you needed a little bit of booze. 

The island where Shanks had decided to dock was in the Grand Line, a place where they were known and welcomed. So you knew where they were, and it would be a short walk to get there.

¨Y/N?¨ 

You turned automatically, thinking that a crew member had gotten lost and was looking for his captain - or boss, how he likes to be called.

 But when you saw the man standing in front of you, everything stopped. The music, the kids, and the love promises. 

At some point, you started to cry and hyperventilate, believing you were in another nightmare, and you would have to go through that day all over again. Your lover carried pain in his eyes as well, like his fears were the same as yours. 

Those minutes you stared at each other felt like hours while you kept every detail of him in your memory. His hair was slightly longer, and his complexion was paler, even with the sunset painting his skin. 

¨Z-Zoro...¨ you whispered shakily.

He gave a step forward ¨Y/N... it´s you...¨ 

You ran in his direction as soon as your name fell out of his mouth. Your arms embraced his neck, and your legs gave up when he held you tight against his body, whispering comforting words as you broke into tears. 

¨I...¨ nothing but sobs came out.

¨I know... me too.¨ he fondled your hair and hid his face in the curve of your neck. And there stood the both of you, not wanting to let the other go. 

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¨How did you know I was here?¨ you asked and he blushed a little.

¨I didn´t... I had to buy stuff for the castle, and I got lost.¨ a loud laugh came out of your mouth. It was so obvious, how didn´t you guess that?

¨They didn´t give you a log pose?¨

¨They did, but I took a nap and when I woke up, I was here.¨

You spent the rest of the day cuddling on the beach sand. Zoro was laying on his back, and you were resting on his chest. You had one year worth of conversation to catch up on, and neither of you rushed to do so. He told you about Mihawk, the creepy island in which the only native habitants were copycat human drills, the boat he destroyed, and even how he begged the Warlord to train him.

The sun had started to hide behind the sea, and the warm sand was cooling down. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore together with the salty breeze made you question if you had died at some point, and that was heaven.

¨You´re paler.¨ he chuckled.

¨It´s not very sunny where I´m living.¨ 

¨Hm...¨ you hummed ¨And how long did you take to figure out Luffy´s message?¨ 

¨Oh...¨ he thought for a second ¨ I knew right away.¨ you giggled and doodled on his chest with your finger. 

You felt his chest go up and down as he let out a sigh. 

¨I missed you, Y/N.¨ he hugged you tighter. 

¨I missed you too.¨ you stayed in silence for a few minutes ¨Anyway, when are you setting sail again?¨ You asked him softly, and he tensed up. ¨I know... ¨ your lips began to tremble ¨ I don´t want to go either, but what happened in Sabaody... I don´t want that to happen ever again.¨ you bit your lip as tears started to roll on your cheeks. 

He wiped the tears with his fingers and pulled you closer. None of you wanted to part ways again, but not only those were your captain´s order that was your future. If something like that happens again in the New World, a two-year separation would be the best scenario possible. 

¨It won´t. I promise.¨

When the night came, you decided to stay on the beach and talked until you fell asleep under the stars. The best sleep you´ve had in a long time. No nightmares, no agony, and no pain. Just the warmth and peace you missed so much.

On the following morning, you helped him get the provisions for Mihawk´s castle. You toured around the city holding hands and joking, kinda like the couples sitting by the font, enjoying every second you had before he left. 

If he didn´t get lost trying to go back to Kuraigana Island, it would be a quick trip. You assisted him with the bags and walked him to his boat. Your heart ached to say goodbye to him, but you had to. The circumstances were bigger than the two of you.

¨I love you, Zoro.¨ you hugged him and tried not to cry again.

¨I love you more, Y/N.¨

¨Careful with the naps, ok?¨ he chuckled and nodded ¨One year. We´ll meet again in one year.¨ 

¨Wait for me. I´ll go get you, and we´ll return to Sabaody together.¨ 

¨But how will you know where I will be?¨

¨It doesn´t matter where you´ll be. I´ll always find you.¨

[dilly-oh]

Trashy Romance Novel

    “Naruto, you frigging idiot,” Iruka began hotly, barging into the hospital room, “of all the stupid, brainless things you could have done, this is by far the-”

    He stopped. 

    The person lying in the small bed was definitely not Naruto. It was a grown-ass man with messy gray hair and a faded scar over one eye, the sterile white sheets pulled up over his nose, apparently sound asleep. Iruka stared at him for a long moment, dumbfounded, before it clicked. 

    Oh shit, he thought. This is the wrong room. I'm in the wrong room. I need to hurry up and leave before- 

    The stranger's eyes cracked open and he squinted up at Iruka in confusion.

    “...Who're you?” he croaked out. Iruka managed a rather articulate gurgle of dismay, frozen in sheer mortification. He considered the distance between him and the IV drip, wondering if he could dose the man back to unconsciousness before he could scream or buzz for a nurse. “Are those for me?” the man asked, sitting up in bed to regard the bouquet of flowers in Iruka's arms. He opened his mouth to disagree, but then the sheet slipped off the man's face, and Iruka suddenly thought giving him the flowers might not be such a bad idea. He definitely deserved a thank you after gifting him with...that. He didn't even protest as the alarmingly handsome stranger reached out and took the bundle of flowers, opening the card on top. 

    “You're a dumbass. Love, Iruka.” he read aloud, then looked up at Iruka, batting his eyes. “Aww, babe, you shouldn't have.”

    “Whoa whoa WHOA!” Iruka finally blurted out, his face burning half from embarrassment at the situation, half from the thinly-veiled flirting. “I'm sorry, sir, there's been a mistake. I'm in the wrong room and-”

    “You mean you aren't my doting husband I tragically forgot about due to amnesia and now you have to win back my love by passionately recreating the story of our romantic union?”

    “Excuse me, WHAT-”

    “Sorry, I've been reading trashy romance novels. They're the only books this hospital has. Can't blame me for trying.” The man shrugged, then reluctantly handed back the bouquet. “Who's the lucky person they're actually for? Must be someone real special if you're calling them a dumbass to their face.”

    “My kid brother,” Iruka explained with a sigh. “He's here with a head injury.”

    “Ouch.” The man winced in sympathy. “Poor kid.”

    “Not really. He head-butted a brick wall.” 

    “...May I ask why?”

    “Because his stupid boyfriend walked into it and he had to, and I quote, 'defend his honor'.” Iruka paused, looking the man up and down. Despite being a bit on the pale side, he looked perfectly fine, pun very much intended. It was almost unfair how well he pulled off the hospital gown (although Iruka would much rather be the one pulling it off, wink wink, nudge nudge). “So...what're you in for?” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Was...was it the crappy romance novels? Did they rot your brain?”

    “I have an extremely rare, aggressive form of cancer with only two weeks left to live and the only cure is a kiss from my one true love...” The man swooned back onto the pillow and looked expectantly up at Iruka, who rolled his eyes. 

    “Yeah they definitely did-”

    “Alright you got me. Broke my leg.” He pulled the sheet off his lower half, revealing his legs, one of which was wrapped in a cast, propped up on some pillows. Several encouraging words from friends were scrawled on the white surface in marker, one of them a jarring green highlighter. It almost hurt Iruka's eyes to look at it. 

    “...How did you break it?” he asked, unable to contain his curiosity. 

    “I heroically threw myself in front of a speeding car in order to save the life of my beloved-” 

    “Okay how did you really break it?”

    “Tripped chasing after my pug at the park,” the man admitted with a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. 

    “...Is the dog okay?” Iruka asked after a long pause.

    The stranger burst out laughing. It was a nice laugh, warm and contagious enough to elicit a chuckle out of Iruka, who was growing more and more intrigued. He couldn't deny the spark of attraction he felt for the other man, spontaneous as it was, and it seemed to be reciprocated. He didn't even know his name, but something about the man made Iruka want to know more about him. Maybe this was like some trashy romance novel, where the two would-be lovers met under unusual circumstances and fell instantly in-

    “Hey, Kakashi,” a man with short brown hair said, suddenly walking into the room, “I brought the next three volumes of your shitty porn series from the hospital library and a couple pairs of clean underwear, so you can stop fucking texting me the specific style and brand you want from home, you're so damn picky-” He stopped dead as he caught sight of Iruka, pausing for a beat, then glanced at the man in the bed, his eyes darting nervously between the two. “Umm...am I...interrupting something?”

    A cold pit of ice yawned open in Iruka's stomach. 

    Oh my GOD. Here he was, borderline flirting with some stranger in a random hospital room, when obviously the man already had a boyfriend and Iruka was just making a complete ass of himself. The flirting had probably been misinterpretation on his part anyway, and if not, the guy was a total dick. Either way, enough was enough. His face aflame with rage and shame, Iruka spun towards the door. 

    “I need to go.”

    “Hey, wait!” Kakashi or whatever his name was called after him. 

    Iruka was already out the door, ignoring the man's cries. Screw him, and screw Naruto, too. He was the cause of this whole mess. Iruka would just text him later. He was probably making out with Sasuke anyway and wouldn't even notice his brother hadn't popped in to visit. Iruka needed out of this hospital NOW. He turned towards the stairs, immediately got lost, and spent the next five minutes growing increasingly flustered as he stormed through the winding hallways, desperately searching for the exit. Why the fuck was the hospital so damn BIG-

    “Hey! Iruka! Hold up!”

    Iruka spun around to see Kakashi speeding towards him in a wheelchair, his boyfriend dutifully pushing him down the hallway at a dead run, IV dangling after him on its cord like a faithful dog. The wheelchair stopped with an audible squeal in front of him.

