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chronic-escapixt · 6 months

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His Rose ~ Part 1

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, (eventual) CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, smut, stalking, innocence kink, dacryphilia, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.6k

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Bonnie's life was on the line.. again.

The Other Side was collapsing, time was running out and as the anchor to the crumbling realm, she knew she wouldn't be spared. She stopped at her home and let Rose know. The news absolutely crushed her sister. Rose felt like she just got her back from when she died last summer. Becoming the anchor was her second chance at life but now it was being ripped away. Rose didn't even have time to argue a solution before she squeezed her in a tight hug and said goodbye. She was out the door, dashing off to pull Elena, Damon, and the others back from the Other Side.

Rose watched as the door shut behind her, wiping the wetness from her eyes before charging into Sheila Bennett's in-home study. From her life as a practicing witch and occult studies professor, their late grandmother had shelves full of ancient grimoires, scrolls, texts and items so she ought to have something that could save Bonnie. As the minutes ticked by, the piles of useless books stacked around her grew with her desperation.

"There's nothing here!" she muttered, slamming the heavy grimoire closed. The force rattled the desk and the shelf above it, knocking a scroll down in front of her. Rose blinked away her frustrated tears and lifted the dusty scroll, blowing it with her breath to reveal the Latin handwriting and symbols.

After pulling her friends back to the living world, Bonnie anticipated the approaching light. She glanced back, meeting Elena's solemn gaze. They all gathered behind her, no words left to say as they watched their beloved witch meet the very fate she had saved them from. She knew she couldn't save herself and she accepted that. She only hoped that within the next few moments she would find peace with her grams and father.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a jolt of energy lance through her. Something changed. When she opened them, she was amongst the others but Rose stood a few feet away, the wind of the collapsing dimension tossing her brown curls, the white light reflecting off her face.

Horror gripped her when she realized she was no longer linked to the Other Side, Rose was.

She offered Bonnie an apologetic smile as she watched tears bead down her shocked face.

"I love you, Bonnie," she uttered just before the light consumed her completely...

and she was gone.

The brightness subsided as the wind around her settled to a calm hush. Rose could finally open her eyes and found that she was standing in the same place, at the boarder of Mystic Falls but everyone had disappeared.

She dashed around town calling out Bonnie's name, looking for her, their friends or anyone but it was completely deserted. She stopped to catch her breath in the middle of the town square, the usually bustling epicenter was empty. That's when panic set in, worrying that she was actually dead, though this didn't seem like the “peace” described or even hell. For that matter, she didn't feel dead, in fact she felt very much alive something she realized when her stomach growled. “Dead people don't get hungry," she told herself as she walked into the Mystic Grill. Much like everywhere else, the Grill was desolate. She made her way into the kitchen and found it fully stocked with alcohol and food that seemed up to date, so the town couldn't have been abandoned too long ago, she thought. Rose made a quick sandwich and walked toward the bar when her eyes fell upon the bulletin board. She nearly dropped her plate when she read the date on the calendar.

May 9th, 1994.

It didn't take long for him to notice that things were different. After 18 years of complete solitude, he grew accustomed to the consistency of the realm. His strong ability to detect the presence of magic, made it all the more obvious to him when the young Bennett witch touched down in his prison world. He tracked her down to a Virginian town called Mystic Falls where he first saw her in the living room nose deep in a grimoire. He slipped through an unlocked door and watched her silently out of her view. He figured she was looking for anything that would explain where she is or how to escape but she likely wouldn't find anything in those texts. Luckily for her, he planned on revealing everything...

In due time.

Just over a week passed and unbeknownst to her, Kai was watching the entire time. He’d stay up while she slept, curled up with her fuzzy plush lamb she called lamby. Most nights she’d clutch the stuffed toy to her chest and just cry herself to sleep. Like a sad shelter commercial, he enjoyed the pathetic display, though he hated the little white lamb with a passion, fantasizing about how much more she’d cry if she woke up and it’s head was cut off.

He observed everything, from her tendency to talk to herself to the she way she put tension in her lips when she was concentrating on the Latin of her texts. Clearly, she was a beginner and her general naivety would come to his advantage once he finally decided to make his move.

Rose swayed her hips as she rounded the corner, pushing her grocery cart while singing along to ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney on her Walkman. He sat in a fold up lawn chair in the center aisle of the otherwise empty market, munching on a bag of pork rinds and watching with an amused grin, wondering when she would finally notice him. After deciding on a box of Count Chocula, she finally turned from the shelves and their eyes met. Her mouth fell open as she paused the tape and lowered the headphones from her ears. He smiled and gave a slight wave.

“Were you there the whole time?” She blurted breathlessly, taking him in. His face had a pleasant balance of soft and sharp features that made him both cute and intimidating and a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. The dark brunette wore a hooded jacket styled over a graphic tee, denim jeans and worn out converse.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to interrupt. You sounded amazing by the way.”

Her cheeks burned, “t-thank you… umm who are you?”

“Sorry, manners, I’m Kai. Nice to meet you.” He set aside the bag and stood up from the chair. Her eyes followed his ascent until he stood fully, towering over her. “And you are…?”

Her ears got hot. “Oh right! Rose- I’m Rose… excuse me, I haven’t spoken to another person in a while. I promise I’m not normally this awkward…” she sighed and averted her gaze downwards.

Kai shoved his hands in his pockets, “can’t be any worse than me I've been here since the very beginning.”

“You’ve been all alone for 18 years?" she uttered in disbelief.

Kai forced a laugh, “It's not so bad. There’s no traffic, everything’s free and privacy isn’t an issue… now, there is the crippling loneliness but that only creeps in once in a while.” He casually plopped back down on his chair and grabbed his chip bag.

“There’s no way out of here, is there?” She sighed.

"Nope, not unless you happen to be a Bennett witch…” he scoffed as though the thought were incredulous and popped a rind in his mouth.

Her eyes lit up. “Wait, I am! I am a Bennett witch.”

Kai grinned, “well then the odds just got a lot better.”

“So, is Kai short for something?” She asked as they walked back to her place. Kai offered to push the cart for her.

“Malachai,” he replied.

“Malachai,” she practiced softly.

“But I prefer Kai,” he tagged on.

“What about you, Rose is short for what? Rosemary or… Rosalie?”

She giggled. "You’re close, it’s Rosalina but I prefer Rose.”

“Rosalina... that's pretty, much more fitting if you ask me.” The way he said her name made her want to bite her lip but she opted to return his smile instead.

“This is me,” she announced when they came to her house. She led him inside where he was kind enough to help her put away the groceries.

“So, what is this place?” she asked.

“One of many prison worlds created by the Gemini coven. Anyone who opposes them is gifted their own personal hell dimension. I got mine on my 22nd birthday.”

“Why would they do that to you?”

He sighed, “most of it is coven politics- what you know and who you know, ya’ know? Long story short, my family betrayed me for more power. I don’t really like thinking about it.”

Rose understood and decided not to pry. “So, you know how to get us out of here?”

Kai leaned forward on the counter while he explained the Gemini coven always left a back door to their prison worlds and it was called an ascendant. Under the direct light of a solar eclipse a Bennett witch is to use her magic and blood to activate the device and transport them back to the real world. “We’re going to need a locator spell to find the ascendant. Without my magic, I haven’t been able to find it.”

“When is the next eclipse?” Rose asked.

“Time works a little differently here… the month of May repeats itself over and over, starting with the 9th. Every third time May 9th comes around the eclipse happens.”

"The last eclipse just passed a few nights ago… that means we have about three months to wait.”

“On the bright side, we have plenty of time to find the ascendant,” He noted with an optimistic air. It amazed her how he managed to be so hopeful and positive even after being trapped for 18 years. “After all this time, 3 months is nothing,” he murmured.

She thanked him for helping her with her groceries. “Well, I’m going to make stuffed chicken for dinner. You can stay if you want.”

“You just met me and you’re asking me to stay for dinner… I mean, I could be a serial killer,” he finished with a charming smirk.

“You’re too nice to be a serial killer,” she put matter-of-factly while taking out the chicken breasts.

“Ted Bundy was nice,” he retorted.

She smiled at his wit. “Are you staying or not? Because I need to know if I’m making one chicken breast or two.”

Kai relented, “Oh, alright. How can I say no to stuffed chicken?”

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wordsfromthedying · 2 months

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“I have questions”

On the edge of slumber, a voice came to me. “I have questions” it boomed. And with its words, it took the room in which I lay transported to lay alone; outside the windows of my room now expanded the vast stars. The endlessness outside. As I got up, hinging at the waist, and pulling my legs up to my reside close to my chest. Sitting at my bed’s end was a large figure, one who had to duck their head slightly to fit in the room, which now felt so small. Their features, hard to make out, either encased in shadow or un-viewable by my eye. Hair seeming to be dreaded with an assortment of charmed additions. Form muscular, certainly larger than the human form would permit. I smiled as the depictions of the ghost of Christmas present came to mind—a comparison the figure in front of me surely wouldn’t care for.

“Sure,” I responded simply. My dreams often weren't this real; they always felt like I was at a distance from being an active participant, worlds away, but the fear of any reality of the situation didn’t concern me. I was interested. A godly figure had questions. And though it may be some egotistical amalgamation of mine, it was better work than I’d seen my mind capable of before.

The shadowed figure seemed surprised at my willingness. We sat for a moment. I kept my eyes looking up at them, worrying about their neck in that position.

“I’ll be just fine, but thank you for your concern. And you are not the first to make the comparison.” The voice broke through my thoughts.

My eyes became alight. How fun.

“As much as I enjoy, I’d prefer we keep the conversation out here.” Clearing my mind of any thoughts in an attempt to force a thought underived from my own. We stayed blinking, the air somehow beautifully crisp in these walls.

“Why are you not concerned?” the voice asked, as it weaved through the crisp morning-like air between us. “Concerned about what?” I respond, the words far less elegantly reaching their ear. “Death, my dear, how are you so unconcerned by your eventual fate?” With clarity, I understood, and pondered. The figure in front of me seemed to need a response, as if I were not the only one they asked. As if I were only a stop on this journey of a question. A powerful being, one that a human like me may turn to for questions that burden their souls, asks humans instead. I looked out at the window beside me, and the endless dotted lights and colors in the space around me as I pondered the question. Before concluding, I looked up at the figure above. “Can we?”, I asked while gesturing out the window. A nod was offered. With that, I opened the window beside me, and as my frame made its way out the window, I began to float, leaving the weighted pressure of the room in exchange for the crisp space all around. Once out, the roof of my room floated off as the figure in full form rose, and came to glide beside me, as I was mesmerized by what was around. As we ventured through the great unknown, past beauties unimaginable, I pondered. This didn’t seem to be a routine check-in; the figure beside me wanted answers. Needed them.

“I suppose when I was young, not existing didn’t sound so bad; returning to this seemed a better fate for the atoms of me than me.” Their disappointment in my response was apparent. A disappointment I hoped to break. “But, even now as life has become more precious, I accept my fate,” I spoke as we continued seemingly indiscernibly fast amongst the vast beyond, the bright, certainly eye-singeing stars, and the clouds of color and shape, but no resistance or air to blow our hair behind us. We simply floated as if underwater. The space open to be explored. “I have no claim over death, but even if I did I don’t feel I’d enjoy it much. Death is something so many are certain they want power over, but I expect there is a line. A point at which that endless time turns to a sorrowful fate. I’d prefer to miss over growing board.”

“Apathy sullies all souls, given time” Their voice reverberated within me.

I simply nodded in agreement. “Are you sullied?”, I inquired, turning to look at the very humanoid figure beside me, the one who no longer seemed so grand. They simply looked at me, their eyes distancing, before nodding and looking away. I had many questions for this being, which I began to feel sorrowful for. But I wanted to be cautious, my curiosity not outwaying their potential discomfort. “You may ask” it spoke, continuing to look ahead. Away from my eye. In turn, I nodded looking at them before looking ahead.

“I have questions”

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 3 months

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Masterpiece of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Yoshimoto x MC

Prompt : Yoshimoto -Beauty

Part of : Love Booth hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Tag: Insecurities Angst Reassurance Fluff

Word Count : 1.258

Author’s Note: Insecurities may resurface from time to time but Yoshimoto know exactly what to do to reassure his lover, holding her close as he worship her like his muse professing his love until he will be able to earn a priceless reward he treasure above anything else, her smile. 🥰

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I hope you will heal from thing no one ever apologised for.

It was not something he could avoid asking her, considered her peculiar behaviour during that week.

Where once the sun shined on her features as she dressed up for him was now only a dim light, an ocean standing between the smile she wore to please him and her real feeling he managed effortlessly to see through .

But that was only the tip of the iceberg of insecurities she kept hidden, the ones he knew so little about.

Yoshimoto sensed scars cracking through her kindness at time,, but he could have never imagined how deep they ran, a maze of thorns tied around her sensitive heart piercing her vulnerable tender core each day more.

Ignorance that left him dumbfounded and heartbroken as she confessed everything to him.

“When you look at me you see beauty and … I almost believe it.”

Her groggy voice cracking at last while tears rolled freely down her cheeks while her heart wrenching sobs shook him to the core.

Not wasting a moment he rushed to take her in his arms, holding her close as he brushed her teardrops away with his thumb, feeling his heart tugged in two at her revelation.

The same girl who had set him free from his chains was now captive of her own demons, fate’s bitter irony.

His arms tightened around as she drowned her sobs in his chest, all the while he rubbed soothing circles on her back, softly peppering litte kisses on her curls, hoping to make her smile.

His confession heartfelt profession of the love and devotion he had for her alone, the only one who accepted and loved him as he was without reprimand or chastise but understanding and supporting him since the first day fate brought them together.

“You are the most beautiful person in the whole world to me.”

