#ivy todoroki

[pandajaye]

Todoroki Family Chronicles

Ivy: How you feeling, baby? *kisses Enji’s forehead, handing him some tea*

Enji: Much better. *sips the tea* Thank you.

Ivy: You’re welcome. I’m glad you feel better, but I hate that you missed your birthday because you were sick.

Enji: It’s fine, honey, really. I’m just more of an old man than I was last year.

Ivy: Doesn’t matter how old you are, you still deserve to be celebrated. The kids wanna take you out to dinner.

Enji: They do?

Ivy: Mhm. They believe you deserve to be celebrated, too. What do you think?

Enji: Well… I-

Fuyumi: *opens the bedroom door* Daddy’s awake! Come on!

Enji: What’s this?

Ivy: I don’t know, let’s see.

Touya: *carrying a cake* Happy birthday, Dad!

Fuyumi: Happy birthday, Dad!

Shoto: Happy birthday, Dad!

Natsuo: Happy birthday, Dad! You’re old.

Enji: *sigh* Thank you, kids. *holding the cake so the kids can climb on the bed* Where did you get this from? Is it a strawberry shortcake?

Fuyumi: Yep! Me and mom made it.

Shoto: I helped!

Natsuo: Hey, me too!

Touya: And me!

Enji: Oh really?

Ivy: Me and Yumi made the cake, the boys licked the utensils and washed dishes.

Enji: Ohhhh. Now that I believe.

Shoto: Light the candles already!

Enji: Alright, alright. *ignites his finger, lighting the four candles on the cake*

Ivy and the kids: Haaaappy biiiiirthdaaaayyyy tooo youuu. Haaaappy biiiiirthdaaaayyyy tooo youuu. Haaaaappy biiiiirthdaaaayyyy dearrrrr Daaaaddyyyyy. Haaaaappy biiiiirthdaaaayyyy tooo youuuuuuu.

Ivy: Make a wish!

Natsuo: Yeah, dad. Make a wish!

Enji: *closes his eyes to make a wish then opening them again and blowing out his candles*

Ivy and the kids: YAAAAAY!!

Enji: Thank you all so much. Group hug!

Ivy: *grabs the cake and sets it aside to hug Enji and the kids*

Kids: *crawl close for the hug*

Enji: I love you all so so so so much.

Fuyumi: We love you, too.

Boys: Yeah!

Ivy: Very very much. *kisses him*

Enji: Thank you, baby. Now, who wants sushi for dinner?

Kids: I do! I do! I do!

Enji: Then go get ready. Baths for all of you cause WHEW! *shooing them away*

Shoto: Hey! I don’t stink!

Enji: You’d be surprised with what comes out of those little armpits. Go bathe.

Shoto: Fiiiiiiiine. *leaving with his siblings*

Ivy: *trying not to laugh* You didn’t have to expose him like that.

Enji: But I can. Cause it’s my birthday. *looking smug*

Ivy: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, yeah. You’re the birthday boy. I love you, sweetie.

Enji: I love you, too, baby. *pulls her in for a kiss*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ENJI!!!! 🎉🎂🥳🎈🎊🎁😘

#endeavor #enji todoroki #enji x black!oc #enji x black!reader #enji x reader #bnha #mha #todoroki family chronicles #bnha au #endeavor x black!oc #endeavor x black!reader #endeavor x reader #enji #ivy todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #touya todoroki #shoto todoroki #natuso todoroki

[sky-casino]

dabi x reader: she was sunshine, he was midnight rain

pairing: dabi x fem!reader (within canon)

genre: angst, some fluff

word count: 2,300+

synopsis: you're a doctor in kyudai garaki's hospital and he chooses you for a special and highly confidential task: be the sole person to take care of the villain dabi and his burn scars.

a/n: this man got me in a chokehold istg 💀😭 dabi (and the todoroki family) got me into MHA last december. and so this is my first MHA fic. hope you enjoy~

when doctor garaki and AFO finally accepted LOV after shigaraki tamed gigantomachia, he intended to start taking care of dabi's scars. garaki and AFO wanted to make sure that everyone is in top shape, especially dabi since he's the only one in LOV who has a quirk that can be used for long-range combat.

so garaki hired you—a doctor who works for him at the jaku general hospital specializing in treating burns—to take care of dabi's scars and overall health. his offer entails you to leave your current position in the hospital to solely work for him and dabi. and of course, a pay that's much higher than your current one.

you're quirkless and a good person who have always wanted to help others, which is why you became a doctor. so you were terrified to know that your former boss is a villain and that you are now in charge of taking care of one. if you refuse, of course they'll have to kill you so you wouldn't tell anyone about what they just told you.

hence, your weekly session with dabi starts. garaki wanted you to facilitate the sessions in your own apartment so it'll be safe for both you and dabi, instead of the two of you having to go somewhere else which increases the risk of heroes and police finding the two of you, especially dabi who's a wanted criminal.

treating dabi's scars requires dabi taking his clothes off, except for his underwear because according to him, he doesn't have burns there. you agree without any further questions. it also requires you gently cleaning and exfoliating the scars to remove any dirt or dead skin. after cleaning, you instruct him to submerge himself in your bath tub where the water has some medication mixed in it to soothe the scars. after he dries himself, that's where you carefully wipe his scars with more medication using cotton balls and the like. overall, it's an intimate activity, which you are used to because you’re a doctor. but dabi seems a bit stiff and awkward sometimes, which he successfully masks under his perpetual smirks.

your first few sessions are mostly quiet and awkward. but as time goes by, dabi has started to become more talkative. he always asks you questions about yourself, telling you that he of course wants to know more about his own personal doctor. he asks simple questions like what's your favorite food, favorite color, hobbies. scared of angering him, you respond to his inquiries. eventually, you start to ask him about himself too but not forgetting the disclaimer that he doesn't have to answer them if he doesn't want to. you're afraid that he might think you're nosy. to your surprise, he smiles genuinely when he replies.

one day, you start finding takeout food on your dining table with a note from dabi on days where you two have no scheduled sessions. and eventually, he starts bringing food that you can enjoy together before and after your 4-6 hours sessions. 

you begin to spend more time together but in an unplanned manner. he would suddenly knock on your door or even sneak through your window at night covered in dirt and fresh scars, which he gets from altercations against both heroes and petty villains. or from drunk fights at the bar. he'd ask if he can take a shower and if you could attend to the wounds, to which you oblige. sometimes, when it's too late into the night and he's too exhausted to go back to the league's hideout, you just let him stay.

in the morning, there are times where you'd find him cooking simple breakfast for the two of you as thanks for letting him stay. or sometimes he'd just leave food for you and be gone before you wake up. this amuses you, thinking that what he'd do in the morning depends on his mood.

unlike before wherein he leaves as soon as the session ends, now the two of you watch movies together while eating dinner. one time, you fell asleep before the movie ended and he carried you to your bed. 

you're surprised to find that the villain has a warm and friendly side to him, which you didn't expect at all. you're the same age and you enjoy getting along with him.

and to be honest, there are times when you feel like he's flirting with you. but you dismiss the idea right away, thinking that it's impossible. knowing what you know about dabi, strength is important to him, so why would he be interested in a weak and quirkless girl like you?

but surprising you with food regularly and the vague words of flirtation would all be set aside when he begins making physical moves on you.

staring at your face and your lips as you meticulously replace his surgical staples and wipe his scars with medication.

closing the distance between the two of you as often as he can, like when you eat, watch movies, and wash the dishes together.

slithering his index finger into your medical glove and onto your palm as he stands closely behind you where you can feel his breath behind your head. your heart is racing as you feel and watch his slithering finger. after some seconds, you pulled away your right hand and walked away from him without saying anything, focusing on doing some work instead.

there's a short silence before dabi leaves and says, "bye, see you next week" normally, as if that whole intimate thing didn't just happen.

your next session is quieter than usual, which feels just like the first time. but now there's an unspeakable tension brewing in the air. it feels heavy. it's already evening when the session ends. your back towards dabi as you clean up. dabi is putting on his coat as he watches you, until he decides to finally break the hours-long silence. 

