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yhwhsdaughter · 3 years

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pairing: trevor belmont x fem reader

content: forced vampirism, monster slaying, main character death, pining, angst, mention of animal death, usage of the word ‘assault’ to refer vampires feeding on reader

- this was meant as platonic soulmates but it can be seen as romantic too

“It hurts…”

Feet dragging across the rocky ground, you heard screeches of pain from behind, though they soon diminished. You could only focus on the pulsing sensation at the side of your neck; it was like fire rushing through your veins.

Preoccupied with your agony, Belmont was able to sneak up. He raised his whip, ready to kill off the last of the creatures when you suddenly turned, and with glossy eyes you said, “Help me…”

The whip managed to leave a thin horizontal line across your cheek as he pulled back, causing blood to drip out slowly. Now illuminated by the moon, Belmont saw the damage on you. Skin exposed by the ripped clothes showed multiple bite marks. Blood stained the corner of your lips.

She’s been infected..

Belmont didn’t see a monster but a scared woman who’d just been assaulted by vampires. He knew what she’d turn into, but he couldn’t kill her… not when she looked at him like this. Sunrise was approaching so he had to act fast.

Draping his cloak onto your form, Belmont proceeded to carry you into the nearest building, which so happened to be where the carnage had occurred. Upon recognizing the place, you began to panic, shaking and looking at him with distrust. “You’re safe. I killed every last of those bloodsuckers.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, in that shitty stinking room. Eventually tiredness overcame your senses; Belmont felt weight settle on his shoulder. He wonder how a vampire could look so innocent whilst sleeping.

“Hungry…”

You felt parched; it felt like your throat had dried up, barely able to utter a word.

“I know.”

A rabbit was placed in front of you. Blinking at it, you directed a confused glance at the man. “I’m—this is.. for me?” He nodded. Taking the animal with traces of disgust, you raised it to your mouth. Blood gushed into your mouth; feeding made a horrible slurping that would certainly haunt you but there was relief amongst those troubling feelings.

You gulped every last drop, draining the poor creature of its life. Still, your hunger and thirst weren’t satiated. Biting your lip, you pondered on the next move. Because this man had saved you, daring to kill him or even feed off him seemed… rude. Not to mention, he seemed way stronger than you in terms of experience. Prior to this, you were a regular citizen. Maybe you could run away?

“Here.”

Trevor could see your turmoil. Most vampires needed to drain at least one human every time they fed—if they were being generous. They could survive weeks without blood but it made them weaker. Besides, it was older vampires who had this kind of self control. Newborns tended to be more unstable.

“Just take it before I change my mind.”

You did as told, though you were still unsure. Hesitating, you licked your lips before nearing towards the vein on his wrist.

Trevor let out a grunt when your fangs pierced him. Although you tried to be gentle, it was an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. As he became lightheaded and you full, the mouth that was attached to his wrist removed itself with a ‘pop’.

After making sure he was alright, you asked for his name. “Trevor. Trevor Belmont.”

“Oh..”

“……”

“Oh! I’m (Name) (Surname).”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

“It’s dangerous.”

“I still-still want to go!”

The last remnants of sun were gone. Ever since your first encounter with the rugged monster hunter, you refused to part from him, following the latter like a lost puppy.

“I’m not much of a fighter.. b-but watch this!”

On cue, you punched the nearest tree, cracking it and making a sizable hole. You looked back proudly towards Trevor; except when you tried to pull your hand out, you were having difficulty.

“Ah. It’s stuck.”

Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle, walking away, clearly amused with your display of power. You pulled harder, “Hold on! Don’t leave me alone! It’s scary..” you muttered the last part while chasing after him. Despite being a creature of the night, the world and its evils still frightened you.

At the sound of a branch snapping, you yelped, grabbing a piece of Trevor’s cloak for security.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Belmont when you punched a head clean off, practically decapitating one of the attackers. He might have been seriously injured if you had not intervened.

“Trevor.”

Gazing at you under the moonlight, he saw the hunger in your eyes as you held a man whom was still alive but struggling. His neck was exposed. Even so, you waited.

The Belmont turned away, giving you privacy to feed.

He knew that by allowing you to live, you would continue to take blood from others. Normally he wouldn’t feel soft towards a monster but whenever he thought of you, it was different.

His guilt was lessened when you drank from scum. Before putting the lives of innocents in danger, he would offer his own.

“Are you done?”

The corpse of the man was dropped unceremoniously as you joined Trevor, a light skip to your step.

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Despite adopting a nighttime lifestyle, Trevor was still human and had to conduct business during daylight hours.

He’d left your lodgings, which was an abandoned cottage, for a while. Nobody really passed through there anyway, so he thought you were safe. Worst came to worse, you could handle yourself. But as your self proclaimed protector, Trevor felt uneasy leaving you alone.

Maybe he should’ve listened to his gut because when he arrived, the door was wide open with dirty footprints leading in all the way to your coffin.

Two men had opened it—staring at the peaceful expression on your face, unaware that they were here to end you. To them it was obvious what you were. Even with that frilly white dress that made you look somewhat angelic, they couldn’t be fooled. As they raised their weapons to strike, Trevor used his whip. His sudden entrance startled them but it gave you the chance to wake up.

Eyes snapping open, you jumped onto the other man, taking both of you to the ground. His screams echoed shortly as you tore into his throat. The remaining one had no chance; Trevor left the room, closing the door on his way out, killing the light that entered and cutting off the way to escape.

Left alone with your prey, a smile crept up your face.

When you opened the door again, the dress which decorated your body was now stained red. There was hardly a clean piece on the material. Even so, you greeted Trevor with a hug.

“Trevor..”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“M-me too..”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Forty years passed in the blink of an eye.

“You should retire.”

“Belmonts don’t retire. The only rest they get is when they’re dead.”

“Well I don’t want you to die.”

“I have to, someday.”

“No you don’t.”

It’s been like this for the past few years; Trevor was sixty now. His body didn’t look that of an aging man, but the expression on his face did. He’d seen too much and as time passed, it was harder to fight monsters by himself.

Of course you’d noticed that and suggested turning him. It was an ongoing discussion; Trevor didn’t fancy the idea of living an eternal life but the thought of leaving this earth without you was disheartening. He didn’t say it but the situation tore him apart.

There was also the fact that he was too old for you; forty years to be exact. You’d maintained your youth, looking lovely as ever. His doubts were shot down when you immediately said that you didn’t care about that.

“I just want you.”

He always kept pushing the conversation away and you were patient. Trevor supposed that you could’ve taken him by force if you wanted and when he inquired, you told him it would be like violating him, robbing him of the choice you were never given.

As understanding as you were; the time would come for him to decide and confront you about it.

That time was now.

He should have been more careful, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Trevor watched as the sun slowly descended. Would you make it here before he passed? Would he die without seeing you one last time?

When you woke night had already fallen. Trevor wasn’t home; he’d been late plenty of times before but this occasion felt different.

Upon stepping outside, the smell of blood hit you. It reeked, staining the very air. You immediately recognized the source—how could you not? You’d fed from Trevor countless times.

Rushing in that direction, you prayed to whatever entity was listening to keep Trevor safe. The world and its gods could condemn you, but not him.

Not him.

You found him sprawled on a big rock, a creature hovering over his crumpled figure. Without thinking, you tore it to pieces. Blood rained as his mangled body flew to various parts of the forest.

“Trevor!!!”

He let out a groan, which would’ve made you sigh in relief but his visible injuries proved otherwise. You were no doctor and even if you could carry him into town, it would be too late. There was no other option. If you didn’t do anything, you might lose him.

“Trevor. Let me do it.”

Still conscious enough to reply, “I don’t want to become—”

“A monster?”

“I cannot become what I sought to destroy..”

Tears escaped your eyes, blurring the image of the person whom you treasure most. “Please.. please please please..! Don’t leave me alone!”

You begged, knowing it was unfair to pressure him in such way but you couldn’t bare the thought of existing if he wasn’t present. He was your salvation, your companion…your world. And yet, he was being robbed from you.

So soon… It’s too soon!

You always imagined Trevor living well into old age, spending the remainder of his life with you, being happy. He was destined to die peacefully, not like this. Not in this shitty place, by the hands of a shitty monster!

“I can’t. I’m sorry..”

Grabbing his hands, you lowered your forehead on them, crying your heart out. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

“Kiss me.”

Despite the pain that he was in, Trevor found it in himself to smile. For you. “Kiss me one last time.” Tears dropped slowly as you heard him. Shaking your head; you couldn’t kill him.

“I want it to be you..”

His words struck a chord.

Lifting him by the neck in a gentle manner, you pushed the collar of his shirt aside, exposing his carotid. As you bit into his familiar skin once more, your other hand caressed him, trying to make this goodbye as painless as possible.

With every sip you took, tears fell down.

I love you! I love you! I love you!

His warm hand turned cold.

You held him in your arms like he once did to you, with the outmost care, with the love he deserved.

Since Trevor didn’t say where he wanted his body to be buried, you chose the nicest spot. It was a secluded place where it wouldn’t be dug up by animals or people—but not so hidden either.

Whilst cleaning the blood that covered his body and face, you found a piece of cloth with writing on it. Staring at it, you recognized the Belmont insignia. Turning the material, you managed to read the words��

Take this. Go to Alucard.

Trevor must’ve written that in his final moments; probably in case he didn’t make it before you arrived. The letters were sloppy because of the blood but you could read it well.

Clutching it to your chest, you sobbed until the light of day began to burn. For a moment you wished to stay there and disappear. Perhaps you could join Trevor.

Together even in death..

─── ☾☼☽ ───

The journey was rather long.

Looming in all its glory, Castle Dracula. You looked at the last piece of your beloved, holding it tighter in your hand.

“Okay. Let’s meet this Alucard.”

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may-day-voice · 3 years

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Prom Night Lights | The Reunion

2nd Edition w/ Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou & Tenya Iida

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DENKI KAMINARI | Ivre

It was strange for Denki Kaminari to be so frank with everyone after his many successes in his career. Especially after he had drunk one too many cups of punch. Upon arriving at his old haunting grounds, he parked his car just inside the gates before bumping into Ashido, the both of them arriving at the same time where Kirishima and Sero were hanging around. A few bits of conversation was tossed around here and there until Bakugou came and went, following after another alumni in the process.

Kaminari was thrilled to see his old classmates, buddying up to Jirou upon meeting her, as well as a few other members of his class. Everything was going smoothly, until he helped himself with some of Sato's punch along with Kirishima.

He became a bit of a mess.

"Sero, hey!" He called from across the table. "About that text message you sent-"

"Uh dude, now's not a good time," interrupted Sero with a nervous pull of his lips, his eyes darting around the auditorium.

"Huh? Okay," slovenly agreed Kaminari. "I'll talk to you later, actually, have you seen Aoyama anywhere?"

"Uh, yeah, I just spoke to him a while ago. He's probably at the-"

"Oh there he is!" Exclaimed Kaminari with a wave towards the drinks bar. "Aoyama, hey!" He immediately stood to his feet, a little flushed before he walked up to the fabulous-looking blond, spotting his attire still clean and immaculately refined.

"Ah, Kaminari," greeted Aoyama with a smile. "You look worse for wear."

"Nah, I'm good," reassured Kaminari. "I just wanted to say thank you for your help. I know it was short notice but your tips and tricks really helped."

"You mean that very quick phone call about French?"

Kaminari nodded slowly while he took another sip of his punch, happily enjoying the night. "I mean, I had them going for a little while, but they beat me fair and square. It's great though, thank you so much!"

Aoyama eyed the drunken blond, amused and concerned, before he began to wonder about his predicament. "So, um, where is this villain?"

"Aww, stop calling them that," reminded Kaminari before he pulled out a small device from his pocket. He pushed the device into Aoyama's face, the screen honing on a location very close to Gym Gamma, beeping repetitively.

"They're safe and sound in my car, see?" slurred Kaminari before he placed the honing device back into the pocket of his pants. Clumsily.

Aoyama eyed the blond in mild disbelief. "They're here?"

"Of course, my job needs me to be near them at all times," answered Kaminari, while he finally pocketed the device. "I can't leave them alone at mine."

"Well, yes, but they shouldn't stay alone in the car all night," voiced Aoyama.

"Relax, they're cuffed so they can't escape," reassured Kaminari.

A gasp escaped Aoyama's lips upon hearing this predicament, his tone swaying and swooning disappointingly. "But what about the little Cherie?" He questioned. "Sitting in the car while we're having the night of our lives. I can only imagine what they may be thinking, being locked up all alone unable to do anything."

Kaminari's drunken smile slowly faded after processing Aoyama's words. How long has he been at this reunion now? It may have been a couple of hours, maybe even more. He couldn't tell with all the fun and laughs he joined in speaking and conversing with his old classmates.

"Maybe it is best to invite them here, hm?" suggested Aoyama. "They don't sound as bad as you make them out to be. And besides, as Heroes, we have to set an example."

Kaminari's shoulders slumped at Aoyama's suggestion, his eyes staring down at the floor of the auditorium with an embarrassed look crossing his face. He hadn't been the greatest host, more so, the greatest friend despite the professional stance on his responsibilities.

"I should bring them in, huh?" He asked, a little disheartened at his lack of empathy.

All Aoyama did was beam a smile.

——

You occupied yourself in the car with a basic beat knocking the door and shaking the cuffs. Night had already fallen outside and the sound of crickets hit your ears, but time felt still that you had no idea how much had passed. An hour or two? There wasn't much to keep you entertained while Kaminari enjoyed his reunion. You could hear the bass of the music play from the car, spotting the lights of the auditorium glow through the canopies of the trees that lined the walkways. You smiled at the rhythm, recognizing Earphone Jack's music.

You sighed, while you slumped in the passenger seat, reclining the seat a little to find some comfort despite the cuffs and the ankle brace. You regretted not bringing a book to keep you stimulated. If anything, you didn't sign up to hours of boredom.

KNOCK KNOCK

You blinked out of your bored stupor, spotting the blond outside of the car, waving cheerfully yet holding an embarrassed look on his face. It took you back until he walked over to the driver's seat, sitting beside you in the car. It was no surprise to smell the alcohol on him, hitting your senses like a tidal wave.

"So..." started Kaminari. "You doing okay?"

He was definitely drunk.

"I'm fine, I've been worse," you replied with a small smile. "Just the usual checkup tonight?"

"Well, um..." Kaminari's eyes looked away from yours, almost ashamed. "I'm sorry."

"Huh? About what?"

"Leaving you here while I'm inside having the time of my life."

You tried to look into Kaminari's eyes, but he made it difficult. Was this really how he felt? Or was that the alcohol that reeked from him? Learning about the Pro-Hero over the course of his supervision was unpredictable, but watching him now genuinely saddened made you wonder if all of his inhibitions had crumbled.

"You're just doing your job," you reassured, lifting your cuffs to prove a point. "Besides, taking me in a large outing filled with Pro-Heroes and the like would have been a bad idea."

Still, Kaminari wallowed.

"Roi de la Fee? Prince Charmant? Cherie?"

"Stop."

The look on Kaminari's face did not change while he stared off blankly into the car's dashboard. He sat there silent, succumbing to his emotions about the situation currently playing out.

"This is my job, but you're not the job," he explained, his voice laced with a dash of croakiness. "You're a decent human being, and I've left you here like a dog."

"Well, I did say that I was happy to just be under house arrest tonight," you reassured with a wry smile. "That way you could go out and enjoy yourself."

"No, that's not it. I brought you along saying that I needed to keep an eye on you, but really... um..."

Kaminari's eyes continued to cast down on the dashboard, refusing to look you in the eye while he mumbled around with his words and thoughts. You figured he was well drunk, the smell of him didn't deny him of that, but while his eyes rose to meet yours, there was a glint of guilt.

"I guess, I really wanted a plus one here, but at the last minute, I decided to leave you."

There it was. Uncertainty. Similar to how you saw him back at your capture and how he reacted to the situation. However, the both of you conversed many days and nights now, recalling that impromptu outing to a trivial recreation that was mini putt-putt, and have since learnt more about one another. You figured at the very least, his cold feet were brought upon after seeing a friend of his by the academy's gates - a pink-haired, pink-skinned beauty who waved him over.

You sighed and hummed in reply, uncertain yourself as to how to respond to this confession of sorts. Reassurance may look like pity, laughter would definitely make light of his feelings about it, but in the back of your mind, you felt oddly sympathetic to his emotions. You almost felt excited that you were within the walls of the illustrious school.

"I can take you back to mine," Kaminari offered while he scrounged for his keys. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable-"

"Oh no," you interrupted, grabbing hold of his hands. "You are way too inebriated to be driving."

Kaminari only stared at you, dumbfounded, realizing the folly of his suggestion. "Right, um... well I can't give you the wheel and-"

"Kaminari, why did you come back to the car?"

A silence fell between the both of you while you still kept your eyes on Kaminari, the blond taking a deep breath and attempting to think clearly.

"I... I... I spoke to a friend, and he suggested inviting you in to join us tonight."

"Oh? So the Heroes know you have a villain captive by the gates?" You teased in a small jest.

"Not only that but they want to meet you. Not in a scary way, you know, in a good way. Like they want to get to know you, not like interrogating you just, really meet you, and-"

"I guess you've been saying good things about me," you interrupted softly. "Well, as long as you're my chaperone for the night?"

Kaminari turned his eyes onto your smiling ones, beaming with a grin, his face still running warm from the alcohol. "Of course! I mean, if you want to."

A soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips while your hands still held onto Kaminari's throughout this conversation. "I would be honored," you replied with a slight bow of your head.

Immediately in his drunken stupor, Kaminari leapt from his seat and out of his car, running over to your door. Sadly, in a momentary lapse of drunkenness, he had forgotten about your wrists still bound by the door with cuffs, causing Kaminari to immediately in his hurry unlatch you from them.

"Sorry," he apologized while he helped you out of his car.

"It's all right Kaminari. I'm okay," you reassured, finding your feet and soon holding Kaminari up as a support for his clumsy ones. He paid no mind though, allowing you to keep his arm propped against you, ensuring his stability on his weak drunken legs.

"Shall we?" He asked.

"Lead the way."

Kaminari shifted while you held onto his arms, propping his weight onto you. Still, he held you, leading this drunken sway from his car down the laneways towards the bright lights of the auditorium. He leaned his head on yours, smelling the alcohol and feeling the flush of his skin on yours. Kaminari had never been this close before, knowing in the back of your mind that his inhibitions were driving him now more than his common sense. You allowed his actions to dictate the trek to the auditorium, until his breath tickled your ear, his words breathless.

"I love you..."

Your smile disappeared for a moment, still on the walk while he continued on.

"... and that's the beginning and end of everything."

You sighed with a heavy heart, smirking at his quotability still drunk, and knowing you've been reading The Great Gatsby thrice now. Yet his choice of words only hurt.

"May I ask, was this friend of yours your French tutor you mentioned earlier?" You asked curiously, trying to keep your thoughts at bay.

All you received was a nervous chuckle from Kaminari, his grin only captivating you despite the hindsight. "That obvious?" He asked while he clumsily tripped on his feet every once in a while.

"Just an educated guess, Cherie."

HANTA SERO | Outfoxed

Hanta Sero smiled up at the large white gates of his academy, memories flooding back in torrents and waves on all of the adventures, and a few mishaps, he got himself involved in with his ragtag of friends. After making his way to his old haunting grounds, Sero greeted Kirishima outside Gym Gamma, smart and casual for the evening to begin.

"Oh yeah, your date!" exclaimed Kirishima in mid-conversation. "How did it go?"

"Uh... it went pretty all right actually," answered Sero, grinning wryly while he recalled a few points made during his rendezvous in the city's museum.

"As long as you feel good about it, there shouldn't be any problems," piped Kirishima's partner. "Seeing them again soon?"

"Um..."

