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mavrintarou · 5 months
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[Daddies in December] Namikaze Minato
I am on a roll! Lol. Not Haikyuu but... you have to admit, Minato is quite a daddy. Not how I would have liked to write my first story on Minato - it is dark (well, I consider his behavior dark).
Warning: manipulating Minato, explicit pregancy smut. If you're new, this is my third day writing a Daddies in December - check out Akaashi and Sakusa in my masterlist :)
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For the last ten minutes, Minato observed Y/n sleeping peacefully, even after a night of lovemaking in the early hours. His fingers gently caressed her cheek, and he smiled whenever her brows furrowed, drawing her closer to his comforting arms.  
He tightens his arms around her, molding her body into his as he rests his chin on the crown of her head.
Y/n let out a soft sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist.
I’m never going to let you go, he thought to himself.
He will live with the sins of breeding her to keep her by his side. That was the only way he was sure he could tie her to him for life. He knew Y/n was loyal and dreamed of a family. Who would be best to make that happen? Him. She did not realize it yet, but he was the best thing she had and he was the only thing she needed. Together, they will raise their child and live happily.
He kept track of her monthly cycle, timing her fertile days and the day she ovulated to ensure an almost guaranteed pregnancy. He then monitored her symptoms, kept a close on her, and continued to shower her with affection.
When he would feel her hesitate or feel her feelings and affection change, he would reel her back in.
Who was there for her when the pipes in her apartment building burst? Him.
Who was there for her when a stranger tried to rob her? Him.
“Stay close to me, Y/n. I’ll protect you. Only I can protect you.” He cooed, calming her down.
A month and a half goes by and Minato continued to pay close attention to her body, seeing if his cum had taken place but Y/n showed no signs of being pregnant.
He wasted no time fucking her at any chance he got. He punctured all the condoms he purchased with a needle, even a few times just in case.
Minato was becoming possessive by the day and all that was on his mind was Y/n.
He had accidentally slipped, scaring her.
“You’re supposed to be mine!” he shouted, angry that Y/n could not understand why he wouldn’t allow her to go out with her colleagues. He quickly tried to apologize, turn the tables that he was just insecure because he didn’t trust her male colleagues to not make a move on her.
He could see it in her eyes as she tried to play it off that it wasn’t a big deal but he knew Y/n, he knew she was plotting to run.
Run from him.
And he wasn’t going to allow it.
But this one time, he did. He knew he would get her back soon enough.
He let her go for a week, it killed him. Minato kept a close eye on her, hired someone to keep a tab on her every move and to keep her safe.
Until the day came…
He smiled as he opened the door, seeing a complete mess Y/n. “Come here, baby.” He opened his arms and she crashed into him, finding peace in him.
The words she said to him over the phone repeated over in his head, “I’m pregnant, Minato… what do we do?”
“We’re going to get married,” he responded with a firm yet gentle tone. “I am committed to doing the honorable thing – marrying you and ensuring that you and our child bear my last name.” She opened her mouth to protest when he pressed a finger to her lips, “it is the right thing to do for our child, we must think about them now, not us.” Knowing he was right, he pulled her into his arms, “leave everything to me. Everything will be alright. You just worry about staying healthy for our baby.”
He moved Y/n into his condo, remodeling his place to accommodate a child.
“Everything I do is for you and baby,” Minato whispered, tilting her chin and pressing his lips to hers. He smiled when she kissed him back, hungrily.
Y/n mumbled something and wiggled in his arms, trying to put space between them.
“What?” he asked.
“Too hot…” she repeated, still half asleep. “Too hot…”
Minato clicked his tongue and loosened his hold on her as she rolled around in his arms, away from him. She kicked the comforters, exposing her naked body.
His morning wood had been aching and he has been putting it off.
Scooting closer, he spooned her. His hand reached around and between her legs, a satisfied smile on his face as he felt how wet she was considering he had wiped her down.
“Y/n,” he cooed, slipping a finger into her heat.
“No – no more…” she tried to push his hand away, yet her thighs closed in.
“I need you,” he whispered, lifting her leg to slide his cock in between her thighs. Her soft whimper was all he needed to know that she was giving in to him. “I need you, badly… please?”
She looked over her shoulders, “be… gentle…”
Pressing a kiss to her naked shoulder, “promise.” He shift her half on her front side and moved behind on top of her. Bending her leg, he guide his cock into her wet pussy.
He could never have enough of her.
He rocked slowly, reminding himself to be gentle.
Minato reach to massage her tit, before spreading his palm against her belly.
When he first met her, he knew she was his. She was already beautiful to his eyes but with the glow of her pregnancy, Minato vowed he was going to keep that glow in her.
If that meant he would keep putting a baby in her, he would. She glowed so beautifully.
“Mina…” she reached for his arm, “f – faster…”
“You said you gentle…” he teased, snapping his hips. He lift her leg, hooking it over his shoulder.
“Gentle and fast…”
“And deeper?”
“And deeper.”
Minato nipped her ankle, and gripped her thigh, holding it in place as he rocked deeper into her. His thumb found her swollen clit and began rubbing.