    “What- where did- did you steal that?!” Iruka hissed in outrage. 

    “Of course not, don't be silly,” Kakashi protested, sounding offended. “The guy it belongs to was asleep in his bed. I'm just borrowing it. I'll return it later. Anyway, Iruka-”

    “Were you flirting with me in there?” Iruka demanded, cutting him off. “Be honest.”

    “Abso-fucking-lutely,” Kakashi said without an ounce of remorse. “So can I have your number or what?” Iruka bristled. 

    “You're a piece of shit! I can't believe you, hitting on me like this right in front of your boyfriend! You have some nerve-”

    “Wait...boyfriend?” Kakashi cocked his head in confusion. “You mean Yams?”

    “The fuck do YAMS have to do with anything-”

    “Hi, that's me,” the short-haired man said, raising a hand. “Yamato, actually. 'Yams' to my friends. Which is what we are. Just...friends.” Iruka scowled at him suspiciously. 

    “Friends? Don't fuck with me. You brought him underwear-”

    “Really close friends,” Yamato reiterated. “Also, roommates. It's awful. I can't get away from him.” Iruka studied him for a moment, but couldn't spot any hint of deception. The man's almond-shaped eyes were surprisingly honest.

    “So you two...aren't dating?” he asked hesitantly. Yamato gave him a horrified look.

    “Dear God, NO. Kakashi is the WORST. He's lazy as hell, procrastinates til the last minute, is perpetually late to everything-”

    “You are a shit wingman-” Kakashi began. 

    “He needs to know what he's getting into,” Yamato snapped at him, then turned back to Iruka. “Seriously, though. You should run while you still can. There's hope for you.”

    “Don't listen to him,” Kakashi cut in. “I'm a fucking catch. Which is exactly why you should let your flaxen hair down, rip your shirt open to reveal your heaving bosom, and throw yourself into my arms-”

    “Will you cut that out?!” Iruka burst out impatiently. “Life is not a trashy romance novel.”

    “You sure about that?” Kakashi said, quirking an eyebrow. “Because I met you in a hospital through total coincidence. After really hitting it off, we had a misunderstanding brought on by miscommunication. Then I chased after you in a fucking wheelchair to declare my undying attraction to you. If that isn't a plot to a trashy romance novel, I don't know what the fuck is. At least it's not raining right now.”

    “I dunno, it might be drizzling,” Yamato said, glancing at a window.

    Iruka paused, considering.

    “I guess it...would make a pretty good book,” he admitted quietly. “The only thing is...I'm not sure what happens next.”

    “That part's for us to write,” Kakashi said, his tone eager. “Only we can complete the story.”

    “Aaaaand I'm going to puke,” Yamato stated. 

    “Sorry, we crossed the line from 'trashy' into 'sappy'.” Kakashi shook his head. “Anyway. Iruka. Please, I'm begging you. Let me sweep you off your feet. Just...give me a chance.”

    “I'll do you one better,” Iruka said after a pause. “I'll give you my number.” Stealing a marker from the nearby nurse's station, he bent and wrote his cell number on Kakashi's cast, then straightened and held out the bouquet. “Here, you can have these. The message works for you too, I guess.”

    Kakashi accepted the flowers with a laugh, taking an appreciative sniff. 

    “And now, I shall ride dramatically off into the sunset,” he said with complete seriousness. “Come, my valiant steed. Awaaaay!”

    “I will push you down the stairs,” Yamato grumbled as he spun the wheelchair around and started back down the hallway. Iruka watched them go with a fond smile on his face, giddy with anticipation. 

    He was eager to read the next few chapters in his life.

    Including the steamy bits. 

(Written for @kakairu-fest KakaIru Month 2021, Day Twelve Prompt: Hospitals)

[gaysimpsstuff]

Fatgum As a Dad

This was inspired by a conversation I had on a discord server, we all have daddy issues and want Fatgum to adopt us so here’s all the shit we collected.

There are some serious themes in here, mostly regarding the biological parents of the kid, but it’s vague as possible. If anyone wants me to add a trigger warning please let me know.

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It all started when he was a kid, when he learned what an orphanage was. One of the kids in his class mentioned being from one, so when he got home he asked his parents about it. 

“Mom, what’s an orphanage?”

“Well, Taishiro, it’s where children that don’t have parents go. Then people can come and adopt the children. Why do you ask.”

“A kid at school said he’s from one, when d’you think he’s gonna get adopted?”

“He might, not all children get adopted. Some of them stay in the orphanage until they’re adults.”

“BUT THAT’S NOT FAIR!” he shouted. “EVERYONE DESERVES A HAPPY CHILDHOOD!”

“Well, honey, life’s not fair. And not everyone gets a happy life. It’s how most villains are made, actually. They were hurt more than everyone else and couldn’t handle it anymore. Not all villains are like that but many are. I think you should stay away from that kid, Taishiro. He might turn out a villain.”

But he didn’t stay away. And he made it his mission to become a pro hero so he could make a ton of money and help as many people as he could. He’d help even villains, keep them from doing something dangerous and inspire hope in them.

Then, he’d adopt any kid who needed a father. All the orphanages and foster programs would be empty. Homeless children off the street and in his house, being fed and clothed. He’d care for each and every one of them, not wanting a single person to feel like they didn’t belong. 

He finds most of his kids at pride parades. He walks around with a shirt that says ‘FREE DAD HUGS’ and a box full of candy. He remembered one of the kids walking up to him slowly.

“Um.. are you Fatgum?” 

“Yes I am!”

“Can I have a hug?”

“Yes you can, Kiddo!” he got down, and the kid put his arms on his stomach (Fatgum’s too big for anyone to fully hug, the dude’s taller than Allmight!) he wrapped his arms around the kid before he heard sniffles. He looked down and saw that the kid was crying.

“M-my parents never hug me like this!” they exclaimed. “They haven’t since I came out. They want to kick me out when I turn thirteen!” 

“Can I have their number? I’m going to... talk to them.”

He ended up taking the kid’s family to court, and since the parents were going to just kick the kid out anyways, they let Fatgum adopt them, but they kept nagging him about how he was ‘going to be raising a little demon.’

“Then call me Lucifer.” he spat right back. Now, that kid’s grown up, has pride flags all around their walls, and doesn’t ever doubt that they’re loved.

Fatgum probably bakes with his kids. Helping them up onto the counter to mix ingredients and play with the dough. If they mess something up or break a glass, it’s fine. He doesn’t yell at them or sigh and shake his head, he just kissed the kid on the forehead and helps them clean up the mess. 

The food always turns out amazing, and Fatgum always tells the kids that. All of his kids are now Gordon Ramsay level chefs and have probably met Gordon Ramsay. 

No matter what their body type is, Fatgum tells his kids their handsome/beautiful and are model worthy. If anyone comments of one of his kid’s body, whether it be negative or... ‘positive’ in a creepy way, you can expect that they’re getting slammed into the ground. No questions asked.

One of Fatgum’s kids is really good at make-up. Like, really good. So Fatgum did the only thing a rational father would do. 

Ask for a make-up job.

It didn’t end all that well...

“Hold still.. I gotta get the eyeliner on.”

“Gosh, Kiddo it’s making my eyes water.” 

“I know, just hold still... aaaand...... done! Now don’t touch it or it’ll smear!”

“Wow, that looks great! You’re really good at this!”

“Thanks, dad- you smeared it already didn’t you?”

“....Nope.”

Fatgum: I'm not gonna do it, it just seemed like a good option. 

Fatgum not even two seconds later after seeing a trans kid crying: now carrying said child on his shoulders while his spouse is chuckling in a corner after signing adoption papers I did it.

This man would get his kids almost anything they wanted. Especially kids with ADD/ADHD/Autism/Tourettes/Anxiety who need stim toys.

Kid: chewing on their nails.

Fatgum: here take this stim toy, and this one, you chew this one so that might help-

Kid ends up with more stim toys than they can count.

Fatgum: just doing his job 

The Daddy Issues Gang: Hi dad- oh shit wait- Hi- I- fuck- trauma ensues. crying

Fatgum: grabs the daddy issues gang we're going to the nearest courtroom say hello to your new father its me im the father ok lets go.

Kid: um, dad can I talk to you? 

 Fatgum, turning around quickly: yes? 

 Me: ‘he moved so quick, he's mad at me, I'm gonna get yelled at’ Sorry, sorry! 

Fatgum: uh, no. I'm getting you ice cream and a new stuffed animal no questions asked

He'd just know when something's wrong, and he’d be great at comforting.

His usual style of comfort is to let the kid sit on his stomach and tell him what’s wrong. His body is one giant pillow for his kids to lay on, he can fit at least eight of them if they cuddle in closely.

Once filmed a commercial dressed as the Cool-Aid man, and all of his kids were in the commercial.

Fatgum: Busts down wall  “OH YEAH!”

Director: “And CUT! Okay, try a little more aggressive-”

Fatgum, in tears: “I don’t wanna scare my kids.”

As stated before, if anyone makes his kids feel bad he’s punching them to the ground, but sometimes he’s not in a position where he can do that. Like if a Karen mom ever comes over.

"Linda stop bringing lemon squares if you're going to talk about my son that way because they're just as sour as your attitude."

Fatgum but he slaps the toxic members of your family and tells them to do better or he's taking you.

Then takes you anyway because you prefer him.