"Hey guys!"

Sero inwardly sighed in relief hearing Ashido's cry from afar, interrupting the conversation, and soon finding Kaminari along with her setting his mind at ease. Kaminari was the only one amongst the group who had full knowledge of his working relationship with you. Having heard of his work with the Commission, and his constant supervision over one of their more villainous assets, Sero thought he could find some advice from the Stun Gun Hero and close friend.

That was until the night was underway.

With Kaminari and Kirishima drunk from punch, Sero had to unfortunately be the sober one at the reunion, seeing how Bakugou couldn't care less about the current situation. A loose eye around the dance floor ensured Kirishima was taken care of, and soon enough, Kaminari became chatty with old schoolmates, leaving Sero a moment of reprieve for himself. He sighed in exasperation, finally relaxing into his chair until he spotted something on his dirty plate.

It looked awfully familiar.

Salutations Bucky.

Sero choked on his breath sitting up on his seat, immediately turning his eyes to scan the enormous auditorium, filled to the brim of every student across their year. How on earth did you get inside, he thought, his eyes darting around the room hoping to spot something familiar - your fur-trimmed clothes, your outfit, even your eyes.

He didn't even notice Kaminari approach him from across the table, his arms leaning onto it in a drunken stupor.

"Sero, hey! About that text message you sent-"

"Uh dude, now's not a good time," interrupted Sero anxiously.

"Huh? Okay, I'll talk to you later, actually, have you seen Aoyama anywhere?"

Sero's mind was elsewhere, his eyes were focused more so through the crowd rather than Kaminari's presence whatsoever. "Uh, yeah, I just spoke to him a while ago. He's probably at the-"

"Oh there he is!"

Sero didn't pay any mind to Kaminari's movements or whereabouts. He only managed to notice something move in the distance, something out of sorts until a flash of eyes met his, disappearing into the crowd. Idle chatter and the cacophony of voices drowned his senses. He could only spot a glimpse of this person, who weaved through the crowd until he emerged finding nobody in the middle of nowhere.

Perhaps he was imagining it. Surely if he walked back to his table that card wouldn't be there. All a trick of the mind, and probably one too many patrols in the city. He scratched the back of his head, playing with the bristles that tickled his palm without realizing he was still being watched.

You stood by the makeshift bar, eyeing the Pro Hero in the middle of the crowd with a smile. Sneaking into the event was a little troublesome, but nothing like taking out a waiter and disguising as them solved that problem. It was strange to walk around... normal. No black eye makeup, no mask, no outfit. Just you, in a waiter's outfit, but truly you.

Looking around the auditorium was a sight to behold. Everyone was here, and you couldn't help the coy feeling that bubbled inside knowing you stood amongst the most prominent Heroes to grace Musatafu this day and age. To your estimate, you had eavesdropped on a fair few conversations, finding some boring, and others mildly amusing. To your dismay, there had been nothing relative to what you were searching for. Nothing close to the Paranormal Liberation Front. Perhaps a reunion wasn't the right locale to discuss work matters, at least in the company you kept.

You started to reset your tray of horderves by the bar, attempting to keep your cover when a strikingly handsome man stood beside you, helping himself to some already on your tray.

"Couldn't wait?" You asked.

"Ah, but it is just too delectable to wait upon Cher," he spoke, his flamboyant nature almost lighting up the room. That accent was just-

"Are you French?" You asked, earning a dazzling smile from the man.

"Oui, well, I do speak French. Aoyama," he introduced with a bow.

You stared at the man inquisitively, wondering about his mannerisms, his speech, and how he projected himself until-

"Nice to meet you," you started while you set yourself with the tray to serve. "I have a question that you might help me with."

"Whatever for?" Asked Aoyama with a flamboyant flair.

"You reckon there are better alternatives to Mio Caro? I don't mind it but I think it's cute."

You soon walked into the crowd, leaving Aoyama off-guard at least. You merged back into the crowd with a smile on your face, semi-proud of your elusiveness while you kept an eye on where Sero had disappeared amongst the large body of alumni around the auditorium. It didn't stop you from stealing an horderve or two for yourself until you felt a tug on your shirt.

"Hey, been working hard?"

The voice was not familiar, and yet it wasn't also at your level, looking down to find a short man beside you. He grinned widely while his eyes looked you up and, well, up.

"You know I could take you behind the scenes of this academy. Show you around," he spoke with an attempt at temptation.

You stifled a chortle that almost burst through your nostrils, only to cover it clearing your throat. You looked around the room, hoping that ignoring him and his comment may be the solution.

"I know all of the more romantic spots here."

Or at least you thought.

"No thank you sir," you spoke as formally as you could.

"Really? You're the most gorgeous person I've seen aside from my fellow classmates here," he continued.

"Why thank you. But I must be going."

You continued your way through the crowds, handing more horderves around only to feel that presence next to you. That short man just didn't quit.

"How about we step outside for some fresh air?" He suggested. "Get out of the noise."

"I quite like it here sir," you rebutted, noticing the tray growing empty until the last horderve was procured through the crowd. "The noise helps me think."

"Well then, if you like to be noisy we could-"

Slam

You quickly threw the empty tray into the man's face. Not so difficult given how short he was before you teleported yourself across the room, your light bursting momentarily through the air. You hoped the commotion with the tray would keep eyes away from you, appearing on the other side, out of sight.

You breathed a sigh of relief. You had never seen persistence to that degree. Still, you couldn't blame the guy for having some good taste, smiling at the thought with a roll of your eyes. You brushed the uniform down from the commotion earlier when the sound of footsteps caught your ear, spotting a shadow that stretched ahead of you from the fairy lights.

Until the tall frame of a dual-haired man in a white suit exited the party, with phone in hand.

He looked distracted, paying attention more to his phone call than to you standing by the doors, until you recognised that it was the one and only Shouto.

"There is nothing more you found?" he asked calmly and yet with a presence that would make your blood run cold, frozen even, despite the irony in that.

"I don't trust them," he continued on the line. "Has the Commission been a little co-operative on their end?"

The word caught your ear, perked them in curiosity and interest, while you leaned against the open doors, intently listening in on this one-sided conversation. A sigh was all you heard, hearing the frustration in the Hero's voice before his eyes looked up at the night sky, watching the stars sparkle brightly above.

"Keep an eye out on anything that's related to Rainmaker at least," he ordered over the phone. "There's something about him I don't like."

A pause cut through the air, waiting for another piece of the conversation to continue only to meet the Hero's exasperated sigh.

"No, it's got nothing to do with my Love, all right?" he spat, almost embarrassed over the comment, until the light tone of a laugh could be discerned over his phone. "Send Aizawa my regards."

With that, Todoroki hung up on his phone, turning back into the auditorium before his eyes merely glanced at you, his scar prominent in the light. You stared at awe at the Hero, watching his aloof and nonchalant gaze follow you while he walked, only for that expression to soften into a smile, nodding at your presence. Your eyes followed him back inside while he affixed his cuffs on his suit. For someone who had a cold front, he was actually a warm person, you thought, leaning back onto the doors again.

"Hate to break it to you, but you seem to be stuck," spoke a voice beside you, catching you off guard, until a smile cracked on your lips.

"All right, you caught me, fair and square," you conceded with your arms in the air, turning to face Sero now by the doors. Sero only stared, seeing you without the getup, without the makeup, without the added exhaustion from troublesome chases the both of you endured. He just saw you, bare for him to see.

"Like what you see?" You piped, almost shyly this time around.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, suspicious of your presence.

"It's all in the news, and I didn't want to miss seeing all of your friends," you replied in jest. "The ones who celebrated your birthday I'd imagine? Besides, it's good to get out and meet new people. And there's nothing worth going after in town anyway."

Sero continued to only stare, lost while he absorbed the most normal facade you wore. His eyes trailed along the outfit, while you chuckled inwardly, feeling the awkwardness in the air.

"I'm sorry," slowly spoke Sero. "It's just... did you steal that outfit?"

"No," you replied in slight offense. "I borrowed it."

Sero eyed you again with a raised brow, assessing your response with suspicion. As he should be. Finding you here amongst his friends was a surprise, but ever since that "date", and every other time he encountered you, there was always a catch.

"... after I knocked the guy out," you ended, earning a slightly panic-strickened Sero to react intensely momentarily. "But they're fine! I made them comfortable... in a kitchen pantry, but they're not hurt!"

Sero sighed exasperatedly at your explanation, giving up in this weak interrogation for your supposed gatecrash into the reunion. Soon the tempo of the music changed, turning into a slow and rhythmic sway. Sero turned to spot the dance floor now calmer, filled with those who began to slow dance in the room. It was a magical sight with the fairy lights, almost like graduation returned to the present again.

"Don't worry, I'll leave. I've brought too much attention anyway," you reassured him. "At least let me have one doggy bag to go."

You turned to the Pro Hero only to find his hand open to you, his torso in a semi-bow while he smiled. It was an odd interaction, one you weren't familiar with.

"May I offer this dance before I do?" He asked genially. "You're here now, so you may as well experience prom."

Your confused stare slowly turned into a smile, taking his hand and being pulled into a sway just outside the doors. He was extremely coordinated, no less from the most agile Pro Hero you've encountered, but he held you gently in his arms while you instinctively without thought, laid your head on his chest. Though the crowd inside enjoyed the atmosphere, you enjoyed Sero's company, underneath the night sky, swaying in his arms. A smile crept on your lips, involuntarily you'd admit. But the sound of Sero's heartbeat felt calming, the deep thrum engulfing your senses.

You felt... normal.

Sero held your body against his wondering how this felt so different from every other time he had encountered you outside of this academy. It felt as if you melted into him, allowing him to take the lead this time. Relinquishing control must have been foreign to you, or so Sero thought, still swaying alone by the doors outside of anyone's prying eyes.

The both of you stopped while you held each other in your arms, embracing this feeling the both of you shared in this moment together. You never would have imagined baring everything you were to this man, staring back into his genuine grin and eyes, silhouetted by the fairy lights behind him. You peeked past him, spying on the crowds that congregated in the auditorium until a familiar face strode gracefully towards Sero from behind.

"Sero, mon ami," called out Aoyama, his hands waving in the air. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

Sero blinked from the sudden disappearance of your figure, left with only fractals of light before he turned around to greet Aoyama.

"Hey Aoyama," he replied nervously in acknowledgement.

"How goes that thief you were talking about?"

Sero's hairs stood on end in panic. Were you spotted with him, dancing moments ago together? If he were lucky, he would imagine Aoyama commenting about him dancing with the catering staff, a good sign if he did.

"Well, they've been... elusive," answered Sero, his eyes darting around the doors hoping to spot you somewhere nearby.

"Elusive indeed. I've been thinking about another kind of code name you could tease them with next time you spot them," motioned Aoyama with a sense of pride.

"Huh?"

"I've been thinking that calling them Mio Caro was too, what's the word, specific? It sounded boring the more I thought about it."

Sero wondered what came about with this conversation, but to his relief, Aoyama showed no inkling of him witnessing you with him moments before he interrupted the moment.

"Oh really?" Slowly asked Sero, suspicious about how this came about. "What other ideas do you-"

"Aoyama!" Cooed a voice from outside. "Come meet them! They're awesome!"

Sero and Aoyama both turned to find Kaminari, still drunk, being led or leading his plus one to the door. It looked to be a mess from the both of them, more so because of Kaminari's inebriation. Both men instinctively approached the couple, Sero taking Kaminari and Aoyama offering his arm to his plus one, the villain turned Commission's witness. The group, despite the sloppiness in Kaminari's slurred speech, made their ways back to the doors, unaware of them being watched by you, your eyes taking in the scene, but mostly on Sero before he disappeared into the auditorium.

You breathed a sigh of relief, lying your body atop the roof of the auditorium, staring up at the stars in the sky twinkling much like the fairy lights inside. Your chest bubbled with laughter, happily taking in that moment with Sero - the warmth of his hands, the sway of his feet, the sight of his smile while he led you step by step.

Gate crashing was worth it. You've experienced prom, even if it was only for that brief moment.

"Thanks Bucky."

HITOSHI SHINSOU | Soulmate

It was a long day at the Commission's office before you hopped out to make your way to your reunion. Given that you had only recently spoken to Bakugou and Kirishima due to their mission on Nabu Island, you smiled at the thought to see them dressed up for the night, rather than their disheveled, bandaged selves from whatever happened in the quiet town.

The thought of the reports were fresh in your mind while you strolled towards the academy. Headshots of the suspect were included as well, seeing his smiling face in frame. Compared to most captives, he wasn't cocky, but it looked genuine despite the photo. Still, interrogations would commence in a few days seeing that due process was required before any more information could be collated together.

You spotted a few familiar faces in the street heading towards the school, most of them faces from other classes that you recognized until a mop of purple hair caught your eye loitering by the tall white gates. Hitoshi Shinsou was dressed to the nines, prim and proper, but not in that dark purple suit.

"Hey," you called from afar, catching his eye before you reached him by the gates. "Were you waiting long?"

"Not really," he answered dryly, stretching his limbs. "I was actually getting comfortable."

"I'm just a little disappointed," you commented with a smirk, catching wind of Shinsou's confused expression. "I was really hoping to see you in that suit again."

"Oh, that suit," he murmured apathetically before he sniggered under his breath, walking up to you lazily before his nose hovered close to yours. "Am I not good enough?"

You couldn't help but burst into a giggle with him being so close. An involuntary reaction you were sure, but it gave him a smile seeing you react the way you did, grabbing hold of your hand while his fingers entwined in yours.

"Well you've proven the suit doesn't make the man," you quipped happily.

You could feel his chuckle close to your ear before he slowly pulled away from you, taking you by the hand back into your academy once more. It felt surreal to walk through the paths again, recalling the times you've seen Shinsou take laps around the dorms during off-hour training. Memories flooded back, watching the new generation of students walking past, whispering under their breaths. It didn't phase you though. You could hear every word they were thinking, smiling at their curious natures.

"Did I miss something?" Asked Shinsou beside you.

"Not much," you snarked through your giggles. "Just heard some good things about you."

"Oh really?"

You beamed a smile at him, gently caressing his hand with your thumb while you tried to keep his eye on you. "Sounds like you're a role model for the underprivileged, but you also have a fan club."

News of such magnitude caused his shoulders to stiffen. You spotted it despite the flattering suit he wore only making you chuckle deeper. The look in his eye was a multitude of emotions, ranging from confused, shocked, and utter disappointment. You continued to comfort his hand in yours, still walking past while spotting a group of students whispering, attempting to steal gazes at the both of you making your way to Gym Gamma.

"It's hard to ignore," you concluded, still looking up at Shinsou who looked away, slightly embarrassed. "Want to know what they're saying-"

"No," he interrupted. "I don't need any self-serving praise. I'm here to spend a night with the one person I trust the most. And work needs to be as far away as possible."

You sighed in agreement. Work was becoming a little too close to home having taken on the case with the assassin and the Tartarus prison break. The trip to Polis Massa Bay yielded very little results despite witness accounts of a trio who fit some description to the members of the prison coup. There were no other sightings during that weekend.

Night was on its approach with the dark blues merging with the last dregs of sunset pinks in the sky. Ahead, you spotted the last of your alumni entering the auditorium, pulling gently on Shinsou's arm to quicken your pace. You weren't extremely late by any means, but seeing that most invitees have already entered made it seem so.

"No need to rush Kitten," spoke Shinsou, still allowing you to pull him by the arm.

"Come on, we can't miss Iida's and Yaoyoruzu's welcoming speech," you advised.

"Is that the highlight of your night?"

"No, but it'll make for great vocabulary building."

Shinsou sighed at your rationale but can only smile at your fervent need to join the others inside. It wasn't often either of you would surround yourself with many friends, whether it was work, or just general bad timing. To him, he still couldn't fathom the idea of calling the others friends, but a slip of the tongue here and there had seeped into his own vocabulary, only caught by your ear. He took a deep breath before the both of you reached the doors to the auditorium, filled to the brim of all the students of their graduating year, now grown older and hopefully wiser.

"Shall we?" You asked while your arm wrapped around his.

Shinsou said nothing, only smiling at you before he took the lead inside the brightly lit auditorium, sprinkled with fairy lights.

——

After taking your seats and enjoying the night's festivities, the both of you soon caught up with your former classmates, holding conversation and learning more on the gossip. You smiled at the sight of Bakugou and his now fiancé, recalling that weekend away bumping into the both of them there and chuckling wryly at the awkwardness at the time. You soon noticed Shinsou approach Bakugou and converse with him from afar, watching the irate blond pull faces at him, most probably after a mild insult. You shook your head at how the two of them would still butt heads with one another until you felt something different in the air.

Out of all the surface thoughts you could hear, you suddenly gained access to the conversation between Shinsou and Bakugou, staring off at nothing while you sat at your table amongst the rest of its residents still chatting away. It was difficult to ignore while you intently listened.

"Eh? What about it, Eyebags?" Spoke Bakugou while he took a sip of punch.

"Congratulations," simply replied Shinsou, opening his hand out to the blond.

Bakugou stared at him with a furrowed brow, however he took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Tch, it was nothing."

"So how do you feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"Was the frustration worth it in the end? You were pretty mad on that lunch date," reminded Shinsou with a smirk.

"It's because people like you and your weakass partner were getting in my way the whole time we were there," complained Bakugou.

You cringed at his comment. Bakugou was Bakugou, even though he had softened his edges over the years. Still, it didn't help his rude undertones every once in a while.

"Hey, firstly, they're not weak, and secondly, you just had the worst case of bad luck," explained Shinsou with a slight harsh edge to his voice.

Bakugou scoffed before downing the last of his punch, eyeing the crowd of guffawing alumni until they laid on his fiancé not too far away, laughing and chiding away with his friends at their table. Shinsou caught that look on his face, that cocky smirk obvious to see.

"You worry too much sometimes," he uttered nonchalantly.

"What was that?" Snapped Bakugou.

"You want to make a grandiose gesture, and I bet that you had to slow down when it all went down, right?"

Bakugou sneered at Shinsou's question, almost turning his lips into a pout which caught Shinsou's eye again.

"So, you did take my advice."

"Shut it Eyebags," snapped Bakugou once more, earning a chuckle from the sleep-deprived man while he enjoyed his cup of punch. "You say one more goddamn word-"

"Your secret is safe with me," interrupted Shinsou. "No one needs to know, and besides, nobody would believe that you and I enjoyed that lunch date together anyway."

The sound of Bakugou's scoff echoed in your mind again, realizing that you had finally discovered at least to some degree what Shinsou was insinuating back at Polis Massa Bay. The mere idea that Bakugou had the patience to go through, let alone listen to, Shinsou's advice was astonishing. Perhaps there was a mutual respect between the two over the years since their first encounter back at UA.

You felt proud, swelling almost inside with content that Shinsou grew to become sociable in his own way. However, your eyes turned towards the duo across the hall, spotting Shinsou's eye now on you, sipping his punch from the cup he held. Your shoulders stiffened at his gaze, turning your eyes away from him in slight embarrassment. No one had noticed your reactions at the table as of yet, however Shinsou's words in your head echoed loudly.

"Enjoyed the show?" He asked in your head, feeling it lower between your shoulders, unsure how to react until a hand calmly rested on your back.

You turned up to find Shinsou now by your side with a smirk on his face, as if he could feel every fibre in your being burn with mortification over your impromptu eavesdropping. The next thing you knew, he took you by the hand, leading you from the table and walking with you around the auditorium, circling the dance floor filled with already jovial fellow alumni.

"We never did dance at our graduation, didn't we?" asked Shinsou, taking your mind from the earlier teasing nature he threw at you so suddenly.

"No, I think we both agreed to stay out of it," you answered, reminiscing the year graduation was underway, filled with already drunken students enjoying the night from years of tutelage.