"can i kiss you?"

"what do you want, dabi?"

"i just said it. a kiss-"

"why do you want to kiss me?" you finally face him.

"you know the answer to that, doll." he smirks.

"no. no, i don't, dabi." you're surprised to feel tears prickling your eyes as you walk towards him. "i'm not gonna kiss you just because you tell me to. i'm not here to play your games."

"it's not a game." his tone suddenly stern and serious, smirk disappearing.

"yeah? answer my question, then."

dabi takes a slow and deep sigh before he answers, his eyes not leaving yours.

"i want to kiss you because i want you. i have all these feelings inside me that i'm experiencing for the first time. even when i busy myself with missions, even when i'm not here with you and i'm somewhere else, you're all i can think of. i want to see you all the time, hear your voice all the time, feel your touch all the time... even though it's just to treat my scars because that's what you're paid to do." he says with a painful smile. "i don't know know what to do with these feelings. i really don't, y/n. so... i'm sorry if i made you think that i'm just playing."

you're too stunned to speak or move after hearing him ramble on about his feelings. it's hard to believe, but the villain right in front of you just confessed to you. 

you don't even realize that the tears have fallen until dabi wipes them away. you see his worried face as he blames himself. 

"kiss me... before i change my mind." you whisper to him as you close your eyes.

you two make it official and dabi begins spending more days and nights in your place. you're practically living together, except for when he has to go for missions and meetings with the paranormal liberation front. for some time, he considers bringing you to the mountain villa so you'll be closer to him, but his overprotective self doesn’t push through with it as he doesn’t want other villains around you. he’s also worried that you might be caught in the crossfire if ever the heroes find their hideout and ambush them.

for dabi, it's the first time something besides getting revenge has got him excited. it's the first time he has something to look forward to every day, and all of it feels surreal and foreign. it's the first time he feels love again.

when dabi is 100% sure that he can trust you, he divulges his identity and goals to you and only you, not even his comrades know about this information.

he tells you of his life as touya and how dabi was born. you cry as you listen to him and by the end of his story, you're a sobbing mess. 

"why are you crying?" he laughs as he cuddles you.

"who wouldn't after hearing all that?"

you accept him for who and what he is, yes. but without being too pushy, you persuade him to just run away from everything. run away together to a more peaceful place where no one knows the two of you. start a new life together. he said that would be lovely, but as much as he wants to, he can't. he's gone too far now just to turn back and leave.

you let go of the run-away suggestion and move to plan b. the next time he stays in your place, you convince him that releasing the video publicly is enough to exact revenge on his father. he can let the angry mob do their thing and he doesn't have to stain his hands with the blood of his father and brother. to no avail yet again.

although the two of you are happy together, dabi can't help but feel guilty and inadequate. because of his identity as a villain and a wanted criminal, you can't go on normal dates like eating at restaurants and watching movies in the cinemas. you can't even go to the nearby grocery together. 

he also feels terrible for making you worry every time he comes home with fresh burns and wounds.

one night, he watches you sleep and caresses your face. that's when he decides to write a letter for you.

it's the same letter that he mentions during his phone call with you as the heroes suddenly invade them in the mountain villa and in garaki's hospital. he quickly updates you with what's happening and also mentions that he has an important letter for you that you can find in the clothes drawer that you designated for him in your place.

after the call, you hurriedly looked for the letter which you find underneath all the clothes you bought for dabi before.

hi baby,

you're probably surprised to learn that i'm the love-letter kind of guy. me either. but i have no choice but to write this letter because i'm too much of a coward to say these things to you personally.

i love you. you know that. do not ever doubt that.

even for just a short time, i felt genuine happiness because of you. you're the only sunshine in my life's years-long darkness. but beneath our happy times, there was always this dread lingering in the back of my mind because i knew that ultimately, we wouldn't have a happy ending.

you deserve someone better. you deserve a good man who can give you the life you want, who can make you happy and take care of you, who won't make you worry all the time, a man who is not a villain.

this pains me immensely, and you may even get mad at me for this, but i need you to please forget me and move on. this is the best thing to do as we both know that you're not safe with me. the fact that you're reading this now means that we've reached the point where it's inevitable to part ways.

this is just wishful thinking and you would probably find it ridiculous, but perhaps there is another life out there in the universe—a life where i'm not a villain—where there's no dabi, only touya. and in that life, i will find you and i will love you again, so we can finally get that happy ending. i promise.

thank you very much, y/n, for accepting me, for taking care of me tirelessly, and for doing beyond what you were originally tasked to do. i love you.

P.S. honestly, i never thought i could ever love someone until i met you. and i still can't believe that i am loved by someone as great as you.

you're devastated as you cry for a long time, clutching the letter into your chest. then, the video he recorded suddenly interrupts the television broadcast. you already know everything he's going to say, but you still watch attentively.

later on, the heroes in charge of evacuating the civilians finally reach your street as you hear them from a distance. 

you keep thinking about the last part of dabi's letter. you ask yourself why the two of you need another life to have a happy ending, when you can just try in this lifetime. you're not ready to give up on what you and dabi have.

you don't know what will happen now that chaos is ensuing, but you decide to go with the heroes because you still want to see and talk to dabi. you want to respond to his letter by talking to him face-to-face. and for that to happen, you still need to live.

#ivy writes #dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi angst #dabi x reader angst #dabi x you angst #dabi fic #dabi angst fic #dabi x reader fic #dabi x you fic #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha fic #todoroki #mha dabi #mha fic #bnha dabi #league of villains

[ursashark]

you ever just see a character before you even watch a show and think Wow thats the fan favorite

#shadow the hedgehog #karkat vantas #tord ew #tom ew #bakugou #todoroki #roronoa zoro #dirk strider #dave strider #harley quinn #poison ivy #springtrap #micheal afton #sundrop #moondrop #makima #power #angel devil csm #kel omori

[ivyines]

Anyone ever wondered how Hawks would react if somehow small Keigo came to their world and he met Endeavor perhaps?

Like, sure he is a nr. 1 Hero now but he is also an abuser just like the father he "saved" them from was. And how can Hawks tell that to a child?

How can he look his younger self in eyes and tell him that his only hope for better future and his hero and idol was all this time even worse then his father, a villain?

And to do it without also crushing the possibility of him becoming a hero? they don't know when this situation will end.

He would probably just let him belive it while keeping them as far separated as possible just in case.

#mha hawks #keigo takami #takami keigo #bnha hawks #wing hero hawks #Endeavor #endeavor hate club #todoroki enji #Ines ivy ideas #My hero academia #Bnha #Mha ideas #bnha ideas #Hawks

[lorelune]

🌷 SPRING FEVER: MASTERLIST 🌷

— welcome to the running masterlist for the SPRING FEVER collab <3 enjoy some omegaverse fanfics across various fandoms within the reader insert niche!!

this is an open collab! if you're interested in joining, check out the main post here for guidelines and instructions!

honkai star rail:

💦 —@owlespresso - the golden ivy which clings —luocha x reader

🎀 —@owlespresso - the red fruit which ripens —blade x reader

💦 —@owlespresso - luocha x reader x blade

🎀 —@lorelune - O4O —jing yuan x reader

💦 —@jingsyuans - hybrid jing yuan —jing yuan x reader

🎀 —@yinyuedijun - aventurine x reader

haikyu!!