There was not an hint of shyness as he brushed his fingers through her locks, their softness mesmerized him, while the warm light of the lantern made them shine like threads of a precious fabric.

He gaze straight into her misty eyes whose brightness never failed to make him captive of her every desire.

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing with reverence on her cheeks, admiring her complexion in such harmonious contrast to her colorful kimono, as he tucked a rebel strand of hair behind her hear before his trembling fingers trailed on her soft lips, he loved to kiss over and over again enraptured by passion.

“You are a masterpiece for me, the only one I treasure above anything else.”

The smile he loved so much returned to her lips, while her eyes sparkled with hope as she gazed up at him. “Yoshimoto.”

His name has never sounded more sweet, pronounced by her gentle melodious voice, taking him out from his reveries.

“Do you really think that ?”

There was a strange vulnerability in that question, doubts clouding over the sun while something delicate flickered in her gaze as she looked up at him, biting her teeth in her pillowy bottom lip.

At the sight a troubled expression fell over his eyes, he seemed collected, as he learnt to be, but inside he was boiling with rage at the thought of what led her to think this way, not able to see the beauty he could see, clear as day, in her.

His heart clenched and claimed painfully for her, knowing far too well what self doubt felt like.

Her sensitive heart tore to shreds, her confidence destroyed day by day, doubts gnawing at her until there was nothing left but a former shadow of that was used to be.

Insecurities taking advantage of her gullible mind and battered heart following her every words and action, her emotions dulled like rain on a parade in a an attempt to fly under the radar of anyone belittling her. The heartbreaking expression in her eyes tugged his heart as he brushed his fingers on her cheek with reverence like he was touching a porcelain doll he was afraid to hurt.

When he looked at her like this she felt she almost could believe his words, she almost could see the beauty in herself.

Almost for the insecurities screaming in her mind she wasn't enough for him, she wasn’t worthy of him become louder and louder still drowning every sweet nothing he murmured in her ear.

“It can't be otherwise my little.”

The gentle brush of his lips on her hair pulled her away from her thoughts, coaxing her to look into his eyes, and what she saw was enough to brush away all her doubts.

She stared into his irises, glowing embers sprinkled with gold, reflecting all the love and affection he held for her, the warmth of his hug melted her heart as she sighed softly sinking in the softness of his toned chest, smiling blissfully at herself.

“You are the most beautiful person in the whole world to me. I am and always will be grateful to have you by my side.”

He felt as if the sun had dawned a second time that day for him alone, his eyes crinkled with affection at the endearing sight of happiness returning once more on her gorgeous features, her smile so bright and warm to keep him warm even during that chilly autumn night.

“I love you so much my goddess, nothing will change that ever.”

“I love you too, Yoshimoto, so very much.”

She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling contently in his chest, her giggles a music he would have never get tired to listen to clear and bright like a wind chime swaying the spring breeze, the same the turned his life into a work of art threaded with dreams and hand embroidered with affection.

A tale they crafted with all the love he always thought to be out of his reach, at least until he met her, his one and only muse able to inspire in him such passion he never knew to be capable of before, except for art.

He felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame, he was eager to see and discover everything about her, precious to him as no one else ever was, someone he treasured even more than an object for she was a work of art herself, a goddess created only for him to let him free from his cage, free to live his life following his heart’s desire.

A bird freed from his cage fling by her side, owner he chose for himself for she did not bound him to her by force but with kindness, she gave him freedom asking for nothing in return and in so doing she conquered him.

He followed her around like a lovesick puppy ready to do anything to see her smile and make her happy as she made him.

He reflected smiling at his heart beating in his chest, only for her, they gazed lovingly at one another as their fingers entwined on the pillow, with only the stars peeking curiously at them from behind the clouds.

The warm light of the lantern shine and glimmered all around the works of arts he collected in his room, while the one he treasured the most was nestled in his arms.

They smiled at one another, finding delight in the melodious music of night birds and crickets, while they basked in the pleasant warmth of their love.

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thechaoticfanartist · 1 year

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The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim

Timeline: 22 BBY - 19 BBY

(Main) Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Grim Kennet, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano

Summary: A retelling of The Clone Wars and Revenge Of The Sith with a new character added into the story. One who is determined to change it. But is it possible to rewrite fate?

Rated: Teen and up

Warnings: Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Canon divergent, friends to lovers, tragedy, hurt/comfort, Jedi as found family

Series: it came from tragedy

Story Established: October 2021

OC Established: February 2020

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Masterlist

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Age: 35 - 38

Homeworld: Stewjon

Master: Qui-Gon Jinn

Padawan: (Formerly) Anakin Skywalker, (Currently) Grim Kennet

Love Interest: N/A, implied to have once had a past relationship with Satine Kryze

Theme Song(s): A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers, Light by Sleeping At Last

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Jedi Master who is on the Jedi Council. His life is meant for infinite sadness. He knows this, and yet he hopes still. He is bright in the Force. A beacon of light against all of the darkness. Before the outbreak of The Clone Wars Obi-Wan trained Anakin Skywalker. The younger Jedi being knighted after the first battle of Geonosis. He is caring and compassionate, and a warrior both on the battlefield and with words. And he prefers to negotiate rather than fight. He can only guide his Padawans to make the right choices and stay connected to the light, although he wishes they would accept his help.

Grim Kennet

Age: 14 - 17

Homeworld: Earth

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawan: N/A

Love Interest: Ahsoka Tano

Theme Song(s): The Fixer by Brent Morgan, Atlantis by Seafret, All Things End by Hozier, I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last, Two by Sleeping At Last, Eight by Sleeping At Last, Youth by Daughter

Grim Kennet is the Jedi Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but there is far more to her than one might know. Grim originally was from Earth and was a fan of the Star Wars franchise. One day in the middle of May in 2020, Grim ended up in The Clone Wars. From then on she made it her goal to change the story of the war to favor the Jedi. She learns to navigate the blurred lines of fiction and reality. Grim keeps many secrets and struggles with the constant battle of light and darkness. She is stubborn to a fault, and is kind and caring. Although she must be wary of her anger and fear that may lead her down a darker path.

Anakin Skywalker

Age: 19 - 22

Homeworld: Tatooine

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawan: Ahsoka Tano

Love Interest: Padmé Amidala

Theme Song(s): Monster by Imagine Dragons, A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers, Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, Traitor by Daughtry

Anakin Skywalker is the Chosen One destined to bring balance to the Force. Formerly the Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin now has a Padawan of his own. He must learn how to teach his own student while navigating a war and the storm inside his heart. Keeping many secrets that it claws at him. And a dragon whispers inside "all things die, Anakin Skywalker. Even stars burn out." His life is out of his control and he wants that control back. He needs it. The darkness inside of him eats him alive, and he barely fights it anymore. His fear and anger may just be the downfall of the whole galaxy.

Ahsoka Tano

Age: 14 - 17

Homeworld: Shili

Master: Anakin Skywalker

Padawan: N/A

Love Interest: Grim Kennet

Theme Song(s): Moondust by Jaymes Young, Say Something by A Great Big World, Karma by AJR, My Way by Frank Sinatra

Ahsoka Tano is the Jedi Padawan of Anakin Skywalker. She learns to grow throughout The Clone Wars, wondering what her place is. She must learn to find herself. Navigating through war and emotions. She is kind and stubborn, and snippy at times earning her the nickname "Snips" from her Master. Eventually she must find her place in the galaxy on her own.

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animereaderinsertwriter · 2 years

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Prologue - Next - Series Masterlist - Series Playlist

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: fantasy au, violence, smut, angst, fluff, non-major character death, pregnancy, dub con/fuck or die but only kinda?, enemies to lovers, there's an arranged betrothal somewhere in there that eventually goes away, spoilers for dabi's identity

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"And it came to pass in those bleak days following the Empire's conquest that (Y/N), daughter-heir to the Hand of Cerridwen, came into her birthright. Long had she waited for the goddess's claiming, first as orphaned novice, then as soldier-healer… but after some twenty odd years of watching and waiting for the signs, it seemed only too little and too late that the goddess called and claimed her— for the war was lost, and she a young woman engaged to be married as a peaceweaver for the Clans."

—Balthazar the Wise, On the Age of Unrest

The courtyard was sunny and bright. Trees swayed in the breeze, the dancing of their leaves creating a quiet rustle that felt almost like the shuffle of a waltz. Though the springtime air still held a slight chill, the cold had lost all its bitterness to winter's leaving; once more, the world felt ready to shift and change in ways it had not for many months, and after a season of war and strife, peace and springtime (however hard-won) were welcome.

"Are you sure about this?" Todoroki Shoto asked, his brows drawing together to form a deep crease in the center. "It feels like we've only just gotten everything settled, and now you're leaving."

(Y/N) smiled gently, bringing a hand up to rest on his cheek. On that hand— her left one— shone a ring of precious metal, binding them together in promise.

"The Summit will be fine without me for a few weeks," she told him quietly, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "Besides, I'm not sure when an opportunity like this will come around again for me. Once we're married, I—"

(Y/N) stopped herself and looked away, embarrassed by what she might have said. Shoto, too, averted his gaze, but grabbed her chilled hand in his warm one, bringing it to rest on the warmer side of his chest.

"The last thing I want to do is take away your freedom," he told her, the sincerity in his voice almost painful. "If there were another way—"

(Y/N) stopped him with a look. If there had been another way, they would have taken it. This match was something neither of them had wanted, but what both of them must endure; the Clans had lost the war, too driven by greed and ambition to unite against the threat of the Empire, and now they were paying the price for peace until the time for war would come again. It was the way of things, and (Y/N) had accepted it. There were worse fates than being married, after all, and (Y/N) couldn't have chosen a better man herself even if there had been a choice.

Change, the trees seemed to whisper, the wind winding through the groves of aspen. Change, change, change.

"In all things, we must endure," (Y/N) said, ruefully quoting the platitude, "And in enduring, all things are made precious."

Shoto frowned. He hated that platitude almost as much as his father loved repeating it, and (Y/N) knew it.

"Promise me that you'll be safe on the journey," he implored, bringing both her hands to his lips. "No taking back-roads or shortcuts through the forest, and no preaching at bandits. I want you to go to whatever edge of the world you please and come back again as quickly as possible."

(Y/N) laughed. "I'll walk where I please and preach at whom I please, as you say. I'm the goddess incarnate, and if Cerridwen chooses a pack of wolves to be my flock, then I will be their shepherdess."

Shoto huffed, displeased. The sun shone brightly on his two-tone eyes, irradiating silver and cerulean with the brilliant golden rays of noon-time.

"I can't protect you out there," he said, his thumb brushing the tender skin of her hand. "Soul of the goddess or not, your flesh is mortal, and I know— I know— that you can take care of yourself, but I'm worried that— well, that— the League is getting more and more violent and unpredictable, and with Black Dabi razing villages, I can't help but worry that…"

Shoto looked at her, his expression pained, and (Y/N) sighed as one of his hands moved to trace one of the scars on her shoulder.

"Shoto," she began gently, her shoulder scar suddenly aching as though the wound had been reopened, "These are our people we're talking about. They need reassurance, guidance— they need me. Death comes for us all, and one day, whether from old age or a bandit's sword, I will die. When I do, I never want it to be said that I wasn't where I was needed when I needed to be there. I always go to bless the Beltane festivals— I did during wartime, and I will now."

Shoto smiled ruefully.

"I need you," he retorted half-playfully. "Can't I order you to stay?"

"You can try," (Y/N) grinned, "But you would have an easier time catching the wind in a net."

Shoto chuckled then, and opened his arms; (Y/N) went into the warmth of them happily and let her betrothed embrace her.

"I promise to come back to you," (Y/N) said into his skin. "In one form or another, I will come back. Is that good enough for you, Todoroki Shoto?"

"Of course," he replied, holding her tightly. "Of course. It's more than enough."

In that moment, (Y/N) closed her eyes, and she was profoundly grateful that she would one day have this man for a husband; more so than that, however, she was inexplicably glad that she would never love him. If she loved him, it would be too hard to leave, too hard to be both Hand of the goddess and wife to a man. To choose between love and one's own nature, one's own purpose, would rend her heart and soul.

"If I let go, you're going to walk away, and I won't see you for at least three months," Shoto said into her hair. "If I keep you here, you'll hate me forever and find a way to leave anyway for spite. A man just can't win with you."

"It's good that you've learned that before marriage," (Y/N) laughed, pulling away so that she could see his face. "It would be dreadfully hard to train you otherwise."

Shoto shook his head with a small, sad smile.

"Go, go," he told her, releasing her entirely. "Get out of here before I change my mind."

"Goodbye, Shoto," said (Y/N), shouldering her pack with a grin. "I'll be back before you know it.”

With that, she turned her back on the Todoroki Clan home and set her feet out on the road. Where those feet would take her, the goddess only knew— but whatever the path held, (Y/N) was ready and willing to accept and endure it.

Goddess, keep my heart still singing, my feet on the path, and my mind on the journey, she prayed silently, refusing to turn back to look at what she was leaving behind. My will is thy will, and I accept all that is asked of me.

#dabi #dabi x reader #mybigbangacademia #touya x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi smut #dabi x y/n #touya x y/n #fantasy au #enemies to lovers #a suitable match (to start a fire)

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lifesver · 21 days

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FIVE SONGS / FIVE QUOTES.

