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doumadono · 1 month

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I'm overwhelmed with joy — I'm crying tears of happiness and giggling uncontrollably. The final drawing depicting viking Dabi battling his brother, the self-proclaimed earl Shoto, is simply breathtaking. A huge thank you goes out to the amazing @explosion-island for bringing Kvitravn story to life ♥

#viking dabi #viking shoto #dabi #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #dabi fanart #mha fanart #bnha fanart #shoto fanart #kvitravn story #dabi x shoto

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ias2xoo · 1 year

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ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ;

deku

twenty minutes; ᶠ*ᶜᵏᵉᵈᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🌶️ you guys hadn’t even been going at it for that long. you were only 20 minutes in and he was already getting squirmy. you smirked, he was so cute….

shoto

getting late; ᶠ*ᶜᵏᵉᵈᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🌶️ , ᵐᵒᵘʳⁿᶠᵘˡᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🧅you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am and the moon seemed to dance throughout your room in the attic. It was pleasant and it was beautiful…

novalunosis; ᵐᵒᵘʳⁿᶠᵘˡᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🧅The room was filled ceiling to wood flooring with sweating heads and drunken movements. The bass from the speakers could be heard from down the street. It was "just a reunion" and "no one was really gonna be there" is what you were told….

we’re not getting married; ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🍬 “we are not getting married!” you exclaimed, hand slamming down your pencil. you were currently in UA’s library which was filled with working students studying for the upcoming exams… [pt. 2]

shoto’s search history; ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🍬[pt. 2]

lovestruck shoto; ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🍬

headcanons;

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt .10

dabi

give me the pistol; ᵐᵒᵘʳⁿᶠᵘˡᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🧅,ᶠ*ᶜᵏᵉᵈᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🌶️ you didn’t want to do it anymore. the goodbyes and the never knowing when you would see him again. it was tiring. the thing was you weren’t even supposed to miss him…

him filling you up; ᶠ*ᶜᵏᵉᵈᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🌶️

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt. 2

bakugo

with god as my witness; ᵐᵒᵘʳⁿᶠᵘˡᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🧅kiri told me i should write this and i thought it’d be a good idea. i considered just calling you but i know your busy with the kids and pregnancy and shit. dammit. i guess i should tell u why i’m texting you this well i’ll just fucking say it then. i love you…

katsuki’s confession; ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🍬

headcanons;

pt. 1 | pt. 2

denki

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt.2

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ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ;

neteyam

let me go; ᵐᵒᵘʳⁿᶠᵘˡᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🧅the clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan. You were bad-mouthed, ill-tempered and far too unpredictable even for the Na’vi…

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1917;

will schofield

wherever you are; ᶠ*ᶜᵏᵉᵈᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🌶️, ᵐᵒᵘʳⁿᶠᵘˡᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🧅the soft summer breeze sifted around your bare legs as you sat in your backyard. It was the beginning of April and you could already see the summer pink blossoms on the trees…

CALL OF DUTY;

simon “ghost” riley

life or death, love or hate; ᶠ*ᶜᵏᵉᵈᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🌶️ you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm. who knew such a minuscule injury would result in you having to spend the night in the nurse’s office…

is that the best you can do; ᵍᵒᵒᶠʸᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🍬 “is that the best you can do?” simon asked, chuckling underneath his mask. he was supposed to be training you but you could barely land a punch on the six foot soldier…

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt.2

VIKINGS;

ivar the boneless

troublesome; ᶠ*ᶜᵏᵉᵈᵍᵒᵒᵇᵉʳ🌶️ you sat in the main hall as everyone finished celebrating. ivar had just announced the next raids and everyone was more than excited. you, however, weren’t looking forward to being without your husband as you both had just married…

#^*keora’s m.list

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zorosbeau33 · 7 days

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Valhalla Calling~ Todoroki Shoto Song Timestamp

❖ MHA/BNHA, Shoto Todoroki x Gender Neutral Reader

❖ Timestamp, Fluff

❖ Tw: Alcohol

❖ wc: 540

❖ @d0uble0hd0nut @tojiseviltwin @kimnamshiks ❖ Masterlist ❖

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Inspired by the Song Valhalla Calling~ All characters are college age or older~ Rating 18+

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

The deep thrum vibrated through the soil, rocks shivering with each blow. The air itself seemed to tremble with the rolling boom of the mallets striking the skin of the drum. Fifty voices rumbling in unison, tones full of vigor and anticipation of battle. His fingers dug into the cloth of his pants, hair standing on end as he watched the men and women twirl around the fire and stamp their booted feet into the deep grass of the verdant field. Nothing had prepared them for such a sight, the mead burning through their veins causing a fire to fill even his tempered blood. Todoroki took several shallow breaths, back straightening as a maiden danced past him her voice falling and rising with the enthralling cadence.

“Are you okay?” Shoto looked over at you bewildered, pupils dilating as his breath came out in icy puffs. It took him several moments before he could simply nod, gesturing weakly with one hand at the gathering they had joined. He’d never felt such a call in his gut with simple music before today. Now on as he clutched his mead horn tighter, Todoroki felt life blazing in his chest and coursing through his limbs in a deep beat like a heartbeat. Driven further into a frenzy with the measured drumming and pounding all around him he wasn’t sure how to impart his feelings.

The mission had been an easy one, find the source of where the illegal drugs had been stemming into the world from. Now on the international task force, you both had met many interesting individuals and mission complete, villains locked away, and drugs safely dealt with you had taken up the offer of the Norwegian team leader and his partner to attend a party to celebrate. He had not explained that it would be a historic party, honoring the Vikings to which several of the team members took their hero persona and family history from. The town had welcomed you all eagerly and now hearing the voices of the throng lifted together in song and dance, well Todoroki could certainly feel “Valhalla Calling” him as well.

Your gentle touch to his cheek helped ground him for a moment and he sucked in a deep breath before the flickering firelight and sonorous call could stir him further to battle or what else he did not know. Closing his eyes he concentrated upon the subtle scent you had dotted upon your wrists in preparation for the party, and the cool of your palm against his heated cheek. His heart still seemed to beat in time with the drums however his head felt clearer upon opening his eyes. The heat that had radiated from his skin was milder now and he gave you a tiny lopsided smile.

“Thank you.” He whispered, perhaps it was the mead, or maybe the enchantment of the music but he lost his usual iron-clad walls and leaned in placing a gentle but sensual kiss on your lips. His arm sliding around your waist, Todoroki would remember that night forever as the night the Viking songs of yore drove him to finally live in the moment and profess his ardent passion for you as more than just a friend.

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fatkish · 6 hours

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https:// www.tumblr.com/fatkish/748674568544256000/if-youre-still-taking-requests-how-would - All this weird "animal instinct" stuff with phoenix child reader has me thinking about it bringing on a "survival of the fittest" mindset in them lmao. Like nothing too weird lol, just something like one of the children gets sick and reader almost seems to be preparing for them to die or something while everyone is like 😬😬😬

That might actually be something that could happen. I mean Shoto rarely ever gets sick due to his quirk so when he does get sick, I can imagine the Phoenix child preparing for his funeral thinking he’s got Cancer or some other incurable illness that isn’t viral or bacterial.

