#they relied so heavily on him that when he was injured he felt like he still had to play

[ventique18]

~ Malleus son hc feat. his parents (Malleus/Yuu♀️)

The adventures of Malleus II (the son) who lives with the reputation of being the second coming of his almighty father. He's got it all: a naturally handsome face, unparalleled brains, and strength that of a thousand men. He's so glorious that no one from his era could ever hope to get close to the ground he walks on.

... Except he's actually just a guy. A completely normal person. His IQ is average and he's just as strong as the next guy. What's unique about him though, is that he has terrifying luck.

His unblemished record of being crowned as the Spelldrive World Champion for 3 years straight? His opponents were just so intimidated by him that they fall off their brooms, injure themselves, and are rendered unable to fight. He's literally only used common fireball spells and a few gusts of wind here and there. For some reason though, the commentators would holler excitedly and announce to the entire world that the young Draconia only needs the most basic of spells to topple over the most gargantuan of opponents. SASUGA DRACONIA-OUJI! they would cry.

And those perfect grades that catapulted him to the top of National Exam Rankings? Those were his lucky letter-dice doing the hard work. He was so absorbed in his sculpting hobby the other week that he completely forgot to study-- only relying heavily on throwing the dice the very day of the exam and praying that he'd guess good enough to not get kicked out of school. And when he did pick out something he was quite sure was right, he was wrong. That was his only incorrect number.

Indeed, he's a sham. He would've felt guilty, but then again his parents actually know how he really is behind the ritz and glamor. His dad's so amused by it, in fact, that he never fails to show up to each and every one of his son's matches; a little to encourage the boy, but mostly because he finds it entertainment of the highest caliber to watch how his lucky son would outmatch his opponents in the oddest ways you could never have guessed.

And after every victorious match, every perfected exams, or even after dragging back a trophy from some out-of-the-blue pageant he got roped into, he would come home to table filled to the brim with his favorite meals. Which are mostly just some variations of dishes made of cream. An occasion he loves, by the way, considering he doesn't always get to enjoy cream because they're way above his daily nutritional quota.

"Wow, a congratulatory feast for my Spelldrive match?" He says as he plops down the chair in front of his parents' usual spots; not even bothering to take off his gear.

"No," His mom replies, "A celebratory feast for living the life you like to live."

He pauses; speechless. It does bother him sometimes, he's got to admit. He's a prince. He's supposed to act like one. He's not supposed to rely on some lucky dice or hope for others to get into unfortunate circumstances just so he'd win. He's supposed to read through every book in the library, swing a sword until his fingers bled, chant his spells until he's sore in the throat-- work hard every single day, just like his father did.

"What are you staring at us for?" His father laughs, "Eat up and finish fast. You still have not quite finished that project I gave you, did you? I want that gargoyle's wings twice as large."

He bursts into a laughter of his own and starts digging into his creamy carbonara. He still wants to work hard, yes, but maybe... Maybe it's not so bad enjoying his teenage life too.

Tomorrow... Yeah, tomorrow, he'll start chipping at that history book he hasn't opened since the start of the semester.

The dad, as if reading what's on his son's mind, simply chuckles and sneakily steals the tub of ice cream his wife was saving for dessert.

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #imaginary malleus baby

[kel-lance]

Yandere! Gojo x Reader Part 2

Ik part 1 was short, but the meats will be in the next part ;p

Here're the potatoes though

———————MDNI---------DDDR--------TW——————————

“You know I’m obsessed with you right?” Your senses were failing you. All you could do was hear first, then the physical feeling in your body shot back to you, causing you to throw up this mornings meal a foot away from where you were laying before. Your face stickier now with this mess, joining your tears and blood. You lay back down on the concrete floor, trying to catch your breath, praying he’ll give you a moment to breathe, but knowing him, this is almost his favorite part. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He crouched down to where you lay. 

“What the fuck was with the nicknames?”

He caresses your cheek as you breathe heavily, trying to regulate yourself from the pain. “Look at me (y/n).” Ge grabs your chin and picks it up, raising you with his two fingers.

Your vision’s blurry as you don’t throw up easily, your whole body is burning and your limbs are numb from being locked up from his previous heimlich’s. You were exhausted, pissed even but not injured bad enough to stop this week’s missions. No, nothing can stop you from completing one. Your streak is strong, they could rely on you, there was nothing more important than washing this guilt you paid to carry. But right now, you could care less about his power trip, his ego, just everything about him screamed entitled. 

He helps you sit yourself up, stomach on fire and head splitting open. Catching your breath, he holds your back for support, eating up the view in front of him. He’s obviously excited in so many ways, you thought he was actually smiling at you for a second. Not one of his “I’m that guy” “ME Me ME” “Look at this” any kind of attention seeking shit eating grin that he looked like he practice in the mirror for years. 

“That’s so odd, I’m having fun with a weakling. You, too, are nothing against me. But why does it feel so good when my hits land?” He raises his hand at causing you to at least close your eyes for contact, bracing for your brain to shake against your skull with his infamous one handed knock outs, but laughs at your reaction. 

“There’s always a bored feeling, like the action was a responsibility for me. I have to hurt the weak to protect the weaker. I don’t get breaks. I don’t get release. Won’t you help me out, (y/n)?” He shoved his two fingers down your throat to help you get an answer out.

“When you’re done, make sure to clean me up.” You gagged. You knew he hated you. He wanted to know everything about you his first year here. While you were climbing the ranks, he watched and studied you. Not like he’d have to put in much effort into schooling anyway, he was a prodigy after all. 

Yet since the tragedy in your first year, you’ve become a completely different person. Your team is still on you about it, rather your new team keeps trying to understand you, know you, see you, hear you, but you’re not going to let more people get hurt. You’d rather they hate you than let them die (fr) of a little mystery. 

Gojo stopped shoving his fingers into your mouth, not caring if his nails scratch all around before. “Woah, senpai, you’re letting me go there?” 

He holds onto your shoulder for support to stand and sighed. “Rest up then~” Before you could read his body, his fist collided with the side of your head. Your ear felt like it exploded. Your vision went black again.

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“How much longer are you gonna sleep?” You feel a heaviness on your side as you laid on your back.

“Fuck.” You were still with Gojo. The pain seemed to have subsided greatly but that won’t help the confusion from blacking out twice.

“Where are we?” 

“This is my house! Welcome!” Gojo presses his weight on you as he leans closer to you, looking a mixed of relieved and excited. It definitely made your stomach turn.. 

He helps you sit up and you look around, just imagine the “most generic modern house for a high schooler”, it’s just insane. Large living room with skylights, connected to the kitchen, dining room, main hallway, leading to the maze you know it took to get you to this couch. “Dude, what-“

“Don’t call me that.” You turn your head and his welcoming smile before became just a cold look. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. He turns his entire body towards you and leans forward, both his large arms are hugging your sides but your back hurt from all the weight. 

“…Gojo.” 

“You’re breaking my heart, doll.” He sighs like you should’ve know better. “I’m over here giving you every name in the book and you just have dude? Bro?” He leans in further, threatening to break your back, slowly adding more power to his new found squeeze on your wrists. “Try again.” 

This is terribly embarrassing, maybe it’s best he chose somewhere more private to talk. “Satoru…” You were trying your best, what else would you call someone you barely knew? You should really try asking him that.

“That’s better.” He smiles but his eyes stay the same. “It’s not enough,” He hooks and grabs the hair at the back of your head, pulling you to face him, “Try… it… again.” 

He’s shaking, harder than you, trying so hard to contain himself. You could feel his dark aura grew thick and potent, his grip on your wrist was so close to snapping, you swallowed your pride in the name of your next mission. 

“Since this is our first time officially meeting,” This was embarrassing as is, but will you go against or play along? “I’ll call you Sa-san.” 

He blinks like he refreshed. “It’s something. Original compared to my ex girlfriends’ pet names.” He looked away like he was trying to remember which was his favorite, and pondered if yours was better. “I like it.” 

“…Why do you need to bringing them up?” You lean back into him now, making yourself small under him, testing out the power dynamic. Did he really want you like he said? Would that create an opportunity for you? Hopefully. No sane person would actually be happy and enjoy being kidnapped by the most handsome, rich, powerful, popular guy at school.

His eyes matched his smile. “You’re so cute, are you jealous?” He lets go of your wrist and hugs you tighter, shaking you side to side excitedly. 

“No, I just don’t get the thought process. I still barely understand what’s going on right now and why you’re being like this.” 

You realized right now there’s no point. They’re not going to expel him for kidnapping, and it’s not like anyone else would want to speak up with you and go against the Gojo’s. They have people who love and would defend them, put their own lives at risk just to get a bit of their attention, even if you got out of this house, he could give one simple order and have the hounds search and feast on your remains. People born in power disgusted you, it wasn’t fair.

His playful demeanor once again goes as fast as it arrived. “Are you fucking hard of hearing or do you not care?” He put his chin on one side of your neck as he tugged your ear on the other. “Have you not been listening to me this entire time?” 

You wince from the pain but look away from him. “It’s not like you’re not serious.”

“And why would you think that?” He pulled your ear harder and moved his hand tot he back of your head, balling up your hair to make you face to face. “What? That a nobody like you would be wanted so badly by someone like me?” You were getting so annoyed with the sudden mood changes. 

Sure, your cursed technique was adaption, a form of Reversed cursed technique, but this wasn’t an enemy others were calling you to exorcize. Instead this demon saw and latched itself onto you. An embodied curse of a certain feeling. 

“More like you get to do whatever you want and I’ve been avoiding that warpath, I have my own plans.” He could never understand the life you lived. Much less have so much fun toying with someone who wasn’t interested it was fine because you could handle it.

“But I want you, so you’re mine.” 

What logic- that just pissed you off.

“I don’t need this,” You break forward, away from him. “I don’t need you and I sure as hell got to be the top student at JJH by myself, not because I was just born with rare powers or good looks or the apathy you need to survive in this world, I”m done.” You use your shoulders to loosen his playful hold.  “Do you know how stupid you look when you go around acting like that?” 

You’ve snapped. “I’ve seen how you are and hear you, but it’s embarrassing.” This is how you’re gonna get the upper hand now, if those feelings were real then would be able to flow your way out of this and then run or kill him. No one gets this far with Satoru, maybe he’s just having a breakdown. Being the strongest would definitely be difficult… if he had a heart. 

Shit. “Maybe he’ll realize what he’s doing,” The small voice in your head was trying to calm you down with excuses, it was always something that made you go easy on your opponents. You had heart for them and want to hear them out til the end, even in an evil way sometimes when they’re just that terrible, but that doesn’t seem likely now. 

“I was right about you. You’re perfect.” 

You were about to register for your body to move, your legs should have started running but he was just so fast. One hand pinning down your shoulder, the other feeling down your side, squeezing almost like his fingers were tasting your skin. He finds your neck. 

First biting harshly, then kissing and licking each mark hungrily. His hold on your arms to your own chest has your breathing labored. You felt so much as your breathing stayed limited, not wanting to test him in this position. 

Gojo moves you onto his lap now, you can already feel his heartbeat on every surface you touched. With bored eyes you let him do what he wants as you’ve lived through worse, 

“So good~.” He was trying to eat you you swear, your skin now decorated with marks wherever Sa-san could reach. He was marking you, literally. You don’t even know what to do after. If things aren’t too bad, you’ll be going straight to Geto and Nanami after this. You thought about it a bit more and might have to rethink that since Shoko must’ve been the one to clean you up. 