Shinsou hummed in thought while he clutched onto your arm, your hand in his, until the song slowly turned into a slower tempo, watching the swarm of alumni shift on the floor and the couples taking stage. Still standing outside the ring of the dance floor, Shinsou turned to face you, guiding your hand onto his shoulder while he held onto you, soon swaying on the spot irregardless of whoever was watching.

Hitoshi, we should be on the dance floor, you spoke in your head, staring up into his tired yet smiling eyes.

It doesn't matter. We can dance wherever we want, he replied back in your mind, his lopsided smile turning into a small grin.

The both of you shared this moment together, swaying to and fro outside of everybody else, to the tune of your own beat and in each other's company. You melted into Shinsou, while you listened to the beat of his heart in his chest, slow and calm. Shinsou only wrapped you in his arms, content to have you, and yet pondered further on many things. After conversing with Bakugou over the course of his life decisions, at least unexpectedly, Shinsou thought more on the topic at hand. It felt just right for him to make plans.

And he hoped you weren't eavesdropping this time, while his hands trailed up your back, holding you to him.

TENYA IIDA | Belated

The sound of your breath heaved violently in your lungs while you rushed through the streets, every so often weaving past passersby with ease.

Some of the time.

"Hey watch it!"

"Oops, sorry!" You called back with a twirl, adjusting a piece of your outfit while still in motion. Crossing the street yielded catastrophic results, at least for some of the drivers who blared their horns at your seeming obliviousness.

You grinned happily at your anticipation, the excitement brewing in your gut when you spotted the tall white gates ahead belonging to the most prestigious Hero Academy in all of Musatafu. To step foot through those gates felt like a privilege in itself, otherwise it was just general hype over the years staring off into the distance from your school grounds years ago.

Why must you be such a fanatic? No wonder people saw you differently, you thought, shrugging it away until you approached the tall gates, handing your pass for this reunion that most probably was about to proceed with its orientation speech. You bit your lip nervously. After being allowed onto the premises, a little dread crept in your mind that you were going to miss the reason why you were invited.

Your boss, Tenya Iida, was about to make the honorary welcoming speech.

And you were fashionably late.

Now fully dressed despite being a little rough around the edges from your rush through the city from Idaten's agency, you ran with large strides towards Gym Gamma, thankful that you had quickly asked the security guards by the gates the general direction towards the auditorium. You ignored the confused looks of students who were leaving the premises, heaving heavily again until you spotted the fairy lights that decorated the paths.

You chuckled brightly, rekindling some hope that maybe you made it just in time. Perhaps they stalled for a moment, like how cinemas ran advertisements before the commencement of the movie. Maybe they were still mingling about, something you can easily just slip into without anyone knowing the wiser. There were many ways this would end, but surely, once you reached the open doors of the auditorium, you rounded the corner abruptly.

"And safe!" you yelled, suddenly catching wind of the echo of your voice that blasted in the very silent auditorium.

The awkwardness felt so thick that you could potentially slice it with a knife, finding that all eyes were on you by the doors. You slowly peeked into the large room, your eyes immediately drawn towards the podium set up for the night where the two MCs stood - one a voluptuous dark-haired beauty with hair you wished was your own, and the other, your boss, mouth slightly agape while he eyeballed you through his glasses. You cringed at the scene before you cleared your throat, lightly waving at everybody inside before you slowly walked away from the doors, turning to hide from prying eyes.

You couldn't help a groan escape from your throat, head heavy, wondering if that was the exhaustion catching up to you from your rush to get here, or the embarrassment of possibly interrupting the party. Still, you overheard the MCs continue on with their speech, listening into their anecdotes over the course of their school years. It was pleasant to imagine how they coloured their experiences while you leaned against the wall, smiling, listening intently to Iida's regimental tone.

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Eventually the rising volume of voices and chatter was your queue to enter into the auditorium, less rowdy and out-of-breath than you were earlier. Your eyes darted around in search for Iida, but quickly found your way towards the flurry of tables when a green-haired gentleman called you over - quickly realising it was the Number One Hero, Deku. Your heart skipped inside your ribcage, but you attempted to keep a cool facade, welcomed by the table of Heroes while they led you to your seat right next to Iida's, which was empty.

"Glad you could make it," welcomed the Number One. "We've heard a lot of things about you.."

"Oh, good things I hope?" You questioned nervously.

"Well, I figured your grand entrance was the cherry on top."

That nervousness grew tenfold upon hearing that from the Number One. It only set your mind to wonder what exactly Iida had said about you to others, let alone, and most probably, to all his close friends and classmates.

The churn in your stomach was blatantly difficult to ignore, clutching onto it while you nervously laughed further. "Sorry, I just ran from work to get here. Haven't had a bite to eat since breakfast this morning."

Suddenly, as if by some miracle, a plate appeared in front of you, served with tonight's dinner now lukewarm. The sound of the chair beside you pulled from the table caught your ear until you felt the presence of a large figure sit by your side, his arms crossed in mild frustration.

You knew that judgemental energy anywhere.

"Thanks Tenya," you slowly spoke, eyeing the tall man while he righted his glasses upon the bridge of his nose.

"You're late," he spoke dryly.

"Fashionably."

"Don't start."

"But I was on a roll," you explained with a whine. "I was on the precipice of completing Stage Two!"

"Didn't you call them Phases?"

"Close enough."

"No it isn't. You need to be consistent."

"Is everything all right?" Asked Todoroki, eyeing the both of you next to Midoriya.

"Everything's fine," clarified Iida, clearing his throat in an attempt to redirect the conversation.

"Sorry, I just get excited when I talk about Big Blue," you admitted before you dug into your plate of food.

"Big Blue?" Continued Todoroki, still with an aloof expression despite the question.

"Yeah, she's my baby," you simply replied between gulps of food.

"You named your daughter Big Blue?"

"Uh, Todoroki, I think that's not exactly what they're talking about," clarified Midoriya.

"Big Blue is one of their passion projects back in Idaten's Research and Development," explained Iida with a sigh, eyeing you still gorging on the dinner plate. "It's meant to be used in an emergency, once they've completed the build and preliminary tests."

"It's officially called Belligerent Backup, or BB for short," you emphasized while still trying to be in conversation. "But I like Big Blue better."

Iida pinched the bridge of his nose, exhausted from your high levels of energy and excitement. Aside from the few coffee trips he made to R&D, he hadn't heard much from you coming up to this reunion, cooped up in the workshops at the agency to even take notice of the day and time. He felt lucky that he rescued a plate for you when you surely arrived, seeing as you never made it earlier this evening before doors opened into Gym Gamma.

"You're really passionate about this, huh?" Asked Yaoyoruzu from across the way, recognizing that she was the one that stood next to Iida on stage.

"It's not the act of creating the invention, it's the process and journey along the way that really excites me," you admitted. "Like the one time when I had to test for Tenya's breathing performance, which required having to create a mold of his-"

"Okay that's enough," interrupted Iida, causing a small pout to form on your lips before you finished the rest of your meal.

Despite being close to age, Iida still held rank above you. Of course, being the brother of Tensei Iida, the man behind the formation of the agency, was a good reason why, but that didn't stop Iida's tendency to check on your health every chance he had. The thought of it brought a smile on your face.

Soon the party was underway, you watched the crowd mingle and dance together on the dance floor, spotting many congregate around some key players. Iida made the rounds with you only for you to trap Cellophane in conversation after he discussed his recent happenstance with a certain thief on his patrols as of late. The thought of upgrading his gear was tantalizing.

"Seriously, you need the latest tech to help you out, and I know just the thing," you quipped excitedly.

"Really?" Asked Sero, curious of your suggestion.

"That my friend would be me!" You piped with thumbs pointing at you. "This thief of yours won't have a chance against any tech I make."

"You're sounding a lot like Hatsume."

"Wait, you know her?"

"We all do. She made most of our tech back when we were students."

Slack-jawed from the epiphany, you turned to Iida next to you, your expression hurt and betrayed. "You didn't tell me this!" You shouted, throwing a finger at Iida.

"I thought it wasn't relevant," he replied dryly.

"I need to know these things. How else do I know who I'm up against previously?"

"It's none of your concern."

"Anyway, it'd be great if you swung by Idaten," you suggested while turning to Sero with a smile. "I can solve your dilemma, or at least give you an upper hand." With a flick of your wrist, you handed Sero a business card, complete with your details and the Idaten insignia emblazoned on its stock. You completely ignored the exasperated sigh from Iida behind you.

"Uh... thanks," mused Sero while he took the card from your hand, spotting his eye towards the dance floor. "It was nice meeting you, but I gotta save a friend, sorry."

"Give me a call!" You shouted after, watching the Tape Hero make his way towards the floor, noticing his intention to help Chargebolt who draped over his plus one.

Your eyes drifted around, feeling the heaviness of sleep weigh on your mind before you decided to recite to yourself what you observed. Earphone Jack, the muso who headed the night's entertainment along with her Hero career, enjoyed a night along with her classmates; Uravity, the caring Gravity Hero who had been rising in rank as of late, conversing with Deku; Tsukuyomi, the dark Hero enjoying the night while chaperoning a friend of his by the looks of it, and then-

"What's the progress on BB?" Asked Iida next to you. Your eyes piqued at his voice, spotting his tall frame now with a serious look.

"Oh? Um, she's coming along," you started. "As you know Phase One was a success, but by my calibrations, she needs to have more injection in her acceleration capacitors. Phase Two should be complete in the next couple of days, give or take, depending on how her balance and suspension perform."

"They're Phases now?" Questioned Iida with a quirked brow.

"They've always been Phases," you beamed with a smile, earning an exasperated sigh from Iida. "Although, it would be wise that we test it on the field. I'd need to know exactly how it would function in a live scenario. Dummies would be ineffective in seeing how it would perform."

Iida spotted the serious look on your face, your mind mulling over the quandaries in your head. "How about you test it with me?" He suggested.

"What? No!" You cried with an outburst. "It's meant to be a surprise!"

"Having anyone else in our agency as volunteers to your projects is unwise," explained Iida. "At least I'm aware of BB's project."

"Yeah but that would destroy any usable data on its effectiveness."

"Call it a control group. You'll need to understand how BB works with someone who knows the weapon before improving its capabilities for someone who doesn't. What fun would there be if you don't continue mastering and finessing?"

You eyed Iida, watching his calm smile on his lips. You couldn't disagree when he was being agreeable.

"Fine, I concede," you spoke dryly. "Would you be available by the end of this week for an hour session?"

"It's a date," he replied, squeezing your shoulder tenderly before he opened his arm to you, inviting you to join him while you stared at this invitation.

"Want to meet more of my friends?" He asked smoothly while you took his arm in yours, standing next to the tall man with a grin.

"Why, I do declare Mr. Iida. You are too kind," you jested with a humorous accent.

"Please don't speak like that when I introduce you."

You only beamed at the man with a toothy smile before being chaperoned throughout the reunion, meeting a very drunk Chargebolt hanging off from his plus one still, a demure Shouto with his infamous Sidekick partner, and bypassing Ground Zero without a hello (and probably for the better). After knowing Iida for years back at the agency, he had opened up a part of his world to you, happy to introduce you to the eyes of Pro-Hero Society a little later than ever.

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Loki series first reaction

So, yeah, spoilers.

*sits at her desk to type*

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First things first, there was enough of the Loki I recognised to keep me engaged. I’m very relieved. Sure there were bits where I suddenly found myself fascinated with the set design for a moment, but overall there was enough Loki in there for me.

Things I liked:

They way they showed the dawning realisation that the TVA was beyond Loki’s ability to beat. It needed to be convincing, and I think they did a good job of it. They showed him attempting to escape, they showed him running out of options. They showed him going from cocky and sure of himself to lost and afraid. They never did this in Infinity War and that was one of the reason I had trouble accepting that scene. So I’m glad they bothered here. One of the benefits of TV over film I guess.

How disheartened he was to find those infinity stones stashed in the draw like used paperclips. I thought that was really well done. I think that was the moment that sold it to me as someone who knows Loki’s strengths that this might actually be beyond him.

The scene where he’s alone and watches his future play out. That they showed him caring for his mother, not just once with his initial reaction, but again, and deeply, when he comes back and plays through his alternate life.

His reaction to seeing his alternate life. I am sooooo glad they didn’t gloss over that or make it light-hearted. Or a joke. I think we as an audience (or at least the fans) needed to see that. I’m glad he didn’t turn away, or turn it off in anger, or otherwise reject it. I can’t fathom what it must be like to see your future, and see it play out LIKE THAT. And realise you’re at risk of death in your current situation and if you can work out how to return to your old timeline that you will die there too, and that this will be enforced. There is no chance to escape. No chance to change your future. I am haunted by his face.

And then the way in which he says “glorious purpose” afterwards. Ugh! My heart!

I think I enjoyed this scene on a personal level too – it reflects how I felt after seeing Infinity War and Endgame. So sad that all his actions seemed so futile, that after all his suffering and trying so, so hard, that he wasn’t even allowed some time to enjoy life before Thanos caught up with them.

I think they did a really good job of showing us a scenario in which Loki would appear willing to give up his connection with the world of TDW/Ragnarok/Infinity War. I was worried they’d just give some flimsy reason and for plot purposes Loki would agree, but this was satisfying enough for me. And I like his growing realisation and grief about having no place to go back to.

Despite my perceptions of Mobius based on the trailer material, I really appreciated how he was sympathetic at that moment.

I’m glad they addressed “but the Avengers were the time criminals” thing head on. Bit arbitrary, but I guess bringing back half of the population of the universe is probably a good enough reason. Lol

I also kinda liked how they described Loki’s purpose as bringing out the better parts of other people. Assigning him some purpose for the greater good, not just telling him he’s a useless waste of space. It might not be what he wants but he has worth all the same.

How young and hurt and vulnerable he looked sitting on the edge of the room with the tesseract in his hand.

Things I wasn’t so keen on:

So, yeah, there’s a lot of moments that are just a bit too different from the Loki I’m used to for me to be comfortable just yet, but I think as the series goes on I will adapt to it and notice them less and less. For example the cringey trying to do magic moment in the court. Not a fan. But it did remind me of the similar moment in Ragnarok when Thor mistimes with Mjolnir. So it was kinda helpful to me to be able to recall an instance where they did that joke with an outright hero.

I was disappointed that they seem to not want to mention Thanos or his influence. There was a perfect moment for him to bring it up, and for a while I thought that might have been what Mobius was angling at. But no. Though if I had to choose between Loki responding to his mother’s death or his time with Thanos then I’m glad they went with Frigga. I guess we can assume that if an Infinity Stone is powerless in the TVA then Loki is now out of Thanos’ reach, so perhaps he felt he could keep that one buried.

I wa a little disappointed that the DB Cooper thing was just a flashback – it was fun, and I enjoyed it, I just would have like to have seen more. And it means that the line mentioning Heimdall and his brother mean nothing, nor does the bifrost. I’m wondering now if the little flashes of Asgard are just flashbacks too. Though the Thor 1 outfit is against a different design of throne than the one actually in Thor 1, and I would assume if they were going for a flashback they would build it to look like the original, but maybe they just wanted to make something “new and fresh”. Ugh.

That damn graphic death scene! Again! Will we ever escape this!? Or will every future Loki-related show/article/advertisement include it? Is there some bizarre legal requirement to include it! :p So yeah, tw, they go there. Again.

And the little speech near the end where he was explaining that he doesn’t like hurting people and it’s all just a cover – that seemed a little too direct and open to me. But after everything he’s just seen, and realising he’s just lost his entire life, even if he’s still alive, I can accept he might feel he has nothing to lose, that it’s not worth hiding anything anymore.

Other thoughts:

I was interested in the Jetsons-style Multiverse 101 spiel – that there were multiple universes before and that they had been brought down to one. That’s not what I was expecting. That multiple universes were a bad thing. That’s puts a new light on Dr Strange and Multiverse of Madness.

They didn’t show the Your saviour is here! Scene? Will that come later? Or was that just for the trailers? They seem to have had quite a few moments that were different than in the trailers. Nothing big, but they chose different takes to go into the actual episode a few times.

Some of the reviewers had talked about a surprise twist at the end of the first episode. Ha! Was anyone actually surprised?

That scene where Loki has the tesseract in his hand in the office and nobody seems at all bothered by the person wandering around in a prisoner’s uniform without a collar in their workspace. That still seemed odd, and I can see why we thought there must have been something significant about it. But I guess that’s just showing us the downbeat disinterest of office work!

Interesting that most of the trailer material seems to have been taken from this episode. I hope that means we get to see a lot more outside the TVA.

I’m going to be watching this again on Saturday with a friend overseas so I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts after that. Well actually I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts while I brush my teeth and get ready for bed! Who am I kidding! :D

So overall, I’m relieved that this will be something I can find enough in to enjoy. I’m liking the scope that we’re seeing so far, and how they seem to be okay with the emotional stuff. This is definitely not Ragnarok again.

#spoilers #loki #loki series #loki series spoilers #loki spoilers #loki series review #my review #loki episode 1 #loki show

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 3 years

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7. About Bilbo from the POV of...Elrond

We’re over halfway at this point! For the POV of a teacher/mentor, I chose Elrond and set it canonically...after the quest...so yeah...angst ahead!

Reminder: You can make requests on the POVs I have left, and the masterlist can be found here.

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Elrond did not agree with Gandalf’s plans to include the halfling. He couldn’t see much, but he did see that the poor little hobbit’s heart would be forever scarred by this adventure. So he offered Rivendell as refuge in the hopes that Bilbo would stay, and if he did not, then he would know there was a safe place for him to return. It was almost a year before Elrond saw him again.

In the dead of winter just surpassing the latest storm, Bilbo and Gandalf rode up upon the hill. The hobbit looked leaner, more worn, and bore a weight that only comes from loss. He turned his inquisitive gaze to Gandalf, and he knew instantly that this quest did not have a happy ending. A tale for later, no doubt.

Elrond wasted no time in making sure his guests were warm, well-fed, and comfortable. The plight of the sons of Durin came days later in a violently sorrowful breakdown on the hobbit’s part. It was...disheartening, to say the least. No matter the impressions he left in his short stay, Elrond would never have wished such an ending on Thorin son of Thrain or his heirs. The best he could do was offer his home for the winter to the hobbit and hope that the healing powers of Imladris would work wonders on the still bleeding wounds on Bilbo’s heart.

For many days after, he did not see Master Baggins. Exhausted from his journey and heartache, he slept in late, and when he did emerge, he was rather good at not being found. In fact, there were times Elrond would catch a glimpse of hairy feet rounding the corner, but when he pursued, they were suddenly gone. As if they (and their owner) had disappeared in thin air. At any other time, Elrond would have been suspicious of magic at play, but...well Gandalf had said many a time that hobbits were rather extraordinary. And perhaps, Elrond truly did not feel up to pushing the fragile creature to give up such secrets while in his state. So he carried on, living with the ghost of the hobbit he had known briefly before, and hoping that Bilbo would feel up to rejoining the living soon.

It was one such sunny, yet chilly day that Elrond happened to find the hobbit perusing his library. His brow was furrowed and he was mumbling to himself as he scanned the volumes on the shelf with increasing annoyance.

“Can I help you, Master Baggins?”

The hobbit nearly jumped a foot in the air as he whirled around on Elrond with large eyes.

“No! That is to say, n-no thank you...milord. I was just…You startled me!”

Elrond chuckled at the accusation. “It was unintentional, I assure you.”

The hobbit huffed before slowly turning back to his task. Elrond watched patiently for a time before Bilbo gave up with a sigh and turned back to Elrond with reluctant eyes.

“I can’t find any more books in Westron. I’ve been borrowing and reading them for a time, but I seem to have...run out.”

Elrond looked carefully and noted the dark circles under the hobbit’s eyes, suggesting many sleepless nights have indeed been whiled away with the written word than face the terrors a subconscious mind can conduct.