Since most viruses and bacteria die at certain temperatures, the human body has fevers to raise the environmental temperature up in an effort to kill off bacteria. And with Shoto and Enji’s fire quirks, they probably don’t get sick often since their body temperatures are naturally higher than normal. So reader may actually think either Shoto is dying or the world is ending when Shoto gets sick. All for it to be something like pneumonia.

Reader starts preparing for a Viking funeral and is spraying antibacterial and aerosol sprays every where. Thinking it’s like the plague.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #endeavor x child reader #todoroki shoto x reader #enji todoroki x reader #todoroki family

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itswannysenpai · 4 months

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Hey there! Just joined your followers after seeing the incredible artwork you did for my friend. Sending you a virtual hug and a little kiss as a huge thank you for bringing Viking Shoto into our lives, he's absolutely perfect! Also, your pieces of Kaminari and Shinso, hands down the best things I've come across. Thanks for generously sharing your incredible talent with us! All the best to you 😊

Oh god this is so cute!!! Thank you so so much 🥺

I'm really happy that you here now and I hope you like my next posts 😚😚

All the best for you too 💕💕

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hawksmybirdie7 · 7 months

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Midoriya never thought he would get a house. His distance relative pass away gave him their house Izuku met them once in high school.

"Izu are you sure about this?" Shoto his husband looking around he not to crazy about the house being middle of nowhere.

"Don't worry hon your going to love it! I just know it." Shoto sighs leans back in the seat he not sure about this.

"ok babe but if it's not nice we're leaving." Izuku shakes his head pulls up to the house.

"Wow it's bigger then I thought."

In the house

"Someone here!" Everyone crowd's to the window looks outside.

"Are they the new owners?" Tall gentleman wearing Victorian outfit cross his arms," only family members get the house I don't know who got it but I hope they don't sell it."

Guy in suit rolls his eyes," do you really think that guy cares."

"Their coming in!" Viking yells everyone covers their ears.

"You don't have to yell Katsuki!"

"Let's go!' he walks through wall everyone follows.

Midoriya amazed how beautiful the house is.

"Wow Shoto look at the living room it's huge!" Shoto walked in and he couldn't believe how beautiful it was.

"This is really nice." Izuku nods he takes his husband hands said," so what do you think?" Shoto sighs he knows Izuku wants it and their far from his family.....

"Let's take it." Izuku jumps up and down hugs Shoto," yes we are going to love it here!"

Ghosts 👻

"Oh my they're taking it!" Guy and woman yell.

"I can't believe this! Since when did I have nephew? My family hasn't had male we are mainly woman! I haven't heard about him? Woman in kimono says.

"now you do! He seems adorable look how happy he is!"

Midoriya 💚

"Wow look Shoto we have a library!

Looking around Shoto can't believe it.

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doumadono · 2 months

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Warnings: violence, viking!Dabi, viking!Shoto, earl!All Might, viking!Hawks, viking!Natsuo, fem!reader, viking themes, viking!Bakugo, viking!Kirishima, blood and injuries, gore, childbirth, Shoto is a massive jerk

Summary: months after Touya's death, you finally convince Hawks to take you to the place where your beloved man passed away. Upon returning, overwhelmed by unbearable sorrow, you give birth prematurely, and it's clear who the father is. Little did you know, an envoy saw Shoto and brought some important news

Word count: circa 8,4k

A/N: if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know ♥

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU • MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS CHAPTER • NEXT CHAPTER

ACT VI - THE PAST NEVER DIES

7 MONTHS LATER

Lying in bed, the white sheets felt crisp against your skin, almost blinding when you first opened your eyes. A gentle smile adorned your lips as a powerful, calloused hand reached out, delicately brushing a strand of your Y/H/C hair off your cheek. Turquoise eyes, wise and filled with affection, met yours. Touya smiled, his long fingers tracing the contours of your face.

"Do you know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life?" he rasped, his voice carrying the remnants of a fading dream.

You nodded, recalling the numerous times he had expressed the same sentiment before.

"I mean it," Touya insisted. "I always thought Christian women were average, but you, my love, you're beyond beauty. You're a goddess. I can't take my eyes off you."

A soft smile played on your lips as you took his hand in yours, bringing it to your lips to kiss the place where scarred skin met healthy flesh.

Touya hummed, his gaze fixed on you. "I still can't comprehend why you love me. I held you captive. I ripped you out of your land. And I look like a monster."

Frowning, you moved, sitting up with a quilt pressed to your naked chest. "Stop it. You're not a monster in any way. Yes, our beginning was rough, but looking back, I am grateful you did it. There was nothing waiting for me there but an arranged marriage to some older man and a life of ordinary domesticity, taking care of kids and a homestead."

Touya grinned softly, his turquoise eyes holding a warmth that spoke of relief. "I'm happy you're not holding any grudges."

Shaking your head, you moved closer to him, laying your head against his scarred chest adorned with staples. "You're not only my lover. You're my best friend," you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his chest.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, fingers slowly rubbing the naked flesh, his quiet hum resonating within his chest with every breath he took. "So are you. You're the only one I trust."

Feeling his fingers lift your chin, you met his gaze before he pulled you even closer, brushing his slightly chapped lips against yours.

"Always," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Tilting your head, you looked at him quizzically. "Hmmm?"

"I'll always love you, no matter what," he declared, his words filled with a sincerity that lingered in the air.

Leaning in to kiss him again, you felt his arm, still wrapped around you, suddenly go limp. Frowning, you looked down at him, only to find a pool of blood where Touya, your beloved man, once lay. He vanished like a fleeting mist.

Your heart pounded within your chest, a sudden fear gripped you as you called his name with all your might. "Touya! Touya!!!"

The room darkened, as if happiness had fled through the window, replaced by an ominous void. A sudden, searing pain gripped your abdomen. Clutching your stomach, you clenched your teeth, hissing as the unbearable pain washed over you. Trembling with waves of agony, you began screaming, choking on your own tears. "Touya! Save me, please!"

And then, abruptly, you woke up, gasping for air, the vivid nightmare fading into the recesses of your mind.

You looked aside, your gaze settling on Shoto sleeping peacefully by your side, one hand slipped under his head.

A scornful glare crossed your features as you pondered the man who had used you so many times, who hadn't hesitated to raise both hand and voice at you, the man who forced you to become his concubine. It baffled you that he could sleep so soundly.

How could he find peace in slumber when his hands were stained with the blood of his own father and older brother? The memories of his mistreatment of Natsuo, treating him like a discarded piece of trash on a daily basis, flashed before your eyes. You couldn't comprehend how he managed to find solace in sleep, bearing the weight of so many innocent souls on his shoulders. He had killed his own warriors, loyal to his father, without a second thought. The toll on Skjaldvargr was evident, with the population dwindling by half in the past month alone.

Shoto's apparent solution, letting cutthroats and offscourings from other settlements live among his subjects, only fueled your frustration. The ease with which he dismissed the lives lost and the suffering inflicted upon his own people left you in disbelief. As you watched him sleep, a bitter taste filled your mouth, knowing that the man beside you was responsible for a cascade of pain and death that stained the land.