Fatgum with a sweater that says ‘mr dad guy on it’

Fatgum definitely watches ATLA, and quotes Uncle Iroh daily. When his kids are minding their own business they suddenly hear

“Leaves from the vine... falling so slow...” 

INAUDIBLE CHAOS AND PANIC

Fatgum agency cosplayed ATLA characters on Halloween.

Fatgum was Iroh.

Kirishima was Sokka.

Tamaki was either Momo or Appa.

Maybe get a couple others in on it too, Mirio could be Aang and if Kirishima convinces Todoroki to join for a while he’d totally be Zuko.

Fatgum lets his kids squish his face.

Fatgum used to work with a hero who was hard of hearing, so he learned sign language to help them, and he’s got the skill saved in case one of his kids might be deaf.

So one day, Kirishima invites Bakugou on patrol with him, and we all love that headcanon of Bakugou going deaf, so when he gets pissed at something, he starts insulting everyone around him in SL.

Fatgum notices and starts signing back to him.

YOU’RE ALL MOTHERFUCKERS AND I HATE YOU ALL!

Hey, now, let’s calm down and not call everyone motherfuckers.

FUCK YOU TOO

Bakugou...

Everyone thinks that they’re doing magic, because they’re making all these shapes with their hands and keep looking offended at each other.

Now, Fatgum tries his gosh darn hardest to keep up with the memes, so when his kids come home with good grades, he says “That’s so pog, Kiddo!”

All of his kids are embarrassed.

In the middle of a battle, he throws Kirishima at a villain and they both scream “YEET!” the villain afterwords forever lives in fear of the word ‘yeet’ because he thinks it’ll result in a human rock being thrown at his face.

Fatgum can’t text very well, because his fingers are just too damn big-

sonhsisntextsblooklikehthis'

Translation: so his texts look like this

you learn to understand his texts

Someone better get him a large tablet instead of a phone

If he gets married after he adopts the kids, there’s going to be a huge competition over who does the rings and who does the flowers etc.

If any of his kid’s ever bring home a romantic partner, you can bet your ass he’ll be all over them.

“What’s your average grade?”

“E-eighty percent sir!”

“And do you take sports?”

“No sir, I wish to be a biologist.”

“I see, I see...”

“DAD, YOU AREN”T INTERVIEWING MY PARTNER, ARE YOU? YOU SCARED OFF THE LAST THREE I DON’T WANNA DEAL WITH THAT AGAIN!”

“SORRY, KIDDO! I’LL LET THEM GO NOW! I’ve got my fucking eyes on you. Don’t screw this up.”

Hope y’all enjoy this, if y’all want I can write some headcanons for if Fatgum’s kid becomes a villain-

[obeymeshallwedate-latinplayer]

Give me the “ese.”

Can we please take a moment so we can laugh about this. For all the non Latins the “Ese” or “esa” it can be an adjective in Spanish, it is really close to “That or It” in English. Now that we have it clear, usually a hispanic mom, grandma, grandpa or even dad, do not use the proper name for each thing in the house, so they will ask for the “Ese or esa” (Actually it´s the sound of the letter S in Spanish, so be careful!) For your writtr it´s actually hilarious!! Any way enjoy the reading!!!! And for all my readers Which was the most strange “Ese” you needed to find in your home? I needed to found a hammer. 

[The Mc and the brothers with a clearly language gap. The Mc forgets that their demons aren´t used to the “Ese” in this headcannon the Mc felt into the stairs and fracture their feet, so they are waiting for Solomon to help them.]

Mc: Hey Mammon, Could you please grab for me the... ah! What´s it´s name. 

Mammon: *Clearly confused.* 

Mc: The ese, you know the one over the bookshelf. Which was the name for it? Just grab the ese for me. 

Mammon: *Even more confused.* 

Mammon enter into the library, interrupting Satan´s reading. 

Satan: Mammon what the fuck are you doing?! 

Mammon: I´m searching the “Ese” for MC. 

Satan: The what?! Why would you be searching for the letter “s”. (In my mind Satan would know Spanish)

Mammon: Nonono, it´s not the “S” it´s the “Ese.”

Satan: *Confused.* And you didn´t actually ask for Mc about it? 

Mammon: I did, but they do not remmember the name of the “Ese”. 

The two brothers actually started to search for the “ese”. They say that the curiosity actually killed the cat, well maybe it can kill two demons Right? They even went into Leviathan´s room without knocking. 

Levi: Eh? Satan? Mammon? I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF AN IMPORTANT MATCH IN THE GAME. WHAT DO YOU WANT?!  

Mammon: Levi! You are the one we must be searching for. You are always speaking nonsens for us, so maybe you have the answer for our trouble. 

Levi: They are no nonsens, for a normie like you, you must be grateful I even talk about important things with you. 

Satan: Levi, we have a question... Do you know where is the “Ese” of Mc? 

Levi: The what? *A baby with a big trouble learning languages.* Maybe it´s online? 

Mammon: Nonono, they told me that it was over the bookshelf.

Three demons, clearly confused, but with a big curiosity about the “Ese”, started to search the most priceless “Ese”. But the luck wasn´t by their side, so they returned with Mc. (They were having attention from the twins and Asmo) Beel even gave them some of his snacks, and Belphie shared one of his pillows for the Mc.While Asmo was crying with over the cast, saying that he must make it even prettier. 

Levi: We couldn´t find it Mc. 

Mammon: The “Ese” wasn´t anywhere in the house. 

Beel: The ese? Is that a type of cake from the human realm? Can we eat it?

Belphie: Maybe it´s a pillow. 

Asmo: No way, it must be a beauty cream.

Mc: Eh? But I was really clear about it. *Thinking* Oh for Diavolo´s sake. I am so sorry you guys, it´s actally over the “Ese” in my room, you know right? The ese it´s over the ese in my room. 

The brains of the six demons exploted after the simple “Explanation” from their human. And after looking the nicest smile of them they couldn´t say no to them or ask for another explanation. 

Lucifer actually met with them in the hallway, he was clearly angry, his little brothers together only meant troubles, and hell no, he wasn´t gonna take their shit, or at least not to day.. 

Lucifer: So... Mc, asked Mammon to grab for them the “Ese”? But all of  you got involved, and neither of you “High rank.” demons had the brains to ask them what was the “Ese” and over which “Ese” was it? Are you kidding me right now? 

*Silence* 

Luci: For Diavolo´s sake, I´ll ask them for you. 

*Some minutes after, a bemused Lucifer came into their little brothers.*

Luci: So the “Ese” it´s over the “Ese” 

His brothers noded even more confused. After a while Mc started to panick, it might be really hard to find the “Ese” so they started to jump with their healthy foot all over the house until their room, finding seven demons freaking out in their room. 

Mc: Oh! Here it goes. 

After listening to the voice of the human all turned to see them, with a hair brush in their hands. 

Mc: You know, my mom would have being yelling at me if I had taken the much time you have taken. Boys you really need to know which “Ese” I am talkning about. Anyway thanks for taking care of that.

[anxietysslave]

Nakahara Chuuya X Heartbroken! Reader

(Y/N means your name, L/N means last name. This is also just the first part! Here is the second part: https://firemercyqueen.tumblr.com/post/659197494555803648/nakahara-chuuya-x-heartbroken-reader-2

Summary: You and Dazai were very close, but when he leaves, you’re left heartbroken. Did you really think Chuuya wouldn’t notice?

*A few hours before Dazai leaves...*

Y/N’s point of view:

I chuckled. “I mean, Mori might have some things to commit suicide. But, I hardly doubt he’d give anything to you. You are one of his favorite members.” I pointed out. He sighed. “You’re right. But I don’t really want anything from him..” Dazai admitted. I glanced at him. “Eh? Did something happen?” I questioned. “Nothing happened. Just... Be careful, okay?” He questioned. “Dazai being serious? This is new.” I joked. I was about to add something else, but... That look in his eyes said I shouldn’t... 

I smiled. “I’m always careful. Tell me when I haven’t been.” I replied. He rose an eyebrow. “There was that one t-” He started, “Okay okay! Shush! I get it!” I cut him off. “But in all seriousness, I will be careful. If you’re the one telling me to be careful, then it’s best I listen.” I admitted. He smiled. “Thank you.” He replied. 

“Could you also take care of Chibi for me? He doesn’t always listen to me, but he seems to listen to you. If I told him to be careful, you know he’d instantly do something dangerous.” He requested. “Of course!” I agreed. “Oh, speaking of which, aren’ t you going to the bar tomorrow?” I asked, “I don’t think I’m going to. I have some work to do.” He lied. 

“Ah, okay! Let me know if you want to go! I’m probably going to go tomorrow as I have nothing better to do.” I explained. He chuckled. “Are you going to get wine again?” He asked, “Yes! What else do you think I’m going to get?” I asked, “I’m not sure. But you’re like Chibi! Completely obsessed with wine.” He muttered. 

“Hey, that’s because wine is good!” I defended. “Mhm, sure it is.” He replied sarcastically. He gently placed his hand on my head and messed up my hair. “Oi! Do not mess up my hair! It already gets messed up enough!” I exclaimed. He laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry. Your hair just needed a bit of fixing.” He joked. “Shut up!” I groaned. 

*Time skip...*

“W-What? What do you mean? Dazai should be at home!” I whispered. “He isn’t, L/N. I was hoping you’d know where he went...” Akutagawa muttered. “I-I’m sorry... I don’t. He didn’t seem to go anywhere other than home...” I whispered. He sighed. “Thank you, L/N. But I got to look for him.” Akutagawa concluded, as he bowed. 