“No – no… I’ll cum…”
“That’s the whole point,” he chuckled, he too was close to cumming. Y/n tensed and twisted her body, cumming on his cock as he fasten his hips until he ejaculated.
He pressed a kiss to her ankle, the fresh teeth mark before setting her leg down. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to her lips, “good morning.”
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E/n: This man... nothing edited, just whipping these at the moment.
>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy
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ackerchou · 1 year
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more protag shenanigans!! >uo
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mixelation · 5 months
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WAIT WAIT WAIT someone is like 'pfft marrying their jinchurriki. obviously its political' and minato is like. you accuse me. of NOT LOVING MY WIFE? RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME? ILL HAVE YOU KNOW-
minato rips off his shirt to reveal a full chest tattoo that says I LOVE KUSHINA 5EVER
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crescentfool · 2 years
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you feel content listening to music with ryoji... 💙
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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months
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like father, like son.
request: i’m not sure if this is alright with your rules, but, may i request a headcanon with small imagine of minato namikaze with a reader who has the personality of kanao tsuyuri? he meets reader in the academy, taking an interest on her, he sets out on a mission to befriend her. eventually he manages to start bringing her out of her shell. soon after they fall in love and later marry. years later, history repeats itself, both watch how their son naruto protect hinata
# tags: headcanon + scenario; friends to lovers to marriage couple; light romance; fluff; a bit of comedy; soft!minato; mention of pregnancy; sfw
includes: female reader ft. minato namikaze {naruto}
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↘ Minato was a boy full of energy and smile during his school days. And he loved to watch you from the last school desk when you listened carefully to the words of the teachers and experienced ninjas. He was truly smitten with you, and the opportunity to spend time together was a valuable experience for him.
↘ So he slowly getting to know you better, always offering his help when you had a problem with your homework or training. Halfway through the school year, he even switched places with the person sitting next to you so he could be closer to your person. He really tried his best and always asked his mom to make some more breakfast so he could give you some onigiri or fried tofu in soy sauce.
↘ Months passed and Minato was overjoyed to hear that he would be on the same team with you. You always stuck together, and your will to fight and calmly looking at difficult situations impressed him very much. For a young teenager, you were a little butterfly that spread its wings more and more and headed towards the sun.
↘ So the years passed; first you were in the same class, then in the same team, then you became the closest friends who spent their free time together, then you slowly began to climb the ladder of not-lovers-but-not-friends-too, shyly confessing your feelings to each other. Almost three years after the formation of the Team, you officially started dating – at first only for meals together at your favorite ramen restaurant, and then you started walking alone in the forests and by the lakes, holding hands.
↘ You had your first kiss together and from that moment you were closer than ever. Your relationship magnified your skills, and at a very fast pace, Minato became more and more successful in being a ninja. Thanks to you, he grew into a real man who wanted to start a family and protect the village. You were a refuge for him and a person who always soothed his mental and physical wounds.
↘ You got engaged at the age of twenty and married a year later. You enjoyed your rings for a short time, but then you had to take off your beautiful jewelry because your hands became very swollen due to pregnancy. Minato was overjoyed, and when he found out it was probably a boy, he cried for the first time in many years. He then kissed your entire face, almost removing your delicate eye make-up.
↘ Naruto was born as a healthy, smiling boy who gave you and your husband a lot of joy (but also a lot of stress) in later years. From that moment, you had to protect not only each other, but also this golden-haired baby who was the fruit of your long-term love.
↘ You never had your second child, but you gave all your love to Naruto, who grew up to be a little rascal. Nevertheless, the knowledge passed on to him made him a brave and eager to fight teenager over the years. He was very much like Minato, especially when he was protecting the weak or those he truly loved. You were personally delighted when your beloved son brought Hinata home for the first time – no longer as a friend, but as a woman he would like to spend the rest of his life with.
↘ In terms of being a romantic – again; Naruto was very much like his father. He gave Hinata small gifts, always protected her from rain and attacks of enemies, always tenderly said Goodbye to her and took care of her like the most precious flower. He was a small copy of Minato, who kissed your forehead with the greatest tenderness, gave you flowers and cooked your favorite dishes for you.
↘ Your life was perfect at that moment and you definitely wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. You wanted to grow old with this guy and marry him again in your next life.
*:・゚✧*
You and your husband were sitting on the terrace of your small house, watching Naruto and Hinata approach a white building with a dark roof. There was a book in your hand and a cup of steaming green tea on the table next to you. Minato at that time was sitting directly in front of you; his eyes were closed. Ten minutes ago, he was talking to you about plans for the coming months, and after a while he simply fell asleep, tired of the constant duties of the Hokage.
You frowned as you watched the young couple. Your son had a huge, almost painful smile on his face, while your daughter-in-law had flushed cheeks. She and Naruto had a really peaceful and supportive marriage, though from time to time they would ask you for advice on a successful relationship.
But something was bothering you, and it was a strange feeling in your stomach. Your intuition was never wrong; you just felt something was... That something has changed. So you quickly woke up your husband, although you really didn’t want to, and then whispered a simple sentence in his direction.
“Minato, I think I’m going to be a grandmother.” You whispered, hiding your excitement. Your husband yawned.