You have to decide now, play along to get to your mission faster? Or will there be no option to leave after this? You’ll just have to put him to sleep to see. 

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #anime #jujutsu gojo #jjk x you #tw #tw dark content jjk #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #satoru #satoru gojo #taaotjjk #taaottw

[earlgarden-archived]

hello! I was the one that requested the Jumin x Elegant!reader fic. And I'm here to request again :). This time, can I get a MHA characters (any) x a reader that is similar to Shinobu Kocho. I know you've already done a Childe x Shinobu!reader before, and I'm sorry if you're getting tired of this. Also, the reader has a quirk similar to insect breathing. You can ignore this if you want.

MHA boys x Shinobu!reader (again)

Outline: MHA boys with a Shinobu-like s/o

Characters: Todoroki Shoto, Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku

Warnings: this is long 😅 And might be a bit ooc

You don't need to apologise! I actually enjoy writing Shinobu!reader, so you're definitely not bothering. However, I'm trying not to be too repetitive right now, so try and not request the same stuff!

(old post)

Todoroki Shoto

- Aren't you two just Giyuu and Shinobu?

- At first, Todoroki found you rather annoying. You seemed like you weren't taking things seriously, which contrasted to his rather competitive nature.

- But he was actually quite surprised with your abilities. You were super fast, so fast that you could even keep up with Iida.

- Although you weren't that strong, you were able to make up your lack of strength with your fast reflexes and attacks.

- He was also rather intimidated by how dangerous your quirk could be (since you can literally kill someone with your poison).

- For the first time in a while, he felt a bit scared when fighting you in the sports festival. But thankfully, he kept his calm demeanor without you noticing.

- (You can decide if you win or not) you were, admittedly, a very tough opponent. You were fast, has amazing reflexes, and he noticed you relied heavily on your acrobatic movements to dodge most of his movements. He found them quite mesmerizing.

- When you two were teamed up with eachother, he realized just how smart you were. You listened to his instructions, and executed them perfectly. But when things go off track, you would quickly think of something to do (not sure if Shinobu is actually like this). When he got injured, you would immediately come pick him up, and heal him until he felt back to normal. You were basically the best ally to have.

- He started talking to you more often, which lead to him liking your presence, you were an overall cheerful person, and you also helped him to make more friends.

- He began catching feelings for you, despite you being a threat to his goal of becoming Number 1.

- One night, you both happened to run into eachother outside the dorm area, where you both sat down at a nearby bench.

- You two had a small conversation, with you teasing him a bit. However, at some point, you both stopped talking and started staring at the moon. That's when you said, "The moon is beautiful isn't it?"

- Shoto widened his eyes, quickly realising what you mean (if you don't know, "the moon is beautiful isn't it?" is a poetic way to say " I love you" in Japanese.)

- He quickly thinks how most people respond to this indirect confession, "I can die happy" (which is a way on saying "I love you too" according to Wikihow)

- You two look at eachother, not really knowing what to say next. (Now, you decide what you two say!)

- After both confessing your feelings, you start to get more open about yourself, since you've always been super mysterious.

- On another night, he randomly found you on top of the roof of the dorm, you seemed like you were sad. So he (somehow) climbed up to the roof, and sat next to you. And then you both had a talk on being a hero, and protecting everyone. You had a rather sad look on your face, which you tried to cover up with a smile.

- He wanted to ask you what happened, but thought it was better to leave you alone.

- until, you started tearing up a bit in the middle of the conversation. Todoroki knew that he had to ask so he could comfort you.

- You started talking about your hatred towards villains/demons, especially the one that killed your sister. As well, you said you really missed your family, and that you wanted to avenge them. (Fun fact: this is inspired by the scene where Shinobu and Tanjiro are talking on the roof)

- He felt bad for you, your entire childhood was basically surrounded by death, you must be so traumatized.

- He was also rather surprised that your cheerful personality wasn't even your actual personality. But was actually based off of your dead sister.

- After your talk, you came back to class with your usual personality, and basically acted as if nothing even happened. Now, he tends to be more nicer to you.

- Helping with your training, helping you with homework, making food for you, etc.

- He also gave you the pet name: Butterfly

Bakugo Katsuki

- Similar to Todoroki, Bakugo found you rather annoying. You always seemed to tease him the most, and when he tried to scare you off, you didn't even flinch.

- Your teasing slowly started to become insults. (Of course, you weren't that mean. You were just amused by his angry reaction.)

- Literally everyone had to calm him down whenever you two would have your little disputes.

- Whenever you fought him, he would have a hard time, because of how fast you were. However, he knew he would win you in a strength contest, as long as he could just punch you really hard, you would be sent flying.

- When teamed up with him, you would always tease him with how "slow" he was (you were just too fast), he would get really angry with you.

- "Is that the fastest you can run, Bakugo?"

- "DIEEE"

- Although he denies it, Bakugo starts catching feelings for you. But he doesn't acknowledge these feelings, thinking it'll go away soon.

- It doesn't.

- (I'm too lazy to write this, but basically you do the same confession you did with Todoroki to Bakugo, you know, the "the moon is beautiful isn't it?" thing.)

- Bakugo at first, doesn't really get it. But right as he was about to continue the conversation you guys had before, he realises.

- It takes him a while to accumulate a response, since he's been trying to deny his feelings for a long time. He knows that he shares the same feelings, but he doesn't want to say it. Love should be the least of his concerns, he's still trying to reach Number 1, how can he be this bothered by love instead?

- But after thinking for a while, he suddenly hears your voice

- "hello? Earth to Bakugo?"

- He then snaps back to reality, seeing your adorable face looking at him with a small smile on your face. He sighs, and decides to tell the truth.

- Turning away, he says, "Tch, I like you too idiot."

- (You decide how this ends!)

- After confessing, Bakugo goes easier on you, but only a little. After all, he's still trying to become Number 1!

- One day, everyone was eating dinner, when Bakugo noticed you weren't there. So he went outside to look for you, he found you on top of the roof of the dorm.

- He was annoyed and screamed at you to get down and eat dinner. He noticed that you looked rather sad, but he thought to ask you later.

- You came down, (more like fly down) and you began to become a little teary eyed. Not wanting to see you sad, he asked what happened. You just simply said that you missed your family.

- Bakugo asked what happened to your family, but he already knows what likely happened.

- You started ranting about the death of your family, and expressed your anger regarding a villain/demon that killed your sister.

- You also talked about how this wasn't even your actual personality, and that you only acted like this was because you wanted to be like your sister. (Fun fact: this is inspired by the scene where Shinobu and Tanjiro are talking on the roof)

- He was quite shocked, but remained silent to let you rant in peace. He had no idea that you used to act similarly to him (but I mean, no one would've known)

- His attitude towards you doesn't really change afterwards, but now, he respects you a lot more now. Knowing what you've been through, and seeing your determination to avenge your sister. But of course, he will still become Number 1!

Midoriya Izuku

- He admired your abilities right from the beginning.

- You were so strong and agile. Well, you weren't actually strong. He learnt that you didn't really have the power to punch someone really hard (she probably isn't like that in Demon Slayer, but because in MHA they don't really use swords, I'm just gonna say you lack strength in your arms) so he noted that down as one of your weaknesses.

- He has a lot of things he needs to be careful of, knowing how smart and agile you were, he needed to be extremely cautious if he wanted to win.

- You tend to fluster him a lot, by complimenting and teasing him, you can easily make him blush.

- When you teamed up with him, he was mesmerized by your acrobatic movements, and the fact that you kinda were flying. He was so glad that you also was good at medical things. So sometimes you would heal him quickly so he could get back on his feet.

- He admires you from a far while you're practicing, thinking that he's watching to see how fast you can move, but he's actually just admiring how pretty you were.

- (basically the same thing as the other confessions)

- Midoriya doesn't get it at first, and even says "I guess it does?" He was kinda confused on why you randomly said that, but he tried to see what was to beautiful about the moon.

- Meanwhile you're laughing at his cluelessness.

- "That's not what I mean Midoriya."

- Hes still confused "Huh? Then what do you mean?"

- After watching you giggle for a while, he suddenly remembers. You just indirectly confessed to him!?

- His face is now entirely red, as he struggles to respond to your indirect confession.

- You once again, laugh at his red face, it seemed like you enjoyed yourself.

- Eventually he responds by saying, "It's true isn't it?" (It's a way on hinting that you share the same feelings).

- Now every class 1a student notices how flustered he became whenever you teased him by saying that the moon was beautiful. Not many people understood, but a few did.

- One day, he found you sitting on the roof top, your usual smile gone. He was concerned, so he (SOMEHOW) got up to the roof and asked what's wrong.

- You started confessing about everything you had experienced in the past, with tears in your eyes. (Fun fact: this is inspired by the scene where Shinobu and Tanjiro are talking on the roof)

- He was very surprised, he also felt a lot of sympathy towards you. You lost all of your family, meaning you must've been so lonely.

- He reassures you that he would be there for you, and that you can tell him anything. Of course, you thanked him, and said that you would be more open to him more.

Thank you for requesting! And thank you for reading! (Wow, that's a lot of hashtags...)

#mha #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #shinobu kocho #kocho shinobu #demon slayer shinobu #kimetsu shinobu

[lustrous-dawn]

Some years ago-

The Ho-oh gazed into the pale dawn sunlight, a crisp morning breeze brushing over his form, chasing the chill away. He sat in the small pavilion on the outskirts of Bell Tower, grateful for the lack of foot traffic. 

He needed the quiet time to think this over. 

Zhen rubbed at his wrist, but he couldn't rub away the feeling. The memory of the contact burned.

Dammit…

Have a nice sleep. Gods he could have phased it any better than that. He hadn't meant to sound so glum. 

Yet it hurt, it hurt to see that smile being the last sight he would see for some time to come.

And now the weight of watching Johto, in his lonesome, weighed heavily on the Ho-oh's shoulders, slumping. 

"I'm ready for this…!" He tried to pump himself up, making a small cheer. It was only a couple of years. What could happen? He faltered. "Who the hell am I kidding…" He couldn't always rely on his friend to bail him out. Zhen's confidence waned as he rubbed his face. 

Then small footsteps edging closer alerted him to another presence. His gaze shifted forward, his posture growing tense. 

The young shrine maiden approached from the pathway, recognition flickering in his gaze, his frame relaxing. 

"Nara," he said in greeting, her face alighting with a soft smile. 

Nara stood at the small entrance of the pavilion, beneath the cherry blossom that bloomed a blush peach that colored the clear water of the pond nearby. Gently plucking the petals from her rose hair, she quietly stepped inside, Zhen quickly shuffling to allow her to sit beside him.

He never minded her. In the short time he had known her, he knew he could trust her quiet company. Pen and paper in hand, she silently gestured towards him, her golden gaze light, her smile never receding. 

"Are you alright?" She motioned with her hands.

"Peachy," he said with a grin. And just like that, the pair fell into a quiet conversation, her frame quivering as she laughed. She wrote about her previous day, the small Swablu nestled against her collarbone. As the Shrine maiden, she tended to several duties within the Tower. He rarely saw her as it was but he knew she was diligently at work, taking her job seriously.