------ songs.

sun bleached flies. ethel cain.

what i wouldn't give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt, all singing / "god loves you, but not enough to save you". so i said fine, 'cause that's how my daddy raised me / if they strike once, then you just hit 'em twice as hard / but in the end, if i bend under the weight that they gave me / then this heart would break and fall as twice as far. we all know how it goes / the more it hurts, the less it shows / but i still feel like they all know / and that's why i could never go back home.

welcome home, son. radical face.

sleep, don't visit / so, i choke on the sun, and the days blur into one / and the backs of my eyes / hum with things i've never done. ships are launching from my chest / some have names but most do not / if you find one, please, let me know what piece I've lost / peel the scars from off my back / i don't need them anymore.

plastic flowers. the front bottoms.

you should fear what you already know / and hope that you never find out about the things you don't know yet / 'cause i believe that someone's got a plan for me / got a plan for me, even if i don't know it yet, not quite yet. listen, just because something burns bright / doesn't mean it's gonna burn forever / so, all these people around you saying "you got so much further to go", "it's gonna get worse before it gets better" / i don't know, i don't know if that's true.

strangers. ethel cain.

i tried to be good, am i no good? am i no good? am i no good? / with my memory restricted to a polaroid in evidence / i just wanted to be yours, can i be yours? / can i be yours? just tell me i'm yours / if i'm turning in your stomach and i'm making you feel sick. when my mother sees me on the side of a milk carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle / she'll cry and wait up for me.

never tear us apart. paloma faith.

don't ask me, what you know is true / don't have to tell you, i love your precious heart. we could live, for a thousand years / but if i hurt you, i'd make wine from your tears. i was standing, you were there / two worlds collided, and they could never tear us apart.

------ quotes.

i've never needed an excuse to sacrifice myself for love; i'm a martyr for anything soft. i confess to you: i'd bleed for anything if it held me the right way. i confess: i have, i have. caitlin conlon.

most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. sometimes you'll put up a good fight and lose. sometimes you'll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. acceptance is a small, quiet room. cheryl strayed.

did we deserve to go all the way out in the rain and see no one waits for us at the end of the street? muhtesemz.

there is a fate worse than death, and it's living to hear eulogies for the person you could have been. saul williams, dufflyn lammers, aja monet.

so i will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door. phoebe bridgers.

#well one of the quotes is a lyric but listen it's just incredibly...#study tbt #grab this if u wish to!#the ethel cain of it all

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bobfloydsbabe · 1 year

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Find the Word Tag

I believe I have been tagged three times in as many days in this tag game, twice by @asirensrage and once by @joaquinwhorres, so guess what? I'm doing fifteen words. Let's go. I'm doing a read more thingy because this is so hella long.

Search your WIPs and post a snippet with the words given to you. Your new words will be at the bottom of this post.

My words are: Eloquent, bodice, timeless, never (x2), heartbreak, tag, loyal, team, burning (from Ridea) and thunder, heat, skip, whine, and always (from Anna).

Eloquent in turning tables, my Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC story

In another world, where Jas was braver and more eloquent, she might have told Jake how she felt earlier on. She might have kissed him harder before the mission that could have taken him from her before she got to tell him. She didn't believe in fate, but him coming home and choosing her felt a lot like it.

Bodice in golden hour, my Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC story

Bob ran his fingers over the boning on the bodice of her dress and felt the shiver that ran up Abby's spine as he did. He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck, and he swore he heard a low whine escape her throat.

Timeless in unnamed fic, my Rhett Abbott x OC story

There's something about her he can't place. Maybe it's the way she always leaves space between them when they walk together. Maybe it's the way Denver eyes him with suspicion, even though the dog seems to have accepted him. Or maybe it's the way her smile makes her look like she'll never age. Like she's timeless and Rhett's bound to lose her eventually, even though he doesn't really have her yet.

Never in unnamed fic, my Rhett Abbott x OC story

She decides for him as she guides her horse, a beautiful red one with soulful eyes, towards him. Her dog falls behind, sizing him up, and Rhett’s never felt more under the microscope than right now.

Heartbreak in soft touch, my Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x OC story

Cecily knew heartbreak. She felt it in her soul from the moment she lost her mother at sixteen until this moment when she possibly lost the woman who could be the love of her life. It was entirely possible she had screwed this up before she and Nat had even started.

Tag in the night we met, my Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x OC story

“Arrow.” The bartender furrowed her brows. “Last name is Archer,” she explained, pointing to the name tag on her chest.

Loyal in unnamed fic, my Rhett Abbott x OC story

Rhett sees it in the dog's eyes. The loyalty to Lou, the willingness to protect her, to assess every single person she comes into contact with because if you can't pass the Denver Test, then you have no place in his owner's life.

Team in a turning tables blurb, featuring Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia and OC Jasmine Lane

“Give me a sec,” she gasped, glancing up at him. He wore a dark tank, long shorts, and a baseball cap with a team logo she didn’t recognize.

Burning in glimpse of relief, my Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC story

"You have to talk to me," Abby said, taking a small sip of the hot liquid and doing her best to ignore the burning sensation on her tongue.

Thunder in the night we met, my Natasha Trace x OC story

She elbowed Seresin in the ribs as her heart thundered in her chest, but Cecily couldn’t find it in herself to be mad at him when Phoenix rose from her seat, and made her way over.

Heat in talking body, my Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC story

She stepped forward and begged some nondescript higher power for the feeling of his skin to not affect her. She was wrong. She felt the heat radiating off him in every cell. Her entire body was buzzing with barely concealed desire.

Skip in unnamed fic, my Rhett Abbott x OC story

Amy comes skipping into the house, waving a piece of paper in the air with a bright smile on her face. Her friend from school is having a birthday party at Oak Creek Ranch, and Amy’s one of the select few invited.

Whine in talking body, my Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC story

She withdrew her fingers and stifled a whine at the loss and emptiness that followed. She stood, leaning down to pull her underwear and trousers back up in one swift motion.

Always in morning glory, my Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC story

And she did. Head from Bob was like floating on cloud nine, an all-encompassing out-of-body experience that always left her feeling wobbly on her feet and her head spinning with desire for the rest of the day.

No pressure tag: @notroosterbradshaw, @bradshawsbitch, @mothdruid, @wkndwlff, @sylviebell, @lt-bradshaw, @rhettabbotts, and @rae-gar-targaryen (if you've already been tagged, feel free to ignore this)

Your words are: whisper, admire, split, pressure, time

#tag game #robert bob floyd #jake hangman seresin #rhett abbott #natasha phoenix trace #find the word #thanks for the tags friends #i appreciate you

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l-la · 1 year

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🖊 serendipity !

The terror that took over my brain, Serendipity Guignol. Where do I even begin?

I am not kidding when I say Serendipity was a 3AM sudden burst of inspiration that woke me from my half-slumber. I suddenly knew what sort of character I wanted to make: someone deeply entrenched and wrapped up in something eldritch, but laughs it off. Initially, I wanted a more magical girl aesthetic to sort of mask the entity they had connected themself to.

My brain decided fate in and of itself is a very eldritch concept, and the Laughing Eventuality was born from that--a slumbering, dead eldritch thing from which fate and those things were pulled, made up of its veins and tendons. Still, it lingers, just outside of everything, just on the edges. But that is neither here nor there, beyond that--that is to whom Serendipity became wrapped up in.

I really wanted them to be more whimsical and bright early on, and they do have some of that, even now. But as I got to know them, a lot of those masks, the laughter, and just general pleasantries and playing wide-eyed--fell away to reveal a very traumatized character. None of which, of course, could be attributed to anything I decided about them or for them.

I think they are one of my favourite characters overall that I have ever made because--they are so messy. They do have a genuine love and wonder for the world, they want to be part of it. They pull the strings of fate to try to help people, even at the cost of the potential pulling the wrong string that pulls all of fate down around them (because wouldn't that be the ultimate joke, that doing something to help really just revealed how empty it all is).

But they've been betrayed, abandoned, trodden down on so much--that when something good comes their way, they shut down.

They became so very talented at self-destruction.

They were meant to be ✨nothing matters✨ (and they believe that, and do act in that manner), but deep down they feel ⚫nothing matters⚫ (and thus, they are not deserving of anything that seems good, because in the end it is all a veneer for the absolute emptiness from which existence plays out a momentary performance on).

I love them. I like them existing in this limbo of starting to get good things, but denying themself over and over and over, because the pain of accepting it, if it fails--that scares them far more than looking into the face of an eldritch, empty eternity and accepting a vast vacuum of nothing.

Maybe someday I'll give them a happy ending in an AU where they can accept the love of their enemy and lover, the woman who keeps fate on a leash, Athaliah Mori. But y'know. :') :') I'm a delight.

#serendipity //#l la rambles about ocs

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ninareviewsfilms · 1 year

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The Chilling Adventures of Coraline

A hauntingly beautiful tale about growing up, Coraline defines itself through its uniquely whimsical take on existentialism during childhood.

Coraline is my favorite horror film. I distinctly remember watching it for the first time when I was eight. Yes, I was terrified, or rather: traumatized beyond belief when the other mother transformed (why is this labeled as a children’s film?!). Regardless, pure wonder immediately overshadowed my fear as I watched the mesmerizing stop-motion come to life. And that’s the paradox of it: the film is breathtakingly dark and gloomy, yet simultaneously whimsical and bright. It uniquely imagines the existentialism integral to growing up through a fantastically creepy, intense, and unnerving lens.

Based on Neil Gaiman’s novella under the same name, the film follows an extremely bored and isolated Coraline as she navigates her life in a new environment, while constantly being ignored by her parents. Eventually, she finds a tiny door that leads to a parallel universe; the grey and gloomy colors on the screen are outshined by intense brightness and warmth, which lure Coraline and the viewers into the seemingly perfect reality. Unfortunately, the ‘other mother’ wants to trap Coraline in her world forever by sewing button eyes. Disgusted, Coraline declines. Horror ensues.

The film shifts disturbingly: cute circus mice turn into evil, conniving dead-eyed rats, creepy ghosts of children past appear, and (truly the scariest villain of them all) the ‘other mother’ reveals her true form, a weirdly metallic hybrid between a spider and slenderman.

It is at this point Coraline realized the dangers of her constant longing for adventure. By juxtaposing Coraline’s child-like wonder with her parent’s harsh pragmatism, the film depicts the existentialism surrounding the acceptance of reality during childhood. To make matters worse, Coraline’s real parents are kidnapped, leaving her truly alone. Honestly, if I were Coraline, I would just accept my button-eyed fate and join the ghost children.

Moving on from my cowardice, the central message of the film was clear to my younger self: the existentialism associated with coming to terms with reality, even in something as innocent as childhood. We see two extreme depictions of reality: Coraline’s overactive dreams of adventure, and her parent’s neglectfulness, too busy working and earning money. I guess this is where the children’s film genre kicks in. Despite the film’s outrageously fantastical nature, it taught me about the dangers of excessive dreaming. To quote the tagline, “be careful what you wish for”, indeed.

Coraline is my favorite (horror) film. The sense of wonder and amazement I felt as a child is infinite; I am still in awe every time I revisit the film, constantly (re)discovering details in its vast and creative narrative. I just simply love it, the end.

#coraline #film review #henry selick #neil gaiman

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lokis-dark-queen · 1 year

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Secret Money

CEO Loki/Fem Assistant OC AU

Multi-Chapter Fic in progress.

Notes: I first posted this fic in 2020 on AO3. After almost three years (I’m sorry to my long time readers by the way) I went back and reread the first two chapters and holy smokes dude! They were a mess! I fixed them recently and now I feel much better about it. The recent chapters are certainly a higher quality then the older ones, but I think it’s a fun story either way. I’m posting the first chapter here as a little sneak peek for my tumblr people with a link to the entire fic on AO3.

Content warnings: Eventual smut, Slow Burn, Age Gap, Uneven Power dynamic, Alcohol and Substance Abuse, Loki is an asshole, original characters.

Read the whole thing on AO3

Chapter 1: Fate is a Sadist

Hannah holds the pieces of mail between her fingers. Bills, and they are very overdue.

“I just don’t know if I can pay rent this month.” Hannah tried to explain to her roommate, “This tuition shit is killing me.”

“You’ll be fine girl, I can add some on to my rent.” Her roommate Hazel sympathized with her.

After getting accepted to her dream college in Los Angeles three years ago, Hannah foolishly thought that her life would be clearer. As if a road would be paved with her bright future ahead. That road turned out to have many cracks and potholes, hell, it probably wasn’t even paved.

“Are you sure? You did that last month.”

“It’s fine Hannah, trust me.”

Hannah slumped in her seat, she didn’t feel right having her best friend, who was also a student, help pay for her.

Growing up in the rundown suburbs of San Francisco, overdue bills and sleepless nights were her childhood. Her parents always wanted to get her out, but they were unable to do so financially. Thankfully, financial aid and small scholarships aided her in her academic career, she made sure to keep her grades high, knowing she would not be able to fully pay her way through. But that given money eventually ran out, and student loans piled high, taking every dollar she had.

Sometimes she would daydream about being rich. Fancy, tasteful meals, a beautiful house, and no worries. It was an impossible dream of course, she had to intention of being famous despite where she lives, surrounded by Hollywood stars and dreamers who wished to be so. Not to mention she also despised the upper class, most of which were unappreciative of their riches. They do say that money doesn’t buy happiness, but it can ease a few worries.

The ringing of a bell woke her up from her blissful daydream.

“All right class, make sure to finish the assignment by Monday, it’ll be a big influence on your final grade for the year. Have a good weekend.”

Standing up from her seat, Hannah collected her books and headed for the door.

“Any plans tonight girls?” Her friend Anna came up to her and Hazel, the curly redhead wrapped her arms around the two girls. Making Hannah slightly squirm away, her friends knew that she didn’t enjoy being touched, some ignored that, however.

“I don’t have the cash for a fun Friday night, sorry.” Hannah said, rolling her eyes at the question and trying to get out of the situation.

“Well what if I told you it was free?” Anna raised her eyebrow in an attempt to convince her cautious friend.

“Do you have something in mind?” Hazel questioned.

“Maybe,” She winked, “I’ll tell you in the car.” she giggled and quickly left the lecture hall.