“Wait! Let me look with you.” I begged. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to work with someone else.” He dismissed. “Wait!” I tried to stall. But Akutagawa was already walking away. I sighed in frustration. “Fuck!” I exclaimed as I stepped back into my apartment. “Why the fuck would he go somewhere...? He said he was going to be there... Unless...” I whispered. 

‘Just... Be careful, okay..?’

I froze. “He didn’t leave The Port Mafia, did he...?” I whispered. “I know he didn’t like Mori, but...” I whispered. “He wouldn’t leave me, right...?” I whispered as I closed the door. I rushed towards my bedroom and opened the door. I rushed towards my phone and quickly sent off some texts. 

(Y for Y/N, C for Chuuya)

Y: Dazai, where the hell are you? People are looking everywhere for you! 

Y: Please, just answer. Some things are missing from your apartment, like essentials. So please, please at least tell me what’s going on. 

Y: You wouldn’t leave me, right...? 

I stopped texting him, as I got a text from Chuuya. I taped on the conversation, which revealed the familiar conversations we’ve had in the past, along with the new ones. 

C: Hey, do you know where Dazai is? He isn’t in his apartment, nor is he in any of the places he normally goes to. I was hoping you’d know where he is, as he has some paperwork to finish. I can’t be doing everything for him, you know?

Y: I’m sorry... I don’t know where he is... Akutagawa came to my door a few minutes ago asking me where he is. 

Y: Where’s Oda? Normally he’s with Oda, or possibly Ango. They were the other people Dazai talked to.

C: ....

C: You didn’t hear...?

Y: Hear what? 

C:..I’m sorry to be the one to say this, but earlier today, Oda was killed... And Ango, he’s betrayed the Mafia. Did Dazai not tell you that?

Y:..What...? You’re joking, right? I just saw Oda earlier today!

C: I’m not... 

C: I thought you’d know, as it spread through pretty quickly... 

C: Are you there? 

C: Hey, Y/N! Pick up the phone. 

C: Y/N?

C: Hellooo?

C: I’m coming over. 

I stood up and rushed towards my computer. I pulled up a new email and quickly sent something over to Mori. “There’s no way... how could Oda die...? He has kids! He wouldn’t do something too stupid! And Ango... He always seemed to work... Was all that a lie? Or did he just get sick of it?” I muttered aloud. 

‘Just... Be careful, okay..?’

I clenched my fists. “He knows something... But why wouldn’t he tell me? I work in the same organization as he did... So... he would’ve told me, right? I mean something to him, don’t I?” I muttered aloud. I heard the bedroom door swing open, which caused me to jump. I glanced in the direction and saw Chuuya standing there. 

“Y/N, why didn’t you respond??” Chuuya asked quickly. “I-I’m sorry... I didn’t... I didn’t think about that.” I muttered. He sighed. “You don’t think Dazai would leave, right...?” I whispered. He opened his mouth before closing it. “I think you need to rest. You’re clearly not doing okay.” he whispered as he walked over to me. 

“You know something too, don’t you?” I asked, “About why Dazai isn’t around.” I added. He took a breath. “Y/N, I saw him. He explained, but I don’t think you’re in the right mindset t-” He tried to say. But I stood up. “I don’t care.” I spoke bluntly. “I want to know why he left.” I spoke clearly. “I-How about you sit down first? It might b-” He tried to speak. 

“No.” I interrupted. “I want to know what’s so important, that he left me and everyone else with no explanation.” I explained. Silence took over for a moment. “Mori... He got Oda killed. He was told he’d get an oracle if someone could take down this organization. Mori knew they both had the same ability, so he chose Oda. But Oda wouldn’t fire for no reason, so Mori got him mad. That... Leader... Killed all of Oda’s kids, and he couldn’t save them. So... In the end, Oda died because of Mori.” Chuuya whispered. 

“Oda said something to Dazai. He didn’t tell me what Oda said, but it made Dazai want to leave the Port Mafia. So that’s what he’s doing.” Chuuya explained. I growled and slammed my fist on the table. “Why the hell would he not tell me though!? We’ve been friends for so fucking long now!” I exclaimed. 

“All he said was to be careful.” I whispered. “Okay, I think we need to calm down...” Chuuya whispered as he placed his hands on my shoulder. “Did that whole friendship mean nothing to him?” I questioned gently. I felt tears form in my eyes.

“Hey, no. It meant something to him. That’s why he didn’t bring you along. He doesn’t want you hurt, Y/N...” Chuuya whispered as he gently pulled me back. He turned me around and brought me into a hug. “Safe? Please! Being in the Mafia is still dangerous! Especially if Mori doesn’t care about his members...” I pointed out. 

Chuuya didn’t respond. Instead, he brought me down to the floor and cradled me. “Even if that’s the case, I’ll protect you. I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.” He whispered. “I’m always here for you.” He added. 

(Okay! There’s a small start to a new thing I’m doing. This is basically just some prologue before the next chapter. I don’t think this is going to be a full series, but I don’t know- I didn’t even expect to split this up into different parts, but it’s happening anyway. I hope you enjoy this new thing! Thank you for reading!)

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 251, Replies Part 2

1) “Oookay, you`re going to use your fire, sure… Huh… Hopefully this won`t make things weird with Ending there, we`d hate for the target of that death wish to be changed in a moment like this.

…

Shot`s going to be the new target, won`t he?”-

Shoto: Hey Jackass! You want fire!? I’ve got all the flames you want right here!! Ending: You vile, scurrilous pretender! Don’t you dare attempt to deceive me! Those miserable, pathetic sparks are not Endeavour’s lustrous flames! Shoto: (Grins) Thanks. It’s great to hear that from somebody else as well!! (Punch of Brotherly Rage)

2) “Oh boy, that can`t be good…”-

Ending: Hey Punks! Catch! Izuku: Ok! (does so) Ending: I wasn’t being literal, you moron! Izuku: Then why did you toss them straight up in the air instead of into the buildings on the side? Ending:…fuck. 3) “OH GOD NATSUO IS ABOUT TO BE ISEKAI`D SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING”- For some reason the Anime turned this collision into a train instead of a cab- presumably to avoid an uncomfortable level of realism to the danger?- but I think I recall something about an Iseaki that started with a train crash.

4)  “THE ROCKETMAN SAVES THE DAY, AND STOPS ANOTHER ONE TO BEFALL THE CURSE OF THE WITCH.”- The sheer timing Bakugou needs to have to pull this move off, not only reaching Natsuo faster than the car speeding right at him, but getting close enough to actually touch it before he fires his opposing concentrated blast back the other way to push them both out of danger, at the precise second before inertia imbeds him into the vehicle. It seems like Endeavour’s training not only honed Bakugou’s explosive ability to new heights, it sharpened his perceptions of the world around him as well, because Bakugou would need to have bullet time vision to avoid hurting himself or Natsuo with that move.

5) “JESUS FUCK BAKUGO- YOU KNOW WHAT, IF I WAS NATSUO ON THIS SITUATION I THINK I`D RATHER TAKE MY CHANCES WITH THE TAXI AFTER SEEING YOU FACE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.”- Bakugou has accepted the ‘win by saving’ mentality, but similar to Izuku he’s actually pretty skilled at intimidating the shit out of people when he’s in a fighting mood- and for Bakugou now, every opportunity to rescue somebody is a ‘fight’ against himself, so he’s got his rage face on all the time in hero mode.

6) “ALRIGHT MIDORIYA, NOW IT`S YOUR TIME TO SHINE, AND I THINK I ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU`RE GOING TO DO. TIME TO RELEASE THE DARKNESS, TIME TO LET THE WHIPS CRACK!”- I know this new ability is mostly spiderman, but with the terminology of ‘whip’ I’m constantly comparing Izuku’s usage of it to Indiana Jones, Catwoman or even Subaru’s.

7) “THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR FLASHBACKS MIDORIYA, RELEASE THE DARKNESS BEFORE YOU START TO GET TOO AWARE OF WHAT YOU NEED TO DO AND YOU LOSE CONTROL OF IT. LET IT FLOW AND LET YOUR INSTINCTS GUIDE YOU”-Technically, ‘rage’ isn’t actually the source of Black Whip’s strength- it’s just a psychosomatic power that gets ‘amped up’ and more unpredictable when Izuku’s channelling a strong emotion as the trigger, which means getting pissed is simply the easiest way he can unleash its raw strength to do what he wants, helped by the fact that Izuku is quick to anger when lives are on the line, but in this case, his iron-clad desire to ‘protect’ others is what allows him to precisely shape and control the whips to move to his will.

8) “YEAH ENDEAVOR, YOU BE IN AWE OF THEIR POWER, THOSE KIDS AREN`T FUCKING AROUND, THEY WERE JUST BIDDING THEIR TIME UNTIL IT WAS THE MOMENT TO SHINE,

AND BY THE LORD ARE THEY GOING SUPERNOVA RIGHT NOW”-

Well, Shoto certainly is, but then again, he’s the only one on this impromptu team whose goal is ‘fighting’ the villain, leaving Izuku and Bakugou to protect the lives he endangers whilst he melts his threat into a pile of molten paint.

9) “AND LOOK AT THAT, IT SEEMS LIKE SHOTO IS HELPING ENDING

KEEP COOL

RIGHT NOW…”- I dunno if you’ve watched Vox Machina, but a particularly climatic moment occurs when one of the characters holds their enemy down for their ally to blast both of them with a concentrated beam of heat energy, tanking the damage until the target is ashes. Shoto’s tactic here is much the same, but luckily his ice achieves the same immobilisation effects without his needing to worry about harming his allies with his concentrated rage flames all up in Ending’s face.