"Is Piko doing well?" He asked, the Swablu perking up at its name being spoken. With a small chirp, it flew, rubbing its head against his cheek excitedly. "Haha! I missed you too, little guy!" 

"Piko is doing well, thanks to you that is."

"I did nothing special," he scoffed. When she handed him the injured Swablu months ago, her face was frantic, filled with worry, he knew naught what to do. He merely looked after it, tending to it every moment he could. 

Her brows furrowed at that but she didn't press any further. Instead, she wrote, "How are the monks?"

Zhen scowled, anger rising in his voice. "The same as always." Flinching at his silhouette, they quickly round the corners and disappear from his sight. 

"I just want someone to treat me like normal." Zhen made a frustrated sound, the anger slowly ebbing away from his voice. "For Gods' sake, I may be a god but I'm not going to kill you just for expressing your opinion. They cower before me. It's fear, not respect." 

He dared a small glance towards the woman sitting by his side. She didn't fear him. She calmly sat, hands in her lap, her eyes looking attentively at him. It was the first time in ages, outside of Ginjiro that is, that he felt he was heard and listened to. It was strange. 

"Your peers then?" 

"Most of them have sticks up their asses," he complained. It was suffocating to remain in their presence for long. The Ho-oh felt out of place and quietly dismissed himself before hearing much further. He didn't believe in causing fear to get desired results. They called it effective. 

They couldn't be all the more wrong. 

"I see you." 

"That's-"

"Ginjiro sees you. Not because of your status. Not because you're pretty," she wrote, ignoring his sudden glare at the word pretty. "He sees what it is inside, Zhen. We" -she places down her pencil, slowly motioning toward her eyes, her fingers pointing towards him, his chest- "see you." 

Zhen fell into silence, allowing those words to sink in. He could imagine his friend ribbing him for having such a sorry look on his face now. His friend, who was now in a deep state of slumber. 

I feel… 

His gaze became vacant. 

Nara began to write furiously. Glancing down, he saw, "They are stupid beings. You try so hard for them and yet they still do not see the light that is in front of them." 

Stupid? 

He chuckled. "There are stupids in a stupid world," Zhen laughed. "They're not my people. I don't care about them. Now, do you want to get something?" Zhen rose to stand, the sun warm against his back, a smile flirting across his lips. "It'll be my treat~" He extended his hand.

Nara sighed. She couldn't help but feel worried. The shadows in the depths of his eyes. But she quietly placed her hand in his. "Let's."

#Zhen #Zhen Ho-oh #Nara Latias #Nara #Plot #Memories of the Past #*

[leggerefiore]

There’s an earthquake in Nimbasa City and feels so hard at the train station. The Subway Bosses try to get everyone safe, but they realized their pregnant S/O (that is about to give birth any minute) was visiting and spot them in the crowd… Can we see their reaction individually?? (Can we get one with Emin too?.) any fluff is okay 🖤🤍🖤🤍

mmm going to do this post a bit weird because I'll want to tag it, so Emin will be in a reblog lol

The tremors were felt heavily through the entire station, hanging lights above swung and items on top of the shelves and their desks fell off. They were quick to rush to their feet, readying to activate the safety protocols in the case of an earthquake. Ingo hopped on the PA system to give instructions, while Emmet rushed out to try to make sure people were actually following through with them around the station. Ingo joined him after the announcement had been issues a few times by him, before switching it over to a depot agent. Joining his brother, it seemed the worst of it had passed. They wandered around to check on people and direct them to either medical services if they were injured or where more formal authorities were.

▲Ingo▼

● It was a complete shock to his system when he spotted you, heavy with his child, crouched with your hands over your head. There was nowhere for you to get under cover, so you relied on a more generic position. He rushes to your side and helps you up. Instinctually, his hand presses to your belly, the child inside giving some kicks. You press yourself into him, with soft cries leaving you. His arms come around you, and he presses a kiss to your temple.

● “Come on, dear, you need to visit the medical services…” he just led you away, to which you followed, clinging to him tightly. “Why were you here? You're much too close to the due date to be wandering around like this,” Ingo chided you lightly. You sniffled and shook your head, “I-I made you lunch, and I wanted to see you. I was feeling lonely.” Ingo felt bad for scolding you now. “I see… Well, I'm sorry for treating you like that,” he apologised, “Let's make sure that they're all right in there, then you can head home.”

● Ingo realised you weren't going anywhere without him, as you refuse to see the medical services without him joining you. Emmet assured him he had it covered and to take care of you. He also said a polite greeting to his unborn nibling before running off. You looked smug at him, but he sighed. Everything was okay with you and the baby, so both of you were fine to go back home. The earthquake barely caused any damage, admittedly, and just held more of an effect as they were underground.

● Back at home, you both changed into cleaner, more comfortable clothing and cuddled on the couch. Ingo wrapped around you from behind, hand rubbing your belly with a slight daze in his eyes. You barely held back your laugh. The Subway Boss's dreams of a family were so close to realisation. A hum came through his chest and lulled you into a nap. You were safe, now, in the arms of your husband.

▽Emmet△

○ He was so close to screaming when he spotted you under a desk with a receptionist. Apparently the girl had spotted you, pregnant with twins, and rushed you under her desk. You actually cried when you saw Emmet, running into his arms and burying yourself into his chest. The receptionist gasped while Emmet flashed her a kind smile. He rubbed at your back while cooing and hushing you.

○ “Darling! You need to go to the medical services! What if the twins were hurt? You're verrry close to the due date,” he begged, while you refused to let him go. You had baked him a cake and were bringing it to him when all this happened. Terror had rushed throughout your system, so you refuse to be alone without him again. “Go with me, Em…” you pleaded softly, nuzzling your face to his shoulder, “I'm scared… Please.”

○ He couldn't say no. You were carefully looked over by the emergency medical services, who deemed everything was all right with you. Emmet let out an unconsciously held breath and teared up a little. His twins were fine; you were fine. Both of his loves were still going to be in his life. Ingo told Emmet to leave, seeing how panicked you both were before continuing to direct people. Your husband softly took you home.

○ When you were finally home, Emmet refused to let his hands leave you. In some way, physical touch always connected you both. Even while changing, he managed to keep a hand on you. Of course, while you were shirtless, he knelt down to press many, many kisses on your baby bump. A few words of love were spoken before he looked adoringly at you. Metaphorical hearts in those shining seas of silver. The rest of the day was spent cuddling and resting. You sighed as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and handed you dinner. He cursed you with twins, but it was what he always wanted. (He specifically said he told Ingo he would have identical twin girls. They have $20 on whoever would be correct.)

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Ophelia Species: Nymph (Hesperide) Occupation: Barback at The Mushroom Circle Age: 23 Years Old Played By: Elliott Face Claim: Erana James

"Everyone’s a fucking self-serving liar in this town."

TW: Parental death

Ophelia lived on a knife’s edge, she and her mother prepared to pick up and run at a moment’s notice. They were pursued by a relentless warden for the first few years of her life, and even the decade they spent in Mexico felt a lot more temporary than it was, instilling a rigid paranoia in her mother and putting her on edge around others, always careful with her words, unsure who might take them back to the man who had been looking for them. It did make her curious, though, and the more time passed without so much as a whisper of him, the more she wanted to know who he was, why he hunted them so, and if he couldn’t be reasoned with. Everyone could be reasoned with, she thought. Everyone could see the light, if they were shown the way.

But then he was back, his associate showing up at their home and scaring them off again, driving them north. It wasn’t until they found an aos sí, Hemlock Ridge, that took them in that Ophelia and her mother finally felt safe, and they settled in the mountains near a Maine town for a while without incident. Life was good, and Ophelia’s mother finally started to relax a bit. Ophelia made trips down into town to better familiarize herself with the culture of this part of north America, learning quickly and finding that she loved all the amenities they lacked up in the mountains. For a while, she was toying with the idea of getting her own place in town, but her mother was very against it. 

And then he showed up again, her estranged father, and they felt the fear of his close proximity once more. Her mother wanted to run, but Ophelia begged her to stay, insisting that they were safe in the aos sí… and this would be her chance, wouldn’t it? To confront him and get him to stop hunting them. She could show him the light. 

It worked, albeit slowly. She had to rely heavily on his brother to get through to him, but he seemed to come around to her point of view and even agreed to spend more time with her, to get to know the family he’d never known. Her mother was furious when she found out, but Ophelia was able to eventually convince her that it was safe. 

How wrong she was.

After her father showed up at the aos sí, gravely injured and half-dead, she and her mother took him in and helped him regain his health. Not everyone in the fae community agreed with this decision, and some thought it was too dangerous to have a warden living among them, even if he’d been severely handicapped by his injuries. They never trusted him to not turn on them. One morning, Ophelia found her mother dead, her father missing, and a note left behind by those unhappy fae saying that they had decided to take care of the problem themselves. Ophelia had her entire family ripped from her hands in one fell swoop, by fae, and there was a seething hatred in her heart as she abandoned the community to find the ones that had taken her father and killed her mother. 

She’s moved into town like she always wanted, though it now lacks the joy and freedom it could have once had. She also got a job at a fae bar, putting her ear to the ground to see if anyone else in the town has heard anything about the group of missing mountain fae and the one-legged warden that is their prisoner. She won’t rest until she finds them and kills them herself, and since they haven’t yet returned to Hemlock Ridge, her search continues. If there happens to be any other fae she meets along the way doing equally abhorrent things, well… the girl’s got a taste for justice.

Character Facts:

Personality: Headstrong, passionate, defensive, stalwart, ornery, attentive, short-fused

Ophelia is the now-known daughter of Everett Tangaroa in relevant circles. This can set some fae against her, fae that were wronged by the old warden, and it can encourage some hunters to treat her more like an equal. Though the warden’s whereabouts are currently unknown, that’s not much of a change from the norm, so she’s been able to use this connection to her advantage to get out of a few sticky situations.

She has several hand-to-hand weapons that she inherited from her father, and even though iron will burn her if she handles it incorrectly, she still keeps an iron knife on her at all times. 

She lives in a tiny studio apartment above Tinkerbells & Whistles on Amity Road. It doesn’t get very much light so she doesn’t like staying there often, and can sometimes be found on the roof of the building during the day, trying to absorb as much of the sun’s rays as she can.

Ophelia has become just as paranoid as her parents were, slow to trust and quick to violent anger. Still, she does try to talk her way out of situations when she can, and she’s not above making stupid snap decisions.

Despite being a nymph and therefore intrinsically connected to nature, this hesperide has an unusual dislike of most animals that are kept as pets. Cats are probably evil, dogs need too much attention, and everything else is just pointless to keep around. They should be in the wild, anyway. 

#erana james #parental death tw #retired

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Destiel Month, 1 Nov.: First

"This isn't the first time I've needed stitches and it won't be the last, probably, unfortunately – but I need you to know I wasn't being reckless or, jesus, suicidal...”

deancas, established relationship, human cas

In attempting to tiptoe into the room, Cas misjudged the clearance needed. The loud thwack wasn't accompanied by a groan of agony only because he held both it and the accompanying breath between his teeth.

Dean was awake already. Cas sighed inwardly and moved to the bed.

"I know what you're going to say," Dean started. His voice had a rusty, raspy sound of misuse. Cas still found it relieving. "And you're right."

Before Cas could ask the reasonable question, Right about what? Dean continued, "I was being stupid, but not in the way you think."