“I wonder what goes on in her head sometimes.” Hazel pondered.

“I guess we’ll find out in the car.”

“The suit is a custom tailored Versace piece with velvet lining.”

“Sounds a bit hot don’t you think? Especially with all of the lights and everything?”

“Well the ladies will certainly think you are smoking hot sir.” His stylist, Michael winked at him.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Loki sighed.

Being one of the richest and most successful men in the world, Loki Laufeyson caught plenty of attention on his own, without a luxury suit. Michael insisted however, claiming that he must look good for the tabloids and websites that would be singing his praises tomorrow, or praying for his downfall.

“You have been on the list for most eligible bachelors in the world for the past four years. Don’t you think it might be time to think about settling down?”

“All of the women who want me just want my name or my money, I have to be careful that whatever girl I bring home won’t poison my drink and take my wealth.”

“The perfect lady will come along soon sir, and she won’t poison your wine. Now, would you like the black tie or the green tie?”

“I don’t need relationship advice from my stylist; and green.”

“Good choice.”

“Do I really have to go to this meaningless gala? I donate enough to charity, I don’t need to go to a party for them to tell me to donate more.”

“It'll make you look good to the public eye, and you need to get out of the house for something other than work.”

“I need to finish things.” Loki tried to argue.

“Listen, just go there, get your picture taken, make a speech, and then leave”

“It’s not that easy, I’m afraid.”

“It never is, is it?”

“So what is the plan you have for tonight?” Hannah asked her giddy friend.

“Well, there is a gala thing tonight for all those rich people who claim they donate to charity. It’s on Sunset Boulevard and some big names are gonna be there.”

“What about it? It’s not like we can get in or anything.” Hannah states, wondering what Anna had in mind.

“That’s why we will sneak in, then we can interview some of the celebs and get a good final grade for our assignment.”

“Do you have any idea how many people try to sneak into those things? It’s impossible!” Hannah exclaimed, “Why can’t we just interview a local store owner or someone like that for our assignment?”

“C’mon Hannah, this is our final assignment for the year, then it’s summer break! Don’t you want it to be good?” She pressures Hannah.

“Yes, but we don’t have to sneak into a heavily secured event to get a good grade!”

“Don’t be such a bummer!”

“Hey!” Hazel interrupted the girls’ bantering, attempting to be the voice of reason, “If she doesn’t want to do it she doesn’t have to, this whole situation is a bit risky anyway.”

“But it’ll be fun! And it will make a good story either way.” Anna gives Hannah a playful slap on the shoulder, irking the irritated girl even more.

“Fine” Hannah reluctantly agreed, clenching her jaw in regret of what she just said.

The ride to the gala was long due to the infamous traffic. Hannah was quiet most of the ride, staring out of the window, looking at the flamboyant city outside. Every once in a while she would glance at her friends in the front seat while questioning her life choices.

On the way to the gala the girls made a stop at Hannah and Hazel’s shared apartment to pick up some nicer clothes for the gala. Their intention was to blend in as interviewers, all the girls decided to go for their little black dresses in the closet. None of them owned anything close to professional, or nice for that matter. Hannah only had an old pair of flats for her dress shoes, hoping nobody would notice the seams beginning to tear at the heel.

“We’re here!” Anna said excitedly as she shut off the car.

“The gala is four blocks up the street!” Hannah pointed out.

“Oh, I’m sorry we couldn’t find a perfect parking spot in downtown LA on a Friday while a huge event is going on, princess.” Anna mocks her while fixing her mascara in the rear view mirror, rolling her eyes at Hannah as she did so.

“We’re wearing our clubbing dresses! We don’t fit in anyway!”

“We’re already late! Let’s go” Hazel yelled to interrupt the argument that was about to take place. The girls quickly rushed out of the car and made their way up to the venue.

Loki’s limousine slowly drove up to the red carpet where he will be making his entrance. He leaned back in the plush leather seat, one leg draped over the other with his arm resting on the back of the seat. The flash of the paparazzi cameras were bright, even with the heavily tinted windows separating them. Loki sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You don’t seem too happy about all of this,” his assistant Brain noticed as he sat across from him in the limo.

“This is all so unnecessary, I give my money to these people and they blow it on a lavish party? I’d rather be elsewhere using my time for something important.”

“This is important. The fact that you are here will improve your image in the media.” Brian attempted to reason with his boss.

“Who cares above what they think of me?” Loki says as he straightens his emerald green tie that he chose earlier.

“I do-“

“We have arrived,” the driver announced.

“Time to shine.” Brian said as he exited the luxury car and opened the door for his boss.

As soon as Loki stepped out he was immediately met with the flashing cameras and reporters with microphones in his face.

“Mr. Laufeyson, how does it feel to be here tonight representing your company?” A reporter asked as she put a microphone to his mouth.

Slightly annoyed at her unmannerly actions he answered her question nevertheless, “It feels great to be here representing Laufeyson industries and all who work with me. We take our charity work very seriously.”

‘You were just bitching about being here in the car.’ Brian kept himself from rolling his eyes as he recalled their conversation from only a minute ago.

“Ugh! I told you we were late!” Anna exclaimed while jogging towards the event, notebook and small camera in hand.

The girls followed her to the crowd of people outside trying to get a glimpse of the gala. Spotlights shone up at the sky to announce the presence of wealth and power as those beneath them waited outside, hoping to get a taste of the good life.

“There is no way we can get in there.” Hannah expressed her doubt as she tried to see over the crowd on her tiptoes, her shoe slipping off of her heel as she did so.

“I didn’t know that there would be so many people here!” Anna attempts to make a poorly executed excuse.

“It’s a celebrity event in Hollywood, of course there is a crowd waiting outside!” Hannah raises her voice in slight anger and speaks over the voices around her.

While darting their eyes around to find a possible way of entry, Hannah spots a news crew setting up their equipment outside of the side door of the venue.

“Maybe we could try to sneak in with them.” She subtly points to the crew over her shoulder.

“Well, that is certainly an idea.” Hazel states sarcastically with sarcasm and doubt.

“And it's the only one we have right now so let’s go!” Anna immediately makes her way over to them as Hazel and Hannah follow closely behind.

There were a lot of people with the news crew, about 20 including reporters, camera men, and tech people. The girls blended in with them posing as interviewers, seemingly going unnoticed by those around them. Everyone was too focused on whatever task they were currently doing to notice.

The group walked over to the back entrance of the building and almost made it in until one of the reporters finally noticed them. It was only a matter of time before one did so anyway.

“Excuse me, are you girls with us?” She asks, eyes scanning the three girls in front of her intensely.

Shit.

“Yes!” Anna, who was clearly nervous, spoke up, “Were journalists from the local college here for an assignment.”

“No one told me we would have students with us, where are your badges?” She questioned as she showed her badge attached to the lanyard around her neck.

“Um, we forgot them.” She stumbled over her poor excuse.

“Nice try, now get out!” She said as security escorted the disappointed girls to the front of the crowd.

“Don’t bother trying to come back, or else you girls will be leaving in handcuffs.” The large security man warned.

“Sorry Anna, maybe next time.” Hazel said with a sigh as she patted her disappointed friend on the back.

“Ugh this is so stupid! Imagine the grade we could get if we had gotten in there!” She stomped her heel onto the cement in a childish manner. Her immaturity caused Hannah to roll her eyes.

“It’s fine Anna, let's go interview the lady at the nail salon.” Hannah suggested as she attempted to pull her upset friend away from the crowd, knowing she would most likely be making a scene soon.

Anna pulled away and yelled, “Fuck you! You caviar eating sons of bitches!”

“Anna!”

The crowd laughed at her as she ranted about the upper class and chanted phrases such as “eat the rich” and “down with the patriarchy.” Some of the crowd even joined her, embarrassingly enough for Hannah, who facepalmed with annoyance. Anna always had to be the center of attention, even around celebrities.

Hazel joined the chant, nudging Hannah along to do so as well. Hannah ignored her as she looked up at the event infront of her. She could recognise some of the faces there, she didn’t care much for them however, not even the raven haired man in the dark suit who was looking over the shoulder of the reporter he was currently speaking with, staring at the worked up crowd.

Loki smirked in amusement at their chants, he thought they were entertaining.

“Is it bad that I agree with them?” We whispered to his assistant standing next to him.

“Oh stop it!” Brian snapped back, hoping the reporter didn’t hear his boss’ remark.

The crowd wasn’t too far from the event, they were held back by barricades and security, but they could still be seen by Loki. Among the rowdy crowd he spotted a woman who was up front, examining the situation around her; it seemed like she wasn’t too interested in being there either. She wore a short, black dress that had obviously seen a few drunken nights with the almost tattered condition it was in. She looked at her friend before looking back at the venue, unintentionally making eye contact with Loki as she did so.

“Quite the crowd outside.” The interviewer pointed out.

“Yes, quite.” Loki’s eyes linger on the girl for a little longer, even after the short lived eye contact was over.

Eventually Hannah and her friends were kicked off the premises. She was just happy to finally be out of there, away from the loud and sweaty crowd. The girls decided to head to one of the many bars in the city.

“I can’t believe how much they charge for drinks here!” Hannah exclaimed as she looked at the drink menu above the bar.

“It’s all on me girls,” Anna said as she gave the bartender her card and he made three shots of tequila for the girls, “drink up!”

One shot became two, then three, then she forgot why she was drinking in the first place. Anna was once again dancing around in a desperate attempt to gain attention from the men around her, which she was unfortunately succeeding at. Hazel was in the bathroom, the tequila most likely coming back to haunt her.

Hannah stumbled outside to try to get some fresh air on the crowded sidewalk outside of the bar. She stumbled down the sidewalk, obviously intoxicated to everyone around her. She has no idea what overcame her, she normally would never leave her friends while she was in such a state. But they didn’t seem to care too much right now.

She stopped and tried to steady herself on a light pole, the ground spun beneath her as she poorly attempted to walk straight. After a few seconds she felt collected enough and decided to go back to the bar and borrow Hazel’s phone to get a ride home. Just as she turned around, she accidentally stumbled into a man, causing her to accidentally fall against him.

“Watch it!” He said pushing her off of him and into oncoming traffic on the street next to her. Hannah didn’t even have time to process what was happening before headlights blinded her. She saw white before everything went dark.

The car that was heading towards her thankfully stopped but she still passed out from the alcohol, mixed with fear.

Hannah didn’t wake up until morning, her vision was blurry as she sat up from the bed, shielding her eyes from the sliver of light that came through the curtains.

The more she came to, the more she realized that she was not in her apartment. She looked down and saw that she was still in her dress from last night, her shoes were placed neatly by the bed. Her hands splayed out on the smooth, warm sheets beneath her, she looked down to investigate.

“Is this silk?”

#loki #loki fanfic #marvel #loki (marvel)#loki x reader #loki imagine #loki smut #loki fluff #mcu loki #loki au #fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #loki marvel #loki god of mischief #loki x oc #loki fic #loki tv ao3 feed #loki series

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elysialm · 2 years

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“Elysia-san?”

The Captain spoke up while he was looking down at his cup of tea, but eventually turned his green eyes back to the Herrscher of Beginning. He had been looking pensive for some time now— it was clear that there was a question he wanted to ask, a desire to know what answer she had found:

“Were you satisfied with your journey?”

@dekirukoto

A journey such as hers will never end for she is the beginning, the origin, the blank slate that humanity will color with their beautiful paints. She had no end, she had no last page, she had no papers stained in just black where no colors would be seen. The maiden of purity and destiny, she watches her guest with a smile tender and gentle, a finished plate with a delicious cake sitting in front of her with a silver fork still in her possession as she scoops the last parts of icing off the silver platter.

Her eyes of purple crystals shine, the seeds ready to bloom into the most beautiful flowers the worlds have seen. The traveler before her—Makoto Naegi—is a wonderful young man, isn’t he? She can see the pristine shimmer of his soul, she can see it in his eyes: the kindness, the determination, the never-ending belief in the better. This is why Elysia waits, playful smile doesn’t disappear as she listens and weighs the reply in her head. His question is so serious, but the tension isn’t there, it’s never been there. If anything, Makoto’s question makes her remember the journey she started eons ago. Fifty thousand years has she witnessed the fate of countless bubble universes, and the people she cared about deeply even past her ascension: The Flamechasers. Her personal paradise, her Elysium Everlasting. After all, paradise was not just a ‘place’ but a ‘group’ of people who accepted her, loved her, and missed her.

“What are you talking about, Makoto?” Her giggles are light like the sound of the bells flying behind her. This is Heaven, this is Paradise, this is Elysium Everlasting. The beautiful vines behind both of them, wrapped around marble columns, they bloom with magical flowers, shining in this moment with radiance. Elysia, too, shines in this scenery of peace and beauty for she is the creator of this domain, it represents her and represents her state of mind. His question is a sad one, not something she thought would be one to answer. Thus, she will turn it into yet another tale of hope and future. “My journey did not end, it’s still going. I met you, didn’t I? You are another wonderful encounter.”

Her smile is encouraging as she places the fork down, reaching out for her cup of tea then. Once the sip is done, her gaze shines with excitement and her smile is bright, wide, and almost child-like.

“My journey with those I love so much—that journey made me into who I am now. The chapter where a beautiful maiden Elysia created the Flamechasers and then those thirteen people did their best to save the world... it was beautiful, wasn’t it? I think so, I will make sure their next life won’t be filled with sorrow. So, yes, I am happy with what happened.”

Would she do something different if she knew the sorrow and the tragedy that would befall them upon her ascension? Yes, she would. More than fifty thousand years gave her the ability to look over the possibilities over and over again, but she was glad to witness Herrschers who fight for humanity accompanying the captain. He was a wonderful young man, he will witness so many wonderful stories. Ah, he better tell her more when he will come back.