10) “Midoriya, please tell me you put those cars down gently. You know, physics aren`t exactly well respected but they still exist to some extent, and if you just dropped them after stopping them from flying into the sky, well… somebody is bound to get hurt that way”- Unfortunately, whilst he’s mastered the act of unleashing Black Whip to achieve a specific goal alongside simultaneously using Full Cowling, it seems Izuku’s current skill level with that many whips only allow him to ‘unleash’ them, but not keep them extended or active for very long. Like a grappling hook, they can extend, snag a target and them reel it into Izuku or vice versa, but they can only manifest for a few short seconds before dissipating and him needing to fire a second follow-up whip to achieve any additional objectives. Izuku’s earlier showing during the joint training was with 4 whips maximum, two on each hand, and he only managed to hold up two metal pipe containers as large as his body for a few seconds before they ‘shorted out’, whereas here he’s moving the weight of three cars plus however many people inside them. Izuku might eventually be capable of lifting Busses and the like with a few Black Whip tentacles, but right now, being able to grasp and right some falling cars in mid-air so they land right-side up is the most he can achieve over a week’s training, especially since he doesn’t have any flying abilities that would allow him to gently let them down- he launched himself upwards both to get in prime position to snare the cars and also to provide sufficient force to ‘tug’ them in the opposite direction and avoid them hitting the ground at terminal velocity

11) “Oh that`s Bakugo, and holy fuck is he hating every single nanosecond of this.”- Ah, open affection, Bakugou’s Kryptonite. That or he’s as grossed out by Endeavour hugging him as Natsuo is. @thelreads

[maggyme13]

The Girl that had no Name (6/?)

Wordcount: around 7.7K

Warnings: mention and memories ob child abuse, mentioning and description of scars

Read at your own risk

Part 5

TGTHNN-Masterlist

„Team 4: Raidon Maeda, Hiraku Hyuga, and Kuma.“, their teacher announced, and the girl felt a reassuring pad on her shoulder by her friend Kojika.

She felt sorry for Kuma, she had been put in the same team as her bully after all.

Since the incident with his father he had become friendlier, (read: not actively bullying her), but he was still an asshole.

What the girl did not understand was the reason behind this constellation. They all were close-quarter fighters, and usually, each team had one close-quarter fighter, one distance fighter, and one that was in the middle or both. So why was their team different?

“Your Senseis will come and get you within the next hour. Please sit down in your teams. I am very proud of you all and wish you the best for your future.”, Iruka-sensei finished before leaving the class with a small tear in his eyes.

“This is stupid. Why do I have to be in a team with the mute?”, Raidon mumbled, but it was still loud enough for both his teammates to hear.

“Lady Tsunade will have her reasons. I do wonder though what they are. Our team has a rather unique compilation. We are all close quarter fighters, with none of us being more than average with Kunai and other distance weaponry.”

“Whatever. How can we work as a team on missions if one of us can´t communicate unless we are looking at her? That´s stupid.”, the blond continued his rant.

Silence hung between the teammates, Kuma knew he was right and that she endangers her team by not speaking, but she simply could not.

“I will not have a big problem with that. Using my Bijakugan I can see her signs through trees as long as she is not farther away than fifty meters.”, Hiraku smirked, he did not like his other male teammate much and enjoyed showing him off subtle whenever possible.

“ Stop.”,  Kuma signed after hitting the desk between them with her fist ,” I find way.”

“Whatever. I want to know who our sensei will be. I hope he isn´t an asshole.”

“Or she. We might get a Kunoichi as sensei.”, Hiruka scolded Raidon.

“Whatever. I just want to finally get out of this stupid classroom.”

“You must be Team 4.”, a sudden voice spoke from behind the two boys, who jerked together in surprise. Kuma, though surprised, suppressed any flinching.

It was an Anbu with a wolf mask.

“Your Jonin-sensei is on a mission. You will meet tomorrow, training ground 6, at 7 am. Do not be late.”, and with these words, he flickered away.

“Guess we are good to leave then. See you suckers tomorrow.”, Raidon waved and left out of the open window next to them.

“Kuma-san. I will take my leave as well. Will you be joining me?���, Hiruka nodded politely and Kuma hummed in approval.

Together they left the academy and walked through the streets towards the Hyuga compound and her flat.

They walked in silence and parted in silence at the staircase that led to her Guardian´s flat.

“Welcome home Kuma. I am proud of you.”, Genma greeted her with a huge smile on his face, “Now you are a Genin and adult. So tell me, who is in your team?”

“ Lightning and Eyes.”

At once her guardian´s face fell.

“Sorry to hear that kid. But aren´t you all close fighters? Well, Lady Tsunade will have her reasons. Who is your Jonin-sensei?”, he continued after a sigh, and his ward answered with a shrug.

“ On Mission. Meet tomorrow.” , she answered, “ ANBU informed .”

“How are you going to wear your headband? Any ideas?”, Genma hummed, he could not imagine his ward with the ´classic´ way to wear it. And he was right, Kuma held up her headband and placed it on her left lower arm as an armed guard.

“Interesting placement. We can visit a seamstress to have one fitted just for you. It will surely come in handy if you keep specializing in close quarters. I have something for you for finishing the academy. Do you want to get it now or do you want it later?”, he continued with a smile.

Still unused to getting gifts, she looked at her guardian with huge eyes. He had gotten something for her as a gift for finishing the academy?

“ Now.” , she answered him.

“Then open your hands and close your eyes.”, he grinned and she did as told.

She stopped breathing in anticipation and concentrated all her other senses onto her hands to know what it would be.

Finally, after what felt like hours, did Genma place three small, cold, and strangely formed things in the palm of her hand.

“You can open your eyes now. I hope you like it.”, he offered, and she immediately did. She was that excited.

Everything stopped once her eyes fell on the three small things in her hand: beads. Genma, her guardian, and friend, had gifted her three beads.

One as black as the hair needles with the Konoha-insignia in bronze edged into it. One was as silver as her hair in form of a bear´s head, and one was made of a beautiful blue stone that shimmered red in the right light.

She understood the meanings behind the first two beads but not the blue one.

“Phosphorescent Foam or unknown fire are the meanings of my last name. I know you were given to me as a ward and mission by the Hokage a few years ago. But I kind of think of you as a sister or even daughter. Now that you are a Genin you are officially an adult with all rights and duties of one. That bead is my promise that I will be there for you whenever you need me. I know we did not talk about it. But you can keep living here if you want. As you remember I had put you down as a next of Kind at the office and I will keep you there if you are alright with it.”

Too stunned to speak Kuma closed her fists and hug tackled the man, tears and sobs soon shook her body and she clutched the back of his shirt.

“I hope those are happy tears.”, he gulped and she nodded her head yes.

“I can hold them if you want to braid them into your hair.”, Genma hummed after a few minutes of the embrace. And slowly the girl loosened her grip and stood back. Her face was red and puffy from the short but intense bout of tears, but her eyes were shining in happiness.

“ I these.”,  she signed holding up the first two beads,  “You this? You braid, I yours .”

“Are- Do you- Wait- You want me to braid your hair? And that would mean-”

“ You braid. We family.” , she explained in clarification, hoping he would understand what she meant and that he would not decline. All she ever wanted (without realizing it) was to have a family, and Genma had become the closest thing to one. Even if it weren´t official within the village, for her it would mean Genma sees her as family, too.”

“You mean, I braid your hair with this bead will mean that we become a family. You want me to make you my family?”, he breathed, his voice strained from the tears that bubbled in his throat.

“ You choice.”

“I- I can´t do braids though. Well, maybe a simple one, but it won´t be beautiful.”, he stuttered and Kuma shrugged, offering him the bead. She did not care how the braid look. She would love it no matter what.

“Whe- Where do I have to put it? Or doesn´t it matter?”, he finally asked and the girl separated a strand of her hair from right behind her right ear and offered it to her guardian again.

“You want me to do this? I know how important your hair is to you and I will not be mad if you say no. You do not have to offer this because you think you owe me or something.”, he spluttered, he had no idea where his nervousness came from. He was a battle and mission hardened special Jonin. He worked with T& I and questioned enemy ninja, and now he was scared because a 12-year-old asked him to braid her hair?

“If that is really what you want.”, he finally smiled, and with clumsy and nervous fingers did he make the most basic (and only one he knew) braid, placing the bead at the end and securing it with some Chakra induced string to keep it closed.

“ Family”

“So, can we call you Kuma Shiranui officially now or not?”

“Kotetsu!”, Izumo scolded her friend who was kneeling next to him on the windowsill, “That was rude.”

“And not using the door isn´t?”, Genma nearly growled, angry the two Chunin had interrupted their moment.

“We knocked, three times within 5 minutes and no one reacted. We heard you were inside and thought to check. We wanted to offer you to help prepare for the Little Bear to come home after the hidden test and celebrate.”, Kotetsu waved.

“ Hidden test?” , Kuma scowled, what does he mean by that.

“Wait, you don´t know does that mean-”, the Chunin asked shocked and Genma grinned evilly.

“Her future sensei was on a mission today. They meet tomorrow, you just blew the exam. Now hope the Hokage won´t hear about this.”

“...”

“ Hidden test?” , she signed again but was ignored.