Cas opened his mouth and closed it again. His toe had gone numb.

Dean picked at the blanket. "I didn't mean to take a big risk, is the thing." He winced as he moved his heavily bandaged leg just a bit. "I wasn't – repeat, was not – trying to be a hero. I didn't know the missing lady was trapped in that basement, a, and b, I especially didn't know the stairs were going to collapse like that."

He made a pained face as he scratched around the perimeter of the bandage with a fingernail. "This isn't the first time I've needed stitches and it won't be the last, probably, unfortunately – but I need you to know I wasn't being reckless or, jesus, suicidal. Already got that thinly veiled lecture from Sam and I know you two gossip, so any repeat is not necessary; one's enough."

His eyes softened as he looked at Cas. Cas wondered if this was his chance to say something. 

No! Dean began again with, "In the past, I swear I wasn't relying on you to heal me – you weren't always available, for one thing. But I'll admit sometimes I was maybe more careless than I would've been before we met. Emphasis on maybe, 'cause gettin' hurt sucks even if it only lasts for a few minutes and the family business is what it is." His smile was small and steady. Intimate. "I need you to know I'm always gonna try to come home in one piece, same way you're trying. Bein' human is hard and hunting's a hard job; doesn't mean either of us is gonna be taken out by tripping over our bootlaces or falling on a rusty nail."

Dean finally paused long enough that Cas felt like he had permission to speak.

"Thank you for saying that." Cas sat down beside him on the mattress. "I am sorry you got injured, and sorry I couldn't fix it." He brushed a lock of Dean's hair back from his forehead.

Dean leaned forward and tucked his head against Cas's collarbone. "Please don't be mad at me," he whispered. "My leg's gonna be just fine in a couple of weeks."

Cas pushed him up gently. "I know. I'm not mad at you."

"You looked pretty damn mad when you came in the room," Dean said, sounding wholly unconvinced of Cas's lack of anger. 

Cas thought for a moment. "I stubbed my toe on the doorframe right as I walked in."

Dean's eyes widened.

"What? It hurt," Cas grouched.

Dean's face crumpled into laughter and he slumped back onto the pillows again. "Well, I'm sorry about your foot, then."

"Thank you," Cas said with as much dignity as he could muster. He noticed Dean gazing downright dreamily at him. "Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"You took the pain pill Sam gave you?"

Dean nodded, and Cas revised his assessment of Dean's eyes from soft to glistening – green and very glazed. 

"Good," Cas said. "That should help you sleep for a few hours." He smiled a little because he was being smiled at a little.

"You're my best friend and I'm in love with you." Dean's crackly voice was full of awe. "I'm your best friend and you're in love with me," he declared with an equal amount of conviction.

Cas nodded and pulled the blanket up to Dean's chin. "You should take a nap now."

"Mmm." Dean's eyes fluttered shut. "You wanna stay and nap? It'll make your toe feel better."

He was asleep before the next breath. He wasn't wrong, though. Cas curled up beside him on the bed and, indeed, his foot already felt fine.

#destielmonth22 #deancas #destiel #spn #snippetfic #fic #destielmonth

[remmammie]

Can we maybe get a part 2 of Ventus reincarnation prompt pls?

It's been so long since I wrote the first part so I've had to go back and reread it haha! But I really appreciate the fact that someone liked it so much they wanted a second part!! I haven't been in the swing of writing full pieces for a bit and since there was no specification, I'm gonna do it as bullet points instead since I don't want to make you wait any longer.

Ventus x Reader Reincarnation!AU HCs (A Part 2 of Sorts)

After the initial shock of meeting you again, Ventus takes quite a while to recover. He knows it's you, he can feel it - your heart feels exactly the same as all those years ago and, though he can't remember much, he remembers you.

It's bizarre...looking at towards the soul of your lover and seeing a different face. Ventus is a sweet boy and he's not stickler for looks - he'll love his partner no matter what you look like! - but it's still really confusing for his own heart. It's been so long now that it doesn't really matter since it would be difficult to recognise your old form, anyway.

But Ventus is the same old Ventus with his rambunctious personality and gentle, innocent soul. He dives in for hugs whenever he feels like it and cradles your face in his hands, eager to gaze into your eyes and memorise every minute detail of your face so he never ever forgets you again.

He remembers your warmth from the day you parted ways a small while before the initial Keyblade War. In every hug, Ventus holds you perhaps a little tighter than he should, as if you'll slip through his fingers and he'll lose you again.

It's difficult for Ventus to think of things you can do together. All the things you used to do relied heavily on the other Keyblade Wielders and the landscape of Daybreak Town. Any of the old friends you had were now...gone...and the town you had once known had met a similar fate in a way. Still, you can pick the flowers in Radiant Garden and make gorgeous bouquets and flower crowns for one another, and he'll take you to The Land of Departure to partake in a big of the old Keyblade training.

Speaking of the Keyblade, Ventus isn't surprised to see that you've kept yours close by: he knows you would never abandon your thirst for justice and desire to protect the innocent - that's just the kind of noble person he fell in love with. Still, he feels a little bad when he gets carried away in training and knocks you off of your feet or injures you, even if you tell him that you're fine. Maybe thrash him once or twice yourself for good measure - you'll both be laughing by the end, I'm sure. Just like old times.

It might take a little while longer for Ventus to introduce you to Terra and Aqua. Your relationship is difficult to explain because then Ventus has to come forth with all these blurry memories about his past that he really can't actually remember outside of gut-feelings. Still, if Ven asks them not to ask, they won't: they love Ven regardless of anything to do with his mysterious past.

Aqua and Terra are very cautious at first. You're...a reincarnated version of his old lover? Hm. It might take some convincing. Terra and Aqua don't exactly have a good history with all the reincarnations of themselves and old enemies, etcetera, etcetera. If something must be reincarnated, it might be an opportunity for darkness to take a hold and neither of them can handle losing Ventus or one another again.

Ventus does his very very best to convince them alongside you. All the memories you share, fighting Heartless side by side, sharing meals in an old town filled with sunlight, and the many worlds you explored hand-in-hand. They warm up to you in the end. :D

Every new day beside you feels like a dream to Ventus. You're something so special in his life he felt like he would never get back, yet, here you are, holding his hands with the same warm smile.

#ventus x reader #kh ventus #kingdom hearts ventus #kh fanfiction #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts x reader #kh headcanons #kh x reader

[wat3rpillar]

Angst Injury RP Starter: Open to anybody

TW// Blood, Injuries

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

That's what he was told. That's what the crow said. It said three demons, not thirty.

But here he was, panting heavily and running like hell. He was holding a small child, a young girl, maybe around the age of seven.

Even over the not-so-distant noises of the hoard of demons catching up on him, he could hear her muffled sniffles and sobs. He had only just gotten there in time to save her life, unlike the rest of her family.

Apparently, they had been lured in, each of her seven other relatives dealt with one by one, in horrendous and torturous ways.

He shook his head, trying to shift his blood soaked bangs from his eyes, as well as the disdainful thoughts from his head. Now was not the time to think of these things.

This was already a task.

As he had arrived earlier, the demons had dived at him immediately. He had dealt with groups of demons solo before, but usually they split up. And when they did fight together, they usually had little-to-no coordination, often doing more harm than good.

But these demons were different. They moved with strategy. With purpose and knowledge. If he was in different situation, he would've called it a terrifyingly beautiful display of teamwork, reliance.

In all reality, he had, at least in his mind. And that was his slip up. He had been caught off guard for one moment, and it fucked him over entirely.

Two demons had rushed his right, while another had rushed him from behind. He had managed to kill the three with relative ease, but that left an opening. A forth had darted at him while his back was turned, tearing a chunk from his shoulder.

When he had turned to kill that one, another took a swift slice at his back, causing him to cough up, choking on a bit of his own blood.

Not even five minutes into the fight and he was heavily injured. Even for a Hashira, this was a lot. Not a solo mission in the slightest.

He was stupid to have accepted this mission in the first place. He knew his body was weak from the healing process.

So he did the only reasonable thing he could think of. He has swooped up the girl and ran.

And that was where he was now. He was tired, blood pouring from his wounds, only adding to the dizziness. But he couldn't let up, otherwise this girl would die too.

Despite how he told himself this, he could feel his pace begin to slow against his will, the wild, low groans of the demons roaring in his ears.

And then it happened. One of the faster demons sprinted forward with tremendous speed, cutting deeper into Giyuu's already wounded back.

He felt himself fall into a tumble, the young girl letting out a terrified shriek. He rolled, hitting his back against a large tree, the both of them falling to the ground.

The bloodied leaves made a crunch sound, shimmering in the moonlight, an almost peaceful image. Almost. The demons were swiftly approaching.

He couldn't tell the girl to run on without him. She would surely die. No. He frantically searched, feeling his heart almost leap when he spotted a safe, hollowed spot in a nearby tree.

He ushered her over, immediately getting into a defensive state.

They were here. All around him. Watching, waiting, hungry. There was no escape now. it was purely stay and fight.

So with a quick cough, spitting out some blood, he gave the moon an almost hopeful nod, more desperate for assistance than he had ever been in his lifetime.

He had a job to do, and it wasn't just his life relying on it.

#not great i know #if yyou answer pls try to be at least semi literate #kny rp #tw// blood

[holidaywishes]

I really hope this isn’t Freddie’s last season 😞😞😞

Same and I would love to say that they’re just taking precautions but I don’t think that’s the case.

I honestly think that he might get traded at the end of this season or acquired by Seattle but, even then, there’s no guarantee he starts and he might just wanna finish his career in a European league? 😔😔 but I’ve been wrong about these things like 90% of the time in the past 🤷‍♀️

#so who knows #I hope he’s able to continue and have like a full season #but let’s be real #they relied so heavily on him that when he was injured he felt like he still had to play #and then when he was the goalie for all the times they lost #while playing on an injury #the conclusion was ‘he’s not good anymore’ #I’m happy he’s healing #but I’m done with players playing on injuries #either by their own choice #or the teams #or their management #frederik andersen #nhl #hockey #tml #I just want him to be happy #and healthy

[amberbeach]

'EXHAUSTION'

gif belongs to me

Mentor Ji had mentioned that the Beetle Disk took tremendous symbol power to master. And while it was enough to cast doubts in his team's minds, Jayden was determined to train day and night until he succeeded.

You, however, could not let him burn himself out. And when you woke up in the middle of the night, alone, you knew he was outside. The flames of the fire were violent as you looked at the window, seeing the flames flickering outside.

You knew he was carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders, and after learning about Lauren one night when he was injured fighting Moogers back when he was fighting the battle solo, you realized just how much he had and tried to alleviate the pressure he placed on himself to be the perfect Red Ranger.

You stepped outside to find the flames were gone, the Fire Smasher on the ground, a few feet away from Jayden who was breathing heavily, holding his side as he grimaced in pain.

You rushed to his side, jumping down the stairs, kneeling beside him. Placing an arm around his back, you held his shoulder, another hand on his bicep as you helped him sit up. "You're going to burn out if you keep this up."

He closed his eyes, resting his head against your chest. "I have to...keep trying."

You looked down at the stubborn leader, unable to hold back the concerned tears in your eyes. "You can barely move."

As if to prove you wrong, Jayden hauled himself out of your embrace, swaying as he kneeled on the ground, forcing himself to get up and you knew then that nothing you could say would convince him to turn in for the night.