“Your journey isn’t over yet, Makoto. Look forward as you are looking at me, and remember that the future is brighter. No matter where you are, no matter where those girls are, no matter where my ‘paradise’ is, [Elysia] will never leave you. I will always be by your side, maybe not in this form, but look up into the sky,” her gaze grows softer as she smiles sweetly yet maturely, thousands years gave her a new experience and a new view but it didn’t alternate her pristine soul, her clear visage. “I will be with you in the stars, in the gentle breeze of the wind, in the Sun awakening, in the rain falling, in the sounds of birds, in the blooms of flowers, in the music of rivers, in the world so beautiful so many forget to look around. I will be there, following your journey as I did [his].” A boy who was pushed by fate, frozen to his heart through the crusade he did not yet finish; a boy who carried the weight of a battle unfinished.

#THANK YOU ALEX I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHH #dekirukoto #∴∵ ❁ ∴∵ 「 THE BEGINNING OF YOU AND I. 」 in character.

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xiaohitsdifferent · 3 years

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a foolish love

pairing: xiao x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1,302

warning(s): none

author’s note: hey guys! i’m currently taking requests for genshin impact x reader right now so feel free to drop by and send one.

“in the thousands of years that have passed, i have taken countless wraiths. if you want no trouble, stay away from me. see me as a weapon, and nothing more.”

xiao had clearly stated this after he swiftly finished off the last tainted hilichurl. there was no reason to get close to you, a mere mortal

yet, you didn’t falter at his harsh statement. if anything, your eyes shone brighter than ever, a new spark of determination settling upon it. without a word, he disappeared. he could already tell that you were going to be a rather troublesome mortal

days passed and xiao had long forgotten about the fateful encounter with you. after all, he had other worrisome tasks to do like purging demons and protecting liyue

however, today seemed slower than usual. the gleeful wind tickled his choppy hair, almost like it was teasing him. his hardened amber eyes scanned the scenery below, admiring the peaceful view of trees swaying and small critters frolicking around. it was mornings like these that made him temporarily forget about his internal turmoil

however, xiao wasn’t able to relish in the quietness for too long. the familiar wooden creaks from behind him caught his attention

“why have you seek me out, mortal?” he kept his eyes glued on the view, a growl threatening to erupt from his voice. xiao knew there was something wrong with you the moment your eyes sparkled in determination after being near death’s door

“i wanted to thank you for saving me by making this,” out of curiosity, he turned to face you. you wore a bright smile, one that was far too innocent for this world. he adjusted his vision to your outstretch arms. a beautiful pile of almond tofu sat on the porcelain plate you held out, its light syrup glistening in the sunlight

ah, it seems that this mortal knew how much i love this dish. he thought disdainfully, keeping a stoic expression upon his face. with a sigh, he reached out and accepted the offering, making you grin even wider. there was no harm in doing that... right?

he had expected you to leave right away, or even break down under his adeptal energy, but you remained rooted to the spot. you looked up at him with those darn puppy eyes, “well aren’t you going to taste it?”

“and why should i eat in front of you?” he retorted back and took a step back to distance himself from you. he wasn’t sure if it was just your stubbornness that prevented you from feeling his adeptal energy, but he wasn’t willing to risk it by staying too close to you

he watched as you place your pointer finger on your lips and pouted, “i mean shouldn’t it be normal for a person who cooked it to see their taster’s reaction?”

“i... suppose so,” he hesitantly spoke. you did make a good point, and he couldn’t possibly ignore your kicked-puppy expression for far too long. “but there seems to be no utensil for me to eat it.” he deadpanned, maintaining eye contact with you

you owlishly blink, eyes widening in embarrassment, “oh my archons! how could i-? i’ll be right back.” he couldn’t help, but chuckle at your scurrying form. you were a mortal, but an amusing and forgetful one nonetheless

after that, you and the sole yaksha got close like two peas in a pod. whenever you tend to adventure out in liyue, xiao offered to go with you, grumbling that you wouldn’t be able to last without his protection

if anything, he was secretly thankful for you. you often visit him at wangshu inn with offerings of almond tofu, despite complaining that it would be more convenient if he lived closer

eventually, months had passed and liyue harbor was bustling with people due to the upcoming lantern festival

the traveler, aether, had tried desperately to convince xiao to come, but only managed to get him close to the gates of liyue harbor, which wasn’t a complete loss

bright, yellow paper lanterns painted the nightly sky, outshining the full moon. the conquerer of evil sat himself down on the, somewhat dry, grass, his mask clinking along his hips. he paid no mind to the world around him, instead focusing on the sky. it was beautiful. but even so, he couldn’t help, but feel like something, or a specific someone, was missing.

as if the archons had heard his wish, he hears the familiar, light footsteps emitting from behind him. “xiao?” you question, tilting your head to the side. upon hearing his name, he takes a look at your attire. you were wearing, what seemed to be, a beautiful jade qipao. the tips of his ears brighten up at your color of choice. “it’s rare to see you outside of wangshu inn.” you continue as you take a seat next to xiao, adjusting your qipao.

he could feel your heat from how close you were to him. his heart was racing at the proximity between the two of you and he was sure that his whole face was now beet red. had he always had these feelings for you? the thought of falling for you was absurd. it wasn’t possible for him, a killing machine, to fall for someone as faultless as you.

xiao shook his head to clear his thoughts, “i suppose so.” the atmosphere went silent, but it wasn’t one of those awkward ones. rather, it was the peaceful ones where the two of you were simply enjoying each other’s presence.

that was, of course, until he felt the harsh winds brushing against his exposed biceps. xiao was used to the winds, he was an anemo user after all. but were they used to it? he glanced over to you, watching as you seem to slightly shiver from the chilling winds. your attire definitely wasn’t enough to keep you warm on this particular chilly night.

a frowned fell upon his face. he didn’t have a jacket nor did he bring along any outerwear. how exactly was he supposed to keep you warm? body warmth. he quickly thought, but scowled at himself. wasn’t he already ashamed of himself for having romantic feelings for you? at this point, he was just digging himself a hole to die in.

but he couldn’t possibly see you shiver any longer. “come here,” he mumbled underneath his breath as he pulled you in between his lap, wrapping his muscular arms around your midsection. you yelp in surprise and your back straightened against his chest. “i know this may be... unpleasant, but bear with it a bit longer.”

you were so close to the point where he can smell your scent. stop acting weird. he absolutely didn’t want you to be scared of him so he tried to stay as still as possible. a few moments passed before he felt your body finally relax underneath him, “thank you, xiao.”

he tighten his arms around you, letting you know that he heard your appreciation. “hey, xiao,” he hummed in response, “is it... is it okay if i sleep right now? you’re really warm.” he could clearly hear the tiredness seeping from your melodic voice.

“do as you please.” and with that, your breath started to steady into a soft rhythm, your body limp against him. with a sigh, xiao picked you up bridal-style, careful to not rustle you too much. compared to the hundreds of lit lanterns, you looked so ethereal underneath the moon. hesitantly, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and pulled back, admiring your sleeping face.

“look what you’ve done to me, (y/n),” he chuckled lightly and shook his head, “you’ve made me a love-sick fool.” perhaps he would confess to you how he truly felt once you woke up.

#genshin impact xiao #genshin scenarios #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao imagines #xiao x reader #fluff #alatus #gn reader

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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kacchan, kaacchan, kaachan

— “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

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pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!izuku, pegging, jealous!reader, degradation, anal fingering, begging, crying, marking and biting, best friends(?) bkdk

word count: 6,520

a/n: I have transcended. im sorry, this is now my favorite fic. im... ohhh mama, I just froth at this idea so much, please if you aren’t so utterly disgusted by mommy kink or bkdk pray you read this. p l e a s e.

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“I fucking hate them,” you growled, temples throbbing in your anger, fingers clutching your drink. “I’m going to kill Izuku and his stupid fucking Kacchan.”

You met Midoriya Izuku before high school. At the time, you had been a sweating, nervous middle schooler who was applying for Yuuei, who was sitting right next to him during the entrance exam. Despite the way your hands were shaking the entire time you were taking the test, and the way your stomach felt seconds from exiting your abdominal cavity and falling straight onto your lap, you smiled. You kept watching the green-haired boy next you continue to fanboy over the smallest of things.

Through this, you had also met Bakugou Katsuki. You had initially thought the two of them were friends, well with the rather weird nicknames they had for each other, and then the small disgruntled comment on not being able to work together with friends.

After being dismissed to go change out of your school uniforms, you had tapped on the green-haired boy. He was muttering a storm under his breath. He wasn’t much taller than you, and his green eyes were shot wide when you thanked him for making you less nervous. He didn’t say anything back to you, a red blush bright on his face as you wished him luck before racing off.

So on the first day of high school, on the fated orientation day, you had been surprised to see that Midoriya and Bakugou nearly fought. They weren’t friends, you quickly figured out, a small frown on your face as Aizawa-sensei dropped Bakugou from his capture weapon. It didn’t take much for you to become friends with the initially timid, but entirely confident Midoriya Izuku. The two of you were fast friends, and before long after watching countless times where Midoriya and Bakugou would be at each other's throats to only be okay within the next few hours.

It confused you entirely.

Eventually, one day on your way home together one night, you finally asked Midoriya.

Midoriya had frowned, his eyes looking out of the speeding window as he slowly explained his relationship with Bakugou to you. He explained that he and Bakugou were childhood friends, having first met when they were three years old. They had been good friends, best friends if it was possible to have one back then. Then, their quirks appeared, and Bakugou received endless praise and awe — it was a changing point in their relationship since Midoriya explained that he was a rare individual who only manifested his quirk within the last few years. So while Bakugou had never put him down for being quirkless, a single moment happened when they were about six years old, wandering in a gated woods area, and Midoriya went to see if Bakugou — who had fallen from a great height — was okay. From that moment on, something flipped inside Bakugou, and he lashed out. He smiled sadly, admitting without a lick of doubt that Bakugou was a jerk to him, a real asshole.

As if to save Bakugou from an ill opinion from you, Midoriya quickly imputed that Bakugou was still one of the lesser antagonizers he had in middle school and at the end of grade school. Most of his other classmates had been his bigger bullies. Still, because Bakugou was just different to both him and the school as a whole, the few times he antagonized Midoriya, it seemed to wave into ripples that turned into tsunami wave crashes. Midoriya had explained that he had gone too far in a single instance and that it still hurt thinking about it. He would like an apology from Bakugou but didn’t know how or if it would happen. After all, Bakugou hadn’t bullied or antagonized him at all for the last full year.

You had taken it all in, watching the small green-haired boy look both sad and determined as the metro pulled into your station.

“You still want to be friends with him, huh?” you asked, ignoring the people clambering out and in of the vehicle.

Midoriya had looked at you with wide eyes and his teeth bitten, swollen lips pressed into a flat line, his head dropping, “Is it weird that I do?”

Chuckling, you shook your head, moving to leave the metro, “A little, you guys definitely will have to put some work into it, but hey, as long as you know that he’s done you wrong before, I think you deserve to find out if you two can make it work again.”

That had happened at the end of your first month of school.

At the end of your second year of school, you had confessed your feelings to Midoriya Izuku, who thankfully, returned your feelings.

At the end of your third year of school, you had watched with bright eyes and a great smile as your boyfriend hugged his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki as the graduation streamers and confetti still swirled in the air. You and your entire group of female friends, who for the past two years had been trying to get both boys to confess that they were best friends with each other, seemed to have succeeded. They had obviously been friends by the end of the first year; both boys have gotten to speak on their many different feelings and thoughts at the end of the first year. But it had taken seven girls, two more years, and a late-night discussion between you and Izuku for you to figure out that no matter what happened with his relationship with his Kacchan, he would be at peace with it. He had chased him for so long, for such crazy lengths and obstacles that the moment when they found peace, he had accepted it.

But you knew what would happen if you had gotten the ever so annoying, permanent tsundere of Bakugou Katsuki to admit where the lengths of their friendship were at currently. You had guessed correctly because Izuku was absolutely sobbing as Bakugou hugged him. It could have been an awkward moment between them. The two of them never touched one another unless it was because they were roughhousing, training, or assisting one another in the middle of a fight. But your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend, entirely built and tall as he was now, blushing as he still does, scarred fingers and arms holding his Kacchan tight, the happy tears on his face rushing down his cheeks as Bakugou seemed to be blinking up a storm.

You have succeeded.

Best friends, you squealed internally, grabbing the girls and walking away to take some photos together. You had finally gotten them to admit that they were best friends again.

It should have made you happy, and for a while, it did make you glad to know your loving boyfriend was over the moon happy to have this small detail confirmed with him, but two years post-graduation, it was straight up annoying and made you somewhat... livid.

It started when your classmates began to whisper about how strong you were to let Izuku and Bakugou be that close. Then reporters asked about how you felt about the Wonder Duo’s relationship outside of the field. Fans straight up saying that they liked them better than you and Izuku, fans asking if you felt lesser than Ground Zero in Pro Hero Deku’s life. At first, you had always expressed your truths, you didn’t care what others thought because you knew the truth, but they must have been annoying you for so damn long that you were beginning to feel doubtful, just the tad bit anxious.

Izuku had asked if you wanted to go to a bar for a night of some drinking. Well, with the both of you not having work tomorrow, you had agreed. It had been a while since the two of you had been able to do anything. So a night at the bar the two of you frequented a lot was a great start to a long night the two of you were undoubtedly going to have if the lace panties under your skirt had anything to say about it. You thanked the gods of every deity every night for making your boyfriend such a stupid pervert that a single whisper of what you were wearing would have him turning red and stumbling out of the bar to get you home immediately.

Well, that was the plan.

But no, nope, nope, nope, nope.