💦 —@54prowl - sakusa x reader

jujutsu kaisen:

🎀 —@batteryeatery - can you help me, sensei? —gojo satoru x reader

💦 —@firein-thesky - affection's edge —getou suguru x reader

🎀 —@minnaci - gojo satoru x reader

💦 —@saintshigaraki- maki zenin x reader

🎀 —@forest-hashira- bunnies and bite marks —gojo satoru x reader x getou suguru

baldur's gate 3:

💦 —@chiwhorei - halsin x reader

my hero academia:

🎀 —@andypantsx3 - when i make you mine —todoroki shouto x reader

💦 —@mangostarjam - knot happening —bakugo katsuki x reader

one piece:

💦 —@petrichorium - shanks x reader

inuyasha:

🎀 —@undermine-the-instinct there is less good here (then i intend) —sesshomaru x reader

genshin impact:

💦 —@chronosdawn - childe x reader

#collab: spring fever #lore loops #lore writes too perhaps #this masterlist will be updated as folks join and post!!! #deadline to sign up is in like april :3c

[ms0milk]

𝟖 | 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 (part one & two.)

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"You do flinch though, when the prince parts your legs with his hips at the lip of the counter to be this much closer and tilts your face up with that same oddly soft hold from before, a thumb and forefinger balancing your chin where he wants you."

cw (I) bkg mom mode activate, reader attempts murder at a dinner party, super brief paranoia sequence. (II) accidentally suggestive wound-tending, a completely reasonable misunderstanding + bkg is momentarily horrified by what you think of him. 5.7k.

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It's akin to murder in Aldera, killing an ant or fly or caterpillar– to not move worms off the path after a rainstorm. Your home is love.

The Todoroki Prince is delicate like his mother and his kingdom, like his older brother and sister seated beside him, pale and silent, but as he sits down to eat he crushes a spider making home between the candles and sweeps its body off the table without thought.

It’s a nagging dread across your cheeks, it’s the prickle of a thousand invisible whiskers towards the danger in the corners of this bustling room of feast. Something is wrong with Takoba. The Todorokis are quiet and unpleasant, sure, but something else– someone– shouldn’t be here.

“Y/n?”

Your head tilts to Kirishima sitting at the table in front of you when his low voice cuts through the clamor.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm.”

He smiles as if to say just checking, and pours himself back into his meal and a conversation between friends.

Is Takoba truly so wealthy that they can hire pleasant crowds on demand? Where did all these happy feasters come from? Where do the wicked crows from the throne room roost? The sparkling white Hall where you’re stationed this evening bathes in dusk and endless candlelight, music, fine dancing, fine food and kind company. It is the warmest room in all the kingdom for one night only.

All day long you tried tracking down the simmering blond princling currently sitting with his back to your post, but he hid, like a whelp, until dinnertime.

“Where is Prince Bakugou’s chamber?” You attempted to interrogate the maid sent to deliver your change of clothes and show to your room last night, but she just shook her empty head.

A soldier was posted to your door at dawn and you scared him out of his polished boots in your own Takoban uniform well before the sun even crested the castle walls. As delicate as the kingdom and all its trinkets could be, the cotton padded tunic did an admirable job of keeping out seachill. Your halberd bled a red gash down the back of your white and blue uniform and you felt altogether ready for war.

“The feast has been planned for weeks– you must attend!”

“I mustn’t do a single thing.”

“I’ve been ordered to take down your preferences. The prince himself–”

“My prince?” You cocked your head to the nagging butler who had finally caught up to you outside of the soldier’s quarters. Aizawa and all his exhaustion had been no help in your search.

“No, M’lady the Tako–”

“– I am not your Lady.”

“Miss please,” he’d begged. He’d begged and begged until he grew too weary of your wandering.

The prince’s less than modest attitude soured your sleep, even after the shock of opening your chamber door to a room fit for a lord. Green ivy rugs, climbing their little fingers in a pattern across the floor to the sea-facing window beside your bed. Four wooden posts and white linen curtains. It would take two of you to touch the ceiling and ten more to reach from one wall to the next and by all means you should have slept like the dead.

But Bakugou’s smug canine grin burned into your eyelids like a flare. Marching alone down a hallway, you bared your teeth to the thought.

“I’m sorry Ma’am, I haven’t seen him.”

“I’m not important enough to know such things.”

“Who?”

“Weren’t the Alderans injured? Maybe the hospital?”

Through every level of the seashell castle, through every kitchen and office and workshop and training ground, you searched for the prince’s chambers. You marveled all the way through the grand entryway and combed empty jeweled halls and peeping windows. You wished a good morning to Lady Mina and Sero on their way to breakfast and stormed anxiously through the outdoor walkways built into castleside, trying your hardest not to peer over their railings into the sea.

Ahead of you now Prince Bakugou looks too polished and still all too natural at the head of the table while you stand guard behind him, close enough to pluck a golden hair off his head.

The Alderan guests and Takoban royalty perch on a platform at the front of the room and an expanse of feasting festivities stretch out before them. Thankfully this crowd is less oppressive, it is less hateful and more excited to eat the fine food and sing merry songs than to bother much at all with you. Even a place as callous as Takoba enjoys hot meals with friends.

Kirishima gives piggyback rides to children brave enough to approach and Mina watches on, picking petals off the set flowers and tossing them gleefully to the rowdy bunch. The crowd, all seated at their own long tables, giggles and cheers and soon the redhead is lost under a pile of little girls in their poofy ball gowns.

Whiskers twitch again and your gaze shoots across the room to a man milling with drink trays and the blindspot of a candle behind him where the wall stills in darkness. You’re brought back to the light when a voice hisses,

“Kami! Quit it–”

Sero admonishes his friend loudly as Denki gorges on roast vegetables and sliced meats that have wafted their warm autumn sweetness through the seashell castle all day long. The noisy eater is seated directly beside the fairy blue prince and his bellsong siblings who’ve hardly spoken a word all evening. The three of them dazzle even without their mother present, they wear it like the color blue was made for them and you know that behind her sick, the Takoban Queen must be the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

Mina squeals at something the fair princess has said and Sero, along with the youngest Todoroki clap and smile when Kaminari starts to hiccup from all his inhaling of food. More people who already know each other and more reason for you to feel a bit out of place.

When Prince Todoroki tilts his delicate face far enough towards you, you can almost catch a glimpse of the famous red framing his features. What does he sound like, you wonder? Out of all of them Bakugou is the only one whose face you can’t see, broad shoulders pressed flat back against his chair as he lounges.

“Quit starin’ Eyes, you’ll ruin my appetite.”

“Yes, sir.”

The fork squeaks as Bakugou tightens his fist around it. Where has he been hiding?

"..Little Alderan…"

Sweat prickles your temples when a ghost calls to you suddenly, traveling from shadow to shadow in the candlelit room, swimming through them strategically to be closer. Shadows cast by dancing men, or thrown behind full mugs of ale across the long feasting tables. The steaming scars of the flame mage still burn ripe across your mouth from where he grabbed you in the forest, like a muzzle. You stand with square shoulders and hands behind your back and wish Shinsou or Uraraka were here to share your paranoia but they’re stationed outside with their men where fire demons don’t dance across the walls.

The prince doesn’t seem bothered by the song or dance or laughter; he only wipes his mouth and looks out over the crowd. He peers behind his tall chair towards you every so often, never truly looking, and it rubs something in you wrong the way he can’t even trust you through one meal.

You’re far enough away from the joyful crowds that they can’t swallow you whole. Harps and horns do not make your heart race and you only need worry about the six royals in front of you and the gaggle of incompetent Takoban guards standing similarly around them. Prince Bakugou’s head bobs as he eats. Tens of candles burn so hot across his table that their melted wax pools around his plates and bowls and he reminds you of his father the way food will just steal his attention away. How is this the same cruel man from last night? It is hard not to remember his family while you watch him.