With a heavy sigh, you touched your round belly, feeling the slight kick from your unborn child. "Hush, hush, my sweet child," you whispered, a tinge of sadness adorning your voice. "It's okay, we're good."

The revelation of your pregnancy had shaken your world. Torn between love for the life growing beneath your heart and a deep loathing, your emotions were a tumultuous storm. Shoto, forcing you to lay with him shortly after you lost your innocence to Touya, clouded the paternity of the child. The uncertainty haunted you, and you couldn't be sure whose blood flowed through the veins of the little one.

Praying dearly to Freya, you wished the child belonged to Dabi, not Shoto. The complexities of your emotions were woven into the fabric of each whispered prayer, as you cradled the tiny life within you, caught in the tangled web of past choices and an uncertain future.

Shoto stirred by your side, slowly opening his mismatched eyes, casting you a cold glance. "Why are you not sleeping?" he asked with an air of indifference.

Rubbing your belly, you spared him a brief glance. "The baby was kicking," you lied.

With a growl, Shoto sat up and pushed your hand off your belly, replacing it with his own. He rubbed soothing circles around the bump. "It's okay, little one, daddy's here."

A gag reflex surged within you upon hearing those words. Excusing yourself, you pushed his hand off your tummy and swung your legs off the bed, slowly getting up. "I need fresh air," you said simply, wrapping a thick bear fur around your shoulders.

Shoto scoffed. "You should be resting, Y/N. If you don't want to care about yourself, that's fine. I couldn't care less. But my baby needs some peace. Don't be fucking long," he growled, laying his head back on the pillow.

Without another word, you left the room as you sought solace in the cool night air, the thick bear fur offering little comfort against the chill that now surrounded you.

The guards in the throne chamber greeted you with acknowledging nods as you passed by.

The night air was cold, and tiny snowflakes swirled on a chilly northern breeze as you made your way through the Great Hall.

With a heavy sigh, you rested your back against the wall of the longhouse, your breath visible in the cold air with each exhale. The silence of the night surrounded you until a familiar voice broke through.

"My lady? Are you okay?" The figure emerged from the shadows, and before you could see his face, you nodded.

"Yes, Keigo. It's okay."

"Shall I wake the earl up?" the blonde-haired man asked, finally stopping beside you.

You shook your head. "No. We just talked."

As much as you harbored resentment towards Hawks for blindly following all of Shoto's orders, you knew the young man didn't have much of a choice. Natsuo had shared stories with you. Hawks, being older than Shoto and one of Endeavor's most loyal warriors, spent a significant amount of time around the young prince. He taught Shoto how to wield an axe and sword, how to fight, and how to survive in the cruel world. Endeavor's lack of time for his own children made Shoto grow fond of his older "colleague," and vice versa.

"You can't sleep again?" he asked, noting the weariness in your eyes.

You nodded quietly, your expression revealing the traces of a restless night. "Yeah, another nightmare with Touya," you confessed softly.

At the mention of Touya's name, a wave of emotions washed over you, and a few tears rolled down your pale cheeks. In an effort to regain composure, you bit your own knuckle, a physical anchor against the overwhelming memories.

Hawks watched you with a heavy heart, his concern deepening. “My lady, maybe…”

You shook your head in response. "Keigo, can I ask you for a favor?" you asked him.

The blonde-haired man furrowed his brows upon hearing your words but nodded slowly.

"Keigo, can you take me to the place where Touya died?" you asked, your voice steady but carrying the weight of the emotions you had long suppressed.

Hawks looked at you, concern etched across his features and a slight frown crossing his forehead. "Why would you want to go there, my lady?"

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze. "I need closure, Keigo. For months, I've been haunted by the memories. I can't move on until I confront the reality of where it happened. I just... I just need to see this place. I want to pray there. I just... I just need it."

He sighed, realizing the depth of your pain. "Are you sure about this? It won't be easy, my lady, as the earl surely won't let you go."

You nodded, your eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and resolution. "I have to do this. It's the only way I'll find the closure I've been seeking for months."

Keigo stood before you, torn between his loyalty to his earl and the plea you bestowed upon him. The weight of your words seemed to reopen old wounds that he had long tried to bury. "I'll see what I can do, my lady," he finally said, nodding his head with a conflicted expression.

He left just like that, leaving you alone in the quiet night.

Alone, you rubbed your tummy softly, seeking solace in the warmth beneath your hand. "Save us, Freya," you whispered as you hoped for protection and guidance in the tumultuous journey that lay ahead. “Save us from Shoto.”

7 MONTHS EARLIER

When Touya woke up, all he could think of was pain. Unbearable, burning pain that seemed to spread all over his body, with a particular intensity in his legs, even though they mostly felt numb.

The first moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. Strange faces surrounded him, leaning down, their hands touching his face and shoulders. A potent herbal scent enveloped him, making him want to cough and vomit.

The women treating his wounds seemed a little scared, their eyes betraying a mix of apprehension and discomfort at his appearance. This made Touya not only feel uneasy but also fueled his desire to leave this unfamiliar place as soon as possible.

One day, when Touya awoke to find Earl Yagi Toshinorison by his bedside, he immediately understood his surroundings. He was in Toshinorison's settlement, known as Hvinverjadalr.

"It's good to see you awake," Earl Toshinorison greeted with a warm smile as he approached the young man lying in bed. "Are you feeling well today?"

Dabi, still recovering, looked up at the earl and responded with a hint of sorrow in his voice, "I feel pain, my lord. The wounds are healing, but it will take time."

Earl Toshinorison gazed sternly at Dabi, his eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and authority. He raised his hand, gesturing to the maids who were tidying the chamber. "Leave us," he ordered with a commanding tone.

The maids exchanged uneasy glances before hurriedly exiting the room, leaving the Earl and Dabi alone in the dimly lit chamber.

Silence lingered for a moment before Dabi broke it. "What happened?" he asked, his memory clouded with fragments of being sent north by his father, along with his younger brother and a contingent of warriors.

Earl Toshinorison, known for his calculating mind, cocked an eyebrow, considering Dabi's question. The earl regarded the injured man with a measured expression, his voice calm. "You were found by two of my warriors under a cliff, accompanied by the lifeless body of a massive wolf," he disclosed, his eyes studying the scarred features of the man before him.

The revelation hung in the air, a puzzle waiting to be solved. The details surrounding the scene raised Dabi's questions. "I... I don't remember..." he whispered.

"I need you to tell me everything you remember," the older man commanded, his voice firm yet tinged with curiosity.

Dabi, looking perplexed, met the earl's gaze. "The only thing I remember is being sent by my father north, along with my younger brother and our warriors, my lord."

The earl cocked an eyebrow, a calculated look in his eyes. "And who's your father?"

"Endeavor is my father."

Toshinorison jolted up from his chair, a frown crossing his forehead as he processed the unexpected revelation. "Endeavor? You're Endeavor's son?"

Dabi nodded solemnly. "I am. My name's Touya. I'm Endeavor's eldest son."

The revelation lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the room. The gravity of the truth seemed to echo through the walls.

Toshinorison sat back down, his gaze focused on Dabi's face as he spoke, "I'd never thought in my wildest dreams I'd have one of the most skilled warriors of Denmark under my roof." A soft smile played on the earl's lips, a genuine appreciation for the warrior's capabilities evident in his eyes.