“Sorry. He already said too much.”, Izuma apologized to the girl, “So. Are you a Shiranui now or not?”

“If she wants.”, Genma answered for her, and could not suppress the smile that graced his lips when the girl in front of him nodded.

“I know where the forms are. We can make this official within the next hour. I don´t think Tsunade-sama has something against it.”, the calmer of the two Chunin answered with his eyes cast on the girl to see her reactions.

“ Ok.”

“Seems like we have more than just a new Genin to celebrate.”, Kotetsu grinned, “I am sure you will ace your test tomorrow.”

“ I go Eyes, Lightning, explain test.”,  she hummed, “Okay?”

“Mhm. Usually, the teams should not know about the second, hidden test. But I won´t tell you no if that is what you want.”, Genma stated, “There are still two hours left before we have to go to the BBQ for the table I reserved. We can meet there.”

“ Meet there.”,  she grinned and left after Izumo through the door, and made her way to the flat Raidon had moved into after  the  incident.

It took her ten minutes running over walls and through small alleyways to reach her destination. Luckily he was home and opened her after the third knock.

“What do you want.”, he grumbled though still interested, it was the first time she had visited him in his new home, so it must be important.

“ Information. Hidden test tomorrow.” , she informed him and he frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“ Chunin accidentally said hidden test with sensei. Telling Eyes next.”

“Someone told you there would be a secret test tomorrow, by accident, and now you are telling us?”

“ Positiv.”

“Why?”

“ Team. You come?”

He thought for a few moments before he let out a groan and nodded, “Fine. But only because I don´t want to fail tomorrow and have to return to the stupid academy. Do you at least know the way?”

“ Follow me.”

-.-.-.-.

“Who are you. And what is your reason for being here?”, the guard at the entrance to the Hyuga compound asked the two Genin.

“We want to talk to our Teammate Hiraku. We are supposed to meet tomorrow with our sensei. Something came up and we need to speak with him about that.”, Raidon answered surprisingly politely.

“Wait here.”, the guard ordered and flickered away only to reappear a few seconds later.

A minute later they were joined by their teammate.

“I was informed there is something we have to discuss our meeting tomorrow with our sensei?”, he greeted them politely.

“Yes. Kuma told me she heard there would be a hidden test tomorrow.”, Raidon explained.

“Are you certain?”

“ Positive.”

“What do we do now?”

All of them shrugged.

“We only can keep it in mind then when we meet our sensei tomorrow. We should prepare for everything from fighting to genjutsu, and tracking. “, Hiraku mused, “It might also be possible that we will be played against each other. It is well known that you do not like Kuma much.”

“Yeah, yeah. I will behave. So we will simply stick together and see what will happen? Fine with me. Anything else? I was about to make food and I am hungry.”, Raidon sighed.

“I don´t think so. Thank you, Kuma for sharing that with us. Shall we meet a bit earlier than requested?”

“ Positive.”

“See you two idiots tomorrow then.”, the blond excused himself and the girl followed with a small wave and smile towards the brunet.

-.-.-.-.-.-.

“So you are my team. A useless bully that is nothing but mediocre. A mute girl that is not any better, and an honorable clan kid. I am sorry for you Hyuga-san.”, their Sensei, a middle-aged man with black eyes and hair, wearing the usual Jonin-gear grumbled.

“Neither of them is useless, otherwise the Hokage would not have paired us up.”, Hiruka stated in a polite but straight manner.

“Those two are simply the leftovers. Hokage-sama hoped that teaming them up with you might turn this team somewhat decent.”, the Jonin continued.

“Whatever Asshole-sensei. I heard worse words from my father whenever he was home. I guess you too, right Kuma? Either really try hurting us or start training us.”, Raidon grumbled, but Kuma heard from his tone that the words had hurt him more than he was showing. It was the same with her.

“ Positive.”,  Kuma nodded.

“So what would you do if I said one has to return to the Academy. Who would you choose to leave?”, he darkly chuckled.

“ You.”

“I am with Pity on this.”

“Me, too. Kuma-chan, Raidon-kun. This conversation does not seem to go anywhere. I suggest we start with a warm-up and then start fighting. We know how each of us fights. Now we have to learn how to fight together. I suggest two against one, in rounds of ten minutes. Ten minutes break and a debrief before changing up.”

“Fine with me. Will we stay with the one-hour lunch break at twelve?”, Raidon nodded already turning his back to their sensei.

“ Positive.”

“I suggest Raidon and Kuma, you two team up first. Then I will team up with Kuma, and then us boys against her.”, the clan kid suggested and the other two nodded, “Both weapons and chakra are allowed.”

“Ready when you are.”

“ Ready.”

“On three. One. Two. Three. Bijagugan!”, and with these words, their spar began.

The whole day they trained each other on their own, with the afternoon being reserved for their specializing classes. In the first half, Kuma questioned her teammates about their knowledge in survival, while later the boys questioned Kuma about her knowledge of the Kunoichi classes.

They just wanted to leave for their homes, when the Jonin stopped them in their tracks: “Congratulations. You have surprised me. My name is Daisuke Shizu. And from today on I am your sensei.”

“So we passed the hidden test?”, Raidon smirked when he saw the shocked face of their sensei.

“How-”

“One of the Chunin Kuma knows accidentally spilled the beans yesterday. She informed us as soon as she learned about it.”, Hiraku explained for his mute teammate.

“It was Kotetsu, wasn´t it?”, Daisuke-sensei groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose .

“ Positive.”

“Who else. We will meet here tomorrow at eight. I want you to bring something that has a lot of meaning for you. We will start with an introduction. I also want you to think about skills you wish to learn. Understood? Good. See you tomorrow then.”, and with these words he flickered away, muttering something about teaching a certain someone how to keep his mouth shut.

The three kids walked together back to the entrance to the training area where they split and made their way home alone.

“Yo, Kuma. Genma is on a mission.”, Kakashi greeted the girl from his seat on the windowsill, “Heard he adopted you yesterday. Congrats on that. So I guess you passed the second test?”

“ Greetings. Positive.”

“Mah. I knew you could do it. Who is your sensei?”

“ Calm.”,  she signed, not having a word to use as his name yet.

“I don´t know who that might be right now. Well, I got to go. I was just hiding from Gai and I was supposed to meet with the Hokage this evening.”, he waved his goodbye and jumped out of the window.

-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Didn´t I tell you to bring something important to you? Where is yours, Kuma?”, their Sensei asked upon sitting his students down in the shadows of a great tree.

“ Braid.”

“The braid is your important something? Please explain.”, he continued, he had read the regular statements from her Guardian before accepting being their sensei, so he knew about her past.

“That is new. Isn´t it? I have never seen you with braids like this before.”, Hiraku added his observation.

“ Positive. Guardian made. Braid means Family. Not alone now.”, she signed with a smile, “Learn Genjutsu.”

“I heard rumors that you are now officially a Shiranui. Why do you want to learn Genjutsu?”

“ Communication.”

“I am not an expert with Genjutsu, but I will teach you as much as I can. It is a good idea to learn a different way of communication. Though this has its dangers. Not only for you but the ones you want to communicate with as well.”

“ Understood.”

“Raidon, what is the important thing that you brought with you?”

“Its my first training s Kunai. My mother gave it to me when I started at the academy.”, he grumbled playing with the piece of worn plastic in his hand.

“And you Hiraku?”

“I could not decide, so I chose to bring nothing.”, the brunet boy answered, bowing his head as an apology, “May you be able to tell us why we were placed in a team together? We are all close-range fighters. Usually, teams have ranged, close, and mid-range fighters.”

“You are right. You are all close-range fighters. But you are also all very quiet on your feet it was reported. The Hokage saw potential in the three of you with those skills and wants me to train you regarding it. Do you have an idea what that might be?”

“Infiltration. That would be the only use of silence and close range I can think of.”, Raidon stated after a minute of thinking.

“Yes. That is exactly the idea. Hiraku, you have the formal training of a clan child. Kuma, you, and I am sorry to formulate it like this, are a girl. With the right outfit and styling, you look innocent. Raidon, you have the brass character of a soldier or farmer. Within this team is every social situation given that might be of use during missions. And with training this close together all of you will adopt those abilities, and be able to work even better. And those Kunoichi classes will come in handy as well.”

“What does that mean for our training?”

“We will concentrate on strengthening your possessed abilities and getting your distance abilities on point. But first of all, we need to find out what your elemental affiliations are. For that I want you all to concentrate your chakra into these pieces of paper.” Daisuke-sensei explained offering each of his students a small piece of rectangle paper.

Accepting the paper, each of them did as they had been told. Raidon´s paper began to crinkle, while Kuma´s disappeared into a pile of dust.

“Lightning and Earth. Seems like your name is not just fitting your character, Raidon. Though there are not many lightning users within Konoha, I will ask those I know for advice and help. Kuma, you have more luck, I do know some earth-releases myself, as it is my second element. Wind is my first. Now Hiraku, what will your element be? I know your Clan concentrates more on taijutsu and usually does not master an element. But it would still be interesting to know what yours is.- Wind. So we have a team with three different affinities. Wind, that beats lightning, Lightning that beats earth, and earth. OR: Earth that strengthens Lightning, Lightning that strengthens Wind, and Wind. All these will be of use for infiltration. Kuma, you can learn how to move through earth and sneak inside of something. Raidon, Lightning can be used to move fast, very fast. And Hiraku, if you were able to combine your taijutsu with wind release you could widen the range of them. Well, now that we know your elements, you will start learning how to control your chakra. First and most importantly walking.”