A clatter of silver across the floor startles the table’s attention from friends to the feasters and you jerk your dagger in its scabbard, but a child has just tripped on his too-big shoes and into the side of a serving tray.

It is too eerie for words, this happy bustling hall, and too threatening to explain. Gods, it’s hot in here. Blue lords and blue ladies create the sea beneath you and fires, even the smallest candles, threaten to set their world alight. Sometimes when you blink, the cream calm world goes horribly blue.

“Cool it.”

A creaking wooden chair pulls your focus and in his seat your prince shifts while Mina makes a show of declining a great many offers to dance from beautiful suitors. He watches on like always, peering into the depths of the room and through the idle chatter. Without his red cape Bakugou appears broader, less contained, tucks his chin into the crease of his shoulder and submits to boredom. He rasps across the high lilt of a fiddle, “Calm down.”

The prince has tilted his ale warmed cheeks far enough again for you to see an expression clearly, empty but present, and you make a point to only glance. To just watch a little. To linger on a few pieces of golden hair that stick to his face with sweat. Oh how angry it makes you, how beautiful he is and how easy it would be for him to get away with anything. What a wonderful distraction from the imperceptible threat you can’t quite shake.

He shuffles his tongue across his teeth and tilts a little further– far enough that you realize he’s peering directly at you from the corner of his eye. An accusatory jewel. The candles in front of him flicker suddenly a hot, hot purple.

“You hear me?”

You did not.

Those candles set on the table jump for a moment, quivering in the windless Hall all while two figures slip across the edges of the room: one a man cloaked and the other his shadow. Your hands can hardly stay still within each other while the tiny flames all around your company flicker white then red, then purple again– they are fighting to be blue.

Kirishima is the first to see you advance. He is the second to try and stop you.

You know that, had you given the Champion time he would have taken your hands and asked again, are you alright? But he saves his worry at the sight of your hand on your dagger. Between the redhead and the prince you approach their table and bend calmly at the hip, quietly blowing out the candles that surround their food and faces.

Prince Bakugou barely has time to register your presence or come up with some horrible quip before you’re at his side and drawing your weapon.

“Do not–”

“– Y/n!”

For all their showy training these two are not faster than you. Kirishima lurches for your dagger from his seat in shock, so you drop it to keep all his fingers attached and plant a steadying foot behind you.

Joy dies when your halberd launches across the room.

Through the familiar stretch of your bicep, relief pours when you fetch it from your back, through the strain and still of aiming well trained eyes and finally through the flex of your ribs and stomach when your back arches and whips itself forward to create the deadly momentum you need. Release. Thumb, index, middle and ring, the bloodred weapon sails from your fingers. A star begging to explode.

You unsettle something in him, Prince Bakugou, and as a rule he does not like to watch you. But his mother’s favoritism starts making sense tonight, that crazy fucking woman.

Thunk, the hollow sound of pierced wood followed by a flat squeak of musicians trailing off midsong and the immediate hush of dancers and feasters. You must look as smug as you feel because your aim is, as always, perfect. The tip of your halberd spears a cloak to the wall, trapping but still sparing the man wearing it and necks crane to the front of the room. Your royal table stares. One head behind the next, mouths open, eyes bulging, those might be tears in Kaminari’s eyes– and even in a kingdom as incompetent as this one, you suppose only one thing can happen next.

Almost immediately the Takoban guards seize you. The room erupts.

“–Y/n!”

“Stop!”

“Don’t– wait, wait!”

Your body is snatched up by armored men and thrown flat onto the wooden table with all of its webs and candlewax. “Don’t dawdle!” You shout into the hard surface you’re pressed against, “He’ll get away!”

But you are the spider now and no one is listening. 

To their credit, the Todoroki siblings gather themselves quickly enough to stand. One of them, the little prince, waves an arm and shouts to his men– maybe ordering them to release you, maybe ordering to kill. It’s so, so loud now.

The Alderan company and their thunder can’t help you, the Champion is held back by Sero and Mina whose eyes dart to every face in the room to try and find reason in your attack. Denki clutches the arm of the guard who takes a bit too much pleasure pressing your face hard against wood grain with a hand on the back of your head.

It’s a different sort of chaos from the prince’s smoking of the throne room. No one swarms, in fact no feasters yet have the courage to walk past the spot where your weapon has sunk deep into the elven doors, and flee into the safety of the hallway. A little talisman to ward off the flies. A talisman no longer containing the shadowed man, only his cloak and a shred of shirt cloth.

“He’s–!” You grunt, struggling against heavy hands holding your body down and moreso than that, to be heard. He’s escaping! You want to scream but fingers have threaded their way through the hair at the base of your head and gods it hurts when you’re yanked back up by a braid. Momentarily lightheaded by the rise, you consider all the ways to get this guard on his back without having to cut his hands from your hair.

“Oi,” a firesoft voice breathes, soot ash and matches, “Let her go.”

It’s quick, faster than that– in fact, it takes the same amount of time for Prince Bakugou to separate you from the soldier as it did for him to give the order. Before you’re even pulled back up to standing, a heavy hand wraps around your bicep and he plants his other over the soldier’s headpiece to let loose a few tempered sparks. As you're yanked into his chest the guard goes flying.

Others replace the first, soldiers alerted to danger by the haunting sound of an explosion rush from the floor where they watch over stunned guests, and to the platform where their own Takoban Royals are once again under threat from Aldera. It’s never ending. Even as you plan to attack them it isn’t lost on you, what a headache you have been to these royal guards.

It’s easier to focus on one thing.

You have to plan your defense and you certainly have to find an escape route, but you can’t see over the swell of his shoulders. His warmth, his caramel, it’s distracting, it’s all too distracting– it’s all moving in slow motion. Broad but not all that tall, soft, Bakugou’s body surrounds you momentarily as he steadies you both from the recoil of his shot.

“Enough!” A low voice like bells is heard suddenly so clearly that the rest of the voices in the Hall become mud. They all become racket in comparison to, “Leave them.” 

They all become cut glass played against, “We’re fine.”

Around the room soldiers freeze mid stride in shock presumably and folded inside of each other, you and Bakugou must look exactly like them because the Todoroki siblings are standing as calm and bored as napping babies. The eldest even reaches into his quilted jacket breast to check the time on a pocket watch.

“Go on then, leave them alone,” the princess reiterates, little flecks of red warming white hair. Her crystal glasses glint so bright in the candlelight one could hardly see her eyes but her stance is strong and her blue dress whips about her calves from the sudden quiet of the room. The silence of the forgotten partygoers is comical, a collection of a hundred wide eyes blinking from one action to the next like bats in a cave.

Bakugou seems to realize how closely he’s holding you and pushes you away with his hand still around your bicep.

“She needs to be punished!” Your blown-away guard insists, “She fired into a royal crowd!” He’s collecting himself as best he can from where the prince shot him backwards, disgruntled, armor crooked, and generally singed. He rushes you in the grip of your prince, and before you can brace yourself, before the youngest Todoroki can cooly object or your Champion can finally hit someone, Bakugou snarls and jerks you forward.

“You think I can’t punish my own fucking staff?”

You teeter on the lip of the platform step and the prince practically throws you to the floor from how close behind he’s pulling you, caramel vicegrip still firm on your arm. Bakugou tears into the thick hush of the Hall, heavy footsteps, nagging growls, indignant muttering. You just try to make sure you don’t roll an ankle from how quickly you’re expected to move, down off the platform and into the petrified crowd.