Dabi nodded, acknowledging the earl's words. Gratitude shone in his eyes as he thanked Yagi. However, he wasted no time in getting to the pressing matter on his mind. "When will I be able to return back to my settlement?" he inquired, his tone a blend of eagerness and caution, uncertain of what the future held.

Earl Toshinorison looked down at Dabi, a solemn expression clouding his features. "Touya, your injuries are serious," he began, his voice carrying a weight of concern. "I won't allow you to leave until your body is fully healed."

Dabi met the earl's gaze, a mix of defiance and frustration in his eyes. "I appreciate the hospitality, my lord, but I've got responsibilities back at my settlement. I need to return."

The earl nodded understandingly. "I comprehend your predicament, but I cannot permit you to depart in such a state. Your health is of utmost importance. Once you're well, I'll personally ensure you're escorted safely back to your settlement."

Dabi's scowl deepened, but he couldn't deny the genuine concern in the earl's eyes. "And how long is that going to take?"

Toshinorison sighed, his gaze unwavering. "As long as it takes, Touya. I won't risk your life by sending you out prematurely. Your well-being is my priority now. With broken legs that would take several months to heal."

Dabi's frustration erupted. "A few months?!" he exclaimed, sitting up with a grunt, his face contorted with pain. "I don't have that much time, my lord. They must've thought I died."

Earl Toshinorison gently pushed the scarred man's shoulder, compelling him to lay back down. "Easy. I promise I'll send an envoy to let your people and father know you're alive," the older man reassured. "But, as I said, you need to stay with us a little longer. Once you'll be able to walk, I'll admit my best warriors to help you regain your fighting prowess."

Dabi nodded gratefully as earl Yagi got up. "Thank you, my lord."

Earl Toshinorison smiled faintly, nodding his head before he exited the chamber, leaving Dabi alone with his thoughts.

It took Hawks a few days to set everything in motion for the trip with you. The blonde-haired Viking hesitated to bring it up with his earl, struggling to find the courage.

Fortunately, the situation became more manageable when Shoto departed to meet earl Gizzor, who resided in the northern part of Sweden.

This afforded Hawks the opportunity to make the necessary arrangements without drawing undue attention to your impending journey.

Natsuo attempted to dissuade you from the idea, expressing concern about the risk involved in such a trip given your advanced stage of pregnancy. However, you were adamant and chose not to heed his advice.

One afternoon, the thralls assisted you in donning warm clothes, while Natsuo helped Keigo prepare a horse – a stallion that had once belonged to Touya.

"Don't try anything," Endeavorson snarled quietly, ensuring the proper placement of a snaffle on the stallion.

Keigo frowned at the younger man. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"I don't trust you," Natsuo replied, his expression tense. "I expect you to take good care of Y/N during this trip."

"Of course I will," Keigo retorted, his brow furrowed. "I serve the earl as best as I can."

"Of course, you do," Natsuo growled, his gaze intense. "If a single hair falls off her head..."

"Then what, my lord?" Keigo asked, his tone challenging. "What will you do?"

"I'll kill you." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the seriousness of the responsibility Keigo now carried for your safety.

Keigo scoffed and casually walked closer to Natsuo. "Don't forget, my lord, that earl Shoto ordered me to take care of his concubine," he reminded with a wry tone. "So, do not fret, she's under good care."

As Keigo delivered his reassurance, you left the longhouse and headed towards the stable, where you found the men. "I'm ready," you announced, a sense of determination in your voice as you prepared for whatever lay ahead.

Keigo assisted you onto the horse, ensuring you were comfortable in the saddle. Soon, he mounted his own mare, a skilled rider at ease with his steed.

Natsuo walked over to you, his touch soft as he stroked your knee. "Be careful, Y/N. Stay close to him," he urged, casting a glance towards Keigo.

The hawk-eyed warrior, however, shook his head disapprovingly, silently expressing his disagreement with Natsuo's wry comment.

You nodded at Natsuo, promising to stay out of trouble.

Endeavorson acknowledged with a subtle nod and moved aside.

Hawks took the reins, urging his horse forward, and you followed closely behind.

The ride stretched across nearly two days, each passing hour marked by your repeated requests to halt. The biting cold gnawed at your bones, and bouts of dizziness swept over you, making it challenging to endure the relentless journey. The unforgiving weather seemed determined to test your resilience, forcing frequent pauses as you battled against the elements.

The landscape unfolded before you in a blur, a monotonous panorama of snow-covered terrain and desolate wilderness. The horses pressed on, their breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. The repetitive rhythm of hooves against the frozen ground echoed the weariness that settled in your bones.

Each break served as a temporary respite from the relentless cold, a chance to regain your bearings before the journey resumed.

The trip passed mostly in silence, a thick tension hanging in the air. You found yourself at a loss for words, unsure of what to tell Hawks. There were things you assumed he knew, things you suspected he did, and the unspoken assumptions lingered between you like a heavy fog.

The rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves filled the air as Hawks finally mustered the courage to breach the unspoken divide. "How is it between you and earl Shoto?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chilly silence.

You glanced at him, the weight of the unspoken hanging in the air. "Complicated," you replied, choosing a word that barely scratched the surface of the intricate web of emotions.

Hawks raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and concern in his gaze. "Complicated how?"

You scoffed at his question, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "Are you seriously asking me how it is with him? You well know how. He's ruthless, and it doesn't change when we're alone. No, instead, he's even worse than when we're around people. I know he doesn't care about me. All he cares about is power and the fact I might be pregnant with his child. If it turns out it's Touya's, I'm sure he'll order his men to kill me and the child. So, nothing good is awaiting me," your voice carried a heavy burden of sorrow. "Even if the child is his, I'm sure he'll take the kid away from me and exile me," you added, resignation coating your words. "Either way, I'm fucked up, Takami."

He nodded thoughtfully, the lines on his face deepening. "I see."

The quiet lingered again, the horses' hooves maintaining a steady rhythm. The unspoken truths hovered in the air.

Hawks finally stopped his horse and dismounted.

Your horse halted as well, and Keigo, with a silent understanding, moved to assist you off its back.

Hawks pointed his chin north, indicating a small prominence in the distance. "It's there," he said, gesturing with a subtle nod. Without further words, he began walking in that direction, and you followed, the crunching of snow beneath your boots filling your ears.

Hawks stopped at the top of a small hill, near a cliff. "That's where he fell," he explained, his gaze fixed on the spot below.

You hesitated, feeling the strength drain from your knees as you slowly approached the edge. As you looked down, the world seemed to blur, and a wave of emotions crashed over you, a mix of fear and sorrow.

Hawks reacted swiftly, rushing to you with concern etched on his face. He wrapped his hands around your frame, providing support and shielding you from the potential of falling.

The warmth of his touch and the protective embrace offered a fleeting sense of security amid the storm of uncertainties that surrounded you.

“Y/N,” Hawks whispered quietly. “Do you want to sit down?”

You shook your head, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. "I can't, Keigo... How... how could that have happened?" you asked him, your voice choked with disbelief as you clutched his forearm. "He is... he was a great warrior..." Strong sobs shook your body, the weight of the loss pressing down on you like an unbearable burden.