“How…” He bit his lip. “Oh.”
After a short while, a young adult couple entered your house; for the first time you saw your son dressed that well. Before you could offer something to drink and eat, your son ran to his father and lifted him high.
“I will be a grandfather and you will be parents!” He screamed and you laughed out loud. “I mean, I’ll be dad and you’ll be grandmothers!”
“Naruto-kun...” Hinata started, almost fainting in embarrassment.
“I mean, mom. You will be grandma and you, dad, will be grandpa!” He said it right this time, and you nodded, still amused. Your sense of intuition, however, was not mistaken. You immediately hugged your beloved daughter and then your son, congratulating them as sincerely as you could.
One glistening tear welled up in your eye because these two were so much like you and your husband; just as in love and as happy as you and your beloved. You were so happy for them and for your own happiness. You started crying into Minato’s arms and he stroked your hair. Minute later, he offered tea to your lovely guests.
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narrators-journal · 16 days
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Just a dream
I’m still on a bit of that horror train, so I took a bit of a softer idea I’ve been chewing on for a bit and decided to flex my descriptive muscles. That’s it. Is this super fucking clear? Probably not. But I hope it’s at least descriptive, and effective in painting the picture I want.
I also wanted to explore a bit more of a dark take on my usual writing energy? Idk, kinda hard to explain. I just wanted to write something that crossed wires in a way.
CW: Beware! There be attempted gore ahead! There’s also a bit of a sexual energy, dipping slightly into Ryoji’s darker tastes. Maybe this counts as a hint of Ero Guro? Not super heavy on the Ero tho, it’s just there. The biggest warning is for there being gore.
Minato squirmed beneath Ryoji’s touch, his back arched into his palm, his body offered up for each of Ryoji’s whims. Which, was a sight that brought a soft smile to the god’s face before he dipped his head and began a slow trail of feather-light kisses at the wildcard’s jaw and moved down his neck, then his sternum. “Ryoji…” the shaggy-haired man beneath the god sighed, his cloudy grey eyes focus on the brunette as he continued to leave delicate kisses down Minato’s belly. Each kiss and playful nibble enough to make the muscles below his pale skin flutter, or a shiver run down Minato’s body. A phenomenon that made Ryoji pause with his lips still against the man’s warm skin as he purred, “God, you’re so pretty, funeral lily…” Each fresh inhale of the wildcard’s lavender scent afterwards intoxicating him further.
“R-Ryoji…” And, just like that, the fog of lust was lifted by the distressed tone of the blue-haired man’s whimper. “Mina? Why do you sound so sad all of-” Ryoji didn’t need to finish his question. Because, when he lifted his eyes to look back up to his lover’s face, the pained grimace and tears he saw answered the question. “Funeral lily, what’s wrong?!” Ryoji asked instead as he pushed himself up from the wildcard’s belly to instead reach a hand up to the man’s cheek. Then, his breath froze in his throat.
His fingers. His pale skin, usually the color of a beam of moonlight, was now a sickeningly sticky shade of cherry against Minato’s own fair cheek. A shade that could be tracked down the wildcard’s body until he found the source. The spot where the skin of Minato’s belly had been torn open. A yawning, bloodied maw barely held together by the last few strands of the wildcard’s skin that remained.
For a moment, the sight his funeral lily stained red like this was morbidly beautiful, in that deeply unspoken manner. Yet, the sticky reminder of the blood on his face brought the god back to the reality of the moment. “Ryoji…”
It was Minato’s blood on his face. The crimson color that bloomed across the sheets was his fault. He hadn’t brought his lover any pleasure in exchange for his own. He’d only hurt him. “Ryoji.” The wildcard’s voice called. Muffled by the buzz of blood in the god’s ears as the brunette’s gut twisted and tied itself into knots. “Mochizuki!”
Freed from his dream, Ryoji threw himself out of the bed. Desperate to somehow get away from the copper scent on his skin, only to fall against the sturdy bedroom door before he sank to the floor. With his sapphire eyes barely cleared of sleepy haze as they darted from one corner of the shadow-filled bedroom to the next, the brunette’s heart thundered in his ears. The harshba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump in his chest nearly so loud, that it would’ve drowned out Minato’s voice when he huffed, “Ryoji, what the hell are you doing?” if the midnight-haired man had not moved as he spoke.
Minato?
Sure enough, Minato Arisato sat on the bed. His voice thick with sleep and confused annoyance, but the snow-colored button-up he was draped in seemed...untouched. His shaggy, dark hair was mussed and frizzy, but the wildcard was in one piece. He was perfectly fine.
He was unharmed. Though storm cloud eyes flashed with lightning, those bolts were what allowed reality to trickle back into Ryoji’s brain through the fog of anxiety and the slam of his heart against his ribs. Until, finally, the reaper’s fear had ebbed. “Ryoji.” Minato said in a firmer, yet suddenly kinder, voice that snapped the brunette out of his thoughts to look at his suddenly-softened partner. Why is he so nice all of a sudden?A dumb thought, for sure, because it surely wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that something must’ve been wrong with the god of death to have him huddled against the door like a frightened animal. And, despite his bad attitude and sharp tongue, Minato knew when honey was more effective than vinegar. “Nightshade, why did you jump up like that? Are you okay?” The shaggy-haired wildcard asked as he crouched down in front of Ryoji.