Kirishima cups his hands around his mouth and tries to call after you, which gets him exactly zero response. In fact the prince grips your arm bruisingly harder at the request as he marches you both through the parting sea of partygoers. They stumble over each other to both watch and hide from you in their fancy clothes.

“Highness–” you grunt, but you’re cut off immediately with another tug. Your cheeks sting from being dragged across the table. He doesn’t seem to be marching you to the entryway, but past it, to a door at the back of the room. “See?” You grumble and reach out for your halberd with your free had as the pair of you pass it, “My aim–”

“Do not!” Bakugou spins around and seethes. He swats your hand and jerks you forward yet again to leave the red weapon exactly where you’ve sunken it, “You’re not helping ya little fuck.”

If last night was a short fuse, what you’ve made for yourself tonight is a lit explosive. Oh how the prince rumbles. He holds you somewhere between ferocity and urgency and you hate to remember– you curse yourself for your timing– just how deeply you embarrass him. How many different ways you could have detained the suspicious figure– even if he was a mage, the mage, even if fires did beg to turn blue.

Past the long wooden tables, past frightened guests and musicians tuning on the orders of their exhausted princess, Bakugou tows you to the back of the room. He kicks a modest door in and blinding candlelight pours wet warm over your shadows. Veins throttle the back of his hand. The hand that grips your arm so tightly– his hand that relaxes and slips as he storms inside behind you, to cup your elbow.

‏‏‎ ‎

The silver kitchens are alive. Handmaids and bakers and strongmen heft vats and soups and bread every which way as the door to the Hall closes behind you, and you have to duck or dodge every few steps to keep out of their bustling paths.

“Clear out! I need the flouring tables,” your prince barks into the kitchen carnage and in his new oddly gentle hold you’re only reminded of his presence because of that voice. The one that splinters wood and drops plum pits to your gut no matter how many times you hear it or how many times it’s barking directly at you.

Punishment. Dragged from your post, from your entire company, to be punished by him with the full roster of kitchen staff here to watch. Shame boils every stream of blood in your body so violently you have to cup your chest to believe the rate your heart is beating.

The man crude enough– you suppose, the only man who even ranks highly enough– to treat you like a toy after saving his life. After growing up beside one another. Chewing you up, spitting you out, nothing but ridicule for an entire week punctuated by last night’s wretched performance of submission.

The prince must feel your heartbeat in his fingertips because he seethes and begins marching faster the second it picks up from your embarrassment, “Hurry up.”

While Bakugou guides you deeper into the organized chaos, maids and bakers and butlers shift slowly under his orders like watching ants change course in a rainstorm. Great big balls of dough are heft from the counter islands in the center of the room, silverware clatters, fires blaze around you from cold new stoves starting, and most impressive of all, every worker buzzing through the bedlam keeps up their pace without faltering.

Muscle plump bakers trot past and behind you every which way, narrating their movements with cupped hands to teammates.

“Behind!”

“This isn’t sugar.”

The prince’s odd orders add to their symphony, “Cold water and boning tweezers– need ‘em yesterday!”

“Someone light this for me?”

“Hey will you– and this—”

“Here Kats, tweezers.” A butler in a highcollar frock pulls the metal from her pocket and drops them cold into your prince’s hand on her way out the door with an ale tray.

Kats? You dare a glance as the butler makes her way back into the Hall. Just one, a look not a stare, up the curve of your collarbone to his clenched jaw and even just a little higher than that. The prince’s brandfire pupils glow behind lids half shut with exasperation. Hooded, heavy eyes watch yours. He’s looking.

He’s looking at you and your mouth has gone dry.

You don’t know how to prepare yourself because you aren’t sure what to expect, least of all Bakugou lifting you up under the arms like you aren’t fully suited and plopping your butt on the closest countertop. Partially stunned and partially professional, you make sure to sit up straight suddenly at his eye level, legs dangling, to receive your punishment. The bluefire mage is as far as he’s ever been from your mind.

“Been telling you to calm down all night,” he rasps– to himself if volume is indicative of anything. Even his inflection goes menacingly quiet now that kitchen chaos can’t slip between the pair of you. He keeps the tumult behind him and boxes you between his shoulders, grumbling before closing in, “My fault for thinking you had a brain in that thick skull.”

You have to keep yourself from clutching his wrist when the prince abruptly cups your jaw and begins rocking your face slowly side to side, and you hope beyond all hope that whatever he’s going to do to you ends quickly enough for you to return to your post unbruised; he looks like a man that likes to leave marks.

If he takes this much pleasure in your pain, why does he still wear your earrings? Your golden suns hang in mismatched holes from his many missing piercings but they still scream with Aldera pride. He knows that they’re yours. He knows this as he thumbs your stinging cheeks, as he turns and barks requests into a half-listening crowd, and as you try your best not to pull away from him. He refuses help, companionship, and protection– it must only be to torture you.

“Give me your hand.”

The way he speaks is not dissimilar from last night. Mean. When Bakugou finishes warming your face like putty in his fingers, he arms himself with his tweezers and waits for you to execute his orders. “Hand,” he repeats and you don’t hesitate this time to give him what he wants.

You do flinch though, when the prince parts your legs with his hips at the lip of the counter to be this much closer and tilts your face up to meet his with that same oddly soft hold from before, a thumb and forefinger balancing your chin where he wants you. Like a cat who kneads suddenly with its claws, your skin prickles at every agonizingly delicate touch of the prince’s fingers as you wait for sparks.

He presses his face so close to yours that for a second you think he might kiss you. Force himself onto you. Closer than two swordsmen crashing at their hilts, your faces mirror each other in the prince’s concentration. Whiskers sear. This is the only kind of punishment you won’t tolerate. You can’t– you know that you’ll strike him. Wine and honey roll from his tongue in puffs of sweet air as he leans in further– as you struggle with the sudden proximity and try not to let your thighs cradle his.

Bakugou doesn’t seem to care about your wide eyes this time, doesn’t really seem to be paying them all that much mind in his focus. What is it? What is he focusing on? A week without looking at you and now the bridge of your nose is the most interesting thing in the world?

“You’re a fucking headache.”

“Sir, I–”

“Told you not to call me that.” He plucks what feels like a hair from your cheek and your eyes flood immediately and involuntarily with sensitivity, “Well, Eyes? Or– hah, should I call you captain?” One sharp exhale like a laugh and his head cocks a bit to the side, “Since you’re obviously so qualified to be my fucking keeper.”

Prince Bakugou crowds you between bread proofing bakers, a confinement that should make your skin itch, and stands tall in the chaos of the bustling kitchen, a room that would otherwise fill you with dread. He pinches your cheeks again with his tweezers and drops something from them into the hand that you’ve given him, and somehow even in the overheating swell you don’t bubble over with panic. Even as you picture all the ways to disarm him, he is the one still thing you focus on to stay calm.

“Fuck are you so tense for? I don’t bite.”

“I’ve seen you bite many times,” you breathe into his shoulder, monotone and confusion.

What is he waiting for? When is he going to strike you? Burn you? Take you? The anticipation and confusion is worse than whatever punishment he could dream up. The violence always in his eyes and the way you can’t even find a hint of threat right now in his concentration, chills you. His borrowed white formalwear radiates cold from all its twinkling silver baubles but the warmth of his body obliterates the chill. Chest against chest, it shocks your overstimulated nerves and sends you ever closer to the sensation of being trapped in your skin.

He continues his gentle pinching as you continue gauging how much stronger than you he might be. Lifting you like you weigh nothing, throwing men through the air, even if you tried to fight back you might not be able to stop him.

A bowl of ice water appears beside you on the counter and the woman who delivered it tosses a rag your way, casually, as if Bakugou’s already dragged a thousand disobedient guards into the kitchen to disrupt her soup stirring. It only reminds you though, that no one here seems to be all that interested in Bakugou’s royal status and subsequently even less interested in coming to your aid if he decides your body is the only penance he’ll accept.