“Walking- what are we toddlers?”, Raidon grumbled.

“In the Ninja- sense? Pretty much, yes. But seeing that it is hard enough to learn how to concentrate chakra on one part of the body, we will skip the crawling phase. As a ninja you will need to learn how to climb up surfaces – like trees - without hands, as well how to walk on water or similar surfaces.”, their Sensei grinned and Kuma could not shake off the feeling he would have stuck out his tongue at his student if it weren´t for their teacher-student- relations.

“Go and find a comfortable spot to meditate and concentrate on your chakra until I tell you to stop.”

“And what are you going to do? Sensei?”, Hiraku asked.

“I will decide on what to get for lunch and then … Ninja things.”, their sensei waved

“So lunch is on you? Thank you Sensei.”, Raidon used the opportunity to his advantage, “Thank you Daisoku-sensei.”

“WH- Wait. I did not… Fine if you all do well I will pay for the food. This time. But this will not become a regular thing.”, he spluttered hearing his student's brazen words.

“You have my thanks sensei.”, Hiraku added, already seated beneath a nearby tree with his eyes closed and ready to meditate.

“ Thank you.” , Kuma smiled and laid back on the grass to feel its small blades against her skin and watch the clouds before her eyes.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

It would not stay with that one time that Daisuke- sensei would pay for their lunch.

For the next two weeks every other day, he would pay for the whole team's food. And with both Raidon and Hiraku being in an age where they were constantly growing they ate a lot, to a point where they had become regulars in one of the all you can -eat style restaurants the Amikichi frequent.

He was a good sensei, even though he let them figure out a lot on their own. During their third week as a team, he created a giant crater in the middle of the field and told them to get out of it. Only problem: the walls were as polished as a mirror and they had not yet been able to even climb trees.

“THIS IS MEAN SENSEI!”, Raidon roared up to where their Sensei was sitting cross-legged on the edge.

“Get out of there and we will start taking missions tomorrow.”, he grinned, “If I have to get you out by this evening you have to take me to lunch for the next week. You can start as soon as you are ready.”

Kuma´s old clan had been in charge of a few mines, and therefore she had grown up around stone. She knew, no matter how smooth stone seemed to be, it always had some little cracks or weak spots that could be used.

Circling the hole, she watched for even those areas and finally found one around three meters up the wall. There was a small rift within the stone and she concentrated all her attention on the surrounding area to find the most suitable way up. If she was able to somehow blow up that crevice it could turn big enough for the three of them to climb up.

“Did you find something?”, Hiraku asked, having noticed the concentrated look in her eyes.

“ Positive. You punch stone.” , she signed, motioning at an era high up.

“I can. But my control is not yet so good that I can jump and concentrate chakra into my fist.”; he sighed, “I am a Hyuga, but I am not the best with our abilities.” He sounded sad and a bit embarrassed.

“ I climb, you punch.”,  she motioned and got into a crouching position so he could get on her back.

His face screamed confusion and uneasiness. He was taller than her by almost half ahead, and even though she might be able to use chakra to strengthen her muscles, climbing with someone on their back was not an easy task.

“If you don´t climb on her back I will.”, Raidon hissed.

“I cannot. She -”

“Don´t pity Pity. She ain´t some high born Lady that is afraid to break her nails.”, her bully surprised them with talking good about her, “And you won´t hurt her by just getting on her back.”

“ Hold.” , she signed with one hand, when he finally followed her request, as he did with the second one as well.

Satisfied with the way her teammate hold onto her back, she took four steps to gather momentum and climbed up the wall nearly four meters until she reached the one era she could hold onto the lower edge of the small crevice.

She dug her fingers into the stone and used all her strength to hold on. Kuma had always been stronger than others, but with only her fingertips to hold them in place, it did not take long for her to feel the strain that the added weight of her teammate on her back.

Now she hoped that Hiraku would know where to punch because at the moment she was not able to communicate. Luckily he did. With one hit the crevice exploded, and Kuma jumped away the second it did to avoid injuries to her and her teammate.

“This was not how I visioned you to get out of there. But you did. Faster than I thought, too. I wanted you to use tree-walking. You used the surroundings to your advantage. Well done. Take a break while I close that hole.”, Daisoku-sensei sighed the second his students stood before him.

“ Apology.” , Kuma signed looking to the floor because she butchered the training exercise he had planned for them.

“It´s fine Kuma. That crack was a fail on my part. At least I now know that you are stronger than you look. Am I correct that you did not use chakra to do that, or did I fail to detect it?”

“ Positive. No Chakra.”,  she finally admitted but her fingers trembled with anxiety. How would they react learning that she was unusually strong? Would they fear her now?

Stunned silence for a few seconds until Raidon disrupted it with a loud shout.

“WHAT!?”

“ Apology.”,  she signed again without looking at the others.

“Why did you hide that for so long? You could have beat anyone during sparing.”, Hiraku wondered aloud, “Well you still did beat Raidon every chance you got. But you could have knocked him out with every punch. I bet you could have knocked anyone out.”

“ Injuries bad training. Hurt Dog and Dumb.”

“I heard that you knocked out Gai before joining the academy. But who is Dog?”, their Sensei hummed calming, and Kuma used her long hair to cover her face similarly to Kakashi with his mask.

“You- You knocked out Kakashi Hatake? The copy cat ninja?”, he spluttered next with huge eyes.

“ P-Positive.”

“Well, I, I have to let that info sink. Alright, I need you to show me how strong you are.”

She shook her head no, “N egative. Please.”

“Sorry, Kid. But I need to know what we work with here. You don´t need to punch someone. Put I need to see how strong you are.”, he tried again, noticing how the girl covered away and started to anxiously clutch her sides.

That did not unnoticed by either of her teammates, and Raidon who knew of her scars started to feel ill. Just how bad had she been treated?

She was trembling before their eyes, and their Sensei realized if he forced her, there might be more damage than use for her and the team.

“But I guess that can wait a bit longer. You seem aware of how much strength you can use to not cause too much damage to an opponent, so you will at least not hurt Raidon or Hiraku by accident. Alright, we will have our lunch break a bit earlier. We will meet here again in three hours. Get something to eat. We will concentrate on weapons training this afternoon.”

“Fine. You comin´ Pity?”, Raidon shrugged, his hands crossed behind his head and looking into the sky.

“There is a new Dango place near the great market. And I heard merchants arrived yesterday from the border between Water and Fire.”, Hiraku suggested.

“ Go clothes maker. Guard ready.” , Kuma informed the other two, “ Meet Shop one hour?”

Both boys nodded, and so they made their way to the market with Kuma splitting off at one point to get the arm guard Genma had commissioned for her.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

One month they did D-Missions where Team 4 was running through the whole village multiple times a day delivering mail and orders, watching children, and searching for lost animals ( mostly the same Cat that kept running from her owner the Damio´s wife). Kuma´s strong sense of smell (that was still not as good as the one from the Inuzuka clan) helped with finding the said cat. Twice they found it while being on another mission and simply took it with them back to the mission room. Once there had not even been a mission yet and they were able to buff their pay by arguing the Damio´s wife was able to keep the handling fee she otherwise would have to pay the mission desk.

“You know, every single one of the Jonin who took a team told me to be prepared to deal with whiny kids that don´t want to do D Missions. But you three not once complained. Because of that, and because you three made major progress with your training, I took the liberty and accepted a C- Rank Mission starting tomorrow. Pack enough things for a week. We will meet tomorrow morning at seven at the main gate. Our Mission is to bring paperwork to a village south that is famous for its Hot Springs. We will be staying there for at least two days and return with the answered paperwork.”, Daisoku- sensei explained during their lunch break, watching the reactions of his peers.

Hiraku hummed and politely nodded, though his eyes shined in excitement, a behavior he had anticipated by the Clan-child.

Raidon threw his hands in the air, shouted a “YES. Finally!”, and let himself fall back onto the grass.

"Thank you, Daisoku-sensei."  Kuma smiled, using her rudimentary ability of her still-developing communication genjutsu to answer. Daisoku-sensei had asked one of the Kunoichi that had specialized in Genjutsu for advice and help in developing that skill, and since then she was training it every second she could. Unfortunately, she had not yet the control as to use it while doing other things. It took too much concentration to do other things while communicating, so it was a stationary thing, for now.

“You have the rest of the day off to gather everything you need. Any questions? No? Good. See you tomorrow fresh and rested.”

Waving their goodbyes the Genin made their way to their respective homes.

“You are home early.”, Genma greeted Kuma when he spotted her through the open door in her room.

"Sensei gave us the day off. We are leaving on a one-week C-Rank tomorrow morning and told us to pack."  She answered her guardian, though the volume of her voice wavered within the sentence.

“Are you excited? And do you need help with packing?”, he continued with a smile, “Do you know what the mission is about and where it will go to?”

“ Deliver paperwork to a village south. One with hot springs.” ,  Kuma continued,  “I have everything for the usual survival exercise in my bag. Then I wanted to pack two pairs of changes, the duffel bag Ino-chan helped me gather and some rations.”

“Sounds like you have everything planned out. Let me know if you need help.”, he nodded, “I am going to prepare dinner. Let me know if you need help.”

“ Will do.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Good Morning little Bear. What are you doing here this early in the morning? The mission desk just opened.”, Kuma was greeted by Kotetsu, who, as most times, had gate duty with Izumo.

“ C-Rank. Will be gone for a week. We meet here.” , she answered the two friends.