As you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks, he felt the weight of your grief and the burden of his past deeds pressing on him. The realization of the consequences of his actions began to dawn on him, and he started to rethink the choices that led to this moment. A somber silence settled between you, echoing the heaviness of the loss and the reevaluation of past decisions in the cold air.

You slowly sank down to your knees, not minding the cold snow beneath you. Pressing your hands to your heart, you gasped for air, the freezing wind ruffling your Y/H/C hair. "I know I shouldn't be crying over a man who ripped me off my land, but I forgave him long ago, and I love him so dearly... I forever will," you whined, the weight of conflicting emotions pulling at your chest as grief and love intertwined in a tangled dance. "I just wish I could tell him how much he means to me... to us," you added, gently rubbing your baby bump. With an empty gaze, you looked into the white void surrounding you. "I don't exist without him. I don't want to live without him." The words carried a profound ache, echoing the depths of your love and the fear of a future without the one who had become an integral part of your existence.

"Y/N..." Hawks whispered, placing his reassuring hand to your shoulder. "We should go back."

You looked at Hawks, your eyes demanding answers. "What happened here, Keigo?" you asked directly, the urgency and concern evident in your tone. "I know... I just feel in my bones you're not honest with me."

Hawks hesitated, reluctance painted across his features. "It was nothing," he replied vaguely, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Nothing?" you scoffed, frustration lacing your words. "You can't just stand by and watch Shoto destroy your settlement. Are you blind, Hawks? Blind to the destruction he causes, the lives he ruins?" The disappointment in your voice was palpable. "I may not be one of you, I'm a foreigner, that's true, but even to me, Skjaldvargr became home, and it truly hurts to witness it sinking under the spearheading of Shoto. Keigo, we need to stop him," you dared to say through sobs, raising your head to look into the man's golden eyes.

You saw Keigo hesitating, and deep inside, you sensed that a part of him agreed with your words. However, he remained silent.

Lowering your head, hot tears gouged trails in your pale cheeks, falling to the frozen ground beneath you. "He's going to get rid of us all once he doesn't find a purpose for us anymore. Mark my words," you whispered, the weight of your foreboding sinking into the cold, silent air.

Keigo suddenly opened up, his usual guarded demeanor faltering for a moment. "Look, Y/N, it's not that I can't see the destruction. It's just... I'm bound by loyalty. Loyalty to Shoto, even to his father Endeavor, may Allfather let his soul rest. As a warrior, it's not easy to defy the orders of those you've sworn allegiance to. I've known Shoto for a long time, since he was a little child, and I watched him grow. He's a fierce leader, a warrior of unmatched skill. And I swear to my life that I'll protect him." He sighed, conflicted emotions evident in his eyes. "But I do see your point. I can't ignore the destruction, the pain he's causing. It's tearing me apart too."

You slowly got up, looking up at the warrior. "Keigo," you whispered, your voice filled with a newfound understanding. "At first, I thought you were just a dumb marionette in the hands of Shoto, and I hated you with every fiber of my being. But now, I understand. There's only one way you can be freed, and that's by defeating Shoto. Do you think that's what Endeavor would want for his people, for his home?"

Keigo lowered his head, a heavy sigh escaping him. "Y/N, I've questioned my loyalty before, but it's not that simple. Defeating Shoto would mean betraying everything I've known, the code I've lived by. It's not just about me; it's about the years of service, the bonds forged in battles. But," he hesitated, glancing at you, "I can't ignore the destruction he's causing."

You looked up at him with sparks of hope in your eyes. "We need to do something. I don't ask you to stab him in the back. All I ask of you is not to stand in my way when I finally get a plan."

Keigo shook his head, and after a heavy sigh, and a moment of silence, he nodded, a subtle agreement to support your efforts.

You rubbed his shoulder gently. "Thank you for showing your true self, Takami," you expressed, a subtle gratitude in your touch. Glancing back above your shoulder, you shivered, not only from the overwhelming cold but also from the uneasy feeling building within your gut. "Let's get back home, shall we?"

Keigo nodded, and you both slowly descended the little hill.

However, you suddenly stopped. "Can you wait by the horses? I want to make a prayer," you asked, looking at him earnestly.

He agreed with a solemn nod, giving you the space you needed for your moment of reflection.

You found yourself in a white void, tiny snowflakes swirling in the cold breeze all around you. As you began to pray, your words were carried away by the frigid wind. "Oh, Allfather, hear my plea," you whispered, your voice merging with the stillness of the snowy expanse. "Grant my beloved Touya the rest among his ancestors in Valhalla. May he find solace and honor in the halls of the fallen warriors. Allfather," you continued, the words escaping your lips in the icy stillness, "grant Touya and Endeavor a reunion among the hallowed halls of your kingdom. Let them feast among the brave warriors, reunited in the afterlife. May their spirits know peace and camaraderie beyond the troubles of this world. I beseech you, Allfather, heed this prayer and let their souls find solace, together."

Your gaze shifted to the heavens. "Freya, goddess of love and guidance, lend me your strength. Guide me through the tumultuous path ahead. Even though I used to be a Christian, I am willing to pay with my life if needed. I believe in the power of your wisdom and protection. Help me, guide me, as I navigate the challenges that lay ahead. In your names, I find strength and solace."

With that, you let the silent void envelop you once more, the cold winds carrying your earnest plea into the vast expanse of the unknown.

Keigo waited for you and walked you back to the horses. With a gentle assist, he helped you mount Dabi's stallion, and soon, the rhythmic beat of hooves echoed as you headed back home.

The wind howled through the icy landscape, biting into the skin of Bakugo and Kirishima as they sat outside their hut.

Suddenly Bakugo scoffed loudly, his eyes fixed on a figure limping through the dirt path towards the longhouse of earl Toshinorison.

The man, using wooden crutches, struggled with each step, pain etched across his scarred face.

Bakugo's disdain was evident in his voice. "Tsk! Look at that cripple! He's not even able to walk without wincing like a pathetic bitch."

Kirishima shot his friend a sharp look and retaliated by throwing a tiny rock in his direction. "Quit it, Bakugo. He's not a cripple, and stop calling him names. He's Endeavorson, one of the best warriors of our times. That's not manly, calling someone names just because they're facing a tough time. It's only been three months since we found him, and he's already escaped death, man. Give him time," Kirishima huffed, turning his attention back to polishing his battle axe.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you fall in love with him, huh, shitty hair?"

Kirishima shot him another glare. "Quit it, I said."

"Or what, idiot?!" Bakugo raised his voice, challenging his friend.

Kirishima rose from his spot, attaching his axe to his thick, leather belt. "Or I won't let you sleep near the fireplace tonight, man."

"Oi! Don't get offended at me just because of some stranger, Kirishima!" Bakugo retorted, but the red-haired man paid him no mind. Determination gleamed in Kirishima's eyes as he made his way towards the man walking with crutches.

"Hey," Kirishima called out, his voice cutting through the icy air. "How are you feeling, Endeavorson?" There was a genuine concern in his eyes, a stark contrast to the disdain Bakugo had shown earlier. Kirishima's approach was both unexpected and kind, catching Touya off guard.