He waves his thanks to the kitchen and pulls away from you for a moment, never making eye contact but still taking something in. A part of you. Like admiring a painting, or more likely– with those furrowed brows– wincing at a carriage wreckage. He wets the rag and rings it out in a fist without looking away.

Prince Bakugou Katsuki looks so much like his mother it’s going to break your heart.

You flinch when he brings the wet cloth to your lips and a lump swells in your throat when it makes him smirk. How could someone this cruel come from the woman who raises the sun? His golden hair, shoulders thick from training his magic, soft leather hands and beautiful eyes– the sun did create him. And she asked you to keep him safe.

The prince drops the rag in its bowl and takes your jaw up in his hold again, presses his hips back to yours to be closer, still just as eerily gentle. You must be biting your tongue hard to taste all this blood.

Even as a sparkworn palm steadies itself on your thigh instead of the countertop beside you, all you can think of is your queen’s request– your orders. You won’t resist him. You fired into the crowd in a foreign castle. Your prince spared you a public humiliation and you won’t deny him your punishment.

“Highness,” you can barely hold dignity in your voice as you speak into his tunic from how closely he keeps you, and something about the pitiful sound makes him pause his little strokes at your cheeks. You muster the courage to continue, “Please just– just make it quick.”

“What, so you can go back out there and assault another waiter?” He growls back, distant with focus, “All that got you this time was a face full of splinters.”

Before you can process his words the prince claps your cheek to agitate the last few flecks of wood still embedded there under the skin.

“Leave it to a Takoban carpenter to serve their guests on fucking driftwood.”

What?

Your angry prince, shoulders hunched, jaw set, frowning– always frowning– is plucking your…splinters? What splinters? Cradling your face instead of attending his own feast? Instead of punishing you? Instead of screaming, striking, exploding– instead of pulling your tunic apart by the buttons and eating you.

“What are you doing?” You breathe again, unsure of if you’ve even said the words out loud.

“You got the short term memory of a goldfish.”

Prince Bakugou drops the tweezers in the water dish after dusting clean his now-wood-free canvas and tilts your face up a bit higher to match his gaze. Your hips connect. Cold blooms at your mouth where the prince presses the icy wet rag again and this time you realize he’s wiping blood from your nose.

Does he not remember marching you through the Hall five minutes ago? Last night’s raised hackles and voices flash so vividly in your mind that you still feel his arrogant breath down the back of your neck. The furious canines that kept you up all night. Who is this?

“Titania almighty you’re jumpy, what happened to my Alderan Captain huh?” But his eyes stop half way through their rolling before he finishes speaking again. His hand freezes where it steadies your jaw, fingers and thumbs cupping you there and a warm pinky stilled at your throat with his words, “Like you think I’m–” knotted brows fall as he realizes, “– that I–”

Slowly, your prince’s face lowers to the shadow your body casts in candlelight and for the third time in your life, you watch each other. Wide red eyes, too near to see clearly, burn into your own and you can’t quite decipher all that they’re saying. His fingers twitch like he’s only just realized who it is he’s touching and how he’s touching her and for a moment you can feel his thighs tense inside of yours. Like he’s going to run away. Blond hair sticky with kitchen sweat brushes your temples from how close you’re kept. 

“Did you think–”

“Let go of me.”

At the same time Bakugou realizes your fear, violence finally returns to you. How long has it been?

Heat soars from your heart to every tip of your body in humiliation. From the top of your head to the points of your fingers, you reel forward off the counter to disrupt his hold and he similarly jerks away from you, chest and hips parting, fists clenching.

Heads turn at the sudden disruption. The rhythm of these kitchens never stops, but maneuvering around Alderans has become tonight’s full time precaution and at the very least you could be considered entertainment.

You and your prince stand facing each other. You, chillingly still and bleeding so slightly, and Bakugou at a safe distance.

Growling, taunting, threats and blows, spitting, sneering– why now of all times to be kind? Your mouth forms the question. Hours of patience, a lifetime of service, admiration, devil’s advocation, self sacrifice, pride. But your voice can’t quite push it out.

Is it fun? Toying with me?

Prince Bakugou stares across the floured floor at you, cheeks and neck so flushed it makes his white tunic glow. Your posture curves inward like a stalking cat as you stare back.

For the first time in his life, Bakugou can’t find words. You won’t know what he’s trying to say for a long time and for now it’s a coincidence and a blessing that you’re too grieved to speak.

When you push silently past him back into the Hall hardly a soul notices you. Music swells and children dance. Blood drips from your nose as you march, your cheeks sting, and slowly blue lords and blue ladies at the edge of their tables catch chilling sight of you. You consider all the ways you should apologize to the waiter you speared in your delirium.

Slowly, forks are lowered and necks crane. Slowly mother’s pull their daughters closer, drunkards stop singing, eyes fall on your stride. The music tapers out as you approach the front entrance.

A genuine laugh is so close to escaping you when the entire room winces in unison– you plant your heel to the polished white wall and rip your halberd from where it’s still wedged, pretty and red, in the elven door and with a flourish the polearm is back in its holster between your shoulders. Your company is gone; no one sits at the royal table. Bakugou doesn’t follow from the kitchens.

As you slip from the Hall and back into the seashell castle, you’re sure you’ll be punished for this too, whatever the fuck that means.

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#remember when i said last chapter was my favorite? #well i hadnt written this one yet! #i am also in love with this header image #big thanks to q.lizzy 1st #a hymn to black water #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha fic #mha fic #bnha fantasy au #mha fantasy au

[halaxia]

𓇢𓆸 ever and evermore

❧ welcome to my evermore event!

❧ i will be posting works inspired by songs from taylor swift’s evermore with one song for each character i most associate them with.

❧ this event is multifandom and contains character(s) from jujutsu kaisen, spy x family, bleach, bungo stray dogs, obey me, my hero academia, chainsaw man, death note, and attack on titan.

❧ all works for this event will come under the hashtag #ೄྀ࿐ evermore ˊˎ- for easy navigation :)

❧ if you would like to be tagged under any (or all) works for this event, let me know either with an ask, dm, or in the comments <3

❧ willow — nanami kento | “i’m begging for you to take my hand, wreak my plans, that’s my man.”

❧ champagne problems — loid forger | “left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing, champagne problems.”

❧ gold rush — kurosaki ichigo | “i don’t like that falling feels like flying ‘till the bones crush; everybody wants you, but i don’t like a gold rush.”

❧ ‘tis the damn season — itadori yuji | “it always leads to you in my hometown.”

❧ tolerate it — akutagawa ryunosuke | “i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.”

❧ no body, no crime — todoroki touya | “but i ain’t letting up until the day i die.”

❧ happiness — hirofumi yoshida | “haunted by the look in my eyes that would have loved you for a lifetime.”

❧ dorthea — fushiguro megumi | “and if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know, you know, you always know me.”

❧ coney island — yagami light | “sorry for not making you my centrefold.”

❧ ivy — gojo satoru | “my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand; taking mine, but it’s been promised to another.”

❧ cowboy like me — mammon | “takes one to know one; you’re a cowboy like me.”

❧ long story short — okkotsu yuta | “long story short, it was a bad time; long story short, i survived.”

❧ marjorie — geto suguru | “…cause every scrap of you would be taken from me.”

❧ closure — roronoa zoro | “it’s been a long time; and seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain.”

❧ evermore — hayakawa aki | “can’t not think of all the cost; and the things that will be lost.”

❧ right where you left me — eren yeager | “everybody moved on; i, i stayed there.”

❧ it’s time to go — jean kirschtein | “when keeping it how it is will only break their hearts worse.”