Yet, his quiet, gentle words still didn’t seem to be enough to receive an actual response from the half awake Shadow. only tears. “Hey, hey shh. You’re okay, Nightshade. It was just a bad dream.” the wildcard swiftly soothed, his hands moved to cup Ryoji’s round, soft face and swipe his tears away with his thumbs.
There was no fear. No hesitation to touch Ryoji and pull him from the sharp claws of his hysteria. “I’m so sorry!” The brunette finally sobbed, unable to tell whether the apology was for his dream, or the tears he couldn’t stop when they poured down his full cheeks and over his lover’s hands. Not that the reason mattered, though, to anyone but Ryoji. “Why are you apologizing? All you’ve done is startle me and have a bad dream.” He pointed out, the brunette only able to continue bawling as he stammered on uneven breaths, “I-I didn’t- I didn’t mean to h-hurt you.” Yet, Minato only continued to soothe him. “Nightshade, you had a nightmare. I’m fine, you haven’t done anything to me, see?”
As he spoke, the midnight-haired wildcard moved his hands from the distressed god’s cheeks to instead grab his wrists and put his hands on his hips. The warmth in his voice, the intimacy of the soft skin beneath Ryoji’s palms once more, with no fear or hesitation, only trust. Seemed to be the final anchor the brunette needed to fully realize that his dream wasn’t his reality. So, the brunette was slowly able to pull free of the self-imposed, irrational guilt and just curl around his lover. “I’m so sorry...for scaring you.” He eventually mumbled into the lavender-scented skin of Minato’s neck while the wildcard threaded his fingers through the brunette’s hair. Now sat in the god’s lap, with an arm draped around his shoulders and a thread of amusement in his chuckle, “It’s okay, Nightshade. I’m honestly sort of endeared that your worst nightmare is hurting me.” which, earned a weak giggle from Ryoji before the two settled into a comfortable sort of silence.
Eventually, they would likely move back to bed. But, for the moment, Ryoji simply buried his face in Minato’s scent to replace the stench of blood and distract from how vivid the moment had felt.
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Hello I noticed that you posted something about Tsurune I love that anime and I was wondering if you could write scenario where Masaki meets his brother's photographer friend who shows up to the boys tournaments and he starts developing a crush on them.
Masaki Takigawa + Brother's friend
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Even after all this time, and all the tournaments, Masaki still got nervous at the start of each one.
It seemed to be worse now that he wasn’t participating. The hopes and dreams of the students he coached feeling heavier than his own. His teachings effecting their dreams, but having no tangible way to alter the outcome from the sidelines. He tried to keep it inside though.
“Oy! Masaki!”
He turned at the sound of his name from a familiar voice. Seeing Ren waving as he walked up. Another person in toe. “Nii-san, what are you doing here?”
“I was in town for some reference work on a new book, so I thought I’d come and see the tournament. You told me about it over the phone, remember?” He vaguely remembered that. “Oh! This is [Y/N]-chan. They’re a photography journalist major at the university. They’re interning with the publisher, so I had them tag along.”
“Nice to meet you.” [Y/N] said with a small bow. “I hope this isn’t too much of a surprise, or disturbance.”
“Not at all.” Masaki assured. “It’s a public event. So all are welcome.”
“Masaki-chan is the coach. But he’s also a great kyudo archer too. And a great guy.”
“Nii-san!” Masaki hissed at Ren’s compliment, while he and his guest laughed it off.
“Well, I’m sure it will be great to watch. I wanted to take some pictures. For my portfolio. We won’t get in the way.”
Masaki nodded and his brother & friend went off to the sidelines for the rest of the tournament.
He didn’t talk to them for nearly the rest of the day. He’d catch sight of [Y/N] now & then. Behind the lens. Hunched down to get a better angle. It was very familiar to him from being around Ren, but he still smiled a little at seeing their passion.
After the tournament was over, Masaki came over to talk to [Y/N] and his brother again. The two already scrolling through the photos. “Did you get any good ones?”
“A few.” [Y/N] replied. Handing him the camera to scroll through himself.
It was only a few pictures in and he could see they were very talented. Very being a still image, there was still a lot of movement to the photos. An energy. A liveliness. He flipped through a few more before he came across a photo of himself. Looking pensive as he waited for Minato to release his bow.
“Sorry. I guess I should have asked if you were ok with your picture taken. I can delete it if you want.”
Maskai blinked and released the breath he was holding. Like he had been in the picture. He handed the camera back and told them, “no. It’s ok. You can keep it if you want.”
[Y/N] smiled. “I can send you a copy? Of the whole roll I mean. That way you guys have some nice pictures of your events. They’re not professional, but it’s a start.”
“Not professional yet.” Ren chided with a wink before he nudged [Y/N] playfully.
“I would like that.” Masaki agreed. Gladly handing over his contact information to get the copies.
“I’ll send them to you later tonight. Once I go through the bad ones. Just text me to make sure you got them. Or…if you want to grab a coffee or something.”