Touya, unused to such warmth, stopped in his tracks, wooden crutches supporting his weakened frame. He looked at the red haired, tall man, surprise mingled with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "I... I'm fine," he mumbled, unsure of how to respond to someone who wasn't avoiding him or hurling insults.

Kirishima didn't seem deterred by Touya's guarded response. Instead, he persisted, "No need to act tough. We," he pointed his head to the blonde haired man sitting near a little hut, "found you under those snowy cliffs, barely hanging on. Must've been a tough journey, huh? How's the healing going? You're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?"

Touya blinked, the concern in Kirishima's words sinking in. A small, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he replied, "It's been... challenging. But I appreciate your concern. Not many here bother to ask how I'm doing, but I understand. They're afraid of me."

Kirishima nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Well, we're not all heartless. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he smiled. "So were you able to remind yourself what happened on that cliff, man?"

Touya's gaze flickered with a mix of gratitude and hesitation as he continued to walk, Kirishima keeping pace beside him. The snowy landscape seemed to stretch endlessly, mirroring the uncertainties that clouded Touya's memory. "I... I've been trying," Touya confessed, his voice carrying the weight of the struggle. "But it's all foggy, like trying to grasp onto a dream slipping through your fingers, you know? I remember the biting cold, the shadows, and then... nothing. It's frustrating."

Kirishima nodded understandingly, his rugged features softened with empathy. "Must've been a hell of an ordeal. But you made it out alive, and that counts for something, right?"

Touya offered a faint smile, appreciating Kirishima's attempt to find a silver lining. "Yeah, it does. I'm grateful for the second chance, even if the details are elusive. Maybe with time, the memories will piece themselves together."

Touya's gaze lingered on the vast, snowy expanse, contemplating the unknown that lay ahead.

Kirishima, sensing Touya's internal struggle, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We're here for you, Endeavorson. Whatever you're going through, you don't have to face it alone," Kirishima spoke with sincerity. "I most likely won't understand fully what you're going through, but you have a friend in me."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the unexpected ally by his side.

The path to the longhouse was accompanied by a comfortable silence, broken only by the crunch of their footsteps on the dirt path.

Kirishima decided to broach a topic he had heard from Earl Yagi. "Hey, Touya," Kirishima began, a curious glint in his eyes. "I heard from earl Yagi that you were eager to depart as soon as you woke up. What's the rush?"

Touya's gaze shifted, his expression momentarily distant as he recalled the urgency that had fueled his desire to leave. "Yeah," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "My family... they must've thought I died. I just wanted to see them again, let them know I'm alive."

Kirishima's grin widened, sensing there might be more to the story. "Is it just about family, or is there a special someone waiting for you, too?"

Touya's cheeks tinged with a subtle blush, and he averted his gaze. "Well, there is someone. I want to see her again."

Kirishima chuckled heartily, clapping Touya on the back. "Ah, love! Now it makes sense. A man's got priorities, that's so manly! You're not alone in wanting to reunite with your loved one. We all have something or someone worth fighting for."

Touya's embarrassment transformed into a bashful smile, appreciating Kirishima's understanding.

The imposing structure of the Great Hall loomed ahead, its massive doors beckoning them forward. Kirishima came to a stop, turning to face Touya with a determined expression. "Just so you know," Kirishima began, his voice carrying a tone of sincerity, "I and my best friend Bakugo, that forever-offended blonde you saw earlier, were assigned to help you regain your prowess in fighting once your legs work well again. And just don't mind Bakugo, he has an awful personality, but he's a great and skilled warrior."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the information and the support he was receiving in this unfamiliar place. "Thank you, Kirishima. I appreciate the help."

As they approached the heavy doors of the Great Hall, Kirishima stepped forward, taking the initiative to open them for Touya. The creaking hinges echoed through the hall as the doors swung open, revealing the grandeur within.

"Go ahead," Kirishima gestured, a courteous smile on his face. "Take your time. And you can call me Eijiro or Red Riot, whatever suits you better."

Touya nodded again, his gratitude evident in his turquoise eyes. He slowly made his way inside, the warmth of the hall a stark contrast to the cold exterior.

Kirishima remained at the entrance, waiting patiently until Touya had safely entered the hall. "Good luck in there," Kirishima offered a parting wish, his voice filled with genuine encouragement. "And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're here for you."

With that, Kirishima bid farewell to Touya and turned to go about his duties, leaving the Great Hall behind him.

The heavy doors closed with a resounding thud, enveloping Touya in the welcoming embrace of the earl's domain.

Earl Toshinorison, immersed in the weight of his responsibilities, looked up from the documents as he noticed Touya entering the room. A warm smile played on his lips, and he beckoned for Touya to join him. "Oh, Touya, come here, come here," earl Yagi greeted, his voice carrying a sense of camaraderie.

Touya, despite the lingering pain in his legs, slowly made his way to a long table and took a seat on a wooden chair with a heavy sigh. "Any news from the envoy, my lord?" Touya inquired, his tone laced with concern. "Forgive me for asking about this repeatedly, but it's already been several days, and we haven't heard from them yet."

Earl Yagi placed a paper on the table and set the metal stylus aside, giving Endeavorson a knowing glance. "You're impatient, son. I'm sure we'll hear from them soon. Don't forget your settlement is nearly four days away from here," he reminded, attempting to assuage Touya's worries.

Despite the reassurance, an unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling lingered within Touya whenever he thought about his home. He hoped for the well-being of everyone there, especially Shoto, praying that he had managed to escape the looming threat they apparently faced together. And then there was you, his beloved woman, whose name rolled off Touya's lips every relentless night.

Touya nodded in acknowledgment of earl Yagi's words, yet the unease persisted. The distant wait for news from his homeland weighed heavily on him, and the yearning for assurance about the safety and happiness of those he left behind lingered like a shadow in the depths of his thoughts.

Shortly after returning from your journey with Hawks, you began feeling unwell.

A day later, Shoto returned from his own trip, only to find you in considerable pain, experiencing contractions.

The burden of sorrow and sadness weighed heavily on you, prompting an untimely and challenging childbirth.

You lay on the bed in earl Shoto's room, the sheets already stained with your blood and tears. The midwives bustled around you, their faces etched with concern. The pain was unbearable, like a thousand knives stabbing you with each contraction. You screamed, the sound echoing through the room.

Shoto paced back and forth near the bed, his face contorted with worry. "Help her!" he screamed at the thralls, his voice filled with pure rage. "Help her or I'll hang you by the dawn!"

They scurried to your side, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth. The pain was indescribable, a searing, burning sensation that threatened to consume you.

Shoto's face was pale as he watched the scene unfold. He glanced between your legs, his eyes widening at the sight of blood and gore.

Shoto's eyes darted away, an involuntary reaction to a scene that was unbearable even for someone who had witnessed his fair share of hardships. The weight of the sights he had seen in the past seemed to pale in comparison to what lay before him now. "Do something! She's in pain!" he roared.

"Push, my lady," one of the midwives urged, her voice gentle but firm. "You need to push!"

You bore down, your body shaking with the effort. You could feel the baby's head crowning, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. You gritted your teeth and pushed. You had never felt pain like this before, but you knew it would all be worth it in the end. "I... Can't..." you whimpered, your head rolling back to the pillows.