In the middle of your flirting session with Izuku, who still could not keep up with your quick, slick tongue, his phone had rung. It wasn’t abnormal that it went off, he was an incredibly gifted hero, and with his recent sort of permanent team up with his Kacchan to form a hero duo, they were hot shit.

But it wasn’t a work call.

No, it took two seconds to figure that out because Izuku had placed his phone to his ear, his cheeks pink, and eyes sparkling as he immediately chirped out: “Kacchan! Hi!”

And just like that, your flirtatious mood had been stomped on and stabbed over into one of annoyance.

Your boyfriend was a hero otaku; that was something you knew the very moment you met him when both of you were merely fifteen. From that moment on, when your crush was formed on the excitable, blushing otaku, you knew that should you become his girlfriend, there would only be two people above you.

Midoriya Inko then All Might.

Both of those people were completely understandable.

Inko was the best mother in the world, and as Izuku’s most significant and first support system, you didn’t mind losing out to her. She was a fucking sweetheart, after all.

All Might was a slightly annoying one, but as your boyfriend's mentor and father figure, you understood. Plus, the scrawny man was also a sweetheart who flustered over Izuku almost as much as Inko did.

But, you didn’t and couldn’t believe that Bakugou ‘Kacchan’ fucking Katsuki would be challenging your place as third in the most critical person in Midoriya Izuku’s life. You wouldn’t sit idly by on it.

Taking another long, deep chug of the heavy in alcohol percentage drink in your hand, your anger seemed to be at an all-time high.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

That stupid fucking nickname seemed to pour like liquid gold from Izuku’s mouth.

Kacchan this, Kacchan that, Kacchan yes, Kacchan no.

You knocked back yet another fucking drink, slamming the glass onto the bar counter, demanding another one as Izuku’s deep stupid voice seemed to turn airy as he laughed at something Bakugou Katsuki said. Bakugou Katsuki, who didn’t ever tell jokes because everything he said was stupidly not funny and hated being not serious even for a single second, was making your stupidly thick, built, and strong boyfriend giggle like a schoolgirl. Izuku only laughed like that around you?!

Oh, fucking, no, you realized, your back straightening, your eyes blazing into Izuku’s side profile that still illuminated the deep, intensity of his blinding happy smile.

“Kacchaaannn!” Izuku suddenly whined, his lips pressing into a pout that wouldn’t form because of his stupid, irritatingly handsome smile. “That’s not fair!”

Growling under your breath, you grabbed the new drink presented to you by the bartender and began chugging.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

Kacchan, Kaacchan, Kaa-chan.

You spluttered, your head light and fuzzy with the inhibiting alcohol as you heard Izuku still rambling on the phone to his dumb fucking Kacchan.

‘Did he just?’ you thought, entirely unprepared for that name to whisper from his mouth.

Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan.

You stopped a broken moan from spilling from your mouth at that word. Despite the coursing alcohol in your veins and the way it typically made you hornier slower, that slightly whiny, entirely Izuku’s tone when he said what your horny brain to be interpreting as Kaa-chan, your panties became wet immediately.

“Izuku,” you breathed — almost whined — into his ear. Your chest pressed against his muscled arm—your mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his ear before biting down on his earlobe.

“Y-Y-Yes, y/n?” Izuku stammered, his face flushing, mind entirely lost at the feeling of your breasts pressing onto his arm and probably his stupid Kacchan’s voice in his other ear.

“I’m wearing those panties you really, really like,” you moaned softly into his ear, your teeth nibbling on his earlobe.

You never heard Izuku hang up so quickly on his Kacchan as he downed his drink and quickly followed after you, a puppy at your heels.

The two of you made it home, mouths pressing fervently together, fingers in each other’s hair and clothes. You giggled when you managed to push your much larger boyfriend into the door the moment you both managed to enter your apartment.

His scarred fingers had invaded the underneath of your skirt, already pressing his fingertips to the lacey fabric. He moaned against your mouth, his hands pervertedly gripping your full ass in his large, hot palms.

“Call me Kaa-chan,” you suddenly moaned, your mouth tearing away from Izuku’s reveling in the fact that he tried to chase after your mouth. It was at moments like this that being so much smaller than your skyscraper of your boyfriend helped — the third year of high school had made your entire male classmates grow an additional near one hundred centimeters, fucking ridiculous.

“W-What?!” Izuku spluttered, his eyes wide but still entirely glazed over with his lust.

“Kaa-chan,” you slur, the alcohol in your veins and his kisses on your lips, making your brain mush. “Call me, Kaa-chan, please!”

“I-I can’t? I’m not going to call you, Kacchan! T-That’s so weird? You don’t even look like him, and even if you did, I’m sure that would be entirely not okay! That’s Kacchan’s nickname, and for me to just use it in bed would make me think that I’m having sex with Kacchan, and I bet you’d agree about how not okay that would be! Imagine that! That would be not okay, but if there’s anything else you want me to call you in bed, although, you do have the best reactions to me whenever I call you—” Izuku rambled, his eyes searching the dark hallway for something to focus on. His face red with slight humiliation and his muttering tongue speeding so fast you could barely keep up with his sentences with your drunken brain.

“Not Kacchan,” you roll your eyes, your hands pressed to his side, trapping him between your arms — something that was a hilarious sight. “Kaa-chan, Izuku-chan, Kaa-chan.”

“O-Oh.”

You pulled away from the wall, your eyes bright with what you thought would finally be the tipping point in your biggest kink finding a spot in your sex life with Izuku.

But Izuku begins laughing, his head shaking quickly, the laughter so loud that you watch literal tears form in his eyes as he stands there. Your cunt suddenly feels dry.

“I-I can’t do that,” Izuku finally manages to press through, his hand on his stomach as small laughs still manage to breakthrough. “Oh, god, no, I can’t. I’ll always think of Kacchan when — if I call you kaa-chan.”

Your lips pressed together, anger flushing through your blood as you nod your head once.

“Fine.”

“Y-Y/n!” Izuku bawks, his eyes wide as he quickly understood that he hurt your feelings with that outburst of his. “W-Wait, I mean—”

“No need,” you cement over, lips pursed in your shaking anger. “Give me some time alone, please.”

Izuku can only watch with wide, tearful eyes as you guide him out of your apartment, and you don’t look at him when you close the door, too afraid of what those puppy dog eyes would do to you. You needed time after being laughed at like that; your pride demanded it.

It took less than five hours for you to forgive Izuku. He had stayed in the hallway of your apartment. Sitting outside of your door, waiting for you to message him of some sort about wanting to talk. You hadn’t precisely forgiven him, just wouldn’t allow your more often than not perfect boyfriend to be trapped outside, sleeping in a terrible position on your day off. So at nearly two am, your eyes refusing to close and fall asleep, you trudged to your front door and demanded he gets in or else he’d sleep in the hallway.

Izuku had looked up at you with tired, sad eyes, and your throat tightened as you looked away with a huff. He had gotten to his feet and walked into your apartment, kissing you softly as the door closed behind the two of you. Despite you having been the one to kick him out earlier, he carried you to your room as you began to cry again. He undressed to just his boxers, and the two of you cuddled each other before the both of you fell asleep, feeling slightly better.

Although you hated to admit it, everything was back to normal the following morning.

Well, that is until the fateful day when you were straddled across Izuku’s waist, his thick, long cock stretching you out as much as it felt that first time you fucked, riding him until his hands left bruising prints on your hips. You knew what made Izuku tick, moan, and go absolutely feral in bed; you knew him so well, and if the indicating throbbing of his swollen cock had anything to say, was that he was seconds from cumming.

Again, this was a fateful day.

His work phone suddenly screeched at the nightstand, and you both screamed at the horror.

What was happening?!

Not bothering to unmount from his cock, Izuku grabbed his phone and placed it to his ear.

“Hello, Deku, speaking!”

You pouted from on top of him, still rather pleased that his cock was still firm within you, and you watched his face, ready to send the blood in his cock right back to his head and get him out the front door if it was an emergency.

“K-KACCHAN?! THIS ISN’T AN EMERGENCY!” Izuku screamed, his face pounding red as his free arm collapsed over his eyes.

You were going to kill motherfucking shithead, Bakugou Katsuki.

Your eyes narrowed, and with the fury of being cockblocked by your boyfriend's stupid best friend in a whole new way, you began to shift your hips against his cock. Your hips rising and falling as you continued to fuck Izuku, uncaring that he was on the phone.

Izuku, never having been good at being secretive, let out a strangled choke and a moan, his hand thrown over his eyes trying to get a solid hold on your hips to keep you from fucking yourself against him. He froze, his face exploding with heat the moment you forcibly clenched around his thick length, “I-I-I’m at y/n’s apartment! Kacchan! NO! We were having sex!”

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was going to blab that secret out.

“We are having sex right now, K-Kacchan!” Izuku whimpered, downright hilarious of the brick wall of a pro hero could do. “Kacchan, that’s not fair! You called on my emergency-only phone! Of course, I was going to pick up!”

Red bled into your vision as you realized that Bakugou undoubtedly was talking shit about your ability to fuck your own boyfriend.

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned again, but you were far past the point of being okay with this situation.

Grabbing the phone from Izuku’s hand, you slammed the phone to your ear, listening to the chortling laughter of Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

“You fucking piece of fucking shit, try calling this number again without a proper fucking emergency next time, and I’ll kill. you!” you spat into the phone, your blood boiling as the laughter on the other side of the line stopped, only for you to be met with an irritated and challenge-accepted growl of Bakugou Katsuki, who was seconds from responding back with his own threat and challenge. But you hung up, chucking the phone into the corner of the room before setting your sight on Izuku who’s eyes and pupils were blown wide.

You couldn’t even begin to process that your words had turned Izuku on; you could barely feel his throbbing, twitching cock buried deep in your womb because your inner walls held a vice, unbreakable grip on him. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan. You had finally heard that stupid fucking nickname in bed, and still, the way it was said and who it was for wasn’t for you, and you were absolutely frothing.

“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” you spit out, fury and animosity, your hips still slamming down on his cock, Izuku’s scarred hands once again reaching for your waist. “Is there any other fucking name you can ramble in bed?!”

Izuku cries out, his hips snapping up to meet yours, the echoing slap of your meeting sexes still not loud enough to tune out your angry, abhorrent thoughts.

“N-No?!” Izuku stammers out, confusion heavy on his tongue, and you know why, but you don’t care. “I-I-I don’t! What else am I supposed to sayyyy oh my god, baby! What am I supposed to call Kacchan?!”

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you smile slowly. You wait for green eyes to open and lock on you before your smile becomes cunning, altogether ferocious, and biting as your hand reaches out and grabs the curls at the nape of his neck. You yank on the hair towards you, watching as his neck arches, and you coo at the breathless gasp that spills from his mouth as your lips are at his ear, his cock threatening to slip out of your boiling cunt at this new angle. There’s a growl on your tone, your lips brushing against the soft cartilage of his ear. “Say Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan. Since you fucking want your damn fucking Kacchan so badly that you can’t even indulge in my little nickname, I’ll make sure to ruin the damn fucking nickname for you forever.”

You pull away, your hissing words sitting heavy in his ears as you slip off his cock and stumble to the closet for your toys.

Izuku lets out a needy noise, his breaths pathetic gasps as he looks at you and away, unable to fully comprehend just what you were planning on doing to him.

Slamming open the closet, you grab the plastic tinted box in the closet, throwing it open and grabbing three items.

One: your pretty green harness.

You had bought at a sex shop store you frequent whenever you were bored and alone. About six months ago, this particular sex shop had obtained rights to sell Pro Hero styled lingerie and sex toys. This harness was modeled after Izuku’s costume, and you bought it to surprise him with whenever you two got into pegging.

Two: the bottle of lube.

Also purchased from the sex shop. Apparently, it was a lube that was both super cold and hot — obviously modeled after Todoroki. It would start off as cold on the skin before warming up to temperatures that were guaranteed to make people shriek and moan like porn stars.

And last, but definitely not least, your ace up your sleeve: the strap on dildo.

At the same sex shop, they had released a limited quantity, a one-week available dildo that was nearly impossible to accept was a thing. Along their wall of many, many different shapes and sizes of dildos had sat seven limited dildos made from the cocks of pro heroes.

One of which being Ground Fucking Zero: Bakugou Katsuki.

You’re not sure what possessed you into buying it, but you did. The dildo modeled after Bakugou’s own cock was now something you possessed, something you hid from Izuku’s sight at all times. The cock was about eight, nearly nine inches, maintaining a fat, swollen head and base, with thick veins running through its length.

The dildo itself was completely minimalist, jet black with only the Ground Zero’s logo painted to the bottom of the curve, but if you were to do this, Izuku wouldn’t know it was his best friend's cock until you were done with him.

Throwing your legs through the harness, you turn your head to lock eyes with Izuku’s bright eyes that are taking in your every move. You fasten the ties, making them just a tad bit tight around your thighs and waist because you knew that Izuku loved seeing the divot in your skin.

Your eyes are peering through your lashes to look at him, your frown becoming a confident, biting smirk as you attach the dildo, immediately covering your hand with the cold lube before slicking up the silicone cock. Izuku watches you with shaking thighs as you climb back onto the bed, your eyes dark, dangerous, as your fingers drag down his toned and muscled calves.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees like the fucking good boy you are,” you growl out the command, your fingernails digging into his skin. “Show your cute fucking ass to your Kaa-chan.”

Izuku let out a heavy moan as his body quickly shifted over, he got up onto his knees, but he went a step further by pressing onto his knees, letting his scarred back curve beautifully for you.

You groan at the sight, Izuku's large, muscled ass on full display for you. His body trembles and shakes with every breath he takes and how his muscles are tight with his nervousness. His little asshole clenching and tightening at the air, undoubtedly ready to have you press the cock into him. You groan, your hand that's slick with the lube becoming warmer with the intended promise of the lube, and your grin when you grip his supple asscheeks between your hands, delighting at the way his flesh molds within your hands.