The blunette looked a little stunned before [Y/N] jogged off. “They like you.” Ren cut in, knocking Masaki out of his stopper. “They said you were cute.”
Masaki turned bright pink and nudged his brother in the shoulder. “Nii-san!!” To which Ren laughed, but still didn’t try to stop him when he texted [Y/N] later.
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woman-child91 · 11 months
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A day in the life of Team Jiraiya
Teuchi and Mikoto are training. Jiraiya and Minato are heading to the training place. But, Jiraiya notices the sauna and goes inside the women’s section. He gets kicked out.
Jiraiya: Can I join you girls?
Girl A: Ahhh! Get out of here!
Girl B: Leave, you pervert!
Girl C: No men allowed!
The three girls notice Minato who is covering his eyes.
Girl A: Hello? No need to cover your eyes. We’re all girls.
Girl B: Please, join us.
Girl C: But, close the door behind you. There’s a weird guy out there.
Jiraiya:… (eavesdropping from behind the door)
Minato: (hasn’t taken his hands off his eyes) You’re making a mistake, miss. I’m not-
Girl A: Did you just move here?
Girl B: We know all of the girls in The Hidden Leaf Village.
Girl C: How old are you?
Minato: I’m 13.
Jiraiya: They think he’s a girl?!
Minato: *They think I’m a girl?* Ummm, I’m sorry. But, I should probably get back to Master Jiraiya.
A few minutes later…
Teuchi: Hahahaha! They thought you were a girl?
Minato: It’s not that funny. *sniff*
Mikoto: He’s right. Don’t laugh at him, Teuchi.
Jiraiya: I mean, look at it this way Minato. They mistook you for a girl because, you’re just that pretty. I mean, come to think of it? I honestly thought you were a girl the first time I saw you.
Minato: You did? *starts crying even louder*
Mikoto: Master Jiraiya, you’re not helping! *gives Minato a comforting hug* Don’t cry, Minato. Who cares what those three girls think.
A random Hidden Leaf Villager passes by: Hey! Why’s that little girl crying?
The Third Kazekage: Excuse me. Your blonde daughter looks pretty enough. Would you be interested in an arranged marriage? Rasa, here. (Pushes a quiet 14 year old Rasa in front of him) is next in line on becoming Kazekage. His family is quite prestigious.
Teuchi: Hahahaha! They all think you’re a girl?
Mikoto: Stop it!
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plushiehamuko · 9 months
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every day i am forced to remember that hamuko isn't going to be in the p3 remake so literally neither of my favorite dynamics are gonna get more popular bc of it and i'm just gonna suffer with my dry ass tags
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Anonymous Requested : Minato Arisato x reader HCs for a AU where he survived, perhaps?
Character(s): Minato
Genre: Fluff + Angst
Type: Headcanon
Description: Minato lives after the events of December and is able to return to S.E.E.S and his s/o
Warning(s): SPOILERS(Basically Everything to Do With December), Cut Due to Spoilers, Vague Mentions of Death, Other Characters Mentioned(Ryoji, S.E.E.S), Some Information from The Answer is Used(It Takes Place after December), Reader is Implied to be Aware of The Dark Hour or a Part of S.E.E.S
Hello, anon! I had a mishap with this post earlier, haha- so sorry, but it's here now!
I've thought of this AU before and came to the conclusion that someone else needed to take his place in order for him to live, but I'm going to pretend that it's completely possible to return!
Thank you for requesting, especially for Minato!! I hope you have a wonderful day ♡
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Darkness was all there was
Until he began hearing the wind, feeling the way it danced across his skin.. before a warmth replaced it all
As his sense came back him, so did the strength to open his eyes
And they opened to you
Sat beside him, almost in tears
You couldn't help but pull him into a hug
He was worried, you knew, but you just wanted to hold him again
"You're.. you're okay. We- we were so worried.."
It came back to him
The door.. Nyx...
Ryoji.
He felt a pit form within his stomach
Was everyone else okay?
He.. he shouldn't be here, should he?
It was then that he finally took in his surroundings
A hospital room
The window was open a crack and there were flowers resting on the sill
And the tree just outside... it was green
"It's- months, Min'... it's been months."
You retreated back into your seat, giving him space
".. is it spring?"
"Yes.. it's April."
Three months.. he's been laying here for three months
"Oh! I- I need to tell Mitsuru that you're awake."
You sent her a quick text, a simple "He's awake"
She would know immediately, there was no reason to explain
"(Y/n)."
He brought your attention back to him
"..we won, right?"
"Yeah, we did."
You smiled at him, "Everything's fine now."
It almost felt too good to be true, did he.. truly seal the door? Were the shadows gone?
...was Tartarus gone?
Everything that happened the past year, all the dangers, were gone...
It didn't feel right, but at least it was okay now
"I think you have to stay a few more days, but you should be back at the dorm in no time!"