"Again, push now," the midwife said, her voice soothing. "You're doing great, my lady. Just a little bit more, and the baby will be here, my lady."

You pushed once more, using all of your strength, feeling the baby slip from your body, and you screamed in pain again.

The midwives rushed to clean the baby, their faces alight with joy. "It's a boy," one of them said, and you felt a surge of love and happiness as the first tears rolled down your flushed cheeks.

But your pain was far from over. The afterbirth needed to be delivered, and the contractions continued to rack your body. You screamed, the sound primal and raw.

Shoto's face was a mask of worry, but he remained silent, knowing that there was nothing he could do to ease your pain.

The midwives worked quickly, delivering the afterbirth and cleaning you up. The pain slowly began to subside, leaving you exhausted but relieved.

Shoto approached the midwife who was holding the newborn. After the baby was cleaned, it was passed to the young earl. He scoffed loudly, growing angry upon seeing a white down on the little boy's head and the pair of perfectly turquoise eyes slowly opening from time to time. "Fuck," Shoto growled with anger.

You begged the midwife to pass you the baby, and she took the baby from Shoto after he passed it with anger.

The baby was placed to your chest, and you slowly stroked the little head. It was Touya's child. Shoto's anger was now painfully clear.

You hesitated to meet Shoto's gaze, apprehensive of the storm brewing within him. His face was etched with pure rage, and for a moment, you feared his reaction.

Shoto, after a moment of tense silence, finally spoke, his voice cold and measured. "I should expect you to bear my deceased brother's child," he stated, his eyes locked onto yours. “Pathetic whore.”

As you glanced at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty, Shoto's expression softened slightly, yet you noticed a twisted grimace curling his lips. "However," he continued, "I'll raise this boy as my own son. Once you recover from childbirth, we'll lay together again. And again. And again. I'll ensure you give me my own heir."

You trembled at Shoto's words, the mere thought of having to lay with him again sending a cold shiver down your spine. The weight of his expectations, the complex emotions surrounding the situation, and the uncertainty of your future left you paralyzed.

Before you could manage a reply, Shoto simply left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness in his wake. His parting words, a sharp and indifferent command to his thralls, hung in the air. "Clean that fucking mess."

You looked down at the crying baby nestled in your arms, his tiny features a poignant reminder of the complex emotions swirling within you. Gently, you pressed a tender kiss on the tiny forehead, feeling the warmth of your affection seep into the fragile being. "My little boy. My beautiful boy," you whispered, your voice a mixture of love, gratitude, and a tinge of sorrow. The tear that rolled down your cheek bore witness to the intricate tapestry of emotions woven into this moment.

With a heartfelt sincerity, you turned your gaze skyward and silently thanked Freya, the goddess who had guided you through this tumultuous journey. Gratitude filled your heart for the gift of Touya's son, a precious life that now depended on your love and care.

In the quiet moments that followed, the room seemed to echo with the soft cries of the newborn, a testament to the fragility and resilience of life. As you cradled the baby close, you vowed to navigate the challenges ahead with the same strength and determination that had brought you to this moment. And in the stillness of the room, you found solace in the love that already bloomed between you and the tiny soul entrusted to your care.

Meanwhile, Shoto sat heavily on the throne in the grand throne chamber, the weight of recent events evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. The air in the room seemed thick with tension as he grappled with the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

Hawks, having learned from the guards that the child had been born, stepped into the chamber cautiously. "My lord?" he inquired, bowing respectfully to Shoto.

The red-and-white-haired earl glanced at his most trusted warrior, his expression a mix of frustration and agitation. "It's his," Shoto snarled, the words escaping his lips with a venomous edge. "He won't stop hounding me, even from the afterlife."

Hawks, recognizing the gravity of Shoto's words, remained silent for a moment, his keen eyes studying the earl's troubled demeanor.

"Is that Odin trying to punish me for my deeds? Apparently, the past never dies," Shoto's voice cut through the somber air, a question directed more to the invisible forces than to anyone present in the room. His mismatched eyes remained fixed on some distant point, as if seeking answers in the unseen. "All I ever wanted was to make Skjaldvargr strong like never before, so everyone would fear us," Shoto continued, his voice carrying a mix of determination and introspection.

As the room absorbed his words, Shoto's thoughts seemed to wander into the realm of self-doubt. "Maybe I made a mistake letting Touya die? Killing my father?" he whispered, the words almost lost in the echoes of his inner turmoil. A moment later, he shook his head, as if attempting to dispel the doubts that threatened to take root. "No. All these decisions were good."

Before the heavy silence could stretch further, a guard interrupted, stepping into the room with news. "My lord, an envoy from Hvinverjadalr pleads to see you."

Shoto's frown deepened, exchanging glances with Hawks, who maintained his silent vigil. With a reluctant nod, the earl acknowledged the envoy's request, setting aside the internal struggle for the time being to face the external challenges that awaited him in the form of the visiting envoy.

The guards led the older man into the throne chamber, where he was forced to kneel before Shoto, the earl of Skjaldvargr. Shoto, in a gesture of casual indifference, rested his chin on his hand, which was propped against an armrest of his bespangled throne, his mismatched eyes keenly observing the envoy.

The older man bowed respectfully and identified himself as an envoy from Hvinverjadalr, bearing a message from Earl Toshinorison.

Shoto's expression tightened slightly at the mention of the earl's name. All Might, known by that call sign, was a formidable adversary of Shoto's deceased father, Endeavor.

"What message are you bringing to us?" Shoto inquired, his tone measured and unwavering.

The envoy bowed once more before revealing the content of the message. "Our earl wants to let you know your brother, Touya Endeavorson, is well and alive in our settlement."

Shoto's eyes widened slowly, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The news was like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping away the hopes of his carefully crafted plans to turn true. A mix of disbelief and hope flickered in Shoto's mismatched eyes, and for a moment, the throne chamber seemed suspended in a profound silence as the implications of this unexpected revelation unfolded. “Is that so?” he ground his question out.

The envoy nodded his head, offering an explanation for the delayed revelation. "We didn't let you know earlier, my lord, as Touya was in a very serious health condition. Thankfully, Allfather helped him to survive and slowly regain his health."

Shoto's gaze shifted to Hawks, the unspoken understanding between them echoing in the charged silence.

Hawks felt his heart quicken within his chest, a mix of surprise and worry coursing through his veins. The news, while unexpected, carried a glimmer of hope, a flicker of a possibility Hawks hadn't dared to entertain until now. Perhaps Y/N words were prophetic?

Shoto's features remained composed, but the intensity in his mismatched eyes betrayed the emotions churning beneath the surface.

Shoto, with practiced ease, managed to summon a smile that did not reach his mismatched eyes. "Thank you for the news," he said, his tone wryly polite. The revelation about Touya's survival had stirred a tempest of conflicting emotions within him, and Shoto struggled to conceal the storm behind a veneer of civility. He leaned back into his throne, feigning casual interest. "Did my brother share any details about what happened?" Shoto inquired, a facade of genuine concern in his voice.

The envoy shook his head, "No, my lord. Touya doesn't remember much."