“You have such a pretty little ass, baby boy,” you moan, your index finger circling around the rim of his pert, tight hole. You lean in closer, your hot breaths spilling across his muscle that sends it spasming in its attempts to clench around nothing. “What do you want your Kaa-chan to do?”

Izuku stammers, his mouth unable to form any sort of coherent sentence as you lather your fingers in the cold lube, and without much of an introduction, you slide your slick, cold index finger into his hole. Izuku cries loudly when you move your finger inside of his ass, and you smirk at the sight of his twisted with delirium face before you. Eyes crossed, tongue hanging out as your finger dives into his ass.

“Does this feel good, baby?” you ask, finger curling deep within his ass.

He can’t find the energy to speak, but strangled noises of approval are made, and his hips shift back onto your thrusting finger.

You enter a new finger, stretching out his tight muscle even further, your two fingers reaching a further depth and more manageable pace than you had before. You grin at the way Izuku begins to fuck himself against your fingers, his asshole looking as if it swallows your fingers as your dildo ruts against his leaking cock. Izuku's chest collapses onto the mattress when you glide your free hand against both the dildo and his cock as you continue to finger his ass — a third finger eventually joining.

“God, your ass is so fucking slutty, sweetie,” you groan, absolutely obsessed with the pink haze on Izuku’s cheeks and the growing moans. “Is your Kaa-chan making you feel good? Kaa-chan promises that she’ll protect you through everything!”

Izuku spams, a loud cry of your name as your fingernails scratch at his walls, and his hips buck further into your fingers deep in his ass before rutting back into your hand, stroking his cock. You coo at how he is clearly enjoying it, chest-thumping with how he clearly wants more, and how you intend to give him more. A sadistic smile carved onto your face as his rambling begins to take shape begins to actually have meaning behind it except the whining, pitiful cries.

“You are!” Izuku finally manages to gasp, his ass slamming back onto your curled three fingers. The lube is now hot as it can grow, and Izuku is obsessed with the heat in his ass. “You’re doing this to me, y/n!”

You freeze, fingers freezing in his ass as Izuku once again refused to call you Kaa-chan.

Well then.

Freeing your fingers from deep in his ass, your upper lip curled into a snarl as you doused the Ground Zero dildo with the ice-cold lube, your blood roaring in your ear. It just seemed that you were going to have to take that nickname by force.

Slapping the lube coated dildo between the valley of his pretty, beautiful asscheeks, you grabbed his head of curls, snapping his head back so that his ear was a lick away. “Listen to what I’m about to fucking do, I-zu-ku,” you accentuate his name, your free hand gripping his slick cock, and fisting it slowly, your grip tightening whenever he tried to rut into your grip. “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear. Izuku freezes for a second, deep flushed red exploding on his face before he moans loudly, face burying into the mattress as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

“Kacchan…” Deku’s mouth fumbles, unable to find that distinction even like this, but that’s okay, you got time.

“Again, Deku,” you snap, watching as a shiver slams down his spine at the nickname, and you press the head of the cold, lube coated dildo against his ready, clenching asshole.

“Kaa-aachan!” Deku moans loudly, and you press the head of the black dildo into his ass, watching as his slutty little ass swallows the head without a single problem. His back arches further, and his ass shakes as you keep him from falling further on his Kacchan’s cock.

“Are you having that much fucking trouble distinguishing who’s fucking you right now, Deku?!” you practically seethe, your fingernails digging into his firm, plump ass before beginning to drag the cockhead away.

“No!” Deku sobs, his ass pathetically following after your exiting cock. “I’m not Kaa-chan, I promise!”

Oh, the golden words you’ve been looking for.

With a widespread, near-feral grin, you slammed the whole cock within him, not stopping until you couldn’t see the black of the dildo, and your thighs were pressed against his ass. The noises that spilled from Izuku’s mouth with sinful, lewd, and made you think for a second the hot and cold lube was in your cunt. His mouth continued to speak at a speed you couldn’t understand, his ass greedily sucking the dildo in with no thought to return it.

“I-It feels so good!” Deku cries, his ass slapping backward onto your strap. “Your cock is so good!”

“Damn fucking right it is, Deku,” you laughed, hands gripping his hips and with a determined show to make sure he knew just who the superior Kaacchan was, you began to rut your hips back up again his.

Your pace was a lot faster than Deku’s, thighs crashing against his ass with every successive pound of your hips. Deku, who’s always been so good about being responsive in bed, is crying and moaning like a bitch in heat. His moans are endless and delightfully loud, his ass slamming backward to meet your rutting hips, and you can't help but land a loud spank against his sweet ass.

“How is this feeling, Deku? Tell your Kaa-chan how your shitty little hole is feeling?” you laugh, your body leaning over his, your lips and teeth marking up his sweaty, scarred back with bites marks and hickies. “Tell your Kaa-chan how it feels to have your shitty asshole fucked like this?”

“It feels sooo good, Kaa-chan!” Deku sobs and you shiver at the power behind that stupid little nickname. “My Kaa-chan is making me feel so good, so loved! Kaa-chan’s cock is stretching my ass out so good, her cock makes my stomach and ass feel so funny, but I d-don’t want it to end!”

His back is arched, and his fingers can no longer clutch the fabric of the mattress, and it’s all overwhelming as you fuck into him faster, more demanding, with more intention to have him be yours forever.

“My precious little Deku looks so fucking cute when he’s crying for his Kaa-chan,” you pant, your thrusts becoming sloppier with your heightened pleasure, knowing just whose cock he was crying for. His stupid Kacchan could never do this.

The raw noises of wanton pleasure rip from Deku’s throat and his ass comes down to fuck back on your strap on with greater power, faster speed. You keep up, though, you have to prove your worth, you’ll fuck his brains out until the only thing he can call you is his Kaa-chan. You grip his hips, your knees shifting as you find a new angle, a better angle as you drill the cock in faster and further in, bottoming out in him with every stroke of your bucking hips.

“Fuck!” he screams, his knees almost wholly giving out on you as you drive against his prostate. The cock and angle you had quickly allowing you such a pleasure as you fuck into him faster. And upon the tenth slam against his prostate, Deku is shouting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Kaa-chan!”

Drool is pouring onto the bed, and you feel on fire as Deku continues to whimper, continues to cry your name, claiming that his Kaa-chan has never made him feel this good before. Your hands move from his waist and find themselves latched onto his curls and fisting his cock again. The power that hums through your body makes you see stars as he cries at the pain of having his hair yanked backward, and having your fingers press against the head of his weeping, pre-cum drenched cock.

“Oh, poor pathetic Deku,” you snarl despite the grin on your face, sweat drips down your temple, and you laugh. “Does your pathetic fucking cock need to cum? Do you need to cum while your Kaa-chan’s cock fucks you?”

“Y-Yes Kaa-chan!” Deku screams, his tongue falling from his mouth, his eyes dazed in his hysteria. “Yes, Kaa-chan! I want to cum on your cock, please let me cum on your cock!”

Your cunt throbs from your arousal and lack of stimulus, but the apparent slick in your lips that is slowly dripping down your thighs, makes your next train of thought seem worlds apart hot. The hand in his curls fists his hair harder, snapping Deku closer, making his back arch further. The hand around his cock pinches his cock head together, a pain you had discovered that never failed to get him to cum. And your hips, the hips that drove the Ground Zero dildo further into his tight, greedy asshole, slammed viciously and barbarically into his pretty little asshole.

Deku praises your cock again, his eyes fluttering shut as he cries for his Kaa-chan’s cock, and in a blind fit of victory, your lips press against his ear and whisper to him the truth.

“I’m actually fucking you with your Kacchan’s cock,” you admit, feeling Deku go rigid beneath you. “I know you know what I’m talking about, Deku. So yes, I bought it just to fuck you with it, and look! It’s Kacchan’s cock, but it's your Kaa-chan who’s making you feel so. good. with it!”

And with one last driving slam of Kacchans cock into Deku’s slutty, needy hole, you can feel his cock spasm within your hold, and the way his ass tightens beautifully around the dildo, and he collapses with a pitiful, pathetic: “Oh my god.”

Your hand is coated in his hot, heavy load of cum. You pull away from him, and you laugh, watching as Deku moves onto his back, his eyes fluttering with a million emotions as you bring your hand to your mouth and lick his musty cum clean from your hand.

“Now,” you cough, slipping the harness from your waist and thighs and climbing back onto his awaiting, still semi-hard cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock hardening back within your crazy soaked cunt. “Kaa-chan wants you to suck your Kaa-chan’s tits, and then you’ll be rewarded for being. So. Good.”

His eyes swim with uncertainty before he blinks, his hips rutting up to meet your cunt, and his mouth latching onto your needy nipple.

“Anything for you, Kaa-chan.”

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Bonus!

Due to Bakugou calling on Izuku’s emergency-only phone, Bakugou had come over with an apology dinner made for the two of you. You sat at the table, Bakugou sitting in front of you, Izuku, to your side in the square table Izuku owned.

Bakugou was already frowning, his body language trying to hide the apparent surprise that went through him when Izuku opened the door and greeted him as ‘Bakugou-kun!’

Had you known his reaction would be that pathetic, you wouldn’t have bothered to accept his dinner. You would have sufficed with that moment being caught on camera instead.

But no, Izuku loved Bakugou’s cooking, and you were now sitting here, glaring at Bakugou, who was glaring right back at you.

However, you knew Bakugou wanted to understand why his childhood nickname had suddenly been abandoned, and you had strategically placed Izuku’s favorite drink near the empty seat. Closer to you than it was to Bakugou because you knew that asshole was quicker than most.

“Oh, Kaa-chan, do you mind passing me my drink?” Izuku asked before flushing at the realization of what he called you in front of Bakugou.

But Bakugou didn’t notice, how could he?

Because both of you had made for his drink, and you just managed to snatch it before Bakugou did as you watched in evil elation as Bakugou quickly placed two and two together. Handing the glass to Izuku, you smiled, as he stammered out an embarrassed thank you.

“Sorry, boys, I’m actually needed somewhere tonight,” you lie, rising to your feet as Bakugou’s eyes rage with something you can’t name but love nonetheless. “I’ll leave you two alone, I’ll be back!”

You don’t let Izuku’s embarrassed begs for you to say deter you, your fingers grabbing your boyfriend by the chin before kissing him deeply, shoving your tongue into his mouth for good measure as you look at the still, void Bakugou when you break away.

You don’t know what happens as you leave, but the way that Izuku’s less superior Kacchan snaps his name makes your toes curl with pleasure.

Oh, you really liked this.

#midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

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animeomegas · 3 years

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What do you think about iruka’s alpha coming into the picture after he’s adopted naruto already?

@queenondeezmatatas : Omg monarch I was just thinking, let’s say that iruka adopted naruto when naruto was around 3 or 4, and then when his alpha comes around when naruto is around 12 like in the anime, and they start getting together etc. I can imagine iruka getting worried about letting this person into his family and everything that comes with that, so when naruto expresses his approval of this alpha that iruka really likes he’s just like🥺🥺 and imagine some time later, the first time naruto calls you his parent as well🥺🥺ugh I’m soft🥰🥰🥰

(Hmm, well let’s say Naruto was adopted when he was 8, because that’s when Iruka would have turned 18 and been able to adopt him legally, and now he’s just turned 12, but yes, this is a very interesting idea! Iruka absolutely gets worried about everything to do with this and it's so cute! Let’s see!)

The main difference is that Iruka is a lot more cautious when dating or courting any alphas if he already has custody of Naruto because he knows how the general population feel about him. No one is meeting Naruto for months at least, they aren’t allowed anywhere near Iruka’s house, and Iruka will put up with no disparaging remarks about Naruto, none at all.

But let’s say that everything has been going amazingly between Iruka and a new alpha. This alpha is perfect for Iruka is every way, and, from their discussions at least, they seem to have no problem with Naruto.

But Iruka is still terrified of introducing them. Because it’s one thing to not say anything bad about Naruto to Iruka's face and it’s another thing to help raise him. Iruka is so in love, and he doesn’t want to lose this alpha… But he will if they can’t handle Naruto. Naruto is his first priority, always.

Much sooner than he’d like, the fateful meeting day is upon him.

He’s inviting his alpha over to his house for dinner for the first time (to eat takeaway Ichiraku ramen because Iruka’s cooking sadly leaves much to be desired), and Naruto is joining you both after he’s finished his D ranks for the day.

…

You watch as Iruka nervously plates up the takeaway ramen into fancier dishes and tries to set the table for three. He’s already dropped the cutlery multiple times and smashed a glass in the sink.

“Iruka, here,�� you say, taking the next batch of cutlery out of his hands and moving to carefully start setting the table. “Don’t be nervous, everything will be fine.”

Iruka gives you a shaky breath and a smile.

“I know, I’m just…”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “That. It’s just that Naruto wasn’t happy when I told him I was courting someone, and I don’t want him to be upset or feel replaced or anything. He hasn’t said it in a long time, but I know he’s often worried that one day I’ll get tired of him and abandon him.”

You finish setting the table before you step forward and pull Iruka into an embrace.

“He sounds like a good kid,” you say firmly, rubbing your thumbs on Iruka’s hips. “And I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how nervous you are about how I’ll react to Naruto, too.”

Iruka jumps, blushing somewhat at being called out so directly, but before he can defend himself you hold up a hand to stop him.

“I don’t blame you for being nervous, ‘Ruka, I think it’s admirable, and not to mention sexy, how protective you are” you reassure and Iruka hits you lightly on the arm for the sexy comment. “I’m just trying to let you know that you have nothing to worry about, I’m not so closed minded as to blame a child for events that happened when he was a baby.”

“I know, I know, I’m just…”

“Nervous?”