And you were partially right
Mitsuru gave him a few more options when it came to his living situation
The dorm, a place with Junpei... or a place with you
He knew what he wanted
His senior year was a bit difficult, having missed a good portion of the work, but he managed to pass at the top of his class
You and the others were always there too
Even though Mitsuru and Akihiko were moving forward with their lives, they came to visit often
They didn't stray too far for too long
And he had much more one on one time with you
Dates use to be far between due to the full moons and missing people, but with all of it gone they became frequent
The both of you got to enjoy your one year together
Minato was happy to see you smile again; laugh again
Your goodbyes had been said and done in December, yet neither of you wished to leave
He questioned why he lived, maybe in another life he wouldn't have.. maybe it was but a chance
But he was just happy to experience the life he thought he had lost
By your side
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readerxlit · 1 year
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HEHEHEHAW ITS ME AGAIN >:) i love ur headcanons and scenarios so much AND u like all the same fandoms as me!! what!!!
can i request a scenario/story about minato and reader reuniting after not seeing each other for years? (after the events of persona 3 but no door fate for minato, he just randomly disappeared or something, and reader never thought he’d return) reader and minato were in an established relationship before his disappearance, when reader sees him again, they’re shocked and emotional and stuff and minato comforts them and hugs them
sorry for the super long specific request but long story short: minato comforts because I MISS HIM SO MUCH [insert image of that stick figure crying incomprehensibly]
Hi again! Same hat meme but it's same Fandoms lol. Thank you so much! Also mood I miss him so much all the time. Sorry about the delay on this but life.
Sometimes it's impossible not to think- to consider- that Minato is out there, somewhere. He didn't die. You know he didn't die. Because he promised he was alive, when the rest of you were panicking in the aftermath of "victory."
Because even though he had disappeared, he had to be somewhere.
But it's been years, and while no one has given up, they aren't actively looking either. You can't blame them, but you also can't just move on. You loved Minato. You still love him in spite of how long its been. And he loved you. It just wouldn't feel right to let go. Even if your hope of seeing him again has long since wanned. You still find yourself wandering back to Iwatodai and Tatsumi Port Island, sometimes. Walking familiar streets. Remembering outings with Minato. Dates snuck between all the other things keeping him busy.
It's like you can hear the call of your name in his voice, if you let your mind wander enough.
So it's reasonable you think you've imagined it, when you hear your name. Close your eyes and refuse to turn around. To face the empty reality. You've spent too much time getting your hopes up to see him again. And yet a hand carefully grasps your arm. Your eyes shoot open and land on him.
On Minato.
In front of you. Real, alive just like you knew he was. His hand is slightly cold, when it lowers to tightly grasp your own. You have so many questions. Where's and why's and how's. But all that you can manage is, "Minato?" Before the dam breaks.
Surprise and relief mix with all the pent up worry.
"Hi," he says, simply. As if no time has passed. Your vision blurs as tears well up. Youve missed him so, so much. "I'm sorry."
"I thought y- I'd never see you again!" Maybe you should be mad at the lack of answers, but you can't bring yourself to be when the person you love most has returned to you. Any other words you try to choke out are muffled when he pulls you closer.
Minato's arms wrap around you. So tightly you realize he hasn't seen you in just as long as you haven't seen him. You return the embrace. Cling to Minato as if you can hold him tight enough to make up for lost time. Or prevent this from ever happening again.
"I am so sorry." Minato's voice is soft, but rough from clear disuse. So achingly familiar despite that. Warm in a way so distinctly him. "It's okay. I'm here."
"You're here." Echoing the sentiment makes it feel more real. He's here. Minato is really here. In your arms. And while you still have so many questions, that's really all that matters.
One hand rubs up and down your back. A comforting motion. Minato tightens his hold on you. It'd be uncomfortable were you not doing the same. Clinging as tightly as possible.
"I love you," Minato says, just loudly enough to hear. You shift just enough to look at him and return the sentiment. He smiles at you, all warm comfort. "I won't leave you again."
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princekirijo · 7 months
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I just had a random thought and felt like I had to share with someone.
You remember in Persona 3, that one optional exchange when you talk to Ken about coffee and what you put in it? And you can joke and say you put hot sauce in there and Ken genuinely can't tell if you're joking or not and it kinda freaks him out?
Well, I was thinking about how I hope small things like that are kept in for P3R and then I thought: Minato strikes me as one of those really adventurous types of eaters. Not the ones who will actively search for new things to try, but the ones who see something weird put in front of them and go "... Eh, fuck it, I'll give it a try" so do you think he'd ever just actually put hot sauce in his coffee and drink it in front of Ken just to mess with him?
Don't ask me how my brain went to this, I have no idea.
Help this is actually so funny 😭 no because I know the exact dialogue option you're talking about and it's really cute and funny and I can TOTALLY see him doing that to mess with Ken.
How I'd imagine it going down is like: Ken comes down one morning and sees Minato making coffee. Minato sees Ken, sees his coffee and thinks "hmm. yeah". Then, while making eye contact with Ken the entire time, he reaches to the cupboard, pulls out the hot sauce, adds it to the coffee and takes a huge gulp without saying a single word. Swallows it down the hatch all while Ken is just standing there mouth open because like what would you say to that 💀
Then I can imagine either Minato actually sitting down and enjoying it OR he just slowly leaves the room doing his best to keep his composure until he walks into the bathroom and immediately gags because while the look on Ken's face was worth it... the taste probably wasn't 😭
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crest-of-gautier · 8 months
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i think it’s really funny that both of my blogs start with “cres.” is it annoying when i want to look at one blog and not the other? sometimes. but i think it’s hilarious, and life is better when you find many things to laugh at, me thinks.