“If you go up to the next level, there are more books on the history of the First and Second Ages that have a Westron translation.” He pointed out.

Bilbo flashed him a grateful smile turning to go when Elrond stopped him in his tracks.

“Of course, I could just teach you Sindarin.”

When the hobbit turned back there was wariness in his features. Underneath though was the blossoming curiosity and awe he first remembered seeing upon their meeting.

“I…” Bilbo began before cutting off with a huff, his eyes looking pained for a moment. “I believe a certain Company would threaten to disown me if I accepted. Thank you, for the offer though.”

“From everything you’ve told me about your Company and adventures, I’m not sure if I believe that.” He pushed.

The wariness was stronger now with just a hint of suspicion. For whatever reason, Elrond felt the need to push. Perhaps this small act of sharing his language would free the hobbit from the shadows haunting him.

“Gandalf tells me you have a sharp mind, I would hate to see that wasted on unspoken vows to lost friends.”

Anger swept the face of Bilbo Baggins, and his eyes shone with the gloss of tears. Elrond sighed, afraid he had pushed the little hobbit too far with that one. However, when his gaze settled back on Elrond’s own, the steel of determination had pushed past any other emotions.

“Very well.” He croaked. “If you are so kind as to offer insistently, what respectable hobbit would turn away.”

Elrond chuckled in spite of himself which pulled a small corner of Bilbo’s mouth out of his perpetual frown. They took a seat by the window soaking in the rare show of sun as Elrond grabbed one of their children's books to get started. They hadn’t gotten very far in their lesson, only covering some of the most basic words when Bilbo interrupted him.

“Will it always feel this way?”

Rather startled by the question, Elrond observed his companion closely.

“I’m no stranger to grief.” Bilbo continued. “It was just so...sudden. What if I can’t recover from this one? Just as my mother couldn’t…”

Elrond reached out and took one of the hobbit’s small hands in his own.

“As I’m sure you’ve figured, I am also uncomfortably familiar with loss. Every one feels different. It doesn’t mean you loved less or more, just that you loved uniquely. Grief is rather like an arrow at short range. The first strike is painful and can be deadly. Over time though, the distance gets greater and the arrow misses its mark more and more. It still burns when it hits, but those hits become fewer and farther between. I don’t know the struggles you or Belladonna faced, but I can see that your spirit is strong.”

Bilbo released a watery laugh, and when he looked up at Elrond through his tears, his eyes shined brighter than they had in days.

“You answered ‘yes’ and ‘no’ at the same time.” He pointed out wryly.

It took a moment for Elrond to place the reference, and when he did, he couldn’t help laughing.

“I suppose I did.”

Bilbo shook his head, still rather amused.

“Perhaps I should amend myself to simply say, friends tend to make the wound easier to bear.” Elrond corrected with a soft pat to the hand still in his own.

Bilbo smiled shyly. “Then I should consider myself lucky, Mellon Nin (my friend).”

Elrond has lived for thousands of years, and befriended members from all races at some point in his life. However, the friendship of that hobbit in that moment was enough to warm him completely. A feeling he hadn’t experienced in many years. Yet, was brought out by the most unlikely of creatures in the most unlikely of ways. Gandalf was clearly right about the wonder that was hobbits.

“A friendship I will cherish beyond my end, Bilbo Baggins. Ni 'lassui (Thank you).”

#follower event #all about bilbo #bilbo baggins #elrond #poor bilbo #🥺🥺#a twist on the helpful metaphor I received myself to deal with my cousin's death

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whumpmatsus · 2 years

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E1 for Karamatsu? All the brothers having to help keep him calm 'cause I can't imagine he would be able to handle not hearing well (also I just love everything you write)

Ultimate Whump Writing Meme! / ACCEPTING!

1. Acute infectious diseases

E: Otitis media/middle ear infection

aaaa my poor boy!! he definitely would NOT handle that well, it makes him really anxious to have any one of his senses taken away tbh

have some Coldmatsu cuz I couldn’t decide between Iro or Suiriku, so you get both! XD

(and aaaaaaa you're so sweet I'mma cry!!)

All things being equal, most of the Matsuno sextuplets are more than happy to be done with the ear infections they got as children.

Because the reality is, those things suck. All any of them ever did when they had an ear infection was cry and cry and cry. Even now, just the mention of those things makes them all wince and grab their heads as if a phantom pain is back to haunt them. They can all count on one hand the number of ear infections they’ve had since adulthood, thankfully.

Then there’s Karamatsu. The good news is that every time he goes to the doctor with an ear infection, she says they’re not quite frequent enough to be concerned; the worry would start if he had, say, four or more in a year or three or more within six months. Ear infections normal develop after a cold, which they all catch like clockwork at least once a year, and it seems like he’s just a little more prone to getting the ear infections than his brothers.

The bad news is that when he does get one, typically once a year or once every couple years, it seems to completely knock him out. Every bit of ‘coolness’ drains out and leaves him almost a shell of his usual persona.

It makes him completely unbearable to be around, as usual, but… for a different reason.

After all, it’s not like any of them are heartless. Seeing Karamatsu in so much pain is something none of them can stand for very long. Having an ear infection means he’s constantly anxious, particularly when it flares up badly enough that he can’t hear well, he cries a lot because he’s uncomfortable, and that kicked-puppy face of his just can’t be said no to.

Thankfully, even though he panics a lot and even though he’s hurting, he’s not a terrible patient. He takes medicine when it’s time for it without much fuss, and tries his best to sleep as much as he can.

Although everyone has been taking turns sitting in the spare room trying to comfort him as much as possible, it seems that today, Choromatsu and Ichimatsu have been the ones who’ve stuck. It just happens like that sometimes. It’s strange given that Ichimatsu would often choose others’ company than these two, and yet, nobody is really complaining.

For the most part, the two of them try to keep things quiet so their older brother can rest. The situation gives Choromatsu and Ichimatsu something to focus on so things don’t get awkward between them, just attempting to keep Karamatsu as comfortable as they can. Choromatsu has kept closer to the sofa, sitting on the floor and reading a book, so that Karamatsu can just tap him on the shoulder if he needs something. Ichimatsu is farther away near the window, with one of the cats in his lap, though he’s keeping an eye out as well just in case.

Sadly, Karamatsu has spent most of the day tossing and turning. His tendency to get fevers when ill means he’s running a temperature, which makes him restless and miserable. Combined with the pain in his ear, the lingering cough from his cold, and the fact that he’s having trouble hearing, the day is just terrible.

He even feels in a shitty mood, the kind where literally everything bothers him. That he hasn’t gotten much sleep doesn’t help matters. Every so often Choromatsu will pause in his reading and ask if there’s anything he needs. There’s no logical reason for that to upset him; in fact, on any other day, it would make him feel loved. Today, it’s aggravating the fuck out of him.

That’s more disheartening than anything, he thinks. For once his brothers are paying attention and trying to take care of him. Why should that make him angry? He loves his brothers with his entire being and enjoys their company. His true self is happy that Choromatsu is trying to look after him. The part of him that’s irritable from the ear infection wishes his little brother wouldn’t ask him if he’s okay every five minutes. (Even though he knows that’s exaggerating.)

He’s not okay. What he needs is for this ear infection to be gone, and he knows that’s not anything feasible that any of his brothers can do for him, so being asked when all he really wants is something impossible is frustrating.

He squeezes his eyes shut in a feeble attempt to get some damn sleep. Sometimes being rested helps when one is sick, although it’s certainly not coming easily. As soon as his eyes are closed, he feels dizzy. Like the whole world is swaying. It’s not horrible enough to make him think the problem has spread deeper ― in the past, some of these middle ear infections have turned into infections of the inner ear, which make him excruciatingly dizzy and nauseous, so he knows what that feels like. It’s not that bad, but it’s there a little bit, particularly when his eyes are closed.

Put together with everything else, it tips the scales into making him start to cry.

He’s not sure how long he’s been crying when suddenly there’s a hand on his shoulder and a muffled shouting, like someone is trying to talk to him while he’s underwater. His whole being jumps, turning to look toward his brothers.

Choromatsu is the one with the hand on him, though both he and Ichimatsu are looking at Karamatsu with concern. When Choromatsu opens his mouth to speak, it sounds the same as a moment before despite the fact that he’s clearly raising his voice quite a bit. At least this time he can tell that his younger brother is saying his name, followed by, “Can you hear me??”, he thinks.

A jolt of pain in his ear makes it obvious what’s causing this. The infection is flaring up and affecting his hearing, enough that he’s straining to hear his brother yelling.

His hands immediately fly up to his ears, and a strangled yelp leaves him when he touches them, an agonizing reminder that even the skin around them is sore. He can’t help but curl in on himself, whimpering. More tears drip down, and he shakes his head, managing a quiet, “B-barely,” in response.

Choromatsu frowns, gently squeezing Karamatsu’s shoulder. Although Karamatsu can’t really hear the conversation, he turns toward Ichimatsu with a sympathetic wince and sighs, “Okay, let’s try something else.”

“Ow, ow, ow…” Karamatsu mumbles for a moment, doing his best to avoid grabbing at his head. It just hurts so bad, and he’s pissed at Choromatsu for trying to talk to him right now, but he’s too tired to be actually pissed. It’s like when you have a drink with ice, then the ice melts after you’re done, and you’re left with some water that tastes vaguely like whatever you were drinking. That’s how his anger feels, weak and watered-down.

Before he knows it, his shoulder is being patted, and a notepad is pushed into his lap. On the page is Choromatsu’s neat handwriting.

Hey, both Ichimatsu and I were calling you for a few minutes. No worries, I just wanted to let you know it’s time for more Calonal and ear drops if you need either of those.

How come you’re crying? What’s wrong?

Karamatsu wishes he could scrape up the energy to be mad. Shouldn’t Choromatsu know what’s wrong? Is he really that dense? Doesn’t he remember how fucking awful it is to have an ear infection, to not be able to hear things properly, to have that sharp pain in your ears, to be emotional from a fever, to not be able to sleep, to feel like your head is so full it’s going to explode?

However, he does his best not to snap at his brother. A deep breath calms his nerves a little, and he reminds himself that Choromatsu probably just doesn’t want to be presumptuous, acting like he knows what’s wrong or what Karamatsu wants or needs. Most likely Choromatsu is trying to confirm what’s going on so he knows what to offer.

It’s also a bit of a relief that it’s time for medicine. The Calonal and prescription ear drops take the edge off all his pain enough that he can relax a little. Maybe shortly after all that is in his system, he can get some sleep; sleep is the best thing when he feels like crap.

He gets the feeling that his voice sounds terrible right now, so he grasps he notebook and reaches for the pen, which Choromatsu mercifully hands over. His own handwriting is a little messier than usual and his words are simpler, though he’s sure it can be forgiven.

I hate this. My ears hurt so badly, and it’s like I’m trying to hear you through a pillow over my head. I didn’t hear you until you shook me and were shouting. I keep feeling hot and cold and switching back and forth. I’m so uncomfortable.

I think I need Calonal and the ear drops.

Choromatsu takes the notepad back for a moment, then nods. The smile he gives Karamatsu is sort of anxious, but he’s undoubtedly trying to give his big brother some comfort in any way he can.

Within a moment the pad is displayed back to him. That’s no problem. I’ll go get them. Do you want one Calonal or two?

Two, if I’m allowed.

Yep, two is good if you’re really in pain. You need a drink to take them, do you want water or tea or something else?

Tea, please.

You got it. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and I’ll leave this here so you can let Ichimatsu know if you need anything, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

It’s no problem. I’ll be back soon.

With that, Choromatsu gets to his feet and gestures for Ichimatsu. “Hey, Ichi. I’m gonna go get Kara’s medicine. He’s not hearing that well right now, and it doesn’t seem like he really wants to speak… so if you need to say anything to him or want him to talk to you, it looks like the notepad is the best thing. I should only be like ten minutes, though.”

“Oh… uh. Okay.” Ichimatsu stands up as well, setting his cat down near the window so she can bask in the sun. Probably better that he doesn’t have the cats near Karamatsu when he isn’t feeling good. “I’ll move over here for a little bit till you get back.”

“Great. Thanks for keeping an eye on him.” Choromatsu gives Ichimatsu a brief hug, kisses Karamatsu’s head, and then scurries out of the room to get everything together.

Everything is quiet for a long minute. If Ichimatsu is awkward with Choromatsu, it’s even worse with Karamatsu. He’s bad at connecting with Karamatsu on good days, they don’t always get along, but… it’s worse when Karamatsu feels poorly, because seeing him like this reminds Ichimatsu that he really does love his brother. He wants to help, and just doesn’t know what to do.

Karamatsu, on the other hand, is only able to whine softly and curl in on himself, frustrated by everything. Being so sick means he can’t do any of the things he loves, and even worse, it’s difficult to accept his brothers’ comfort. He feels reassured by hearing things, being able to listen to someone telling him they love him and they’re here and they’re going to take care of him.

Reading it, though still a solace, feels so bland. He can’t hear or feel someone’s personality through that. In most other ways he’s a visual person, and yet for this, it’s different.

After a moment, the notepad is poked into his arm, drawing his eyes down to the page.

Hey. I’m sorry you feel so shitty. Ear infections are the fucking worst.

He sniffles a bit, rubbing his tears away as best he can. It feels like he’s such a baby, crying over this… at least the others understand how miserable it is, trying to make him feel like he’s not being dramatic. If nothing else, Ichimatsu isn’t judging him for weeping over it.

It’s not your fault. You don’t need to be sorry. But thank you.

Yeah. Hopefully the ear drops and Calonal will help. Ichimatsu taps the pen against the pad for a few seconds; if he were speaking, it would probably signify an ‘uh’ or ‘um’. Is there anything I can do to help while Choro is getting that stuff?

It’s Karamatsu’s turn to hesitate with the pen. Aside from wanting the whole illness to be over, there’s one thing that might soothe him. He’s a little afraid to ask for it, just because he doesn’t know if Ichimatsu would be annoyed with him for it. If Ichimatsu is offering, though…

Could I have a hug? Maybe a long one?

It looks like his little brother is kind of startled by the request. Ichimatsu’s eyes go wide, and he blinks a few times. “Uh.” Karamatsu more sees the sound than hears it. To his ears, it’s like a hum.

Yeah… I guess if you want.

Karamatsu doesn’t even waste time with the notepad. He simply nods, and reaches his arms out.

Ichimatsu feels a little embarrassed as he leans forward into the hug. Not really because he doesn’t like hugging Karamatsu ― although he doesn’t let himself do it often, he does enjoy being close to his brother. It just feels awkward trying to comfort one of his older brothers, having one of them seeking that kind of thing from him, of all people. Usually it’s either him running to his older brothers for comfort when he lets himself be that vulnerable, or him comforting one of his younger brothers. (Jyushimatsu and Totty aren’t usually shy about that kind of thing.)

It’s heaven for Karamatsu, though. He presses himself readily into the embrace, nuzzling his face against Ichimatsu’s shoulder. He’s careful to ensure he avoids making any contact with his ears, and everything still hurts…

But. It feels nice to be cuddled up with his little brother, having Ichimatsu hold him as close as he can without hurting him. Even though Ichimatsu is a bit clumsy with this, it makes Karamatsu feel more secure. That part doesn’t matter so much as it matters that Ichimatsu is willing to do this.

He’s sitting up now, with Ichimatsu’s arms around his shoulders and his own around Ichimatsu’s waist. He’s got his chin propped up on Ichimatsu’s shoulder, feeling weak and exhausted and wishing he could just fall asleep right here.

Another thing is that being so close, he can hear Ichimatsu slightly better since Ichimatsu’s speaking so near his ear. “Is, uh… is this okay?” Still a little muffled, but he doesn’t have to scream his voice raw for Karamatsu to hear.

Karamatsu nods, tightening his arms just a bit. “It’s good.” He can barely hear himself, of course, though he knows he’s making the right sounds and words thanks to how it feels in his throat and lips. “I like this.”

What Ichimatsu offers next is a low chuckle, only signified by an exhale of breath hitting his neck. “Yeah, I kinda like it too. Just… let me know when you want me to stop.”

“Never,” Karamatsu mumbles, nestling into Ichimatsu’s shoulder. It earns him another laugh, and despite feeling so horrible, he manages to smile in reply.

After staying this way for a minute, he feels Ichimatsu shift a hand around to rub his back. He almost starts crying again. “I gotcha,” Ichimatsu says softly. “You’ll be feeling better soon, I bet. Once you choke down the Calonal and Choro puts those ear drops in. Then you can sleep.”

“Mhm. Will you stay on the couch with me for a little bit?”

“Uh. Well. Maybe… maybe for a little bit, yeah. It’s hard to fit two of us here, though… if you really wanna stay like this for a while, after you take your medicine, I can unroll the futon and we can move there.”

“Huh… that sounds like a nice idea.”

“Yeah, right? Just, uh… try to rest for now. I won’t let go till you tell me to.”

“Mmh… okay…”

When Choromatsu slips back into the room carrying everything, he finds them in this position; with Ichimatsu almost cradling his older brother, rubbing his back, and Karamatsu half drifted off, still clearly in pain but less anxious than he was before.

He silently sets everything down, then gives both of them a careful hug and a small laugh. “Ah, don’t tell me, Kara… you want me to set up the futon so you two can cuddle after medicine?”

“… Please?”

Well, there’s no denying that tone. As Choromatsu untangles both of them long enough to get the Calonal down Karamatsu’s throat and put the drops in his ears, he’s mentally crossing his fingers that this means his big brother will feel a lot better come tomorrow.

After all, without Karamatsu’s usual brand of shenanigans, it’s far too quiet in the house.

#Osomatsu san #whump #Coldmatsu #Suirikumatsu #Iromatsu #Karamatsu #illness #ear infection #fever #reduced hearing #caretaking #hurt/comfort #comfort #LOOK AT ALL MY GOOD BOYS THEY'RE TRYING SO HARD #poor Kara ;-;#at least he's got good brothers to take care of him!!

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hiiraya · 3 years

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you were good to me (rewrite)

masterlist

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

words: ~2,186

warnings: angst

requested: nope :p

a/n: this is edited but i'm sure there are still a few mistakes (all of which are my own) part 2 (two) of the didn't know what i had series! this was inspired by the song of the same title, so have a listen while you read! hope y'all are staying safe ♡

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“What are trying to say, Nat?”

“Please give me another chance.”

“Marriage isn’t in the card for me, a family isn’t in the cards for me. I’m sorry if it is for you, but I can’t give you that.”

That's what she told you when you asked her why she said no.

It was a bullshit excuse and you both knew it, but you knew better than to ask her about it again.

You knew her well enough to know that when she had made her mind up, there was no changing it.

Now she’s standing in front of you asking you to take her back.

Natasha knows that she became defensive whenever you brought up marriage in conversation, hating the way she just watched you become more and more disheartened every time she brushed the topic off with a half-assed excuse.

She hated the way you tried so hard to hold onto what was left of your relationship and she didn't even try to do the same.

She hated that you knew her like the back of your hand - knowing when to push and when to just leave her be with her thoughts.

She wanted to hate you so much because she didn’t want to accept the fact that she pushed you away far enough that you finally had enough and left before she could do any more damage.

She'd rather blame on anyone else but herself because it kills her inside to watch you stare at her without saying anything.

“Marry me?”

“Y/N… I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you.”

It never gets easier remembering the discouraged look you gave her after you realised that she turned down your proposal.

It haunts her every time she looks at you - the way your eyes turned sad and your shoulders slumped over after she pulled you to your feet and told you no.

Because she remembers what happened after.

She made you go through it after all.

She made you watch Tony and Pepper get engaged and married, and again with Wanda and Vision shortly after.

Like both her and the universe was trying to rub it in your face that Natasha had flat out rejected you.