“Well then. Have fun. You have to tell us everything when you are back.”, Izumo added.

“Good morning Kuma-chan. Is Raidon not here yet?”, Hiraku addressed her. Unlike usually wasn´t he dressed in the traditional clothes his clan preferred to wear but in a pair of black combat shorts, a black short-sleeved shirt, and a beige long-sleeved sweat jacket that he kept open. His long hair, which he typically wore in a low ponytail, was pulled together at the base of his neck and braided into one long braid that reached the middle of his back.

“ Morning. Not yet. New clothes?”

“Yes. Within Konoha, when I will be able to wear clean clothes each day, my usual clothes are sufficient. But in the wild, they will not be. Same for my hair. You must know how annoying it is to untangle it each evening after training. Braided it will at least not tangle too much during our travel. Raidon is lucky not to have long hair.”

“Too much work. I can´t understand how you can do it. Well guess it´s girl stuff.”, the last member of their team spoke from behind them.

“I have to inform you that many capable Shinobi have long hair.”

“Don´t think just because the two of you have long hair, I will grow mine as well.”

“ We won´t make you. I prefer mine long.”

“I can tell. Does it already reach your ass?”

“Raidon. Stop being so rude to your Teammates. Are you all ready to leave? We have a long way ahead of us.”, Daisoku- sensei announced his arrival and handed a scroll to the guards.

They all answered with yes and at once they followed their Sensei out of the gates.

“For now we can travel next to each other. But after we crossed the stream we will get into formation. Kuma, you will lead. Raidon in the middle, and Hiraku at the back. I want you to activate your Bijakugan every few minutes for a few seconds to scan the surrounding. I will take the rear.”, he explained, “We can follow the streets for the whole way but will switch to the trees in regular intervals so you can get used to it.”

“ Yes, Sensei.” /  ”Yes Sensei.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.

Their first camp was built around twenty meters off the street within a giant and empty tree, and while Kuma started a fire, the boys gathered woods and secured the surrounding area. Everything under the watchful eye of their Sensei. At night they had split the watch between each other, and shortly after the sun had risen they were back on their way.

The sooner they were at the village, the sooner they could sleep in real beds after all.

All in all, was the trip boring. Nothing happened and the only thing challenging were the small training exercises their Sensei had them do and for Kuma the training of her communication Jutsu.

“We are here. We will deliver the paperwork and then everyone can get a nice shower and we will meet back for dinner.”, Daisoku-sensei explained when they entered through a small gate.

The village was, even though it seemed rather small, bristling with life, and the air was slightly salty from the surrounding hot springs.

Stalls that sold everything from fruits to soaps and towels lined the main street.

“The Master of the Bathhouse is awaiting you, Shinobi. Please follow me.”, a Lady dressed in traditional yukata bowed, leading the four through three different hallways.

“We have the usual paperwork. Please fill it out and add any required papers to it. We will take it back to Konoha when it is done.”

“As always Master Shinobi. I will have it done in two days. As usual, there is a room prepared. Enjoy the accommodations we offer.”, the Head of the Bathhouse hummed and motioned for the same woman to lead the way towards their stay.

“This is your room. It has only two keys.”, the woman explained, handing their Sensei the keys, “Food will be brought to you within the next hour. The springs are of course open for you to use if anyone of you wishes to do so.”

After another bow Team 4 and their Sensei were left alone.

The room was rather spacious with two big beds on one side, a table in the middle, and a bathroom (-door) on the other side. A window overlooked the street below.

“Dips on the bed!”, Raidon shouted the second they were alone and jumped towards it, only to be caught mid-air by their sensei.

“The beds will be shared. And you will stay off the bed until you washed.”, he scolded and the boy whined.

“Stop whining.”, he stated, “Now figure out who will use the bathroom first, second, and third. I want to get clean preferably before the food is here.”

“Rock, Paper, Scissors as usual?”, the blond suggested and the other two accepted. It was their way to determine any order whatsoever.

“ I win!” , Kuma grinned and immediately left for the bathroom to clean up, and the boys to determine who would be next.

Ten minutes later she was finished and returned to the main room with her hair wrapped into an offered towel.

“That was fast.”, she heard her Sensei mumble, “Hiraku, you are up next.”

“Hurry up!”, Raidon called out after him, sulking on the floor next to one of the beds.

“Nope!”, the other one answered through the closed door.

It was strange to see the boy acting so freely. During the academy and the first weeks of Team 4 he was rather formal and silent. With time he had opened up to them and started acting more freely, more like other children of their age (when they were alone), but now he was openly teasing the others and did not keep back from talking back to their blond Teammate.

Kuma knew how it was to grow up within the bounds of a clan, and even though she was regarded a monster and useless by hers, she had still been aware of rules and etiquette, and she felt happy for him to be able to be more like she assumed he was during the mission out of the village.

“I don´t think I like the way he starts to behave as of now.”, Raidon grumbled.

“Yes, you do. Now stop sulking.”, their Sensei piped up from his seat on the windowsill. One thing Kuma and the others had learned was that he does not like to sit on chairs or floors (if not necessary) and prefers unusual places, like windowsills, ON tables, or even closets.

Waiting for the others to be finished with washing up, Kuma took out her second most prized possession, her brush, and started redoing her hair. She had taken out all her braids (except the one Genma had redone before the mission) and was now braiding them anew.

She chose a simple dutch braid and was finished just before Raidon entered the bath.

“Kuma-chan, can you help me with my hair? You are a lot better with braids than I am. I never got the hang of it during the classes.”, Hiraku shyly asked his female teammate a few minutes later, who looked at him shocked.

“ You want me to braid your hair? I-”

“I understand if you don´t want to. My clan was angry that we had to learn that during the classes. It´s not really manly.”, he answered, he had understood her behavior wrong.

“ That- You understood me wrong. For the Clan I hail from hair is very important. Only close family members or partners touch each other's hair. Braids have meaning. Asking me to braid yours- I feel honored you ask me.” , she explained with a hot sting in her heart. Genma was the only one who had ever asked her to do so.

( He was wearing a family braid of his own, though it was barely seen because of the way he wore his headband)

“Oh. You never spoke about your clan before.”, he mused, “Why were you put under guardianship if you are from a clan? Are you the last one?”

“ No. I-” , she mumbled, unsure of what to say when she was interrupted by her other teammate.

“What did I miss?”

“Kuma started to talk about her clan. Did you know she hailed from one?”

“Yes. I know she was from a clan, but nothing more.”, the blond answered, his blood starting to boil when he remembered the scars. It was confusing him, why he always felt such wrath towards them when he never really liked her in the first place. This new burst of hate he argued was because she was on his team now and because he knew how it was to be abused.

“You mentioned before that the braid means Family for you. Is there more you got from your clan?”, the other clan kid asked innocent and she felt bad that she had to burst his bubble.

“Leave her alone Eyes.”, Raidon piped up, but it was to no avail.

“Aren´t you interested? I never met someone from a clan that is not part of Konoha before. This might be important information for future missions. We might-”

“If we ever have to go where her clan is, I won´t give them the favor and sneak upon them. They will fucking see what is coming for them.”, the boy shouted surprising everyone in that room.

The Jonin knew about his female pupils' past. But he was not aware that the boy knew as well, and was surprised at his outburst. Sure, he knew that the boy was not as indifferent towards the other two as he tried to make everyone believe, but to openly exclaim he would revenge her past, was something he did not believe he would hear. Not this early within their team dynamic.

Just how long had he known?

“Raidon, what are you talking about. Why are you threatening her clan? You can´t be okay with this, Kuma.”

“ My clan hates me. I am a Monster. A waste of space. My brother´s father never allowed me to forget that I do not deserve to be alive, that I should be dead. It did not matter what I did, I was punished. My hair was cut. I was not allowed to have braids. They- they-”

“They took their anger out on you. That is where all those scars come from, right?”, Raidon continued for her and his heart cracked when he saw the tears that streamed down her face.

“ Ye- yes.”

“Wha- what scars?”, Hiraku asked shocked, he had not been ready for what he had just learned.

Looking away in shame, Kuma lifted her shirt and revealed her stomach to her Sensei and Teammate.

“ They – they go down to the middle of m- my thighs and up t-to my shoulders.”

“There will be no place to hide from my Bijakugan.”, Hiraku growled, “I am sorry Kuma-chan. I should not have demanded to learn more. Please forgive me.”

Not able to speak, she nodded and send him a smile.

“I did not hear anything the two of you just said. Otherwise, I would have to inform the Jonin-commander about my students planning to murder a clan. Do you know how much paperwork that is?”, their Sensei exclaimed, hoping to lift the mood with his last question. And if it was just from depressed, to slightly less depressed.

“ Sorry, Sensei.”

“No, I am sorry. This mission was meant as a little reward for you three. I wanted you to enjoy the Springs at least a bit and not to have you relive memories you probably wanted to forget.”, he hummed, “Now, can I trust that you three won´t do anything stupid and that I can wash up in peace before the food is here?”

“Yes, Sensei.”  Yes, Sensei.

“Would you still help me with my hair? I was barely able to brush it before the shower. You don´t have to though.”, Hiraku breathed after a minute of silence.

“ The only one who ever asked me was Genma. He braided my hair before he adopted me. I- I would like to help you. We are a Team.”

The rest of the evening went by in a relaxing silence and three hours later the children laid in the beds and fell asleep under the watchful eyes of their Sensei, who knew the three of them had a lot to digest.

Part 7

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