"I'm fine."

A scoff left your lips as you reached the Fire Smasher before him, fixing him with a disgruntled glare. And his blue eyes softened when he saw your tears.

"Here." You handed him the Fire Smasher that had reverted back to a Spin Sword.

Jayden held his side, his gaze following your every move as you walked away, sitting on the steps with your arms crossed. In the moonlight, he could see the tear tracks on your cheeks and the dirt on your sleepwear. There had been many nights like this over the past eighteen months you had been dating. Jayden strived to push his limits even when his body screamed for a break. And you would try to convince him to rest, failing every time and sit on the steps while he trained just to make sure he was okay.

The apology was on the tip of his tongue but Jayden held it in as he took a few steps away, spinning the Beetle Disk.

You had no intentions of watching him, directing your glare to the ground instead, but when you saw the flames, Jayden waving the Fire Smasher around twice before holding it in front of him, you felt three different emotions all at once. Fear. Awe. And unease as the fire raged so close to him.

Jayden felt the Fire Smasher transform seconds before he was blown backward and you raced towards him when he rolled across the ground.

"Jayden!" You turned him onto his back, looking down at him worriedly. "Jayden!" You combed his hair away from his eyes with your fingers, biting your lip as you looked at the Shiba house, or rather how far it was from where he was lying.

You relied on the adrenaline coursing through your body as you pulled him into the house, grimacing every time a floorboard creaked as you made it to his room.

After successfully getting him into bed, a feat in itself, you took off his boots and covered him with a blanket, resting for a moment. Your eyes flickered across his face, trying to wipe away the dirt on his cheek.

"Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?" You whispered.

Carefully, you laid down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. You wiped the fresh tears from your cheeks, curling up beside the exhausted Red Ranger. Falling asleep in the comfort of the gentle rise and fall of his chest that let you know he would be okay.

#jayden shiba #jayden shiba x reader #jayden shiba imagine #jayden shiba imagines #power rangers samurai #power rangers samurai imagine #power rangers samurai imagines

[manonblaqkbeak]

Midnight Cravings

so, i actually wrote most of this in july but never finished it and decided to fix it up for todays prompt bc i was feeling a lil lazy lol. and i think its one of my faves, especially the ending.

2.2k words

cw: none

enjoy!! :)

It was just past two in the morning and Aelin was wide awake. Not due to a mountain of paperwork, or a nightmare or one of her kids needing her. Aelin was wide awake because she was absolutely starving.

The type of starving it felt like she'd never eaten a day in her life. Like her stomach was going to eat itself.

Her stomach growled again, louder than before, and beside her, his voice muffled, Rowan asked, “Is that your stomach or the wind outside?”

“Shut up,” Aelin mumbled, as her stomach continued its song. Gods, why was she so hungry? She practically devoured the fruits in the fruit bowl just before bed, she had a healthy serving of dinner, and a large slice of chocolate torte for dessert.

But here she was, close to eating her damned pillow to sate her starvation.

Aelin glanced over towards her mate, his back to her, and she shuffled closer, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Rowan,” she started to say, but Rowan cut her off.

“I'm not going to the kitchens.”

She pouted, although he couldn't see her. “Please?” she knew that if she used her manners, then he would do just about anything.

But it didn't work. Not just yet. “There's some fruit in the bowl.”

“I ate them all.” He sighed heavily, knowing that he was losing this conversation. “Please? I am your mate, your wife, the mother of your children.”

Rowan snorted. “Really? I was starting to suspect that the three silver-haired children were Lorcan's.”

Her hunger nearly disappeared at the thought of that. “Don't be gross.” Reaching over, Aelin kissed the tip of his ear, smiling as he shuddered in pleasure as she nibbled on it. “Please?”

Rowan sighed heavily, knowing that he lost, and Aelin barely hid her smile. “I'll go,” he said. “But only if you join me.”

Her smile did disappear at that. “But the bed is so warm.”

“Exactly. If I have to leave it, so do you.”

“Fine,” she mumbled reluctantly, but quickly perked up, realising that she would be getting food. Rowan was a much better cook than her. Aelin used to have basic cooking skills, but with being Queen and then becoming a mother, she never cooked anymore and really had no need to; not with multiple cooks under the palace roof. She did try a few years ago as a treat for her family, but everything turned into a crisp and wasn't even suitable for the dogs in the kennels.

Scrambling out of bed, the Queen and King of Terrasen tied on their robes and put on their slippers. Aelin loved the sight of Rowan looking so domestic, it was ridiculous how much she loved it.

Since Isolde was only six months old and far too young to be left behind, Rowan put her in the wooden carrier to take with them into the kitchens, their movements silent as the grave as they transferred their youngest from her crib and into the crafty carrier—Isolde was the only one of their children that slept soundlessly through the night at such a young age, and loathed to be woken up. As Rowan did that, Aelin checked in on Alder in his room, their son a little over three years old, but he slept like a log and Aelin knew that he wouldn't wake up at any point when they were gone.

As they left their chambers, Aelin nearly ruined all their good work and almost woke up their other children when she bit out a curse at the sudden leg cramp that shot up her right calf. Rowan glanced at her, asking if she was okay, and after a moment she was, although she was left a little dazed at the suddenness of it all.

Aelin's legs had been cramping randomly of late, but she didn't notice anything of concern. If it continued, she would go to Magnolia and see if anything could be done about it. The last thing Aelin needed was to fall ill, she had far too many things to do with winter arriving in a few weeks. She did know that if anything was wrong with her, that she could rely on Rowan completely.

Aelin's stomach growled for the umpteenth time, the sound lasting for a good minute before it settled. Isolde fidgeted in her sleep, but did not wake.

“I think your stomach was just trying to talk to me.”

“It was,” Aelin agreed. “It said that we need to hurry the hell up or it's going to disintegrate.”

“We better do as it says then. It'd be cruel to subject Terrasen to a hungry Queen. No one should suffer as I do when you're starving.”

“You make me sound horrible.”

“You are,” he said, humour dancing in his dark eyes. “And not just when you're hungry.”

Aelin mumbled under her breath. Rowan decided to pretend not to hear her, even as he fought a smile.

After what felt like an eternity, they reached the kitchens, Rowan placing Isolde onto the counter closest to them. Aelin rushed towards the bowls of fruit, grabbing an apple and a pear, eating the fruits simultaneously. She missed the small, private smile Rowan gave her as he went to the pantry, asking her what she was in the mood for, one eye on their child. But still, she slept and Rowan for a moment, wished that all of their children had been like that, but knew that there was no point in complaining when they all slept quietly now.

“Something filling,” was all Aelin could think of to say. But after a moment decided on an omelette, filled with bacon, mushrooms, onion, red bell-peppers and carrot. As she and Rowan prepped the ingredients—with Rowan wanting his own omelette—Aelin contemplated in silence, her brows furrowed as she chopped up the carrots.

“What are you thinking about, Fireheart?” Rowan asked when he noticed his wife's expression.

“Just trying to remember the last time I was this hungry. I've been like this for at least a week and a half.”

“I've noticed. You haven't had this big of an appetite for a good number of years.”

She didn't comment on that, lost in her own world. “And my legs have been cramping lately too. I haven't injured myself. Have I been sleeping in strange positions?”

“No, you're sleeping just fine.”

Her frown deepened. “Maybe I'm just stressed for the winter preparations.”

“Possibly, I know that you worry a lot for the people during winter.” They both did, as the winters in Terrasen were brutal. Each year there was always a small number of people that passed due to the cold for a number of reasons. When those lists made their way in Aelin's hands, it always hit her hard, her guilt a palpable thing, even after Rowan would tell her that it was in no way her fault.

But that wasn't the reasons for her consuming hunger and leg cramps—Rowan had noticed the change in her scent weeks ago and when he noticed, he thought that Aelin would too. But she was completely oblivious and he didn't want to spoil the surprise, although it was getting harder each day not to say something.

However, he couldn't help but count back the weeks to the day of conception. He was fairly certain that it was when Aelin had been reading a particularly steamy novel on the window seat in their sitting room and jumped on him like they had never had sex before when he had come to ask if she was joining him in bed.

It would fit in with list of unusual places they have conceived their children. Elentiya had been in the library (either in the archives or in Aelin and Rowan's private nook, neither were sure), Norrin against an oak tree (which they discovered after they have calmed down that the Little Folk had watched the entire encounter, with Aelin becoming stuck between wanting to laugh or hide under a rock), Alder against one of the many palace chimneys, and Isolde in a linen closet.

Maybe one day they would conceive a child in their bed like most people did.

They got to cooking, with Rowan standing behind Aelin and guiding her with the wooden spoon and plating their midnight meal before it burned into a crisp. Isolde babbled in her sleep as the sounds of cooking reached her, but still slept. It wouldn't be long, however, until she woke up to be fed. Aelin placed their youngest by her feet as they sat down at the small dining table in the far corner of the kitchen where the workers took their breaks.

The smile on Aelin's face as she bit into the fluffy omelette was certainly worth being woken up in the middle of the night.

However, her fork stilled in mid-air when she was halfway done when realisation dawned on her.

Finally.

“I'm pregnant,” was all she said, her Ashryver eyes growing wide. Rowan didn't bother to hide his smile. This was why he didn't say anything. It was always worth it when she revealed those beautiful words to him. “Rowan, I'm pregnant. The last time I was this hungry was when I was pregnant with Alder and the leg cramps are from Norrin's pregnancy. And all the fruit I can't stop eating is just like when I was pregnant with Isolde. How haven't I noticed anything?”

“You've been busy,” Rowan said, reaching over to take her hands in his and kissed her fingers.

“You knew, didn't you?” Aelin asked, her eyes narrowed just slightly.

“I may have noticed.”

“You should have told me.”

“I like it better when you come to the realisation yourself,” he said simply.

Aelin shot out of her seat and sat on his lap, a pretty smile gracing her face as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers playing the the hair at the nape of his neck. Rowan wound his arms around her waist and kissed her on the cheeks, the tips of her nose, the corner of her lips and then her mouth.

Aelin hummed contentedly and kissed him back. When they broke apart, she rested her forehead against his.

“We're insane.”

Rowan laughed deeply at the sudden statement. “What makes you say that?”

“We're having a fifth baby. Lorcan and Elide only have three and I always thought that they'd have at least a dozen, but they don't and we're about to have five. That's insane. We're insane.”

“We are, but I like that about us,” he said, kissing her again. Her face was open and soft, her eyes dancing with happiness, but he still found himself asking, “Are you okay with it?”

“Of course I am, buzzard. More than words can say.” Aelin kissed him to emphasise that fact, his hand reaching down onto her belly and was content to stay like that forever. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She always thought that she’d just have one child, maybe two, but to have five was something she never dreamed of.

Isolde finally decided to wake up and scream her displeasure at being hungry. Aelin was off him in an instant, cooing at their daughter as Aelin sat back in her seat and fed not just herself, but Isolde at the same time. His mate was spectacular at multitasking like that.

They couldn't wait to meet their fifth child.

X X X X X X

Rowan was surprised that his children hadn't kicked down the doors to the bedchamber with how excited they were. Even little Isolde was a ball of energy and she was by far their most quiet child. Rowan lead them to their mother, reminding them that they had to be quiet and gentle, because mama had just gone through a long process of bringing in their new sibling into the world.