It annoyed her every time someone on the team would tease you two about how you were going to be the next couple to get hitched, always seeing the way you would look at her from the corner of her eyes before she would excuse herself to go train, or even to just hide out in her room until all talk of all things marriage related were over.

As much as she hates to admit it, but looking back on it, the more she avoided you the easier it got to ignore you and the pensive expression that always seemed to be on your face altogether.

It's easy to be a coward and hide away when you weren’t the one hurting back then huh?

The voice in her head is cruel, but it spoke the truth even when she doesn’t want to accept it.

She hurt you, simple as that. She can’t do anything now that’ll change what’s already happened.

Maybe you both made mistakes.

She ignored you.

You left.

Not that she could blame you though. Relationships were about experiencing life and growing with your other half, it wasn't always going to be easy, you both knew that, but in the end she only made you grow tired of the games she was playing.

Natasha always thought that the six years she spent with you by her side was a pretty long time.

But somehow, the year she spent without you felt a hell of a lot longer than that.

Once the realisation had sunk in that you had really left and that you were gone, really gone, along with the relationship you two had scared her.

But she's not afraid anymore to admit that she’ll have to grow old without you, still very much unwilling to entertain the thought of seeing you with someone else.

She swore that she convinced herself that she was over you.

After all, she’s had a year to forget.

To forget the way you laughed - always with your whole chest, always wholeheartedly, the contagious sound never failing to make Natasha smile and laugh along with you.

To forget your voice - how you always tried to be soft spoken and gentle and polite no matter who you were talking to.

To forget the comforting aura you always seemed to have - that no matter how tough things became, Natasha knew that even being by your side was enough to reassure her that things would be okay, things would get better as long as she had you by her side.

The list could go on.

She's had a year to forget the things that she never knew she could miss until she started missing them.

Natasha hates that you still have this effect on her. But she’s come to accept the fact that she had never truly felt warmth than when she was with you.

As much as she loved being in solitude (she’s lived in it for so long, it was all she knew for a long time), she never liked the feeling of being alone.

As much as she remembers the day you proposed to her, she remembers it just as clear, if not more, the day she told you that you two were going nowhere.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore about this.”

“Well you don't have to worry about that," You retort. "You don’t ever have to talk to me anymore about anything, Natalia.”

If only you saw the way she ran around the compound and the facility looking for you after Clint had told her in passing that she saw you leaving with Maria, hoping that you didn't actually leave and that he was only messing with her.

But your empty room told her otherwise.

She spent hours sitting on your bed, waiting for you to walk in so she could talk to you, properly this time but you never came.

You didn't return for a long time.

"You told me you were done talking to me. The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to make you happy, Nat, and if me leaving made you breathe a little easier and relax a little more, then I made the right choice. I didn’t want to make things any harder for you, for us, or for anyone.”

That’s what you told her.

If you only knew how wrong you were.

It was you who made her breathe a little easier; it was who you made her relax a little more; it was you made life easy when it seemed like just existing was the hardest thing in the world to do.

She’s never been so sorry in her life.

“Did you mean it?" She asks, when you don't answer her. "When you told Wanda that proposing was a stupid idea? Do you regret asking me to marry you?”

You’re still staring at her, and if she didn’t know you as well as she did, she would think that you were just thinking of a way to let her down easily.

But there was something you wanted to get out, and Natasha could tell that you were thinking it through, making sure that it comes out the way you wanted it to.

It gave her hope that you would say that you didn’t.

She spent a long time regretting ever saying no to you and if you told her that yes, you did regret asking her, then she would just accept the fact that she lost you for good.

“I already told you I wasn’t going to push you into something you didn’t want, Nat.”

It’s not the response she was expecting, but it’s better than hearing ‘yes, I regret it’. So, she tries again to get a definitive answer from you.

“But do you regret it?”

You sigh and she watches as you look away for a second before your E/C eyes met hers. She inhales sharply, heart beating loudly in anticipation when you open your mouth.

“Despite what happened, no. I don’t regret it.”

She feels her body relax for a second, but she goes back on edge when you start to speak again.

“I don’t regret asking you, because then at least I can say that I tried. But it was stupid of me to just assume that you would say yes because of how long we'd been together.”

It’s like you just took a pair of scissors and severed the last heartstrings she had, every word you spoke more heart-breaking than the last.

If this is what heartbreak felt like, how did you feel when she broke your heart over and over again back then? Because if this is what it felt like then she would gladly spend the rest of her life making it up to you.

“You’re not stupid for wanting things, Y/N/N.”

You gave her an indifferent shrug, like you thought that what you wanted wasn’t important anymore.

“It’s in the past now.” You murmur.

She could tell that it still hurt you to talk about, despite trying to look so nonchalant while you were talking to her. Pain still flickered in your eyes now every now and again while you looked at her. Not to mention that you bit your lip when you weren’t talking, something Natasha knew you only did when you were having troubling thoughts.

“Do you still want that?" She questions aloud. "With me?”

The million dollar question.

She knows that you would’ve laughed back then and teased her at how serious the two of you were being. Instead you’re looking at her with such intensity that Natasha’s trying to ignore the spark of hope starting to build inside.

“I do.”

This probably wasn’t the time and place where you wanted to say those words, but little did you know that your words just filled the her with such relief, Natasha felt like she could breathe properly for the first time in a year.

You still wanted a future with her, something she was so sure you wouldn’t want after everything that’s happened.

“Do you think we’ll ever get back to where we were before?”

“I don’t know, but I hope so?” You tell her, with a tilt of your head. “Whatever you're willing to give, Nat, I'll gladly take.”

“Really?”

You surprise her when you suddenly step forward and take her hands in your own, squeezing them gently to get her full attention (not that you didn’t already have it).

“I love you, Nat, I always have," You admit. "And I know that it might’ve seemed like I stopped, but how can I? I knew what I was signing myself up when let myself fall for you.”

She doesn't know when she started to cry but she couldn't bring herself to care, she can see in your eyes just how much everything's affected you too, something she didn't see before (because she knows that the hurting that she's went through definitely wasn’t one-sided).

Your eyes soften at the sight of her tears and she has to choke back a sob when you reach your hand up to gingerly wipe the tears from her cheeks with your thumb.

You always told her you hated it when she cried and made it your personal mission to make sure that every day you were with her, she would never have to shed a tear.

“I love you on purpose and I love you by choice, wholeheartedly and intentionally. I love you.”

She didn’t know she could cry anymore, but seeing the tears welling up in your eyes is enough to bring a new onslaught of fresh tears.

Why did I ever let you leave, Y/N?

“I missed you.” It’s the first thing she can say after she regains her senses enough to remember that she has to actually open her mouth and respond so you know that she feels the same. “And I love you. I love you so much.”

The smile you give her makes her smile right back even though she’s well aware that she looks like a mess right now. She couldn’t care less when you're give her that smile.

The one you only reserved for her, the one that went away all those months ago Natasha almost forgot what it looked like. Your smile that was so wide it reached your eyes, turning them into crescent shapes that Natasha often compared it to the moon.

Your smile so warm, Natasha almost couldn’t believe she risked living a life in the cold without it.

She wraps her arms around your waist, shuffling closer to you until she was enveloped in your arms. One look in your eyes and she knew that this was where she was always meant to be.

I swear, I’m different than before, Y/N. I’ll never hurt you like that again.

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@fayhar @genesisnievesr

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #black widow imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #myfics.txt #i need to sleep it's 1am sdfhdfadd

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frederickthegreat · 4 years

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my thoughts on TUA season 2

(spoilers, obviously)

- opened with Klaus and Ben, my kings. Klaus’s hair looks so weird straightened while short

- AWESOME opening soundtrack

- seeing all their powers so controlled makes me wonder how they leveled up to that skill in the alternate timeline. like the only time we saw Klaus use the powers of other ghosts in the correct timeline was when two of them caught him falling out of the sky. however Diego did end up controlling bullets and Allison used her voice to technically kill one of the Swedes

- the homeless man screaming Allison’s name alongside Luther... funny shit

- big teddy bear Hazel

- Elliot was fucking awesome i think he was a great addition as a side character. rip tho :(

- honestly i don’t understand why Diego would WANT to save JFK. like it’s not that big of a deal. does he not understand what messing with the timeline can do??

- Lila... impeccable

- Sissy and Vanya... impeccable <3

- yeah and fuck u Carl

- ugh, Klaus’s beard. disgusting <3

- Ben and Klaus definitely act like they should be, given that they’ve been stuck with each other for over a decade. i’ve seen some people calling Klaus an asshole for not telling his siblings about Ben, which is completely understandable (cause he was an asshole), but I’m guessing it was because he was afraid? that sharing Ben with his siblings would mean that he would lose him to them, or his siblings would find him selfish, or they would ask something of him that he couldn’t give. if that makes sense

- that ghost bitch comment was funny tho

- to the guy who called Klaus pretty boy at the bar: sir you don’t know what you’re getting into

- Raymond!! he’s such a sweetheart, i really liked him in the show. i’m really happy that Allison has found a bit of normalcy (as normal as the 1960s Civil Rights movement could be). it shows how passionate she is about what she believes in: even though she knows the movement is far from over, even back in 2019, she’s not gonna abandon it

- Allison staring at the moon every night: either thinking about Luther or how the moon blows them all up. maybe both

- of course Luther would be working for Jack Ruby

- awesome cinematography during the mental asylum escape

- yeah it makes sense that the Handler would still be alive. she was a cool villain. although it would’ve been awesome to see how evil a fish could be

- Diego’s plan was pretty stupid. that’s my boy

- honestly they revealed how Klaus started a cult really well by having one of his followers find him at jail. Klaus, ever the musical aficionado, of course writes his scripture based off of pop songs

- Raymond and Klaus meeting!! that was cool to see how their paths connected

- Lila painting Elliot’s toenails green. ugh i love that crazy bitch

- i LOVE how they incorporated the umbrella man!! tbh i’ve always believed he was the one behind the assassination. Lee Harvey Oswald was framed

- honestly a bit understandable that Luther was planning on killing Vanya? cause he had no idea who she is now, but them reuniting was actually really sweet. he’s grown up so much

- the Swedes and their cats.

- the Umbrella company building with the nuclear family mannequins... creepy, awesome shit

- baby pogo baby pogo baby pogo baby pogo

- shanked diego shanked diego shanked diego shanked diego

- did anyone else get vibes from Klaus’s episode opening that he was an escort to the old woman? like how he was being shown off at her arm or something and getting out of jail from a call from the governor. idk maybe the lady was just very taken with him, as anyone would be

- Elliot, our helpful king

- Allison and Klaus’s reunion was so sweet!! i’m so glad they got to interact so much more in this season

- Ben getting Raymond out through a haunting... hilarious

- sweet intimate moment between Lila and Diego

- Ray meeting Luther was hilarious, but i do feel for the poor guy. i mean i’m not in love with my adoptive sister but still

- the sit-in was really well done and beautiful while terrible. the ‘riot’ that ensued was very appropriate for today’s setting

- D-Dave

- honestly i was scared that Klaus was gonna be overly attracted to him or whatever, which would be weird cause he’s years younger than Klaus, but honestly, at the core he just wanted to save Dave’s life. even if it means never meeting him in a different timeline. he truly loved Dave. and that ptsd flashback was done so well

- i knew Lila wasn’t trustworthy but i didn’t REALLY expect that!

- Vanya and Luther talking with each other, Luther admitting the apocalypse wasn’t all her fault. beautiful

- the Majestic 12 reminds me of the conspiracy theory that only a few families control basically everything in the world. the Majestic 12 may be based off of that, idk

- idk about everyone else but Klaus’s scorpion and the frog story made total sense to me! frogs ARE bitches

- the diner scene.... ugh. it really shows that the two of them did fall in love and they did stupid in love things, like talking about their family, about why Dave wanted to join, favorite colors, favorite foods, etc. however that’s seen later on when Dave visits the compound

- yes it’s very disheartening when Klaus is attacked, but honestly i think it had to happen, just like the riot had to happen. the 60s weren’t a fun time for lgbt people and poc. it was only going to be a matter of time before the show HAD to acknowledge the consequences of Klaus’s ‘flamboyancy’ in 1963 Texas. it doesn’t make it right or easy to see, but it’s realistic.

- it also makes sense that Klaus fell off the wagon after experiencing something like that. yes we all would’ve liked him to stay sober, but sobriety and recovery aren’t linear.

- Allison is so happy with Ray can we please drop this pseudo-incest plotline let’s MOVE ON

- Texas Grace ! who is not actually Grace rip (i think? i was a bit confused lol)

- the scene with Harlan running off was really upsetting but we got to see those weird light particles that we saw in the first season

- Pogo Pogo Pogo Pogo

- Klaus being a dick to Ben again, as brothers do. i do feel bad for Ben though it must be sooo frustrating. that scene with him and Allison was really sweet and funny tho

- i just have to say that Luther and Diego are so fucking funny this season it’s awesome. like there are a LOT of good lines overall by everyone but they’re hilarious. “At least he didn’t shank my ass” “no bro, he shanked your heart”“Dads part of a sinister CABAL that’s plotting on killing the president.” “a caBAL?”“You two still a thing? *leans in* do we need to talk?” “No, she’s married.” “Woah dude... that’s rough.” and countless others

- the sibling reunion!!

- Klaus really does get left out of everything tbh

- Ben :(

- sisters and Klaus!! that was so awesome to see. and Klaus’s hairpins, Vanya saying she’s gonna tell Sissy she loves her, their dance sequence, Klaus calling Allison out on that incest. beautiful

- the fucking Swedish cover of Hello was PERFECT i mean i was sad for the Swedes but it was hilarious. there were a couple beautiful shots of the boat on fire though

- god it must’ve been so traumatizing for Allison to be thrust into such a hostile place with no voice and no way to contact her family

- idk about you guys but long live Team Zero

- calling Ben that he was becoming their father was a bit uncalled for

- the fact that Klaus didn’t help Dave’s chances, and in fact escalated Dave’s own timeline.. his trembling hands... robert sheehan is an amazing actor

- the Black president bit lmaoo loved it

- the way Reginald spoke to Diego.. i’m gonna throw hands with an old man

- Klaus LITERALLY looked like he was having a seizure and they all just... played it off??

- poor, poor Carl. nah fuck him lol

- that bloody opening scene was awesome! and thank god Five got to say fuck. the fact that it was about a candy bar makes too much sense

- Robert Sheehan acting as Ben: amazing showstopping spectacular he’s so talented

- the whole multiple Fives and Luther bit was honestly really funny, and i immensely respect smaller Five over bigger Five.

- yes Klaus, you survived a family of seven. you got this

- not sad about Carl dying one bit!

- Ben... that was such a beautiful scene. not just the content of the scene, but the cinematography. Ben fading away... Vanya hugging him... ugh. the main takeaway i had from that scene is that at the core of it all, Ben and Klaus love each other immensely. they have a weird, dysfunctional, fucked up relationship, where Klaus is an asshole and Ben definitely shouldn’t of possessed him without his consent, but they’re still brothers, and Ben forgives him.

- oof Ben’s funeral was hard. also was it just me or did Klaus’s kid actor sound weird? like it sounded like Robert was dubbing his lines

- all the siblings back together again!!!! Klaus going with Vanya to save Harlan!! Vanya telling him Ben forgives him and that it wasn’t Klaus’s fault Ben got stuck with him!! everyone in the car!!! be still my beating heart

- yeah didn’t see Lila having powers coming tbh. i really feel bad for her she’s had such a rough and traumatic life, especially with the Handler as her only parental figure

- the Swede brother and Five putting down their weapons: “enough.” the Swede wanted revenge for his brothers - an eye for an eye, but there was a mutual understanding between the two of them: they would do anything for their family. if the Swede hurts one of the Hargreeves, Five would never stop coming after him. i thought it was very beautiful

- mmm Reggie’s foreshadowing coming into play. proud of u Five

- the ending was so beautiful. everyone got closure in some type of way. except now Klaus is alone with nothing but his dog tags :(

- EMO BEN HAHAHA WTFFF?? is Lila in the sparrow academy? why was Ben’s portrait over the mantle piece? did Five disappear?? is the sparrow academy just older versions of the siblings who stuck around?? so many questions

FINAL THOUGHTS

- Ellen Page’s acting consistently blows me away. she is amazing

- beautiful cinematography, funny writing, pretty good acting. i didn’t like the soundtrack as much as i did the first season’s, but some of it wasn’t bad.

- i’m glad ben got peace, but i’m also glad justin min isn’t gone for good. his social media presence is too vital for us

- i swear to god if they keep treating klaus as a joke and don’t let him get any actual development like everyone else had (he barely got closure with Dave, he reconciled with Ben through a second party) next season, i’m gonna riot. PLEASE i want to learn more about his powers now that Ben is gone. what happened to seeing tons of ghosts when he’s sober??

- Luther and Diego were probably my favorite duo of the season, I’m so happy that they’ve reconciled and are bonding more.

- just seeing Vanya grow and be happy was amazing

all in all, really wonderful season. i probably liked it better than the first one. now it’s time to consume fanfiction and maybe finish my own (check out “god doesn’t want him and neither does the devil” on ao3!)

#the umbrella academy #tua spoilers #tua season 2 spoilers #the umbrella academy season 2 spoilers #the umbrella academy season 2 #tua season 2 #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #raymond chestnut #dave katz #diego hargreeves #reginald hargreeves

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 3 years

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Frenzy

Warning: Explicit sex, Somnophilia, DUBCON, and Overstimulation. Mentions of past abuse. Please read with caution if any of these are your triggers.

Summary: It wasn’t her fault. Mirio had forced her hand and by the end of the night he would be hers.

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“Gomen. Can you repeat that last part, Tou-san?”

His father just smiled at him. “I said I think we should adopt Y/N. What do you think, Mirio?”

When the police raided the Shie Hassaikai, Eri quietly warned about another girl who was hidden away. Unlike Eri, though, Y/N was a teenager and, just like Eri, had nowhere to go. So, the Togata family volunteered to house Y/N until CPS found a home for her. But it looks like his father already had something else in mind.

“I think it’s an awesome idea. Y/N has opened up so much around us. I was worried about what would happen if she was adopted by someone else,” Mirio enthused.

Things were finally going his way. Just yesterday, he found out there was a chance of him regaining his quirk if Eri would control her quirk. And now this.

“Great since Y/N’s still skittish around me. Why don’t you bring up the topic with her, and if she agrees, then we can discuss it together?” his father hummed while stirring the curry on the stove. His father looked away for a second to grab chili peppers.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Mirio leaned over to grab the spoon covered with curry and quickly shoved it in his mouth before his father noticed.

“Mirio! That’s for dinner,” Tou-san scolded, grabbing back the now saliva covered spoon.

He quickly escaped the kitchen, using Y/N as an excuse. Mirio hurried to the guestroom where she had been staying since she arrived. It was her room technically more than a guestroom now—the walls covered by cute posters of various Pokémon that Y/N liked. The bed had flattering mauve sheets that Y/N personally picked out, plus various art supplies scattered throughout the room.

Mirio hesitantly on the door as he peeked inside the opened room.

“Y/N? Are you in here?”

The bathroom door opened, and Y/N shyly stepped out. His father had thought being the sole girl in a house full of men, she ought to have privacy and gave her the room with a bathroom attached.

“H-hai. I’m here.”

“Gomen! I didn’t mean to disturb you. I can come back later.”

“Lie, it’s fine, Mirio-kun. Did you need something?” Y/N cautiously asked.

Y/N rarely talked when she first arrived; mostly, it was him carrying a one-sided conversation. But Mirio was used to shy individuals, and it was his specialty to bring down their walls. When she eventually did start responding to his questions, he learned that unlike Tamaki, Y/N wasn’t shy. Just subdued, and she carried a solemn disposition that could quickly turn others off. Thankfully, he wasn’t discouraged and carried on with his conversations like Y/N wasn’t eying the nearest door to escape.