#ೄྀ࿐ evermore ˊˎ- #jjk x reader #spy x family x reader #bleach x reader #bsd x reader #obey me x reader #death note x reader #mha x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #nanami kento x reader #loid forger x reader #ichigo x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #itadori yuji x reader #gojo satoru x reader #mammon x reader #geto suguru x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #light yagami x reader #hirofumi yoshida x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #levi ackerman x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #eren yeager x reader #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #jujutsu kaisen

[benjingle]

CRACK AU LMFAO

Kiribaku lego batman au

These are what my friends and I decided for the roles :> If you have more or something, just let me know gahhadfg

Batman - Katsuki Bakugou

The Joker - Eijirou Kirishima

Robin - Izuku Midoriya

Alfred - Shouto Todoroki

Batgirl - Ochako Uraraka

Superman - All Might (fittingly)

The Riddler - Dabi

Green Lantern (male) - Denki Kaminari

Green Lantern (Female) - Kyoka Jirou

Penguin - Overhaul

Catwoman - Momo Yaoyorozu

Spiderman - Hanta Sero

Poison Ivy - Jesus freak whatever her name is

Eraser - Shouta Aizawa

Izuku isn't going to be adopted by Katsuki, but it's gonna be more of "Izuku is a big fan and gets to join his found family" or something

Also, yes. Eijirou and Katsuki fall in love.

#lego batman krbk #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kiribaku #krbk #bakushima #bakukiri #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #lego batman #batman #mha crack #bnha crack #crack au #au #my au #alternate universe #smelly gremlin art

[tiredflowercrown]

Hi will any of you really care about this? Probly not. Do I need to scream about this for at least one post? Yes

Alrighty! So if yall have read honor then you might be wonder who the hell are Herkies old friends, this is them, featuring their personalities and the fandom the originated from. Because they have been my beloved ocs long enough to travel though many fandoms and have picked up little things along the way!

Octavia Kassandra (Starling)

She originated from PJO, she's Octavian's older sister who only slightly nicer. She doesn't actively antagonize people who have power and could help her.

Fun fact! The necklace she wears is her engagement ring from her dead fiance!

Character she's most like in descendants? Probly Audrey. She's just a bitch, what else is there to say

Lex (Alexander Black)

He originated from HP. He's a member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. (Yes I know the name doesn't match the naming conventions he's next gen connecting back to mauaders as an actual canon)

He's charming, deceptively so, think rich ceo or landlord who says they're terribly sorry while taking your house.

Character he's most like in Descendants? Anthony Tremaine. He's a pretty boy who couldn't give a shit about anyone but his family.

Ali (Alix Duke)

She also originated from HP. She is also a member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black (as well as technically being a Weasley but we don't talk about that.) Her and Lex are cousins! She just took her step father's name not her mother's.

She is incredibly dangerous, not because of hand to hand or melee, but because she can nail a shot 2000 meters away. A perfect stealth agent who is willing to do anything. And I mean anything. She's a sadist, point blank.

Character she's most like in descendants? Ivy de vil. She practically her carbon copy, will take any excuse to light shit on fire, deeply protective of her family, couldn't give a shit about anyone else.

Orpheia (LeBeau)

She originated from an unholy mix of Marvel and MHA. (She's technically a todoroki but she's changed just enough that it doesn't super matter)

She's the only nice one in the group. The only. She's actually a psychopomp, who's cursed with prophecy. She's not having a great time, thanks for asking.

Character she's most like in descendants? Jane but like only D3 Jane. She's sweet and very capable.

Hyacintha (LeBeau)

She also originated from the unholy mixture. She's Orpheia's twin! (Older by 2 hours and fraternal)

She can pummel you to bits physically and mentally! She is extremely knowledgeable in psychology and will use it.

Character she's most like in Descendants? Harriet Hook. She doesn't give a fuck, why are you bothering her and making another thing her problem.

Please understand that these are all rich kids with power. They couldn't give a singular fuck about who gets in their way or what happens to them. It's all family first, family last, and family by and by. You could disappear, be horribly tortured and murdered, and no one would ever be able to track it back to them. That's the level they are on.

Herkie is also like that. They would watch Auradon burn just cause it had the audacity to restrict magic and their authority.

If yall wanna know more about them please tell me, I will gladly go on

#disney descendants #heroes of olympus #my hero academia #harry potter #my darling ocs

[pandajaye]

Todoroki Family Chronicles

All: “Haaaappy biiiirthdayyyy, dear Tooooshiiiiii. Haaaappy biiiiirthdayyyy tooooo youuuuuu!”

Ivy: “Blow out your candles, bub!”

Toshinori: *blows out his candles on his birthday cake* “Thank you, everyone! I’m not really a fan of celebrating my birthday but with you guys, it’s amazing.”

Fuyumi: “How old are you, Uncle Toshi?”

Toshi: “Oh, y’know. I’m almost 50 years old-”

Touya: “Dang!”

Toshi:

Ivy:

Enji:

Keigo:

Rumi:

Kids:

Touya: “…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL MIGHT!!!! WE LOVE YOUUUU!!!! 🎉🎂🥳🎈🎊🎁

#endeavor #enji todoroki #bnha #mha #enji x reader #enji x black!oc #bnha au #todoroki family chronicles #endeavor x reader #endeavor x black!oc #enji #toshinori yagi #all might #ivy todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #touya todoroki #natsuo todoroki #shoto todoroki #keigo takami #hawks #rumi usagiyama #miruko #happy birthday all night

[sky-casino]

the 1975 performed their self-titled album live at Gorilla last night and i can't help but imagine a scenario where you and dabi are singing and kissing while listening to the songs, especially robbers, chocolate, menswear, and girls 🥺😭

#ivy writes #dabi #dabi x reader #touya #todoroki #the 1975 #dabi x you #touya todoroki #todoroki touya

[fandom-trash-goblin]

Best ship(s) in your opinion?

oh hello!!

if we're talking about actual ships, RMS Carpathia is my favourite!!

Fandom wise wow this is really relative because I'm in so so many fandoms oof.

Soo. I guess I'll start with hp? Fuck jkr being the first and foremost. Alright I love theodore nott/Harry Potter? Like Lonmoreaen's fics are the best. Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger has always been a secret fave of mine even if it's queerplatonic. Marauder era I'm partial to James/Regulus', I'm afraid. Something about their symbolism does it for me.

Naruto- Uchiha Sasuke/Hyuuga Hinata I love the fics they're so so beautifully written.

Avatar- I love Zuko/Sokka. Best.

My Hero Academia- Bakugo Katsuki/Kirishima and Bakugo Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto. Can you tell BK is my favourite character?

Asoiaf: I'm fond of Robb Stark/Margaery Tyrell, as well as Sansa Stark/Jeyne Poole, Sansa Stark/Jon Snow.

Hotd: I like Alicent/Rhaenyra but also Alicent/Criston Cole. I wish viserys would just disappear from the narrative. I also like Aemond/Rhaena

Batman: Tim/Bernard. Also Tim/Bernard/Kon. Poison Ivy/Harley.

Marvel: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Tony Stark/Doctor Strange. I love Peter Parker/Harley Keener and PP/MJ.

SVSSS: all the canon couples, actually. I also like Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu (Yuan) and Yue Qingyuan/Shen Jiu.

MDZS: wangxian my beloved. Also Jiang Cheng/Lan Xichen or Jiang Cheng/Nie Huaisang

What are yours??? lay it all of me regardless of whether I know the fandoms or not. Who knows I might get into another one?