They entered the bedchamber and Aelin greeted them with a tired but loving smile telling them to come meet their new sister, the kids went onto the bed, surrounding Aelin and the baby, happiness and wonderment in their eyes as they took in the little bundle of joy, her silver hair stark against her lightly tanned skin. She had opened her eyes briefly during her first feeding and Aelin had groaned playfully when she spotted that they were pine-green, muttering how of course I labour for a whole day to give birth to another you. But he knew that she didn't care if she was born with green hair and yellow eyes, Aelin loved her immensely.

“What's her name, mama?” Elentiya asked softly, carefully trailing a finger down her sisters cheek.

“Elowynn-Yrene.” Rowan would never forget the pure joy in Yrene's eyes when Aelin asked if the healer would give them her blessing to grace their child with her name, as a thank you for all the years of coming down and helping Aelin, for eradicating Erawan, and for being a great friend to both of them. It had taken them a few minutes to convince their friend, citing that the honour was far too much, but Yrene eventually said "yes".

“That's pretty,” Alder supplied, a wide smile on his face. Aelin kissed his temple and thanked him for his kind words.

Aelin moved her eyes from Alder to Rowan, smiling as her mate stood there, taking them in.

His family, their family. Never did he think he would be so blessed to have this.

His and Aelin's children; the most beautiful thing Rowan had ever seen.

Rowan went and joined his family on the bed, the smile on his face one of Aelin's favourites.

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[bukojuiice]

fix you.

ೃ pairing: (village prince! katsuki bakugo x princess mononoke! reader)

ೃ  tags: princess mononoke au! studio ghibli au!

ೃ warnings:  mild use of weapons and strong language

ೃ part 1/2  of the princess mononoke! au

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ೃ  Loosely based off of Princess Mononoke! Not necessarily a word for word retelling/alternate universe. You can read on without any prior knowledge of this beautiful Studio Ghibli film. Hope you enjoy!

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 ೃ Katsuki Bakugo is the righteous yet arrogant village prince of the east. The entire village relies on him for protection and for guidance, further inflating his ego. however, after a cursed boar attacks him and the curse is passed on to him as a poisonous mark on his arm, slowly consuming him until he becomes a demon himself. he is exiled without hesitance from his village and is to go on a journey to look for a cure, a journey he might never come back from. With the help of two of his most trusted allies, he embarks on a journey to look for the gods of the forest in where he meets a girl (just as striking as him) who brings him back down to earth, saves him and make him experience a true life worth living.

“Damn this life.” Katsuki curses under his breath, rolling up his sleeves, and collecting clear water from the riverbend and transferring it into his jar.

“Hey! This isn’t that bad!” Eijiro Kirishima, son of the second in command to Katsuki’s mother, his most trusted ally and #2 most annoying fucker on this planet, cheekily grins, patting the blonde on the back. “We’ve gone through worse things in the past. And yet here we are! We’re still alive! Aren’t we?”

“Yea! We’ll find the forest gods soon! Offer food for them and hopefully they give us a cure! This is going to be easy!” Denki Kaminari, another one of his most trusted allies, grandson of one of the wise elders, and #1 most annoying fucker on this planet, reassures his friend whilst aimlessly fixing the saddle on his elk.

Why did life have to be like this?

Who did Katsuki Bakugo infuriate from high above to have this tremendous bad luck and fate be put upon him? All he wanted was to live a noble life as a village prince, have his mother pass down her position of power onto him, become the new village chief, live a life of prosperity, help his people, and then pass away with no regrets. But life just had to do this to him no?

After an unexpected attack of a raging cursed boar consumed by black slithering enigmas in the hills of Mustafu village, the handsome village prince was the only one able of combat who was around the vicinity at the time. He had no choice but to hurl himself in front of the boar, shooting one of his famed  arrows, sharper than most and one of the best in his arsenal.  The boar had met its demise by his hands. However, not without getting revenge at Katsuki, by passing its curse onto him. The black ooze slithering onto his arm before the animal had fully perished.

That was the worst day of his life.

As the son of the village chief and as one of the most well-known individuals in his tribe, how was he supposed to react?

Katsuki had always been number one. Never once slipping to loss or to failure. Never getting injured. Never letting his guard down. Never disappointing his parents. Never losing his pride nor his mighty personality.

He was the paragon of success.

But, sometimes, the best people feel lost and useless too.

The fact that his mother had easily let go of him, have the wise villager elders speak ill of him and banish him, having to leave everything he had loved and worked hard for, lose his position as a prince, and have the people of his village look at him in abhorrence and disgust, had ended up becoming the most painful experiences he ever had to go through in his entire life.

Leaving quietly at the dead of the night with no proper goodbyes but a brief hug, gift of a good luck charm from his mother, and the willing accompaniment of his two most trusted friends (although he would not like to admit the appreciation he has for them, he was very grateful) on this fruitless journey… He could never have it any other way.

What kind of life was he even going to lead from here on forth?

He didn’t want to stop believing. He didn’t want to lose hope. This wasn’t like him. Katsuki Bakugo knew who he was. He knows how headstrong he is, how prideful, persevering, and how much of a smart-ass he is. He had no time to sulk and contemplate about his demise and what fate had in store for him.

Although, it would be nice if he could release all these pent-up emotions and frustrations at least once. Just once.

He just has no idea how to and who to open up to.

Putting his vulnerable emotions aside, he is going to defy his destiny and take down whatever may come his way.

Making sure no one was going to stop him from doing so.

“Let’s go.” Katsuki jerks his head, gesturing his party members to start walking to the other side of the forest.

“Wait… haven’t we gone there already?” Kaminari protests, not raising his voice nor overreacting because even he knew that Katsuki was on a bad mood as per usual. (With this being the second afternoon of their journey and because they have to leave their animal companions by the river due to how unstable the geographical and terrestrial properties of the forest were.)

Katsuki shoots him a glare, the other blonde clearing the lump in his throat in response. “Okay okay! Let’s go then!”

They quietly navigate through the forest, hearing nothing but the sound of their own feet stepping on the grass, crickets chirping, fireflies flying about, the towering trees swaying with the wind, and the calming yet lonely atmosphere of the woodlands to accompany them.

“Kirishima.” Bakugo calls out coldly. “Are you sure that this is the same forest depicted in the legends?”

“Positive.” Kirishima replies, nodding aimlessly whilst turning his head and taking in their surroundings. “If we spot some Kodama, that means we’re near the tree that stands alone.”

“Tree that stands alone?” Denki asks, tilting his head and sparking a discussion. “Also, what even is a Kodama?”

“You’re the grandson of a village elder yet you’re asking me?” Eijiro narrows his eyes at his other blonde friend. “Kodama are the little white spirits who live in trees. They don’t necessarily guide travelers but instead watch them. They only intervene if ever anything bad happens. If we see them appear then that means we’re close to the spiritual core of the forest. The tree that gives life.”

Yakushima Forest. Located in the southern region, is the settlement of the forest gods and the place where the oldest trees of Japan and those known to man stand strongly. The power and the spiritual energy stored in this wonderous and enchanting forest could only be seen and could only be discovered by heroes and travelers with a pure of heart as the forest was welcoming only to visitors with pure and selfless intentions. However, to those who wish to exploit it and to ruin its beauty will be punished heavily by the gods in the most gruesome ways possible.

Katsuki breathes out a hefty sigh, leading his two other friends who were happily following him from behind. There was this bizarre feeling of anxiety welling up inside him. He was not himself and he couldn’t tell why. All he could do was pretend to remain calm and collected…

He will find that cure.

He will be able to save himself and he will be able to come back to his village, victorious and free of the curse.

Bakugo stops in his tracks when they encounter another streaming river. His two companions almost bump into him with how abrupt he halted in his steps.

There was something amiss in the river.

It wasn’t a bad spirit nor was it some bad energy, but Katsuki could feel something.

There was someone else there.

And he felt that they weren’t exactly the friendly type who would help them.

“Bakugo-sama, why did we stop-“ Kaminari is hushed by his blonde friend before he could even have the chance to utter another word. Kirishima quickly picked up what Katsuki is trying to motion to them and proceeds to quietly scout around the area. “There’s a girl? Wolves too.” He whispers from behind a bush not far from where his friends were standing.

“Let’s go back to the nearby village. Stay at the inn there.” Bakugo whispers sternly, as if not wanting to hear any other remarks from his friends.­

“Wait! Bakugo, I know we’re near the tree. Why stop now!?” Kirishima fussed. He knew something was up. “We’re pretty close. We can just set up a fire here then-“

“I said let’s head back. Damn it.” Katsuki repeated his words. This time, in a sort of a growl. “If you don’t want to go back, feel free to die here if you want.” He starts treading back to the path where they came from. Denki looks at his red-headed friend worriedly, even he, of all people, had finally noticed that there was something wrong with their most beloved village prince. Kirishima nods at him cautiously, the two of them walking together behind Bakugo.

They quickly got back to the small village near the forest with no interruption, as the chit-chatter and the energy radiating between both Kirishima and Kaminari were low as Katsuki was in a even terrible mood, refusing to talk to any of them nor humoring their antics and small jokes.

They continue to spend the rest of their day in silence. With, Katsuki, immediately heading back to his quarters to rest whilst his two other companions remained outside to help some village folk and prepare dinner.

The village chieftain of the quaint settlement had a good relationship with Katsuki’s mother. They were good trade partners and the village chief wanted to do everything in their power to help Katsuki be free of the curse by the means of giving him a private inn to stay in and come back to whenever he and his friends would like to. It wasn’t much, but Katsuki needed all the help he could get on this otherwise hopeless quest. Even if he refused the said offers at first.

After another awfully quiet bonding time with Bakugo at dinner, the convivial duo had to break the silence. Denki had thought of the most wonderful idea of bringing up the topic of the girl who was accompanied by wolves in the forest. Because, hey, it’s a girl in the forest! What could possibly be weird about that?

“Hey! So about that girl that we saw…” Kaminari suddenly speaks up, nudging Kirishima in the arm, signaling him to answer his query. Bakugo barely looks up at the sound of his friend’s yapping, continuing to play with the food on his bowl. “Who do you think was she?”

“She’s most probably the wolf princess.” Eijiro shrugs casually, biting on a roasted corncob. “Yakushima forest is protected by the three animal gods whom we know by now as the forest gods. The Wolf goddess, The Gorilla king, and The Deer god. The Deer god being the most powerful of them all. There have been rumors and reports going around that the goddess had taken in an abandoned human girl, and was treated as one of their kin years ago. The girl holds pure resentment for her own kind and chooses to live in the Yakushima forest, taking down every single human who has negative intentions and evil plans for the land she lives in.”

“Well, if she’s that badass, then you shouldn’t call her a princess. She’s a queen!” Kaminari remarks, biting on his newly roasted corncob, listening eagerly to Kirishima’s tale. Bakugo looks up at Denki and the goofy blonde could have sworn he saw a small smile form on Katsuki’s face.

Kirishima laughs at his friend’s little quip, “You’re right. She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“You weirdos should get to sleep. We go back to the forest first thing in the morning.” Katsuki stands up from his seat, his hands in his pockets, grumpily trotting away to the inn.

“Oh.” Denki blinks. “That was faster than I thought. I didn’t expect him to be convinced so easily. Did you pull that story from your ass Kirishima-kun?”

The red-haired teen shook his head. “Nope. All of that was real.”