Mirio nervously rubbed his left shoulder.

“Y/N, do you like it here?”

Y/N eyebrows furrowed like she didn’t understand the question.

“You mean the bathroom? Because you can tell Togata-san that It’s fine the way it is.”

He quickly shook his head and waved his hands frantically. “No! not that! I mean, do you like living here with me?”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and her face flushed red. She quickly looked away from him.

Mirio, confused with her actions, decided to continue getting to the point.

“Because Tou-san wants to adopt you officially. He wants us to become a real family. What do you think?”

The silence that followed afterward was awkward in every way imaginable. It seemed like Y/N was purposely facing away from him to avoid answering. Though, he remained patient, waiting for her response. In what felt like forever, she eventually did turn around to look him in the eye. Her face looked all washed out, and she looked a bit teary-eyed.

“I-I refuse. I don’t want to be adopted.”

“Are you sure? Because I would love a sister!”

That only seemed to make it worse because Y/N retreated into the bathroom and quickly locked it.

Mirio cautiously knocked on the door. “Y/N, are you ok? Are you mad?”

She didn’t respond. Mirio, a bit annoyed, let out an aggravated sigh.

“Well, I’ll be out here waiting for you until you say something.”

That elicited movement in which he could hear her shuffling around behind the closed door.

“Mirio-kun, please go away. I don’t want to talk right now,” her muffled voice said.

He replied in a small voice, “Oh, well, alright. At least come to dinner. It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

When Mirio didn’t hear anything in return, he shuffled back sadly to the kitchen where his father set up the table for dinner.

“Hey, did you ask her?” Tou-san inquired as he set down some chopsticks.

“I did, but I don’t think she liked the idea. Y/N locked herself in the bathroom and refused to come out.”

Tou-san saw Mirio’s wilted face and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe it’s better to wait a while before asking again. Y/N probably has her reasons why she said no. If she decides not to join us, she can have dinner later.”

Eventually, Y/N ended up having dinner in her room and not coming for the rest of the night. It was disheartening, to say the least. He tossed and turned in his bed for hours before Mirio crept out into the hallway and sat on the floor nearby Y/N’s door. When she first arrived, it was hard not to notice the lights still on at 4 AM. Since then, Mirio had always made sure to keep close by in case she needed him. He never found out what haunted Y/N late at night. But he supposed the whys didn’t matter to him, just that he was still someone’s hero even without a quirk. Mostly when that someone was Y/N.

The wooden floor was a bit uncomfortable. Discomforts that Mirio disregarded in favor of sitting there. Then he started hearing whimpering coming from Y/N’s room. It was subtle enough that Mirio thought he imagined it the first couple of times he heard it. Yet, the sounds came again and again to the point he could no longer ignore them. Not wanting to jolt Y/N, which he learned not to do, Mirio carefully pried the door open to peek inside.

The room was completely dark except for the streetlights that lit the room from the open windows. He saw Y/N’s body half-covered with a blanket. The shadows hid her face, and he could now clearly hear Y/N’s stifling gasps. She let out a groan, and the sound sent chills down his spine.

He widened the door’s gap a bit further and saw Y/N’s restless movements.

“Mirio!” Y/N let out, and the covers fell away to show her hands inside her pajama shorts.

Her chest was heaving, and her right hand’s frantic yet rhythmic motions continued. Mirio knew precisely what she was doing. It was hard not to when he was a teenage boy. It seemed that Y/N remained unsatisfied because soon enough, she tugged her shorts off and tossed them near his vicinity.

Mirio gulped, seeing the flimsy cotton garments. His eyes immediately fixated on Y/N once again when she let out a keening moan.

“Please. Please,” Y/N’s legs widened to allow for a better angle. It seemed to have worked in her favor judging by the way she enthusiastically responded. He could hardly see anything except for her creamy legs and the occasional glimpse of her hand. He couldn’t see where her left hand was either since her right hand occupied her pussy. But judging from the distance, it seemed her other hand was on her breast.

All too soon, the show was over before it even began. Y/N’s body arched, gripped by an unknown pleasure, and she started chanting his name.

Mirio bit down on his own fist from making any startling noise. It all happened so fast that he felt almost like he imagined it. Because as soon as she came, Y/N collapsed and retrieved the blankets she kicked off in her hurry. She was once again making herself comfortable enough to go back to sleep. He waited for several minutes, making sure she wouldn’t move again before carefully shutting her door and hurrying back to his room. In times like these, Mirio sorely missed his quirk because it would have come in handy.

He could only blame Y/N for the way he jackhammered pumped his cock. His cum splattered all over his stomach, leaving his member feeling raw and exhausted by how hard he managed to come.

One thing for sure Y/N touching herself while saying his name was something he wouldn’t be able to forget even if he wanted to.

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He watched her eat with such an intensity that Mirio didn’t even notice the strange looks he was getting from his father. He really should be less obvious, but it was like Y/N was everywhere ever since that night. He noticed things that he never noticed before. Her nose with peppered tiny black moles or how she had a giant sweet tooth. So much so it was rare to find Y/N’s mouth unoccupied without a piece of candy.

“Mirio, are you feeling ok? You haven’t touched your food at all,” Tou-san voiced.

Y/N looked up from her plate to shoot a concerned glance his way.

He could feel his cheeks heating up when they made eye contact and feeling embarrassed, he quickly cleared his throat.

“I-I’m fine. Just not hungry.”

Well, that wasn’t true. In fact, Mirio was quite famished. But he could hardly think about food when Y/N was sitting right in front of him like she hadn’t just fingered herself while thinking of him just a few days ago. He had so many questions. Like, what did she think about specifically? When did this all start? And more importantly, what did it all mean? Mirio wasn't stupid; Y/N made her interest evident last night. But how far did it go? Was it just a means of relieving stress? Or did she like him? And if she did, what does that mean for him?

“Thank you for the meal,” Y/N murmured as she grabbed her plate and left to rinse it in the kitchen.

Mirio looked down to his see his still untouched lunch and sighed.

It would make things awkward in the house if she liked him, and he didn’t feel the same. If that was the case, he could ignore everything and pretend none of it happened. Thereby preserving their friendship. But at least he knew why Y/N was so obstinate against the adoption. It would be weird knowing you’re attracted to your newly adopted brother.

He pushed his plate away and stood up. “I think I’m done. I can’t eat another bite.”

Mirio could scarcely hear his father playfully reply as he walked away, “I’m sure you’re full after only two bites, son!”

Moreover, it was clear Y/N had a rough life living amongst the Yakuza. Still, she was so brave, trying so hard to assimilate amongst his family. There were times when he could tell Y/N was uncomfortable or there was a dark cloud hanging over her some days; even then, she was doing her best. It made her incredibly likable in his eyes, and that’s why she was so special to him.

“Y/N! Wait up, I have a question,” he hollered after her.

She did as Mirio requested, and a small smile blossomed on her face at the sight of him. He could feel his heartbeat increase, which definitely wasn’t from the short jog.

He was never someone to beat around the bush, so he immediately questioned her.

“Y/N, do you l-lik”

Well, at least he tried to, but as Mirio studied Y/N’s face, all he could hear was her throaty voice saying his name repeatedly.

She waved her hand in front of his face.

“Mirio-kun, you were about to ask me something.”

“OH, rightttt. Well, I forgot my question, so I’m just going to leave. Bye now!” he nervously chuckled before trying to dart into the nearby plaster wall. Only for him to forget he no longer had his quirk.

“Ow!” Mirio groaned and rubbed his sore forehead.

Y/N immediately went to check on him. “Here, let me see.”

Seeing her face so close made him feel incredibly tense. Goosebumps rose across his skin when she parted his blond hair to see the red bump.

“It’s not too bad. Make sure you ice it.”

In response, he clutched her hand tightly and said, “Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it.”

As he left to do just that, he didn’t need to turn back to know that Y/N’s face was just as flushed as his.

Mirio, unfortunately, didn’t hear the words that Y/N murmured as he departed.

“Hey, wait. You never asked your question,” she said under her breath before disappointedly going back to her room.

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She didn’t think it was possible to like someone so much. Not after what she had been through. Not after what the last man she trusted did to her. But it was impossible to ignore Mirio. He was like an overwhelming, scorching sun that no one was able to avoid. At first, she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet, he remained firm until she had no choice but to return his affections. Now? Now she wanted him in every way imaginable. No. She needed him. Someone like her didn’t deserve him. Mirio warranted a kind and loving person just like him. Not a woman who was so toxic that she sucked everyone in like a black hole by her bitterness.

Y/N’s desire for him grew uncontrollable day by day. Each night she ended it with his name on her lips. Sometimes when she laid in her bed in the aftermath, she wished he would overhear her. Because Y/N knew he would wait out his nights outside of her room. So, she hoped he would hear and eventually join her. But of course, it was just wishful thinking.

The last few days, though, Mirio was acting weird ever since he asked about adoption. She hoped that he would return to normal if she pretended everything was fine. However, that didn’t come to pass. Now he has forced her hand. Y/N didn’t want to do this. She was hoping to avoid this exact thing. She also didn’t want to become his sister of all things, so desperate times called for desperate measures. By tonight Mirio would know precisely how she felt for him.

Y/N was used to late nights plagued by nightmares. This time though, she waited until she heard the footsteps of Togata-san, and finally, Mirio’s lighter footsteps creeping up the stairwell. She gave it a few more hours for everyone to fall asleep before carefully peeling away her covers and making her way out of the room. She never ventured farther than her room because she wasn’t comfortable enough to intrude on other people’s space. Yet, Y/N knew by heart that Mirio’s room was the second one on the right. So, she crept slowly and let herself into his darkened room. It took a couple of minutes for her eyes to adjust, but eventually, she could make out Mirio sleeping on his bed. She inched herself on the bed, cringing when the springs squeaked from her weight. Y/N peeked a glance at Mirio, who seemed to be unaffected, and she sighed in relief.

Adjusting herself carefully, she removed the blanket from his person. Though he was clearly in a deep slumber, she should have known to expect the bulge in his pajamas. Whenever he conversed with her, she tried hard not to notice the impressive swell in his jeans many times before. But it was hard not to when judging by just the outline of how awe-inspiring it would be in person. Finally, Y/N's curiosity would be laid to rest. She slid down his pajama pants, making sure not to jolt Mirio.

In her honest opinion, penises were weird as hell. Because she only had prior experience with one guy, she assumed they all looked the same. Looking at Mirio’s, though, she couldn’t help but find it cute. It was thicker like she suspected but shorter when flaccid. It was companied by small, trimmed tuffs of blond hair. Not wanting to waste time, Y/N immediately licked the tip and engulfed as much as she could in her mouth, and sucked. All the while keeping an eye on Mirio who’s eyebrow furrowed at the contact before relaxing once again. It took everything within her not to let her eyes roll back and moan at the taste of him. There was a certain tanginess to his pre-cum, reminding her of a bit of pineapple, and she loved pineapples. The flavor just served to encourage her, and she continued to suck, hollowing her cheeks. Unfortunately, as much as she was enjoying herself with his cock in her mouth. She didn’t come in here to give him an impromptu blowjob.

It took a bit of maneuvering on her part, but she managed to remove the shorts she usually wore to bed as well as shimmying out of the panties she had on. Just the sheer anticipation of what she was about to do made her cunt glisten with wetness, and so she didn’t hesitate in taking his erect member and inserting in one go.

Y/N choked with emotions when she felt Mirio fill her to the brim. God, he felt perfect. No, he was perfect. She took a minute to gather her composure and tried to calm her harsh breathing despite being overwhelmed. While she wanted to put her hands and balance on his shoulders, Y/N didn’t think she could handle that without waking him up. So, instead, she opted to place her hands on the bed and started to rock. Slow and steady as she attempted not to create too much bounce for the bed springs to react. Then when Y/N was confident enough, she twisted her hips to move them in circular motions just the way she liked it.

She took a minute to thank Kami-sama; she wasn’t a virgin because if she were, the tight fit would have been unquestionably painful. His thick cock rubbed against her vaginal walls creating the most delicious friction, causing her mouth to unknowingly water. She swallowed back the saliva, lest she started drooling and made a mess of herself.

She pulled back a bit, causing the thick head of his cock to slip out of her before grabbing it to reenter. Y/N tried to bite down on her lip to contain any noises, but she couldn’t help whimpers and gasps as the head penetrated the sensitive opening once more.

The movement and noises caused Mirio to stir and mumble incoherently. She waited anxiously for his blue eyes to open and gaze upon her accusingly. He only drifted back to sleep a few seconds later. So, she continued her slow and hypnotizing rhythm. It made her want to cry out of pure frustration. Hoping she wasn’t risking too much. Y/N backed up and then slammed herself on his cock. Despite the tingling sensation, she again waited for Mirio’s reaction. Who seemed to moan in his sleep before settling down once more. So, she attempted to bounce several times, each waiting in increments to see if he would react. Feeling satisfied that he was a deep sleeper, she vigorously started working up and down Mirio’s cock. Throwing all caution to the wind, the bed started squealing, and her moans became unrestrained.

Y/N knew that when she had come up with her little plan, it would involve Mirio eventually waking up. There was no way she was going to be able to continue without him noticing. But even she was caught off guard when he suddenly awoke with a gasp as Y/N shoved herself back on his member.

Mirio seemed taken back to see her.

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” he hoarsely asked.

She bit her lip, watching him cautiously to see what he would do. But Mirio just kept staring; his eyes widened like he couldn’t believe she was there on top of him.

So, taking a chance, Y/N leisurely started riding him and clutching his taut bicep.

“M-mirio.” she gasped.

Wildly he gaped at her face before watching riveted at the junction where his member disappeared inside her cunt.

“You see that baby? I’m fucking you,” she choked out as her walls fluttered around his cock.

His heated gaze made her feel shivers throughout her body.

“And I’m going to continue to fuck you until you come inside of me.”

Knowing his undivided attention wasn’t about to go anywhere, Y/N reached down to her t-shirt and tugged it off her. She made sure not to wear a bra before coming to his room. Her pebbled peaks stood at attention, and she eagerly placed Mirio’s hands on her chest.

Y/N felt him swipe his thumbs over her nipples and squeeze generously. Emboldened, Y/N increased her pace, and that really set him off. His groans seemed to echo along with the noisy mattress.

And when she purposely squeezed her muscles around him, he howled her name with ecstasy.

“Like that, huh? Every night I thought of you like this. And now you’re all mine.”

She leaned over and captured his lips. Even when she felt him tremble and frantically thrust back, Y/N held his face steady, kissing him lovingly. And when he finally lost control and bucked into her warm cunt. He painted her insides white, and she could feel the warmness emanating from his cum. Long ago, this feeling disgusted her, but with Mirio, it felt right. She felt elated, knowing that a piece of him was inside of her.

He slumped on the bed, breathing harshly like he just ran a marathon. Sadly, for Mirio, Y/N still hadn’t managed to get herself off, which meant it wasn’t over yet.

He eyed her blearily as she once again rose and let out a guttural groan as she went in deep.

“Y/N, please stop. I can’t. It’s too much,” he urged.

Y/N ignored his pleas to chase her own pleasure instead. Mirio could only watch helplessly as she rode his overstimulated cock. He feasted on the sight of Y/N parting her vaginal lips and trace slow circles on the clit.

Everything was just right, his eyes on her just like she deserved, her clit properly stimulated, and his cock that felt divine. Her orgasms, when she indulged herself, were build up like a crescendo, slow and steady with a significant impact. But this time, it hit her like a freight train. Her eyes watered from the sheer strength of it and her body bucked, unable to help its contortions. Y/N collapsed on top of Mirio and clutched him like a life preserver. It took several minutes for the aftershocks to completely stop as she was still grinding against him to prolong her orgasm. But she finally managed to look up from her exhaustion; there was a film of sweat surrounding both of their body. It stuck to his skin and made Mirio seem like he was glowing.

The two stared at each other, not knowing what to say. Knowing that no words could explain her actions, Y/N kissed his lips once. And several times more when he didn’t pull or push her away. They kissed leisurely, and Mirio pulled her body close.

“Mirio I-… I,” Y/N whispered. “I love you. I love you so much I can barely breathe sometimes.”

Mirio only tightened his grip on her and soothed Y/N as she drifted to sleep.

The last thing she felt was Mirio kissing her forehead and whispering something that suspiciously sounded like, “well, I guess that answers my question.”

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kiribakuhappiness · 3 years

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Oh! Follow up question to the other one: We know Bakugou’s personality would be practically the same. But would anything- other than his personality(?)- change if he were to he adopted by a couple of Pro-Heroes? (god- he would probably turn out so much stronger. I can practically hear the explosions already…)

Hmm, it would definitely depend on the type of people the Pro-Heroes are!

I honestly can't even imagine the sheer strength that Katsuki would have if he were to have started such intense hero training at an even younger age... I already have trouble understanding how he doesn't end up being the #1 hero in Horikoshi's canon world, let alone in an AU setting where he's got extra guidance and proper in-depth training.

I guess it would all depend on how these Pro-Heroes interacted with Katsuki. He doesn't take advice from superiors lightly - he already believes that he's the best and that he knows best, and everything learned from everyone else were merely suggestions that he made the conscious decision to adapt to become better, rather than because he respected the person giving him the suggestion.

Katsuki is so fucking smart. Analytical, a problem solver, someone with outstanding critical thinking skills, who is quick on his feet and reckless with his decision making and how he chooses to execute What Needs To Be Done, no matter the cost or the consequences. He's self-righteous and yet at the same time incredibly self-sacrificing.

I think a good example of someone who he respects, yet someone who doesn't get all up in his face or try to be buddies with him, and some people you can compare your Pro-Heroes to are Aizawa-sensei and (while they've never met canonically, I don't believe) Miruko.

While Katsuki admires All Might, I sometimes get the feeling that he doesn't really... like him? Ahaha, or that he gets annoyed with him sometimes! I get the sense that he admires All Might's courage, his inability to back down, the way he always always comes out on top and wins!

But All Might, or more specifically Toshinori, has tried on many ocassions to reach out to Katsuki. To comfort him while he's crying, to try and say all the right things, to help him understand some of the things haunting him, and yet (despite a brief consideration following the Deku vs. Kacchan fiasco) Katsuki isn't all that receptive to his outreach.

He pushes Toshinori and his advice away when he failed his first training module, he reprimands Toshinori and Deku multiple times for their obviousness, their ignorance, and their obliviousness when handling certain situations, and while it probably means a lot to him that Toshinori has given him some really nice compliments, he doesn't ever actually acknowledge them or - more likely - accepts them. It's like meeting a lifelong role model only to find out, oh, they're a human being as well, just like me, with flaws and annoying traits who make mistakes and have things they also need to work on to become better.

But his relationship with Aizawa-sensei is so very subtle, so drastically different, and I appreciate it so much - I know Aizawa-sensei does it on purpose, because despite their somewhat lack of interactions, Aizawa-sensei wholeheartedly stood up for Katsuki during the LOV situation, implanted trust in his student that he was a hero and nothing less.

When Katsuki first came to Yuuei, he was already running on confidence-fumes following the disheartening reality that his quirk wasn't enough to save him from the Sludge Villain (that there are, in fact, forces in this world more powerful than himself. That he isn't invincible).

One of the scenes I really love is when they're at training camp, and Aizawa-sensei specifically chooses Katsuki to re-throw his ball from their exercise during the first day of school. Katsuki does, and his world is knocked off its center when he's barely made any progress at all in strengthening his quirk. All that training, after six whole months and one sports festival later, he's still somewhere along the lines of being back where he started.