#general #hp #Marvel #batfam #dc #svsss #mdzs #asoiaf #hotd #bnha #naruto #avatar #fandom ships

[cyber-phobia]

KNY fic recs

Blue 17k complete

A convenient demon blood technique sends Giyū to a timeline where he's dead and Sabito's alive. [Sabito/Giyuu]

The Reason 1k complete

Akaza visits the grave of Rengoku, and starts to understand why said man refused his offer.

Cyanide At The Center Of A Peach 8k complete

In another life, after killing a Lower Moon and establishing himself as the sole survivor of a terrible massacre, Kaigaku became a Hashira. This… does not change much.

where the ocean meets the sky (where you end and i begin) 20k in progress

“Why am I following you?” There isn’t an ounce of fear within him as he inclines himself forward, closer, closer, until his nose nearly brushes Kyojurou’s. “Because I missed you, of course, Kyojurou.” [Akaza/Kyojuro]

Collision Course 23k in progress [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki end up switching places with Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Nezuko during a fight. Chaos ensues.

The Holly and the Ivy 5k complete [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

When Tanjirou sees an unfamiliar kid dressed in green, he's not sure what to think. But it turns out he has more in common with Deku than he knows.

Dreams Of Crimson Snow 3.5k complete [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

When Izuku began to have dreams involving the former users of One For All he had been quite startled but after a while, it became a new normal, much breaking his bones came to be. But when he suddenly began to have dreams about a small cottage on a snowy mountain it was fair to say that something was up.

Found Family of Fire 8.5k in progress [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

After his ill-fated battle with Akaza, Rengoku Kyojuro wakes up in another world, one with quirks and new technology and very quickly a new family for him to join.

I'm You, Exactly the Same, but also Your Direct Opposite 27k in progress [Boku No Hero Academia crossover]

Genya and Katsuki body sharing AU. [kny manga spoilers]

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #fic rec #demon slayer #bnha #my recs

[thegrimreaper-probably]

Bnha class x Poison ivy power reader bc slay

Toga himiko x reader

Headcanon/drabble thing

• everyone loves your makeup

• definitely best friends with Mina or Uraraka

• you do stand with Todoroki or near him so you guys got some bond

• once you guy move into the dorms your room is full of plants.

•And a huge carnivorous plant is in the room. that scares everyone but you just pet the plants head

• you also become friends with Kota from the love of plants and animals.

• you team up with Iida to parent everyone which is very scary

• your the go to nurse rather then going to the real nurse.

• Denki’s definitely has goes to you for splinters

• You do make dinner with Bakugo the only time you two tolerate each

• When the lov attack Toga always try’s to fight with you. She’s your Harley Quin ♥️

• Tho you do get kidnapped which she loves

• the league try’s to make you join but you hate Dabi to much

“Come on just join us.”

“I am Nature's arm. Her spirit. Her will. Hell, I am Mother Nature. Why would I join a group that harms us?”

“The heroes are bad people not us!”

“You both are.”

“THEN WHY NOT JOIN?”

• Shigaraki just walks away after

• you get Dabi to kiss you so he passes out

“Men, the most absurd of God's creatures. We give you life and we can take it away just as easily.” Slay!

“I want a kiss!”

“You stupid girl she’ll kill you!”

• Shigaraki goes to hurt ya but All Might saves the day.

• you help with the fight then when the other save you, you just stay fighting

• you do leave once all of the other villains leave not wanting to die

• you hadn’t told anyone about your full quirk till after the fight

“So what can you do?”

“My blood is aloe, my skin is chlorophyll, and my lips are filled with poison. I control plants and can make them.”

“So is that Dabi guy dead?”

“No my lips just make you fall asleep.”

“So that’s why you didn’t let me drank from your cup?”

“Yes.”

• you and Bakugo do get closer from the kidnapping but still have a dislike for each other

• the girls go to you when they need help with guys

•you only go to the mall to protect them, not that they can’t do it themselves.

“Hey mamas!”

“Aww pretty boy want a kiss?”

“Kinda want more then that mamas.”

“Mmm, just one kiss and I’ll show you everything you see plus everything you don’t.” Man’s drooling but so sad he passes out after your little kiss.

• Toga goes undercover as Mina just to get closer to you, though you find out and bring her into your dorm.

“Darling? If you wanted to see me could’ve just came in.”

“You remember me!?”

“How could I forget such a cute face like yours?”

“Can I pleases get some blood? I bet yours is so sweet and yummy!”

“Oh honey, my blood isn’t for eating. It’s aloe which just leaves an awful taste in your pretty little mouth.”

“But-!”

“Darling I have to go make dinner for my babies. Why don’t you go home for me?” She leaves but definitely comes back at nighttime twice a week.

• the teachers love you

• Midnight loves your hero outfit and helps with your winter design

•  Aizawa and you are similar in ways. You both care about the class and are scary when mad or when they get on your bad side. Plus you both are moody and got a goofy girlfriend/husband.

• you hate All Might and he’s scared of you. Often you correct him on a lot of stuff. No one knows why you hate him but you do.

• Mic is also scared of you but still loves ya. You guys both listen to music together or you teach him about plants

• Toga tells you abt overhaul, which your pissed about and do try to kill him but fail to do so.

• dude like 5ft away from you and is wearing a mask. You can’t kiss him, blow your perfume or powder. And it’s really hard to get plants through concrete.

•but Toga try’s to help you because she upset about big sis. She vents to you abt it.

• When Eri comes around you love her!

“Pretty.”

“Thank you darling. Your so pretty as well. Want to play with some plants and butterflies?”

“Mhm!” You guys play in your room.

• your the only one Aizawa let’s babysit by yourself

• You make plants and make Eri fly sometime.

• you teach her to read and take care of plants

• she even recycle which you are so happy!

• for Christmas you get her, her very first plant

•  Aizawa freaks out when it dies and calls you

• you tell him what the plant is so he can just rebuy one when needed and when to water it incase she forgets

• Toga also gives you plants when she can

• she’ll give you carnivorous plants or red plants that reminds her of blood

• you give her a tomato plant so she can stab the fruit instead of animals plus she can eat them

• y’all in love and you probably do become a villain and you stay a hero so you get more info

• you still hate the league so you don’t join

• she’ll probably do your dirty work and kills everyone who says they have a crush on you or kisses you

• Mother Nature and her favorite plant in her garden a Langsdorffia (also known as a vampire plant)

Part two

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #bnha quirks #headcanon #toga x reader #toga himiko #posion ivy #plant quirk #bnha x y/n #my hero academia #mha x y/n #slayyyyy #feminist #eri bnha

[kushami-hime]

If I play my cards right (and have enough time) I should have a D/eku wav up this weekend. Scenario is T/odoDeku hiding from villains, the place is covered in flowers from a Poison Ivy-sort of villain and Deku's hayfever starts acting up so he has to hold back, ft closeted snzfucker! Todoroki!

Ngl the sneezes for D/eku in this one are preeeeetty sus in terms of sounding very...MMN. The holdbacks are solid and the build ups are some of my favorites I've done so far 👌

#i hope itll be done this weekend #at least by saturday #kushami wavs

[ao3feed-todoroki]

Family Business

Family business by ivy and roses

Shoto and Momo have big news.

They have news, but Shoto isn't thrilled to announce it to his family at dinner.

Words: 5054, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Original Characters

Relationships: Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Shouto & Yaoyorozu Momo, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Fluff, Pregnancy, Family, Family Dinners, Aged-Up Character(s), Aged-Up Todoroki Shouto, Future Fic, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Yaoyorozu Momo, Pro Hero Class 1-A, Happy, Family Feels, Married Todomomo, todomomo, Domestic Fluff, Domestic

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48722368

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Todomomo #♥ #Todomomo #Fuyuhawks #Enji Todoroki #Rei Todoroki #❄️🔥 #⚤ #R:G #A:Ivy #Future Fic #Fluff