“For real? You’re not joking?”

“Yup.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Goodnight then!” The other blonde leaves his seat, patting Eijiro in the arm before leaving and going back to his quarters.

Kirishima looks up at the glistening night sky, a few stars present in the sky to greet him a wonderful night, the boy hoping he would find an answer amongst the stars. “May the gods help us in our adventure.” He breathes a hefty sigh, closing his eyes. After a few more minutes of praying for guidance, he puts out the fire and retreats back to his room.

The night passes by quickly, another day of their adventure waiting to unfold.

“Don’t you dare come back here you disgusting prince.”

“No one wants him here! Got it? Let him go on this adventure and never come back!”

“He’s just a burden. To be cursed by an animal as simple as a boar? Pathetic.”

“Useless vermin.”

“Banished forever? How sad.”

“A prince falling from grace? Predictable.”

The voices of the village people echo in his head.

These were words from them that he was not meant to hear. Ones that he accidentally heard before leaving that same night. These were the words that will haunt him forever.

He, Katsuki Bakugo, of all people, would let all these horrid, vile, and false words get to him?

These were the same words with the same meaning that he’s heard hundreds and hundreds of times from different people, yet it never got to him. He chose to ignore them.

But, why now? What was going on?  Why was he feeling this way?

Katsuki awakens at the dead of the night. Beads of sweat falling from his temples, his breath hitched and his body aching. He was not himself right now and this intense feeling of uneasiness and torment confirmed it. Although, he wanted to keep this to himself. He didn’t want anybody else to know what he was feeling. He could overcome this on his own. He could do this all on his own.

“I’ll show them.” He continues to breathe at a fast pace, still a bit shocked by the nightmare he had just seen. “I’ll fucking show them that I am the prince of the Mustafu tribe.” He props himself up from his sleeping mat, reaching for his neatly folded clothes beside him. “And nothing’s going to change that.”

Katsuki begins to get dressed, feeling nothing but anger and determination running through his veins. He puts on his grey vest and wraps his red cape onto his back. He continues to put on his ensemble when a sudden rush of pain begins to throb in his arm. Bakugo’s immediate reaction is to curl up, holding his stomach to try and ease the pain.

The curse was acting up again, reacting to the anger and negative emotions that Katsuki was feeling right now. The blonde winces in pain, kneeling down on the floor to take a hold of his arm that was manifesting a glowing blue and black aura. His muscle continues to throb and he could do nothing but hold it down and take in all the pain until it eventually goes away.

After several minutes of resisting and trying to ease the pain by thinking of more positive and enlightening thoughts, the throbbing suddenly stops. Bakugo goes back to breathing at a normal pace. He rests for a few minutes, making sure that his body was functioning properly once more before he quickly heads out of his private room to head to back to Yakushima forest, searching for answers. He didn’t have time to wait for Kirishima and Kaminari anymore. He was growing impatient, and hearing the haunting words of his village people circling in his head fueled his will power to get this whole ordeal done and head back home.

It was finally the end of another day protecting the forest.

You were about on your daily patrol with the wolf goddess and your wolf siblings, when you encounter three young men who looked like they were lost in the woods. You immediately assumed that they were looking for the tree of life. But they weren’t like the others. They weren’t finding it for selfish reasons. They were looking for it in hopes to find a cure for a curse. That’s what their auras were trying to show at least.

One of those men particularly piqued your interest.

He was… handsome? Was that the word that humans used?

He had ash blonde hair that spiked upwards at all angles, passionate red orbs that gave him such a striking appearance, as if he could hold up the world in his hands. Calloused hands that had taken a part in many battles, a muscular build like that of a noble warrior, a shining sword just as big as him and an arrow that he looked like he was adept at using.

Yet despite your observations, there was this mysterious air around him that you just couldn’t understand.

“(Y/N)? Dear? Is anything wrong?” The elegant white wolf goddess, Moro, calls out to her human daughter, with a worried look.

“I saw 3 dorks by the riverbend on our patrol a while ago.” You say rather jokingly, trying to remember their faces. “I should have struck them down when I had the chance.” You shake your head, reaching for the knife in your skirt and grasping it.

“How so?” The goddess twitches her ear, as if raising an eyebrow at you. “Did you feel any bad spirits within them? Any emotional aura? I told you to do that before attempting to attack anyone remember?”

“There was this particular man among them who had strong energy. He was radiating a gloomy yet aggressive energy. Like that of a person hiding their true emotions to remain strong and brave to the outside world. I kind of felt sorry for him.” Your voice trails off as you nestle your body next to the wolf goddess, along with your siblings who were cuddled up next to you too.

“Why don’t you go check up on him then?” Moro replies casually, as if teasing you. You raise your head up, feeling a tint shade of pink appear on your cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

A shrieking noise began to ring in your ears, signaling that a human has entered the forest. You quickly rise up from the bed of leaves you were sleeping in. Running out of the cave, you gallop down a slope and sprint your way to the foot of the forest. The spirits guiding you to where you needed to go.

You feel the hostile energy yet again.

Could it be the young man from earlier?

When he enters your field of vision, you climb up the nearest tree to get a clearer look at him from above and from afar.

He still had the same expression plastered upon his face since this afternoon. An irritated and scornful look, yet there was kindness in his eyes that you couldn’t describe.

It wasn’t the kindness that you would see from the eyes of a regular person but it was a kindness that was combined with a desire to protect the people around him. It was different and oddly comforting.

You continue to observe his every move, waiting for him to mess up or try to hurt the magical properties of the forest before you confront him to ask why the hell was he even roaming around in the forest, in the middle of night like a fluffy dog.

Katsuki noticed you standing on the tree-tops.

You weren’t exactly the greatest hide and seek player.

However, he chose to shrug you off and ignore you as he continues to look for traces of spiritual energy that could lead him to the tree of life.

Based on the stories that Kirishima had told, he was actually a bit surprised by your appearance. He couldn’t make out your face with the mask that you were wearing but he noticed your mildly disheveled hair, the ragged clothes you had on, a cape made of white fur and a necklace adorned with three fangs hanging on your neck. From that alone, he knew you were a princess. Not your conventional princess per se with all the jewelry, intricate headpieces and beautiful dresses but, the presence that you have has sort of a dignified feel to it. You might not look like the part but you embodied everything that a princess should be. Headstrong, intelligent, confident in her beliefs, and never afraid to stand her ground.

That’s what Katsuki thinks at least.

With all the stories that Kirishima had recited about the Yakushima forest, you were one of the most interesting bits.

Katsuki Bakugo was enthralled by you in more ways than one.

You were a mysterious enigma that he had to unravel.

You were getting a bit tired of watching him aimlessly roam around the forest. He was absolutely going nowhere which is funny because he didn’t strike you as a person who had no sense of direction. In an alternate universe, he’d probably be kidnapped by some villain or bad guy if he continued to be reckless like this, just walking around without a care in the world.

You spoke too soon.

You barely dodge a sharp arrow that pierces through a tree. It wasn’t from the young man you were watching but from someone else. Thieves. two of them.

You forgot that you weren’t able to sense other humans entering the forest if you focus on a particular one. It completely slipped your mind that there would still be sick individuals who would try and attempt to find the riches of the forest despite the many incidents happening time and time again warning humans to not enter the Yakushima Forest if they want to explore it for their own selfish desires.

You hastily jump down onto the ground, releasing a flurry of punches and kicks at the thieves, knocking 2 of them unconscious. You thought that the fight was over until you hear agonizing screams from the other side of the forest.

You quickly sprint your way there, hoping nothing serious had happened and no one was hurt in the process.

You arrived in a secluded area, tall trees covering the sun or the moon for the light to seep into, resulting in a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

You stop in your tracks when you notice six thieves unconscious on the ground too. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when you notice that the boy was panting heavily, injuries and deep wounds were present all around his body. He was terribly injured. He stares at you for a few seconds before collapsing onto the ground.

You grit your teeth, approaching him with a scornful look. “You’ve wasted your life by getting in my way!” You sheathe his blade from it’s scabbard, pointing it directly to his chest. Katsuki’s chest rises up and down, a sign showing that he was breathing normally but was at the brink of unconsciousness.

“I’ll cut your throat! That will shut you up!”

“You’re beautiful…”

He mumbles, his eyes fluttering open, making intense eye contact with yours.

You suddenly feel your heart race, thumping loudly. You pull the sword away and jump away from him. You were taken aback by his words because of how he caught you off guard just like that. Who gave him the right to do this to you? Who was he in the first place?

Why did he make you feel all these soft and mushy feelings right now?

Who gave him the right to do this to you?

A human being? 

A feeling sparking in your chest...

Is this what humans  call love?

-        To be continued.

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[fairfowl]

Lie There and Breathe

A Horde Clone OC story

(Tw: gore, injury) (part two here, part three here, part four here)

The Etherian relief workers found him lying prone on the hard ground beside the cliff where Horde Prime had made his last mad play. Jagged rocks lay all around the clone's body, his abdomen and shoulders riddled with long thorns that could only have come from Perfuma's vines.

His arms were pinned under his torso, the white of his tabard and tunic stained phosphorescent green. But what had truly frightened the workers was the state of the clone's face.

The clone lay with his head resting in a pool of neon blood, half his left ear was missing entirely as the flesh of his cheek and brow hung from the bone, separated across the socket of his eye by a gash that had gouged a trail into his very skull.

Ethera had abandoned the more violent practices of war nearly a century ago, and while there had been countless conflicts since then the average citizen was unused to the brutality that Prime had brought.

Through all the years of fighting between the rebellion and the Etherian Horde both sides had utilized non-lethal methods whenever possible as a matter of both basic morality and resource consumption. Anything less would have been viewed as a war crime.

But the Galactic Horde was held to no such standard. Their way was victory by any means necessary, and the streamlined process of creating clones meant that they never had to worry about running out of cannon fodder.

When Horde Prime arrived and Hordak disappeared, war on Etheria had changed drastically.

The princesses could not be blamed for fighting back.

But as relief workers picked their way across the battlefield, pulling living soldiers from both sides into the hastily constructed healers' tents there was an aura of revulsion and regret to them. The days of mindless bloodshed should have been over, but the newly verdant landscape was still soaked with red and green blood.

The workers wrapped the clone's face with a cloth, and dragged his unconscious form into the tent.

........

The clone awoke to searing pain and blindness.

Agony left him breathless, and he tried to curl into himself only to find that he lacked the strength to move his limbs. Although his head was thickly wrapped in bandages his senses were inundated by unfamiliar sounds and smells. Beside him someone breathed heavily, each intake rattling wetly.

Immediately he sought out the hivemind, disoriented and pained.

He found only empty silence.

Panicked the clone tried again, reaching out and physically grasping at the air with a trembling hand as he searched in vain for the warm minds of his Brothers, connected by the light of Horde Prime.

Horde Prime

Horde Prime was dead.

And so was the hivemind.

His breath sped up as the clone's lonely mind raced, reaching back to his last moment of consciousness.

He remembered his injury, and laying prone beneath the cliff as through the echoes of the hivemind he witnessed the end of Prime’s Glorious Vessel. Killed at the hands of the traitorous defect.

The clone remembered Horde Prime’s short glorious return in the body of the traitor, and he remembered the triumphant final speech in the voice that had seemed to echo from the top of the cliff and through the hivemind. He remembered letting his eyes slip shut as he prepared to die as Prime willed.