I believe Aizawa-sensei did this on purpose. To show Katsuki that he's already powerful, but that if he wants to get better, wants to improve and be the best, then he needs to work even harder or the results just won't be there. Aizawa-sensei watches from the sidelines. He doesn't meddle or intervene, doesn't try to lecture Katsuki about who he is and why he should change (like Best Jeanist tries to do). He knows Katsuki is who he is, and he also knows that he doesn't have to soften up to be a great hero because Aizawa-sensei himself is not friendly or smiley with the media or anything like that and even still he manages to be an incredible hero (one of the very best, in my opinion), but that he recognizes that Katsuki is fighting with himself moreso than he's fighting with anyone else, and that's where he tries to help him the most.

I think if your Pro-Hero family wants to have a positive impact on Katsuki, they need to be accepting of his attitude, open to his way of thinking and how he chooses to express himself, because any form of resistance or adament need for 'change' will no-doubt just lead to conflict and more internal spiraling that would probably only entice him to push them further away. I really think that's why he struggles so much with Deku. Because he doesn't want to change. He likes who he is. He wants to be a foul-mouthed badass AND the most amazing hero the world has ever seen, simultaneously.

I don't mean to toot my own horn here or anything, but I think I did a fairly good job of covering a lot of Katsuki's internal thoughts and behaviors regarding how he interacts with his parents and his friends in Hail to the King and Queen (at least that's what I've been told by some readers) so that, along with the fic mentioned in the previous ask regarding Katsuki's relationship with his parents, I think should give you a decent look into the mind of what it would be like to Successfully Raise Bakugou Katsuki and how those influences might be affected depending on the way your Pro-Hero parents end up treating him!

I hope this helps as well! I'm really excited to read it when you're done! 😁

#ahhh I love that we're psychoanalyzing Katsuki on this fine day #he's so rich and full of complex emotions #love that for him #not for him obviously the poor boy needs like at least ONE therapy session please #but for someone who likes to white knuckle his way through life #I think he's doing pretty okay for himself!#bakugou katsuki #bnha #asks

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jangofctts · 4 years

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Madness (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Smut, handjobs, language, sex, creampies, Poe Dameron is a warning in its self, slight description of blood/injury

A/N: sorry that this is a day late y’all. I'm v sick and high on nyquill yehaww brothers

This is not your fault.

Oh, Stars, but it is.

You bury your fingers, blackened with motor oil, into your hair and fold into yourself. You wish you could disappear. Wouldn't that be a fucking miracle and a half? You spare another glance at the destroyed droid and with a despaired wail, you bury your face into your knees again.

What the fuck were you thinking?

See, it started out fine, like most things do. But of course, like always, it turned out to be a real garbage fire. No, not even that. It was worse than a garbage fire. All you wanted to do was help out, and with the slowly dwindling amount of pilots available, you are pushed to the side. No pilots, no mechanics.

Droid maintenance is not your forte, but Kaydel Ko had specifically asked for your help and of course being the blubbering mess you are, you couldn't say no. All it took was a sweet, helpless smile and then boom! Here you are, stuck with a First Order droid with a processing chip all but fucking obliterated.

You thought it'd be easy to rewire the little BB unit, but the spunky little thing had its very own arsenal of weapons. Your legs and hands are a mess of electrical burns and tiny slashes that sting much worse than a papercut and steadily ooze blood. It would absolutely not stay still, so you resorted to a makeshift prison made out of duct tape and bungee chords until you could sort of pry into the droid's mainframe. You toyed with one wire at most and the droid spun its little head around, knocked the tweezers clean out of your hand, tore three more wires and with a disheartening woop; exploded in your face.

You aren't really thinking straight the moment you decide that hiding the blasted thing would be a grand idea. So, with your face covered in black soot and your hands bordering being numb, you scoop the destroyed droid up and sprint out of the base. You do have some luck, you figure. You run into nobody in the hallways leading outside; no one to see your absolute disaster that you plan on chucking into the dense forest.

You beeline towards the X-Wings and just as you think that you'd finally, finally be done with this whole mess, your worst nightmare appears.

Poe Dameron in all his neon orange jumpsuited glory steps out behind the body of his X-Wing. Right in your path of destruction. It's inevitable, really. The first syllable of watch out is barely out of your mouth before he even comprehends you're there and then you're crashing into him, faster than fucking lightspeed.

The resounding 'oof' as you barrel into him will no doubt haunt your dreams, and you have just enough time to watch as the droid bounces on the ground, spraying sparks everywhere, then disappear into the underbrush, before Poe collapses on you. At least one of your problems is solved.

"What the hell?"

You would ask the same thing, but the entirety of Poe's weight focused on your back is doing a splendid job of crushing your lungs. Your hand shoots back and slaps at whatever it can. "P-poe! Can't breath!"

"Aw, shit. Sorry, kid."

You heave in precious air once he unravels himself out of the pickle you've put yourself in and before you know it, he hooks an arm underneath your armpit and hauls you up. He takes one good look at you, up and down, and has to bite his lip to keep his smile away. Not like it does much good.

"You—uh—ok, kid?" He coughs, trying real hard.

You throw your hands up. "Oh! Go ahead and laugh! That's all I'm good for anyway!"

What little pride you have left rapidly dwindles but as his shoulders shake in uncontrollable laughter that morphs into one of those laughs where you can't breathe, you can't help but smile yourself. Poe's glee is contagious (even if you are the butt of it) and you're glad you can give him some comedic relief. The days are getting darker, more friends are dying, and it's harder to put on a smile, even for Poe. It's a rare and special moment to provide some momentary happiness.

Eventually his chuckles taper off. He's folded over, clutching his stomach as tears shine at the corners of his eyes. "You—you!"

Another fit of giggles consume him after taking another peek at your face. "Wha—what ha-happened?"

You huff and cross you arms over your chest. Try as you might to appear irked, a lopsided grin still lines your face. "That is none of your business."

Poe wipes at his eyes and stands, his chest still heaving. "You're the one who tackled me. The least you could do is tell me."

"I did not tackle you," you scoff. "You were in the way!"

He's still smiling as he shakes his head. "Yeah, whatever. Kaydel Ko asked you to rewire that FO droid, right?"

You grimace. "No."

He raises a brow and ruffles your unruly hair. "Sure, kid."

Poe takes a glance at where the droid launched into the trees and points. "C'mon, I think it went over there."

To your horror he seizes your upper arm and drags you forward. Oh. nonononono. You dig your heels in but Poe is persistent and you're quickly coming to terms with your impeding doom and ridicule, so you let him take you.

It's easy to find. The droid is still smoking and sparking, looking oh so sad nestled between a tree and a large fern. Poe starts laughing again.

"The hell d'you do to the poor thing? Run it over with a pod-racer?"

"Something like that," you mumble.

Poe scoops it up and the damage looks even more devastating when he's holding it. You chew your lip and sigh as he hands it back. "Thanks, I guess."

With an amused 'mhm' he once again places a hand on your shoulder and wheels you out of the forest. You don't mean to tense up (a force of habit really) as his thumb whispers over your shoulder blade, but the damage is done and his hand drops. You want to wack yourself with a stick.

You pause by his X-Wing. "Hey, I'm sorry for, y'know tackling you. Also, th-thank you..."

He flashes you a smile and shrugs. "No biggie, Sparky."

You scowl. "Don't call me that."

That pulls out another laugh and then he's staring at you. Those big brown eyes, so warm and deep like the richness of the soil, capture yours as if they have their own gravitational pull. All grasp on words slip your mind and you're left to wrestle with your tongue into saying something. Why is he looking at you like that?

"I can help."

You blink. "What?"

"With the droid, I mean," he offers. You swear you can see the skin underneath his collar flush red. Poe Dameron blushing. Hm.

You have absolutely no clue why you agree, but his bright smile is enough to launch your heart against your ribcage.

"Great. I'll let Kaydel know we'll have it done by tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" You squeak. Fat chance.

Before you can argue, he ruffles your hair again and shoots off. "Meet you at 1900 in maintenance!"

You glance down at the droid. The hole in its head sparks. "Oh, Stars."

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You're pacing by the time 1850 rolls around, your stomach a mess of knots and twists. You don't want Poe Dameron to help you. In fact, you don't want him here at all!

You're clean at least. The black soot covering your face was a bitch to scrub off and there's still some of it hiding in the lines of your skin, but it's the best you can do. Not that you care. Well, you shouldn't care what Poe thinks. You know each other—scratch that. You know him from the years spent in the Resistance, because, well, he's Poe Dameron. As for yourself, you're 99.9 percent positive the only reason he happens to know your name is because there's only fifteen of you still alive following the aftermath of Crait. Kinda hard not to know your fellow survivors.

You never minded it. You're used to being alone, pushed to the side where you could blend in like a shadow. Really, it's the only reason why you managed to escape the First Order. No one paid you half a mind when you slipped inside that ship and piloted away. Well...you were shot at shortly after, but that's not important.

You're not paying attention--lost inside your head again when the blast doors swoosh open. You don't even fucking see him until you collide head on for the second time today. With a strangled yelp, you both stumble and trip over a flailing limb here and a hidden wire there. The whole debacle ends up with you smacking the back of your head devastatingly hard on the duracrete floor and with Poe's entire weight once again crushing down on your chest cavity.

"Holy shit, Sparky," he groans. His head is nestled in the crook of your neck and if you weren't seeing stars spinning in your fucking orbit, you'd have the decency to be embarrassed. "You trying to kill me?"

"Un-Unsuc-successfully," you wheeze. "How-how m'I doing?"

He pulls away just a fraction, hovering so close that you feel his nose brush against yours. "A for effort. Though, I don't think you're really cut out to be an assassin. Might wanna reconsider that career path."

"Agreed."

Fuck. Your head is pounding. You don't even get to enjoy the way Poe feels pressed against you, or how good he smells. Maker, he smells good, something warm and woodsy, but fuck, you are in so much pain. Are you bleeding? You're pretty sure you're bleeding.

"Did you hit your head?" He asks, his plush lips twitching into a frown. He still hasn't moved from the current position of lying between your legs and it makes everything worse.

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine," he huffs. "I heard your head smack the ground, Sparky. Lemme see it."

Poe peels himself off of you and tugs you into a sitting position. You reel and squeeze your eyes shut as nausea punches through your gut and the edges of your vision go a bit fuzzy. Damn, you really did not plan on getting a concussion today, nor have Poe Dameron be the one to patch you up.

He sits behind you and as his calloused fingers sweep across the back of your neck, you tense up. Poe hesitates then, his fingertips ghost above the skin, barely there and you try to relax. Years spent in an organization where corporal punishment is encouraged will surely make one hesitant of touch and try as you might, it's a hard habit to curve.

"I'm just checking to see if you're bleeding," Poe says softly noting your tension. "Is that ok?"

You nod and wave his concerns away. "Yeah, s'fine."

He cradles the back of your neck in one calloused palm while the other gently cards through your hair. He sucks in an audible wince and icy panic floods your veins. He must sense your apprehension because his thumb unconsciously begins to rub tiny circles onto your skin.

"Don't freak out... But you have a teeny, tiny cut," he tells you. "Microscopic, really."

You're gonna die. Maker, you're gonna die because of that stupid fucking droid. You're going to smash that fucker into smithereens even if it's the last thing you do. You try and move, eyes locked on the piece of junk across the room, but Poe is hurriedly pushing you back down.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!" His hands are like metal clamps on your shoulders and you grunt in irritation. "Just sit. I'll go get a medkit. Nothing a little bacta won't fix."

He's right. You're overreacting, but that droid's beady little eye seems to sparkle with smug satisfaction at your demise. You glare and swear revenge.

Behind you, Poe runs to the wall where the kit hangs and hurries back with the spray on bacta canister. You barely feel it coat the back of your skull and then he's done. "See, I told you. It's already healing."

"Wow, thank the Maker that the joke of the Resistance is saved," you sigh. You reach up to touch the dully throbbing area but Poe smacks your hand away. "Ow!"

"Don't touch it." He chides.

You roll your eyes and turn your head to face him and jut a thumb over your shoulder, "How long do I have to wait until we get to fixing that piece of shit over there."

Poe blinks, glances at the droid then back to you. "I dunno, half an hour?"

"Half—Poe! Are you serious?" You hiss. "We're going to be here all night!"

The pilot has the audacity to shrug. You want to throttle him. "It's not like we have anywhere to be."

You open your mouth to protest, but once again he's right. You scowl and glare at the frayed laces of your boot. This is officially, the worst day you've ever had.

A prolonged silence, a bit awkward and filled with your obvious irritation, blankets the room. Poe has enough sense not to prod at your buttons and settles down to your right. Your head is starting to feel much better at least.

It continues like this. Neither of you speak for the better part of ten minutes and then, quietly, almost to too quiet, he says;

"You're not a joke, y'know."

Your brows furrow together and you pause. You look up and he's got that warm, familiar look again and it only brings a dull ache that eats away inside your chest. Part of you wants to agree, but that dark and nasty other part that lurks deep in your chest lashes it's claws out at the thought. He doesn't know you—doesn't know the pain you've been through. You don't want his pity.

You look away. "I...I don't think you know who I am, Poe."

Your teeth bite the inside of your cheek as you pick at the skin along your fingernails. You can feel his eyes crawl over your face and you do everything in your power not to catch his eye because tears are starting to prick at your eyes. Maker, why are you crying? This situation, in its entirety, is beyond stupid.

He says your name, your full name and the air in your lungs seizes. "I know you. You were a Lieutenant in the First Order before you came to us. I remember the day you arrived too."

You spare him a glance and he smiles.

"I remember 'cause that janky Xi-class you were piloting was blasted to hell and you somehow managed to park it without killing anyone. And then—this is my favorite part—you walk out, still in your uniform and you go 'I do hope I don't have to pay for parking'. And then you collapse face first onto the ground." Poe's chuckling as a blush flushes up to your ears. You recall. Vividly.

You snort and rub at your chin. "It wasn't all that amazing."

"Sparky, you stole a First Order ship and flew to a Rebel base. That's pretty ballsy."

You shrug.

"I also remember that time you tricked out Jess's rig with those mods. Me and Snap were jealous for weeks. And that time you spilled caf all over Leia's datapac. Remember that?" Poe says. His hand inches closer your knee. "And when you gave her that replacement one, all those ads about male enhancement pills and 'hot Twi'leks near YOU' kept popping up?"

"Arhg!" You cry, burying your face into your hands. You're pretty sure at this point you could fry an egg on your face from how hot your skin feels. "That was so fucking embarrassing. I-I can't—why would—ahg!"

"Kid, that was the funniest thing I've ever seen."

"That still makes me the butt of every joke! And I still can't even fix a droid properly!" You wail. "Or how about that time I dropped a crate of explosives? I might as well throw myself in a trash compactor."

Before you can even fucking blink, Poe's hands snatch up yours and hold them so firmly you have no choice but to look at him. "Sparky, listen to me."

You quite like the color of his eyes you come to find. A honeyed caramel, so rich that it'd take years to explore the countless layers. There's no malice, no hidden motives you can detect. Just pure, unrefined kindness and hope and—Stars, he's gorgeous.

His thumbs run across the slopes of your knuckles and it's electrifying. "You are one of the only people keeping the Resistance together."

"Bu-"

"Shut up. I'm not done."

You mouth zips shut

"You focus so much on the bad that you don't realize how much you contribute," he says with a gentle smile. "You maybe aren't the best with droids, but people? Sparky, so many of us look to you for hope. I know it's cheesy, but you really do brighten a room with your smile."

A tear trails down the curve of your cheek and he's quick to cradle your jaw and swipe it away with the pad of his thumb. "I don't know what we would—what I would do without you."

"Poe," his name comes out shaky and soft and you know he can feel your blush under his palm, "I—I...thank you."

His eyes flicker down to your parted mouth and then he brushes his thumb across the seam of your bottom lip. He leans in close enough that you can feel his lips just graze yours, warm breath fanning over your chin, and your eyes flutter shut.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers against your lips. Fuck, he is so infuriatingly perfect, isn't he?

"Yes." Maker, yes, yes, yes. That shouldn't even be a question.

The first kiss is fleeting. An innocent peck that flings open the gaping maw of your desire. Your hand shoots up, tangles in the thick curls atop his head and you drag him closer. He groans into your mouth, grabs at your neck and tilts your head, deepening the kiss. His tongue, hot and wet sweeps over your bottom lip and you readily open your mouth and let your tongue glide over his.

He's playful; breaking away to catch your bottom lip between his teeth, then releasing to hook the tip of his tongue into your top lip then swoop in for a lingering kiss. It's impossible to keep up—he dances to his own tune while you stumble along. There's no lack of enthusiasm on your part however and he isn't bothered in the slightest by the occasional bump of your nose or when the hard enamel of your teeth click together. Your whole juxtaposition changes, and you suddenly want to thank that dumb droid. You'd break a thousand of them if it meant you could continue forever on like this.

Poe eventually leans away, the hand tangled in your hair firm so that you're still only a hairsbreadth apart, carefully lowering himself down until you hover above him. His warm hand that leaves a burning trail down your waist, hooks around your thigh and helps tug your leg over his hips. You pull back to suck in air that's suddenly so difficult to inhale and Stars—he's a sight to see. Those lovely black curls are wild and untamed, his plush lips swollen and pouty because you won't give him another taste of your mouth. His chest heaves and your breath stutters as he plants his hands on the swell of your hips, thumb pressing lightly against the outcrop of bone there.

"Maker, you're gorgeous..." You murmur. You lean down and nestle your head in the crook of his neck, lips seeking out the soft skin above his collar. You trail your lips across the curve of his throat and as your teeth catch his earlobe then lick at the small divot behind his ear, a soft groan leaves his mouth.

"Are-aren't I the one—fuck," his hips twitch as you mouth beneath his stubbled jaw, "s'posed to say that?"

You grin and pull him into an opened mouth kiss. His tongue pulls yours into the wet heat of his mouth and sucks lightly. With a whine, your hips stutter forward as fiery heat trickles into your belly. You can feel the growing bulge in his pants, pressing against your inner thigh and shit—you need him.

Your hips rock forward on their own volition and Poe is quickly there to support as his hands grip you tighter and drag you down harder. He props his knees up and with a sharp moan and digs his clothed cock into the apex of your thighs. The fabric of your pants catches on your clit and it's good. Dry fucking Poe Dameron is a wish come fucking true, but it's not enough.

Poe's smirking as his fingers toy with the buckle of his belt. "You wanna take a ride, Sparky?"

You punch him in the arm.

"Ow!" he pouts. "What was that for?"

"Don't say that shit to me ever again."

His warm chuckle echoes through the room and sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. "What if I ask if you wanna ride my cock reeeal nice and slow? Feel how hot and tight your cunt is when you sink down onto me. You wan't me to say that?"

Paired with his voice, his strong hands grab your ass and roll his hips up into you and you're done for. You melt into his chest, whining out your affirmations and you don't care how he's already got you wrapped so tightly around his fucking finger.

"Take these off." He purrs, skimming his fingertips over the waistband of your trousers.

Somehow you manage to escape your boots and shuck your pants off through the haze of your arousal. When you return, he's got his pants halfway over his knees, pristine white shirt haphazardly torn open revealing the beautiful expanse of tan skin peppered with dark hair. You straddle his thighs, eyeing the tent in his boxers that leaves little to the imagination and the heat in the pit of your stomach swells.

Poe shoots you a coy grin and sweeps a hand down. He grips his cock, still hidden beneath the confines of his boxers, and gives it a teasing stroke. "You want me?"

"Poe," You whine. Stars, he's making this difficult.

He's smug as he slowly, to the point of teasing, tugs down his boxers with his other hand and eases out his cock. It's gorgeous like the rest of him, deliciously thick and curving towards his navel. Precum shines at the head that's flushed a deep maroon, darker than the rest of his sunkissed skin. You're mesmerized with the way he strokes himself; lazy and gentle, focusing on the head then dipping down to squeeze at the base.