“Shut up.”

…

Dinner had gone better than expected. Iruka’s idea of distracting Naruto with ramen had worked like a charm at lowering his defences and allowing for Iruka’s son and the person who he hoped would one day be his mate to start bonding.

Things weren’t perfect, Iruka could tell that Naruto was nervous about being replaced by this new person, and he’d never been the best at sharing Iruka’s attention (it had made the teaching Naruto’s class at the academy something of a challenge at times.)

But Iruka was now sure of his choice in alpha. They truly were perfect!

They had spoken to Naruto with only the kindest and most patient of voices, they had understood his boundaries and never pushed them, they didn’t hold the Kyuubi against him, and they appeared to be both dedicated to helping raise Naruto and also respectful of Iruka’s final say as Naruto’s father. They had taken every one of his concerns about them and obliterated them from his mind.

Iruka felt giddy.

He just had to make sure Naruto was feeling okay after everything this evening. He had been pretty enthusiastic in the middle, eager to have the attention and affection from someone new, but when he’d walked in on Iruka and his soon-to-be alpha kissing goodbye in the doorway, some of the enthusiasm and left him and Iruka couldn’t figure out what was going on in his head.

…

“Hey, you ready for bed?” Iruka asks softly, stepping into Naruto’s bright orange room without so much of a wince (practice after many years.)

“Mhmm,” Naruto hums affirmatively. He’s laying on his bed in his pyjamas, half-heartedly packing up his weaponry ready for training tomorrow.

“I know that must have been a lot,” Iruka tries to bring up this evening carefully as he perches on the bed next to Naruto. “How are you feeling?”

Naruto shrugs but Iruka can see that he has something to say.

“What is it, Naruto? You can tell me, this is your home too, you always have a say,” Iruka says, hoping beyond hope that Naruto hasn’t decided he hates Iruka’s partner.

“Will you get mated?”

“I-“ Iruka hesitates but tries to answer honestly. “Probably, if you’re okay with it and everything goes well.”

Naruto considers that answer for a moment before continuing.

“And then you’ll have pups, right? That’s what people do when they get mated, Sakura-chan said so.”

“It’s what some people do,” Iruka gently corrects. “And… I’m not sure yet, maybe, maybe not. Is that something you would want? A sibling?”

“They’d be my sibling?” Naruto asks, surprised. “But I’m…”

“You’re my pup, Naruto, that’s what you are,” Iruka says firmly and with no room for argument. He pulls Naruto in for a hug and Naruto immediately accepts the affection. He had always been a tactile person, and hugs were a good method for calming him down. “Any other children I may or may not have will be equally as important as you, and I will love them just as much as I love you, no more and no less.”

“Do you promise?” Naruto asks, voice muffled by Iruka’s shoulder. Naruto grips the back of Iruka’s shirt tightly in an effort to elongate the embrace.

“I promise,” Iruka says fiercely.

Iruka holds to embrace, wanting to let Naruto decide when to break it. And he doesn’t for several minutes, so Iruka just rocks him slightly, stroking his hair and placing kisses on the top of his head. Naruto’s insecurities are not unexpected, but they still break Iruka’s heart every time he’s confronted with them.

“Okay,” Naruto says eventually, pulling away from the hug a little. “Then I approve.”

“What?”

“I approve,” Naruto says again, firmly and with a determined glint in his eyes. “They’re nice and they like ramen and they… they make you smile and I’m going to be going on long and dangerous missions soon to protect princesses, so I won’t be able to make you smile all the time. They can do it for me.”

“Oh, Naruto,” Iruka can’t stop his eyes filling up with tears as he pulls Naruto back in for another embrace. His pup was so selfless and caring, how did he get so lucky?

“It’s okay, dad, don’t cry,” Naruto rushes to reassure, but apparently it’s the wrong thing to say because the second Iruka hears Naruto say ‘dad’, the tears double.

“I love you so much, Naruto,” Iruka says tearfully. “More than anything else in this world, you know that?”

Naruto laughs tearfully.

“Me too, dad, I love you more than anything.”

#naruto #headcanons #a/b/o #omegaverse #smut #iruka x reader #alpha!reader #reader insert #gn reader #gender neutral reader #iruka adopts naruto #the cuties

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Beautifully Spent

aka Five Times Lan Qiren Left The Lan Sect Behind

- Chapter 3 -

“No classes for the remainder of the day today,” the teacher said, and everyone, most of them already long ago having started to drift off in the hazy afternoon, sending longing looks towards the windows, turned to look at him, surprised. Even Lan Wangji couldn’t help himself – not that he’d been looking away, of course.

(He’d been not-looking at Wei Wuxian.)

Their teacher smiled indulgently. “A special treat for today, in anticipation of the special treat you will all be receiving tomorrow.”

“A treat?” Nie Huaisang asked, sitting up straighter. “What treat?”

“The sect leader’s brother has returned for a visit –”

“Teacher Lan?” Jiang Cheng exclaimed, looking irrepressibly excited, and abruptly the entire room burst out into a flurry of speech. It was only that they had all met him or heard of him, in his years of wandering through the cultivation world – the teacher of whom it was said that he could teach anyone, turn even the most dissolute waste into a proper and upright gentleman, deserving of respect. It seemed as if everyone had an anecdote to share: some visit they’d heard of, some trick or talent, an opportunity to hear him play…

Lan Wangji maintained his composure through an effort of will. No matter how much he might want to leap to his feet and rush out the door, going to find his uncle at once, there would be no point: his uncle was a stickler for decorum, and he would first pay his respects to his brother, Lan Wangji’s father, and then to the memorial hall. Only in the evening would Lan Wangji have a chance to see him and speak to him, and even then there would be a limited amount of time before they all had to go to bed…

Lan Wangji found himself rising to his feet despite himself.

“Hey, hey, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, bouncing over to him and grabbing at him, tugging on his sleeves as if to get his attention. His hands felt hot as a brand, and Lan Wangji could only be relieved at the protective layers of clothing that separated them. He felt his ears go a bit hot regardless, undoubtedly affected by Wei Wuxian’s unnecessary spreading of warmth. “Teacher Lan, he’s your uncle, right? You must have met him lots of times – you must have the best stories – tell us some!”

Lan Wangji leveled his best glare at him. It was a good glare, one that the junior disciples found quite frightening and made guest disciples avoid him.

Well. Most guest disciples.

“Noisy,” he said, disapproving, but Wei Wuxian was undeterred.

“Teacher Lan says that I learn best through action,” he boasted. “Quiet contemplation is wasted on those with too much energy; it’s necessary to excise the energy first, and to channel it, and so for people like me, it’s best to confront things directly, to see things with my own eyes and confront me with puzzles to challenge me!”

That seemed like a remedy his uncle would have prescribed. Lan Wangji could imagine the slightly-amused, mostly-long-suffering his uncle’s eyes would have had when he had recited it, undoubtedly in the same monotone he always used which for some reason seemed to irritate other adults so much.

“It was amazing!” Wei Wuxian continued. “I got to go on night-hunts two years early, thanks to him!”

“He also said that you needed to be smacked on a regular basis lest you get too full of yourself,” Jiang Cheng interjected, and that also sounded very much like something Lan Wangji’s uncle might have said. “Also, remember when you called him a boring old stick in the mud?”

“Argh, Jiang Cheng! Don’t mention that, you’ll embarrass me in front of Lan Zhan –”

Lan Wangji belatedly realized that Wei Wuxian was still holding his arm and felt his ears go from slightly hot to very hot, feeling somewhat attacked even though he knew it wasn’t something Wei Wuxian was intentionally or maliciously doing towards him. He shook Wei Wuxian off and slipped out the door.

He had to talk to his uncle right away.

His uncle, he thought, would know how to fix his current malady: the one where he thought about Wei Wuxian all the time, whether during the day or at night. The way his temperature rose, his heartbeat accelerated, how he couldn’t control his emotions or maintain his discipline the way he should…

His uncle would fix everything.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it. He’d gone wandering through the world long ago, well before Lan Wangji was born – before Lan Xichen was born, even before their father ever met their mother. He’d been barely older than Lan Wangji was now, in fact; it had been far earlier than it should have been, in the normal course of things. There had been some dispute, though whether it was with Lan Wangji’s father or grandfather remained unknown; indeed, Lan Wangji didn’t know anything about it at all, only that his uncle had left without looking back.

He’d first been a traveling musician, but eventually he had developed a reputation as a teacher. It was said that at some point when he was staying as a guest in some small sect or another, he’d run into some disastrous good-for-nothing of a person, useless and bitter with it, and somehow managed to figure out how to help them cultivate properly – or was the first one he’d helped a beastly hellion who wouldn’t learn anything, and he’d taught them both their letters and how to study, turning them into a scholar?

It didn’t really matter which had come first. In the end, he’d gotten a reputation for himself as a valuable teacher in the same vein as some legendary marvel of an itinerant doctor, the sort that could only be hoped for but not invited, and a bit of an adventurer besides – it was said that he’d saved Lao Nie’s life through some unspecified circumstance, averted Cangse Sanren’s doomed fate through happenstance, helped repair Jiang Fengmian’s broken marriage, and was even rumored to have had a brief personal liaison with the terrifying Sect Leader Wen…

Not that Lan Wangji listened to such things, of course. Talking behind other people’s backs is forbidden…although naturally, as the head of the discipline hall, he had more reason than most to need to know about all the wildest things people were saying.

At any rate, it was all beside the point. Lan Wangji’s uncle had gone out, made a reputation for himself, and then, just when he might have been tempted away for good somewhere else, had come home and won back his place in the Lan sect from his brother. Indeed, Lan Wangji’s father had reason to thank him more than most – it had been upon hearing what had happened with Lan Wangji’s mother, all those years ago when his parents had first gotten married, that Lan Wangji’s uncle had returned. Perhaps it was his years out on the road that had given him the strength and boldness to reject the solution the elders had devised, to castigate them all viciously and demand a better result – it wasn’t really clear.

What was clear, though, was that no one knew the Lan sect rules better than Uncle Qiren, and he’d developed a temper at some point during his travels outside; he’d attacked the whole arrangement from start to end, insisting that they come up with some other way to balance love and justice, protection of the person and protection of the sect’s face. Lan Wangji’s mother to this day swore that if she’d actually been locked up in a little house for the rest of her life, she’d have been long ago died of sheer boredom.

Of course, now that she was a little older, she tended to stay at her Gentian House most of the day regardless, disdaining the outdoors. But her home there was a place with windows open and people coming and going at all hours – it was a place of joy and happiness, laughter and light. Lan Wangji’s father tended to go there when he was starting to revert back to how he’d been before, those not-so-good days when Lan Wangji was young, and he always vastly improved after getting a tongue-lashing or two.

Lan Wangji wasn’t sure how many of the stories about his uncle were true and how many were rampant exaggeration – his uncle claimed the latter, but his mother insisted on the former, and his father, who rarely spoke without careful contemplation, eventually opined that it was somewhere in the middle.

In fairness, Lan Wangji didn’t much care, either. He had long ago taken his uncle as his role model, trying to fashion himself to be just like him whether in righteousness or rule-abidingness or even in musical talent. He was sure, deep in the depths of his soul, that his uncle could solve just about anything he put his mind to.

And yet he was sure, sure, that his uncle could never have encountered a problem like Wei Wuxian.

“Wei Wuxian?” his uncle said, blinking and rubbing his eyes – he’d stepped out of the memorial hall just now as a result of Lan Wangji’s urgency. “Oh, yes. I remember him. Bright boy. I thought you’d like him.”

Lan Wangji shook his head resolutely. How could he like someone like that?

Someone who made him feel…the way he did?

“Explain further.”

Lan Wangji did his best.

Irritatingly, about three-quarters of the way into his stumbling description, his uncle began to smile, his eyes curving just a little, and eventually to chuckle quietly.

Lan Wangji stopped, frowning – his uncle rarely smiled, and even more rarely laughed.

“No, no,” his uncle said. “Forgive me. It is a serious matter.”

Lan Wangji knew it!

“I will spend some time carefully observing Wei-gongzi,” his uncle continued, and Lan Wangji frowned again, suddenly anxious. “I promise, I will not let anything escape my gaze.”

Lan Wangji’s anxiety spiked even further: his uncle was quite strict regarding the rules in the Cloud Recesses, and Wei Wuxian had already broken so many – he would undoubtedly be found out, and punished. It was no more than Wei Wuxian deserved, really, and yet – at the same time….

He cleared his throat. “Uncle, are you sure that’s necessary?”

“Oh yes,” his uncle said. “I must make sure he’s acceptable if he’s to be my in-law, isn’t he?”

Lan Wangji stared.

“You’re my beloved nephew,” his uncle said. “Naturally I must make sure that anyone you like is up to standard –”

“Uncle!” Lan Wangji cried out, feeling deeply betrayed. Possibly by himself.

His uncle shook his head. “Forgive me, Wangji. I will stop. But that is the explanation for your symptoms. I have observed similar things many times.”

Lan Wangji sat down, distressed. It hadn’t even occurred to him, although knowing his parents as he did meant that he was very familiar with the notion that love was not necessarily an enjoyable feeling, and perhaps especially not when you were first afflicted by it. “But…what do I do about it?”

His uncle touched his shoulder lightly, offering comfort. “Having emotions is a good thing, Wangji; it connects you to the rest of the world,” he said. “Understanding them, and knowing what action to take, is a matter of experience, for logic is of limited use in interpreting the heart.”

Lan Wangji nodded. “You will help, then?”

“…I will do my best,” his uncle said. “I may need to consult on the matter from those that understand certain aspects of these sorts of things a little better than I. But I promise, you will not have to face it alone.”

Lan Wangji nodded yet again, deeply relieved.

They would figure it out.

They would fix it.

His uncle would help.

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