And he remembered how the voice had suddenly stopped.

The cold emptiness that had gripped him then came again as he lay blind and lost. He knew as surely as he knew anything that the hivemind had died along with Prime, and that he was alone. As if he were a cloud of space dust after a supernova, a corpse teeming with rot after death.

The clone shuddered, fighting the panic that threatened to engulf him. Through everything else that inundated his mind something new and profound shined from his core.

A desire to stay alive.

And the first thing that the clone knew about staying alive was that if he was to do so then he couldn't continue to panic.

Brothers who panicked on the field died, those who remained calm and kept their faith in Prime lived to fight another day.

Prime was dead, and so all he could do was try to remain calm.

Beyond the horror within his own head the clone found that he could not block out the pervasive sound of wheezing from beside him. From further away the noise was yet more chaotic. Bustling and clattering were overshadowed by moans and gasps of pain and the smells of blood and fear hung heavy in the air.

The clone turned his head slowly, listening for anything familiar, but heard no comforting mechanical beeps, or low reassuring prayers.

Indeed the only prayers that he heard were being gasped desperately from some distance.

He focused of the wheezing beside him.

The sound was steady even as each breath seemed to rattle wetly. The clone matched each wheeze to his own breaths and focused his entire self on it, blocking out the chaos of the unknown location where he and the breather lay.

........

The clone did not know how much time had passed.

He had eventually lost consciousness, and when he awoke he spent a moment seeking out the rasping breathing of one who lay beside him. He had been relieved to hear the breather immediately, the rest of the surrounding area had quieted substantially while he slept, but the steady rattling continued on as though nothing had changed.

The clone clung to it.

He was still heavily bandaged, and agony throbbed through his very being. The clone now knew that his pain was centralized to one side of his head. His left eye socket felt like a black hole, hungrily sucking every joule of energy from his body.

He was too exhausted to even seek out comfort, and the all encompassing agony made it impossible to concentrate on anything but The Breather beside him.

He lay there, helpless and exhausted and did the only thing that he could do.

He listened.

And he heard.

The clone counted the breaths of his companion constantly, eventually allowing surrounding noises to trickle in but never giving up his concentration on The Breather.

He deduced, as he lay there, that he was surrounded by the injured. Many of the cries, gasps, and prayers, were the voices of his brothers. Terror and pain gripped those voices, and he spared a moment of grief for those brothers. The panic that they were experiencing was dangerous, and the clone refused to let himself fall into it's trap.

He needed to remain calm because he wanted to survive.

He wanted to survive and hear the rattling breaths beside him.

The Breather slept on, constant and steady despite the wheezing.

There were likely Etherians surrounding him as well. Some of the pained voices were unfamiliar, and those who bustled around were certainly not members of The Horde. Their alien voices were filled with emotion, and their hurried steps too disorganized to be anything but alien.

It made sense. Prime was dead.

What didn't make sense was that these Etherians were keeping him and his brothers alive. Perhaps they planned to have the surviving clones serve them as the people of conquered planets had had the choice to peacefully serve Horde Prime.

But why not cull the damaged ones?

The clone knew, as surely as he knew that Prime was dead, that he was too damaged to avoid culling. The vine that had whipped across his face had obviously left a path of carnage in its wake. He did not know the state of his eyes, but the pain radiating from his left socket was telling, as was the uncomfortable wetness that soaked the bandages surrounding his head.

But he didn't want to die. The desire to live still burned strongly with him, new and profound. The clone tied his survival to remaining calm, which in turn had thus far turned him to rely upon The Breather beside him.

As long as he could hear his companion, then he could remain calm. As long as he remained calm then he had a chance of survival.

Beside him The Breather slept on, and the clone listened.

After some time of this the chaos of their surroundings picked back up, less frantic than it had been before but still busy. A host of voices and various organic smells rose to meet him; some were medicinal some were not. For his part the clone continued to take it all in from his stationary supine position. 

He deduced that he was laying on a sort of rough canvas cot some unknown distance from the ground. Unfamiliar clothing and a thin sheet covered him. Around him there was little airflow, but there was also no echo that would have indicated that they were indoors. If anything he heard wind, and the sound of cloth flapping but did not feel a breeze, perhaps they were in a tent.  

On his aching left side The Breather slept on but to his right he heard only wind and cloth, curiously he reached out a hand and met more sturdy cloth. He must have been lying along the wall of some kind of hospital tent.

Cautiously he continued to explore his surroundings with his fingers, reaching out blindly for anything within his reach. The wall, the cot, the strange loose clothes that covered him.

After a moment's hesitation the clone reached out into open air, searching for The Breather. The rasping continued on as it had since he’d first regained consciousness.

The clone felt his arm shake as he reached towards the lifeline that he'd been clinging too since he’d first regained consciousness.

And he found them.

A long arm, a muscular shoulder, the familiar texture and musculature. A fellow clone. A Brother.

Something that had been wrapped up tight in the clone's chest slowly unfurled, and tears welled up in his covered eyes as he traced his companion's arm downward to grasp his hand.

Relief and fear bloomed within him as he cried. Beside him his brother breathed on.

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Congratulations on finishing this somewhat maudlin little fic, I've wanted to write it for a while.

Since the two characters currently known as The Clone (our protagonist) and The Breather (the unconscious one) aren't very developed in this first part I thought I'd tell you a little about them

The Clone (pictured on top (someday I may draw his scars more closely to how I imagine them)) will eventually go on to be known as Chamomile. After spending some time in the healing tent he will learn that he still has perfect sight in the right eye, and partial sight in his left. Observing the Etherian healers as they work will inspire him to study healing under their tutelage specializing in wound care.

This will be a fairly new concept to the Horde Clones as under Prime most clones who had received a major wound that needed extensive care or caused major scarring would likely have been culled or sent to the front lines.

His companion The Breather (pictured below) will later be called Calamine. He is currently suffering from pneumonia due to a chest injury that resulted in a collapsed lung as well as substantial internal bleeding, he'll wake up eventually but for now the boy needs rest. He is a kindred spirit to Chamomile and the two cling to one another as they recover.

Calamine had previously worked within The Horde to create amniotic fluid, and will eventually become a cook.

The extremely awesome and very inspiring clone creator piccrew was made by @strawberryoverlordart

#horde clones #spacebats #hordak #horde clone oc #spop #she ra and the princesses of power #Chamomile the Clone #Calamine the Clone #tw: gore #gore #injury #death mention #spop oc #ask to tag #my fic #fic rec #original #i contributed #piccrew #Lie There and Breathe

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@lazysatyr you'll be the first to know what i have in store :)

First we introduce the Tics themselves. Instead of being futuristic descendants they are modern day cousins. While the original show had them in the year 2772 it didn't really feel futuristic to me. So everything is set in modern day. The point is for the Tics to discover their own identity outside the Looney Tunes. Because my AU is long I'll split into several parts. First will go into the Loonatics Backstory. Next we'll get into the Frelengese Royal Family.

Ace Bunny wasn't born with Toon Force™ like his cousin Bugs. When Bugs became famous, Ace wanted to capture that same fame but didn't want to come off as being a leech. Besides he spent most of his life being under Bugs' shadow. He wanted to rely on his own talent - in this case martial arts - to succeed. However he could only find work as a stunt double and background extra. One day there was an accident on set that Ace witnessed involving the female star. He rescued her before she could get hurt. But this angered her costar. So he arranged for Ace to be let go planting evidence to make like Ace was the one who started the accident. Because of this one act of jealous Ace got fired. The actor even went fsr as to have Ace blacklisted. Without any work, Ace was at a loss of what to do. He didn't want to bother Bugs. What could he do next?

Daffy had a sister who laid an egg but due to circumstances she couldn't raise it and left it at an orphanage. So Danger Duck wasn't aware of his kinship with Daffy until his late teens. Growing up Danger became friends with a pig name Pinky. But on the day of the adoption Pinky was chosen by a rich family who wanted Pinky but not Danger. This led to Danger believing that there wasn't anyone out there who cared abou him. So he left the orphanage to strike out on his own, eventually getting a job as a pool boy. One day the lifeguard was too busy flirting with a child to notice a child was drowning. Danger noticed the situation and rescued the child. This embarrassed the lifeguard who already didn't like Danger and hatched a scheme to get him fired. While it didn't nearly succeed Danger was fed up working at a place where the same guy made his life hell. So he quit.

A similar thing happened to Prof. Tex A. Coyote, or Tech as he is affectionately called by students. Growing up Tech was never interested in the rivalry between roadrunners and coyotes. He simply wanted to jumpstart his career as an inventor. He applied to the prestigious academy in Acmetropolis. During a demonstration Tech had one of hia powerful creations kept under lock and key but a nosy scientist messed with it resulting in malfunction that damaged their side of the campus. Tech scrambled to shut the machine down. He did, but he and fellow partner Mallory Lind was heavily injured in the process. Luckily no one died, however in the aftermath Tech was fired. Mallory did not stand up for him partly due to fear of losing her job and mostly her underlying jealously of Tech.

Having lived her whole life in an active family it was only a matter of time before Alejandra "Lexi" Canejo started her journey into the world of competitive gymnastics. During her audition she impressed the team and the audience. However the squad leader was jealous and to no one's surprise denied Lexi a spot on the team. The poor rabbit was dejected. Weeks later there were reports of a serial stalker//attacker plaguing the school grounds. Unwilling to let innocent get hurt Lexi decided to use her skills to sneak around campus searching for the attacker. While she came up empty she did manged to take down small crimes like car break ins and robbery. Eventually she did catch up with the attacker - saving the very squad leader who denied her the spot in the process. Lexi felt about revealing her identity but ultimately decided not to. She liked helping others, it helped her self esteem.

Rev Runner grew up in the high life. But he found fancy shindigs to be boring. He also disliked the way his peers looked down on the lesser masses. So he transferred out of his private school to attend a community college. He took work as a delivery man. While his boss was every bit if his name, Rev quickly became well liked for his kindness once you get past his talkative habit of course. Rev didn't have an easy relationship with his family. His younger brother always seemed so distant and their parents smothered them and controlled many facets of their lives. It was why Rev left school: he wanted a choice, not to be what his parents forced him to be.

Slam wasn't an ordinary Tasmanian Devil. He was well read an a lot intuitive than he looked. But a lot of people mistook his strength and speech impediment as stupidity. As an outlet Slam took to sports eventually working his way up to underground wrestling matches. He was getting endorsement deals left and right. Opponents feared him. Fans loved him. But a series of scandals left Slam disillusioned with the sport so he left. Left it all behind. He moved to Acmetroplis and became a wrestling coach for a high school. While nowhere near as highpaying Slam felt more comfortable teaching kids how to use their anger as a positive outlet. Helping them find purpose gave him purpose.

All of these people lived different lives. Yet experienced similar feelings of being outcasts. Overshadowed. Overwhelmed. Their lives would one day intersect with the arrival of a mysterious woman and even more mysterious gifts. I want to show that they were heroes even BEFORE they got their powers. Why they were chosen. And how the talents they had before take them on a greater journey than any of them could imagine.

#loonatics unleashed reboot #loonatics unleashed redesign #loonatics unleashed #ace bunny #lexi bunny #danger duck #tech e coyote #rev runner #slam tasmanian #Long Post tw #txt #looney tunes #au