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minhio22 · 4 months
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Something I'm forgetting
Narumiya Minato x reader
Happy birthday
This is me just randomly wanting to write and since minato shares a birthday the me why the heck not? I haven't written in a while so excuse me. Might write more but hit me up if u want me to write something??? Idk
You were waiting for Minato after school at the kyudo club. You were watching your boyfriend and his teamates practicing their shots. It really was a magnificent sight to behold. You always found tranquility watching kyudo especially if it was your boyfriend. His form was immaculate and everything he would take a shot it was as if the whole world had gone quite and a gentle breeze greeted you out of nowhere everytime.
Minato hadn't notice your presence yet but Seiya certainly had. He saw you staring which you yourself hadn't realise and grinned at you while giving you a nod when you finally snapped out of it. You could tell that you were flushing but the whole club was familiar with your antics especially Seiya concidering you had been childhood friends too. He walked up to you seeing as you were stuck standing at the entrance and he was about to leave.
"It's that special day today huh?" Seiya inquired. You nodded wordlessly letting out a small yeah. He only smiled as he ruffled your hair before leaving you. He really did like messing with your hair.
"Minato? Is something the matter?" You asked confused.
After a while you and Minato were walking side by side making your way to his house. You didn't live that far off and you had already told your parents that you were going over to his. You had something planned at his house seeming as it was his birthday today. The two of you were walking silently hand in hand when u suddenly felt his demeanour shift as he squeezed your hand a bit.
He just looked at you with a sheepish smile. "No it's nothing. I'm just happy that you're here with me." It was heartwarming to hear him say that but random however you decided to shrug it off.
"I'm glad that you're here too...." You replied softly.
You got to his house not long later but before Minato managed to get in you grabbed him by the arm and stopped him in his tracks. "Minato." You called out. You grabbed something out of your backpack and handded it to him. It wasn't much but it was a single purple flower. "Happy birthday." You mumbled shyly.
Minato seemed startled at first as his cheeks burn a bit by the sudden gesture but he smiled back as you placed the flower in your hand. "Thanks."
"I didn't know what to get you. I thiught maybe giving you a kiss or something but i felt like it isn't special enough. For spmeone like you. Who practically lit up my life from my childhood.... " You were practically rambling at that point. Minato suddenly got close up to your face and placed something in your hair. That stopped your thoughts in your tracks.
"There you look pretty..." Minato gave you a closed eyed smile as his face was still quite close to you. He had placed the flower you had given to him earlier in your hair. Your face definetly heated up as you started stammering. Minato just chuckled as he pushed you and gestured to you to go open the door of his house.
You did and you were beyond suprised to find out what was suprised. Everyone you knew was there shouting out happy birthday. This certainly wasn't your doing. You glanced at Minato and he grinned at you. You just stared at him confused.
"I thought so.... You forgot your own birthday didn't you?" Minato giggled when he said that. It certainly dawned on you that you forgot that you and Minato shared the same birthday and you were fussing about his birthday so much that you forgot.
"I maybe? Might've? Yes?" You answered. "Thanks Minato. You're the best." You gave him a tight hug, your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.
"Is it too late to ask for that burthday kiss?" Minato whispered in your ear.
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narrators-journal · 3 months
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Hi! I am a huge fan of your work! (Especially winter is a lovely season for romance and funerals; you really know how to make a guy cry!)
I wish there was more ryomina content out there, so would it be possible to write a pinning Makoto that’s in denial about his feelings for Ryoji (first love sorta vibes?!?!)? (Crushing on the popular guy?!?). He could have internalised homophobia or he could just straight up just be in denial, but I’ll leave that up to you!
Thank you for reading this request and I hope you have a wonderful day!
I’m so happy you enjoy my fanfic! WISRF is my baby rn, and I hope you don’t mind the super slow updates, I’m doing my best with it. In the meantime, I hope this holds you over, because! Oh my god, if you want more Ryomina content?? You came to the right lady!! I love these two with such an aggressive love. For example! When I finished this one, I had to click off of Tumblr so I didn’t post it too early. I ITCHED to post it. I don’t care if this is super polished, it’s not the fanfic. I can be a bit more lenient. I just wanted to have fun and enjoy the change of pace.
So! It’s a bit vague, but I went ahead and implied Minato’s a bit of a yandere for Ryoji as well as in denial.
Winter was probably Minato’s favorite season. The way the sunlight made blankets of snow sparkle like a sea of diamonds, the crispness of the air, the excuse to wear comfier clothes and stay under warm blankets, how peacefully quiet everything was due to the birds and animals either hibernating, hiding from the ice, or south for the season. It was all a blissful reprieve from the torturous heat of summer or the pollen-choked air of the spring months. Not to mention, Ryoji mochizuki had transferred to gekkoukan in those colder months.