His cock bounces as he lets go and snatches your hand that's lying limp over his hip. He guides it over the searing flesh and it feels like velvet covering reinforced durasteel. He swears as your thumb rubs over the head of his cock, wiping away the bead of liquid that pools there. You circle your fingers around his length and stroke down to cup his balls and he juts his hips into your hand.

Fuck. You want to suck him off. Feel him shake and twitch under your tongue and cum down your throat. Yet, as his fingers trail up your inner thigh and pass through the slick folds of your cunt, you are vividly reminded where else you want him.

"Shit," he breaths, circling your clit with the tip of his forefinger. "You're dripping."

Poe probes further, curling his fingers into your cunt, juuust pushing into your entrance until his fingers are shiny and slick with your arousal. He pulls back and you groan at the loss.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth and moans. Fuck, why is that so hot? It shouldn't be. "Can I eat you out, Sparky?"

He's digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass, tempting you closer and Maker it sounds good, but—"Later. Fuck me instead."

Poe's lips curl into a wicked smile. "Are you sure?"

His fingers return to your the soaking flesh between your legs and thumb at your swollen clit. You shudder, quickly catching his wrist. "Please."

"Fine," he grumbles. "Later."

Finally, you think as you hold his cock loosely and grind your slick folds against it. He makes a punched out sound when you raise your hips and move the blunt tip to your entrance. You slowly let him sink in, a long stuttered groan falling past his lips at the feel of your hot, tight walls stretching around his cock. Your own breath catches in your chest and you dig your nails into chest, leaving behind tiny crescent shaped dents.

—oh—shit—holy fucking shit.

His cock is catching every ridge and curve until the back of your thighs are seated on his. His eyes are squeezed shut and little gasps, as if he were in pain, are tumbling out every time you twitch around him. He's thick—deliciously so, and when you raise your hips and slide back down, his cock drags against your walls and presses in deep. You grind your hips down, catching your clit on his pubic bone and wildfire spreads throughout your whole frame.

"Ah, fuck," he moans. He gives your hips a squeeze and pulls you against him harder, guiding you into a slow, steady pace. "You fe-feel good. Knew-knew you would."

At this point you're hardly doing any work despite being on top; he has his knees propped up behind you and thrusts up into you then drags you back down by your hips. You're loosing your fucking mind like this. One of his hands drifts down and reaches for your clit, his middle finger stroking against the slick bundle of nerves and the fire in your belly quickly spreads down all the way to your toes. You're shaking, panting sharply, and Poe continues to toy with your clit paired with the even rolling of his hips.

"You gonna cum on my cock, Sparky?" Poe huffs out, grabbing a handful of your asscheek. "Yeah, just...just like that. Cum for me."

Your back arches and everything seizes up tighter than a fucking clamp, and with another pass along your aching clit, you burst hot and wet around his cock. With a hoarse cry, your core clenches and spasms through each one of his thrusts, stretching out your pleasure.

In one smooth, fluid move, Poe sits up and pushes you forward until your back hits the ground and he's towering over you. His hand is buried in your hair, cradling the sensitive area but you're still riding your high to notice the pain. With his free hand he hooks the back of your knee and folds it over his shoulder. Stars, you didn't even know your leg went up this far and when he roughly thrusts into you, the air in your lungs is sucked out and replaced with a strangled wheeze.

"You like that?"

You claw at his bicep as he kneels up and pounds down into you, hitting that heavenly spot within you. Your eyes roll back and Poe curls over you to nuzzle into your damp skin, teeth digging into the exposed skin above the collar of your shirt you never bothered taking off. His thrusts are slowly reaching the pace you need him to go and you bury your fingers in his hair and pull. His moan vibrates over your skin.

"Harder." You order. "P-Poe. I-I n-need—"

Poe digs his teeth in between the junction of your shoulder, slips his cock nearly all the way out of your cunt, then slams it back in deep. It's fast and brutal, and you can hear your flesh slap together, hear the obscene squelching noice your cunt makes from how wet you are. Your face burns in embarrassment, but he's hitting something so devastatingly wonderful that you don't really give a shit.

He's grunting in your ear, whispering praise—how wet you are and how perfect you whine and beg for him. He's plowing into you and you're close. So close to the edge again.

"Fuck," he growls, "m'gonna cum. Where—where do—"

"Anywhere," you gasp, arching into him. "In-in me. Cum inside."

Poe's hips stutter. The fist in your hair tightens and he rocks his hips into three—maybe four times before the muscles in your back stiffen and everything blurs and goes out of focus. White hot pleasure rips you apart, floods each cell with razor sharp heat as your body convulses in ecstasy.

He's hissing out swears between his clenched teeth, as his hips jolt and grinds himself balls deep inside you. Poe captures your lips and feel him pulse and throb, chest heaving, as his load, thick and hot, spurts into you and coats your walls.

Poe keeps you pinned there as his hips shallowly rock into you, savoring the last dregs of his orgasm as you catch your breath. He stills and you two lay there, filling the room with your gentle pants. Your knee slips off his shoulder and he moves to plant a lazy kiss on the corner of your mouth and pulls out. His cum trickles out after and drips down your slit but you're too spent to care right now.

He lifts his head that's resting on your sternum. "How's your head, Sparky?"

"Wha—oh." Truth is you hardly feel it now. The bacta truly does work wonders. "S'fine. Never better."

He shoots you a dashing smile, the gap in his teeth and his boyish air makes your head spin. "Wanna take me out for another spin, then?"

"Poe!"

And the droid never did get fixed...Oh well...

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #star wars #the rise of skywalker #fanfic #itsspacecowboys #this is disgusTANG beware #probably doesn't make sense cuz I'm sick af but eh #smut

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Hi yes mix-and-match anon so if you're still interested in the asofterworld version of the prompt when I said 31 I meant 31 off of your old asw promptlist which translates to asw 621. If not interested this is just a hi glad you're active on tumblr again! I still love your writing!

A/N: Hello, mix-and-match anon! :D

I’ll be honest, I’m kinda cheating here because I’ve been kinda wanting to write this particular fic (or some iteration of this particular fic) for a while but I didn’t quite know how to construct it. However your prompt finally launched me in a direction even though it’s definitely drifted away from the prompt itself so thank you! I hope you enjoy even though it’s still kinda rough and I’ll probably be editing it over the next couple of days to make it more coherent and less of a bloated run on mess.

meeting and incidents unraveled

Haruno Sakura is not oblivious to the blessings and advantages she has in life.

Caring and supportive parents, a stable home life with all of her needs and a majority of her wants met. Tuition at a good school with an intellect and self-discipline to make the most of it. Pretty enough looks to be, if not popular, then well liked among her peers.

She also is not oblivious to the sort of future all of that will give her.

Acceptance at whichever university she chooses, leading to a solid, successful career in whatever field she chooses. Kind and caring relationships paving their way to a kind and caring marriage. A caring, supportive, stable future just as caring, supportive, and stable as her past.

How boring.

But she doesn't have it in her to rebel and break away, grateful for those blessings and advantages for all that they keep her on a track. There's nothing wrong with success and stability. She's not oblivious to that, at least.

She just wishes for something a little bit... more.

---

I love the way your face lights up

when someone says,

"It might be dangerous."

(I am glad we are friends.)

---

(it could have gone like this)

"Do you think she's lost?" Sakura asks her classmates, bringing their attention to the window. Clean up duties after school are hardly fun, so any distraction is a welcome one.

There's a girl standing in the shadow of the tree in the courtyard. About their age, maybe, but the school uniform doesn't match theirs at all. Almost as if she feels Sakura's gaze, the girl meets her eyes and smiles--but surely that's not right. Sakura is up on the third floor.

"What are you talking about?" Tanaka-kun asks, looking out the window and somehow failing to see. Their other classmates on clean up duty also look, but none of them spot the girl either.

"Oh, nothing," Sakura says, dropping the matter immediately. She doesn't want to be known as the weirdo who sees things that aren't there. "I can't believe Honda-sensei assigned so much homework over the weekend!" She deflects and her classmates follow the prompt easily, the new topic of conversation out of her hands.

When Sakura looks back out the window, the girl in the shadow of the tree waves.

---

Magic is better with three.

This is what Sakura learns after discovering magic is real, after discovering that she herself has magic.

Magic is better with three and magic has different Aspects and the different Aspects of magic resonate with different people.

Sakura's magic, she learns, has Aspects of Earth and Healing and Growth. Those are powerful Aspects, she's been told, she can do a lot of good with that even on her own.

But young magicians are put in teams for a reason. Magic seeks balance. The consequences of misusing magic--of overreaching with magic--are extreme at best and horrifying at worst.

Some lessons are learned the hard way.

---

(it could have gone like this)

"Oh, that's Shikako," Ino answers when Sakura finally brings it up weeks after the fact. Ino's magic has the Aspects of Mind and Flora and Adaptation which resonates nicely with Sakura's--perhaps in another world, they might have ended up on the same team, but in this particular world, well. Naruto and Sasuke are powerful magicians, but they're not very good at answering her questions...

"Shikamaru is one of my teammates," Ino continues, easily, "Shikako is his twin sister." Then her voice drops, tone a little more serious, a little more secretive. "Her Aspects never manifested."

Sakura hasn't fully absorbed all the nuances of magical culture, but this at least she can understand: without Aspects, Shikako can never use active magic.

"But she's absolutely brilliant with the academic side and she already has some research projects from the council," Ino says, quick to balance her words, and that along with the thinly veiled guilt is enough for Sakura to put the matter aside, moving on to other questions.

Still, though, it haunts her; somehow, simultaneously, in two different ways:

Shikako had been the one to find her. The girl in the shadow of the tree following a prototype magic seeker and finding a different girl who had never heard of magic, would never have known of the magic within her. Without Shikako, would she still be that magic-less boring girl destined for that magic-less boring life?

Alternatively, if Shikako had manifested her Aspects, would there even be a space for Sakura in this world of magic?

---

Uzumaki Naruto's Aspects are Sun and Belief and Present. Uchiha Sasuke's Aspects are Moon and Ambition and Past.

There was no doubt that they would be put on the same team.

Frankly, the only question was who could possibly match?

---

(it should have gone like this)

"Do you think she's lost?" Sakura asks her classmates. There's a girl standing in the shadow of the tree in the courtyard; about their age, maybe, but the school uniform doesn't match theirs at all. Almost as if she feels Sakura's gaze, the girl meets her eyes and smiles.

When it seems like none of her classmates can spot the girl in the shadow of the tree, Sakura drops the matter immediately. She doesn't want to be known as the weirdo who sees things that aren't there. She deflects and the new topic of conversation swiftly moves out of her hands.

Sakura looks back out the window, the girl in the shadow of the tree waves. Sakura exits the building, the girl in the shadow of the tree looks at her expectantly.

Sakura could ignore her and keep going--she has homework, after all--but even if she doesn't want to be known as a weirdo amongst her classmates, that doesn't mean she wants nothing interesting to happen in her life ever.

She already knows what will happen if she keeps on walking, ignoring the girl in the shadow of the tree. Sakura will go home, maybe stopping by a store or a cafe on the way. She will do her homework and do her chores and take a bath and eat dinner and sleep and do absolutely nothing out of the ordinary because her life is predictable and that's just a synonym for boring.

So Sakura goes to the tree instead.

"Hello," Sakura says, because even if this girl is merely lost and not some guide to a more exciting world surely there's no harm in being polite. "Can I help you?"

"Maybe," says the girl in the shadow of the tree, lifting one hand palm up. Preemptively, she makes her hand glow with a pale, almost distant light. "Haruno Sakura, do you believe in magic?"

---

Nobody is born with fully manifested magic.

Active magic requires agency, will power and vision. Those are shaped by a magician's sense of self, their personality and convictions. Their Aspects.

There's more, of course. But sometimes more can lead to decisions a little riskier than predicted.

---

(it should have gone like this)

At first there is no team for Sakura which is a little disheartening but also, simultaneously, a relief. Almost all of the other magicians her age have been raised around magic, she already has so much to learn and catch up on that it's almost overwhelming! She can't possibly imagine what it would be like being introduced to a new world and then immediately thrown onto a team with strangers.

But her magical peers are supportive in their own way--most of them friendly, all of them definitely interesting. Their teams are well chosen, Aspects resonating beautifully, and whenever she has the free time in between diving headfirst into her magical studies and maintaining her grades at school she wonders what her teammates will be like. If they'll match her just as nicely. If she'll even have teammates.

"Don't worry," Shikako says with a smile, supportive and kind and definitely interesting. Behind her, her teammates bicker as ever--and while Sakura will admit, blushingly, that she was a little infatuated with Sasuke in the beginning, she would go mad if she had to put up with him and Naruto for too long--but Shikako appears as calm and as fond of them as ever.

"I found you didn't I?"

She did, yes. How she found the time in between her own magical research, high-octane team, and normal schoolwork of her own is baffling to Sakura. She's grateful, of course, but still. Sakura isn't even doing half as much and she's barely keeping up!

"Don't worry," Shikako says again, and if her tone turns a little vague, her gaze going beyond Sakura, well. Shikako is a very powerful magician...

"... you belong in this world. Magic seeks balance."

And Sakura nods, because that is one of the earlier lessons she was taught upon joining the magical world. For all the strangeness of Shikako's tone, it is reassuring. So Sakura nods and continues to voraciously consume all she can about this new world she belongs to so that when her teammates do appear she'll be prepared.

Shikako finds Yakumo first--her Aspects of Sky and Art and Acceptance--then comes Isaribi with the Aspects of Sea and Transformation and Trust. And Sakura finally feels like she actually belongs.

---

Magic is not completely a science, for all that there is cause and effect. It's not entirely an art, either, though some talented magicians make it seem that way. There are some parts of it that are understandable, quantifiable and predicable, but there is so much more that is beyond human comprehension. Even active magic which requires, in essence, humanity, can be beyond explanation.

Aspects are an attempt at doing so, but for all that they determine the futures of most magicians, they can't perfectly encompass the whole of a magician's power. Because magic exists beyond words and definitions. Even abstract concepts can fail. Trying to apply terminology to magic? Might as well punch a god in the face.

And so when a girl born to the magical world, even if her Aspects manifest a little late, if there already exists a place for her on a team where she resonates so powerfully, well.

Stars and Determination and Future are close enough...

... for a human, that is.

---

(but it actually went like this)

A few months after an ordinary day in which no interesting strangers showed up to derail Sakura's life, she is on her way home from school. She's thinking about maybe stopping by a store or a cafe on the way, but maybe not. She still has to do her homework and chores before she can take a bath and eat dinner and sleep and do absolutely nothing out of the ordinary because her life is predictable and that's just a synonym for boring.

A pair of boys--about her age, maybe, but in school uniforms different from hers--stop her. They've been looking for her, they say, and while the dark-haired one is handsome enough that she'd normally blush and think it romantic first words, his tone and the fact that his blonde friend is also there ruins that theory.

Also, they know her name and that's weird. She says as much, which causes them to start bickering, and in their distracted state she takes the opportunity to escape.

The next day, on her way home from school--along the same, predictable path, of course--she is stopped by a strange man. Both unfamiliar and unusual. Almost his entire face is covered and his hair is grey and he slouches as if in apology for his height. He asks her if she believes in magic.

She knows a creep when she sees one and runs in the opposite direction. She'll take the long way home.

The next few days she changes up her route going home because, yes, sometimes she's naïve but she's not completely oblivious. It still doesn't really help though, because this time its a trio of strangers--thankfully around her age--but still not great.

"Those idiots," the girl says, flicking her long blonde ponytail in fashionable irritation, "I can't believe they messed up this bad. What an awful first impression, she's already spooked."

One of the boys, dark hair and sleepy eyes, just shrugs and responds, "Well if she's really going to end up on their team, it's not like her second impression is going to be much better."

If they're talking about who she thinks she's talking about she's not exactly pleased with them either.

The other boy, reddish hair and round cheeks, looks her in the eye and gives a friendly smile. Despite the situation, something within Sakura relaxes a little. "Would you like to try out that cafe? Our treat," he says, and its not an entirely unwanted offer. She doesn't have too much work waiting for her at home and she deserves something nice.

"Okay," she says, and lets them pay for her anmitsu while they tell her about magic, the magical world, and how she fits into all of it.

---

Humans are not the only beings capable of magic.

---

(but it actually went like this)

Sakura is worried and overwhelmed and frustrated and she knows she shouldn't complain because she does honestly enjoy magic and the world its brought her into and she wouldn't dare go back to that ordinary, predictable, boring life.

But she wishes that her teammates weren't so abrasive and prickly, that her teacher were a little more engaged. It's been months already since she joined Naruto and Sasuke's team. She doesn't know why they're being so difficult when she hasn't even done anything wrong!

She's headed to the training grounds but in a wandering path, if she's honest. She's normally a punctual person, but Kakashi-sensei has never once been on time and she can just as easily not talk to her teammates here as she can at the training grounds.

The part of the city she's in isn't so urban as to have skyscrapers, but in this district the buildings are all at least several stories and practical, blocky metal and cement. The looming structure made of curving wood and stone looks more like a tree than anything else.

There is a girl standing in the shadow of the tree that isn’t. She meets Sakura's eyes, smiles, and waves.

Sakura has been studying the magical world. Knows about the dangers young magicians can face in a world that wants to eat them alive. Knows that nice exteriors don't necessarily mean kind hearts.

But she also knows, somehow, that if she walks away now she will never see this girl again.

"Hello," Sakura says, because there's no harm in being polite, "Can I help you?"

"Maybe," says the girl in the shadow of the tree that isn't. "Haruno Sakura, do you believe in destiny?"

---

Gelel: Light, Unity, Creation.

Jashin: Void, Suffering, Destruction.

Magic seeks balance.

Magic is better with three.

---

"If you could," the girl begins, a wistful sort of smile on her face, "tell them I said its not their fault. It was entirely on me. I overreached and had to face the consequences."

"What did you do?" Sakura asks before she can swallow down her curiosity

Shikako says, "Some lessons are learned the hard way..."

At first, Sakura thinks that's all she will say, a dismissive sort of answer, but then Shikako continues:

"...but perhaps not all of them. Hopefully you’ll learn from my mistakes," she says with a small bitter smile, gaze going beyond Sakura.

"I foresaw danger and thought I could prevent it,” Shikako says, almost a confession. “But the more magic I had, the more danger arose, until I found myself trying to make a deal with the Shinigami."

If any of the horror Sakura feels is showing on her face, Shikako doesn't let that deter her.

"Unsurprisingly, the Shinigami is very good at making deals and somewhat overworked." Shikako's smile is wider now, more real. "I asked him for the world where all of my friends and family lived. He said I should make it myself."

"So now I'm Death's apprentice," she shrugs, almost casual about it even though the very concept is giving Sakura a headache. "Shikabane-hime, the Lady Cosmos, the Space-Time Witch, whatever," she lists, rolling her eyes, impossibly blasé about her various titles.

"It's not so bad, I guess. But I do miss my friends and family."

Finally, something Sakura can wrap her brain around! "Do you want me to tell them that, too?"

Shikako blinks, almost surprised, before she tilts her head. "Maybe? I mostly meant that, well... I know in this timeline I’m just a stranger, but it's nice to see you again, Sakura. And just in case you had any doubts: you were always destined for greatness."

A/N: If you couldn’t tell from this mess, it was supposed to be more xxxholic/CLAMP than Madoka Magica (which I haven’t actually watched) but from what little I know of the latter, I wouldn’t blame anyone for getting that sort of vibe. Don’t worry, it’s kinda a good ending. I mean, Shikako literally made a deal with multiple gods in order to make it so.

edit: I have come up with a title/tag for this

“meeting and incidents unraveled”

#jacksgreyson #anonymous #prompt response #wrting #fanfiction #could should actually fic #a softer ask box #dreaming of sunshine #naruto #xxxholic #sakura haruno #shikako nara #meeting and incidents unraveled

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