Ryoji Mochizuki. Tall, around 5’11, with dark brown hair that was brushed back from his round, cheerful face as if his styling routine included putting his face in front of a high power fan. Paired with gorgeous blue eyes like two pools of the world’s most refreshing water, and it wasn’t a surprise that the charming trasnfer student had become Gekkoukan’s most popular student in the few weeks he’d been there. Which, was a feat, with how beloved Akihiko was. Yet, even with the fighter’s adorable, oblivious charms, when Ryoji had come to school, he’d taken the hearts of the student body like an expert phantom thief.
Or, well, at least, 99% of the student body adored the man. Minato Arisato was no stranger to charming playboys and their faux innocent, lovey-dovey antics, so Ryoji’s sugary magnetism was useless against the deadpan emo. No matter how soft those lovely sapphire eyes got when the brunette looked at him.
Or...that’s what Minato told himself each day when he heard one of his classmates whisper about some new facet of sex appeal the boy had. Irritation was what he claimed as the cause for how much he hated when he saw Ryoji out on a date with a classmate. Jealousy? No. Minato Arisato hated other people, they grated on his nerves without fail, so there was no way in hell he had any warm feelings that would stem something like jealousy. Right?
But, if that’s so, why does the mention of Ryoji going out on dates make you so aggressive? Orpheus asked, the epitome of that little voice in the back of your head that you fought to ignore. Although, does a crush really explain your feelings? What about how possessive you are of him? “Aren’t you cold, Funeral lily?” The words all but ripped the blue-haired teen away from his persona’s musings and brought him back to reality. The reality where Ryoji Mochizuki waited beside him for the train. Close enough for the shaggy-haired teen to smell how the various scents of food that had permeated the white dress shirt and black vest of his work uniform mingled with Ryoji’s peppermint-and-oleander-scented cologne. Which, meant he was too damned close. “I’m fine.” Minato said flatly before he stepped away to put a bit of distance between them. Some distance between himself and the irrational urge to brand the brunette’s cute ass. Yet, Ryoji didn’t seem to get that memo, because in the time it took the persona user to flick through a few of his songs, he became aware of the pretty boy’s body heat once again breath-tak- annoyinglyclose. “Personal space, Mochizuki.” “Are you sure? I didn’t see you grab a jacket after work tonight, and, I mean, it’s winter.” Ryoji pointed out. As if the midnight-haired teen hadn’t even spoken, and had somehow also missed the delicate flakes that drifted down from the darkened sky outside. “Yes I’m sure, and I don’t see youwith a coat either, so get off of my ass about it.” He snapped, yet when he looked back to glare at the teen who had stumbled into the shaggy-haired emo’s part time job, and just so happened to choose to work there as well, Ryoji’s blue eyes met his evil look with nothing but a warm sense of concern. The fact that the most popular boy in school had the absolute gall to look at him like that made Minato’s stomach churn. Though, that may have been caused by the swarm of butterflies he ignoring whenever he saw that addictive, sweet look.
Regardless of whatever confused feelings he harbored though, Ryoji still looked at him with undeniable softness in his gaze. A softness that Minato recognized from their first encounter outside of the very train station that they now stood in. A softness that drew Minato in like a warm hug in the chilled air of the winter night and blurred the prickly, hostile thoughts into simple white noise on that near-empty, slightly smelly boarding platform.
In fact, Minato had plenty of time while they waited for their train to notice just how soft Ryoji himself was. From that round face and dark, fluffy hair that looked feather-soft even before the blue-haired teen reached up to gently touch a stray strand that dared to fall into Ryoji’s sapphire eyes, to the warm body that he’d heard from the many girls was great to hold. And, that spark of jealousy was the dose of ice water that pulled Minato out of the trance he’d fallen into. So, the proximity of Ryoji’s face to his crashed down like a precariously balanced box at a sharp gust of wind and hit Minato right in the impulses. "Ah! Mina! What the hell?!” Ryoji yelped, his hand on his cheek as he stared at the midnight-haired emo who’d let those jealous, vicious urges slip just a bit. “I-I-I…” Sadly, when he tried to speak, shame choked the persona user worse than the stale, dank air of the dark hour, but he pushed the words out regardless. “I-I told you, personal space, god damn it! Listen!” “Motherfucker, you’rethe one who leaned in! I just met you in the middle!” Ryoji pointed out, but what was Minato to do? Confess to the jealousy he harbored towards all of the girls he heard talk about the brunette?
No. If he tried to explain the intricacies of his ‘jealousy’, he’d be forced to explain why the mere memory of his classmates harmlessly gossiping about Ryoji had driven him to sucker punch the man. He’d have to confront whatever those disgusting, squishy feelings were that Ryoji’s presence always seemed to dig up. And, the violent possessiveness that followed.
So, instead of doing any of that, Minato snarled, “I did not! Get your mind out of whatever pipedreams you have rattling around in that shallow ass head of yours.” And, while the look of hurt in Ryoji’s eyes stung, it stung far less than the humiliation of explaining himself. Especially since the train came along to rescue him from marinating in the kicked-puppy aura the captivating man gave off.
So, he simply ended the conversation with a huff, and put his music back on to drown out any other chance to converse.
Minato hated people. That included Ryoji Mochizuki as well.
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