Shoto's grin, though slight, carried a complexity of emotions. It was a bittersweet acknowledgment, for while Touya's survival brought threat to all of Shoto's plans, the memory loss shielded him from the painful truth of Shoto's involvement in the events that had transpired.

"And for that wonderful news, you deserve a reward," Shoto declared, a saccharine smile playing on his lips. His gaze shifted to a guard, and with a small nod, the envoy's fate was sealed.

In a swift, merciless motion, the guard slit the envoy's throat, and the dying man was unceremoniously pushed onto the stone floor. The chamber echoed with the grotesque sounds of a life seeping away.

Shoto nodded at his guards, his demeanor betraying little emotion. "Clean the mess and dispose of the body," he ordered, rising from the throne.

Hawks approached the earl, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What are you planning to do now, my lord?" he inquired, his tone laced with a sense of anticipation.

Shoto regarded him with a pointed look, his expression unyielding. "We are preparing for war," he declared, his voice carrying a resolute edge. "I won't allow our people to rally behind Touya. The truth of his survival will inevitably surface, that much is certain. So, we'll take the initiative. We'll inform them that my eldest brother, dear as he may be, has chosen to form an alliance with our notorious adversary, Toshinorison. It will serve as a perfect pretext to launch an attack on Hvinverjadalr, and sever the head of my beloved brother for his betrayal."

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Hi! May I please have a ship for Marvel, My Hero Acadameia, Vikings, and Peaky Blinders? I’m 5’7, dark hair and dark eyes. I’m extroverted and very fun and silly around my friends. I’m pretty professional in my job/school and I take things I’m passionate about pretty seriously. I get bored easily but when I enjoy something I tend to throw myself into it and learn as much about it as possible. I like to work out and stay in shape but I’m also very big into reading, writing, and music. Thank you!

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I ship you with:

MARVEL - STEVE ROGERS, CAPTAIN AMERICA

steve is like an old man period thats his life but you are like this party animal. you love to take him out to the city and love to drink with him. you want to see cap turn into either a candy stripper or a crazy political sexy mad man. you always want to see him get out of his box and go crazy. he usually ends up listening to you and getting super drunk where you have to pull his as* back home or he smiles seeing you go silly and being a goofball. he loves to work out so when you go with him you both try to outdo one another. you try to go faster than him but i mean hes a super soldier but he always lets you win. you teach him all the weird modern movies. you tell him and teach him all about the modern life the modern dances and social media. he loves when you take selfies of him and you especially together. you listen intently when he tells you about the war and his life back then. he loves how serious your face gets and you become fully enraptured and you listen and take it all in and you are interested which means so much to steve. he likes how serious you are with missions and avengers, the state of humanity means so much to him so when it means a lot to you he finds it very attractive. he likes how open you are to so many things.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA - SHOTO TODOROKI

likes your height a lot and he is always staring at you. he likes how youre always smiling and you find the good in life and you are passionate about school and he likes that you try to learn every bodies powers. he is so quiet especially when it comes to talking about you so you bring out things in him that no one else has. he likes to make mini ice sculptures for you. your so ecstatic to learn about his powers that you make him freeze up ice cream and make him heat up your ramen. he sees your like good in everything. you are sometimes bored of studying and stuff so shoto helps you with school and he likes to chill in your room and lay on your lap or near you. he gets mesmerized by your looks. he likes to play with your hair when you are writing or reading. you dance to your music and he just sits and watches you dance because he is a tsundere and he aint about that life. sees how passionate you are about life and school and that matters a lot to him and he can see that you are serious about this life and that you want this just as much as he does and he can seriously relate and it means a lot to him.

VIKINGS - IVAR RAGNARSON

ok ok ok ivar is crazy i know but he hot sorry ok hi...ivar is like that creepy quiet kid that stares at you alllll the time. he stares at you ALL THE TIME! he tries to show you hes intimidating and not to be messed with but you are goofy and do not take him seriously and you tease him. he hates that he cant show you what a true man looks like because he is a crippled but you love him. likes how tough you look and that you dont care what people think you are going to be genuine and yourself, silly and goofy. when no one is looking ivar also gets fun and wild with you especially when he had his cart. he thinks you are probably the smartest person aside from him on this earth. he likes that you try to go forward and farther into creating things to go more smart in the future. you create machinery and are serious in learning new things. ivar though gets into like a shy boi when he is around you. you are somebody that has fun with life and enjoys your friends and he is so stuck up scared and stressed out. you make him see a different side to himself and life. you make life seem fun and with you he does always have fun. you make him smile and laugh.

PEAKY BLINDERS - THOMAS SHELBY

tommy is more serious while youre fun and jumpy. you are super into your job which tommy can relate to. sometimes needs your help with writing important papers or just letters. loves to take you on dates and love that you can handle the tough life and make it a great time. his brothers love you. OUR BOI TOMMY THO KNOWS HOW TO DANCE!!! so he always take you out to dance especially to your favorite music. he loves how close you two get. he just cant get enough of you and makes sure he has his eye on you and protects you so he makes sure that his brothers protect you and the rest of the peaky blinders. also tommy likes how tall you are. he likes when you learn about his interests. his kids love you. he just loves your smile and attitude towards life. youre the happiness in his dark depressing dirty world. he is grateful you have entered into his life and he never wants to let you go.

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Part 6, please see the master list here for synopsis and warnings. Enjoy the Viking Bakugou

Time passes as winter begins to thaw. The days get a bit longer and you grow thinner. Bakugou still parades you about, the long hours the two of you are forced to spend together weighs heavy on your patience and his – especially since he has no outlet.

And you lived to attempt to break him as he did you.

But maybe during an important round table meeting wasn't the right time to pluck his nerves. He just made it so easy.

"And the Gifted's health has improved?" His blood eyes glued to Kirishima who affirms.

"Yes, she is even gaining back weight but she still paints all hours of the night. I've….I've brought some completed canvas in hopes you'll allow her sister to explain any symbolism I may be ignorant to. Shoto is keeping a close eye on her now." Kirishima gives you a worried look as your face sours. You answer before Bakugou can even open his mouth.

"Or I could see her." You shift your weight on his lap uncomfortably, trying to drop his possessive hand from your thigh. Ever since that night almost two months he's kept you on an even tighter leash.

"She keeps repeating a sentence as well" Kirishima stumbles over it's pronunciation but repeats it until his thunderous and soothing voice sounds it out clearly.

"She is saying 'where is my sister'."

"Convenient." Bakugou hisses behind you. Gripping at your thigh in warning to keep your mouth shut. A tick forms in your jaw as the rest of the council feels the tension growing. He reaches for the canvas and flips them over to see. He squeezes your thigh even tighter as you both look over the paintings.

Haunting things, of the Ancient One possessing your sister, of him aging Dahlia as he did your mother while he laughs in the background. Of his eyes piercing the night and finally of you.

With your back towards the viewer as his shadowy hand is on your shoulder. Mass graves are in the foreground.

Only a war inked hand reaches out from under the bodies.

"I will see my sister now, pig." You attempt to rise but Bakugou keeps you pressed against him, hand flying to your throat squeezing so tight it may bruise.

"I gave you a warning earlier, that if you spoke out of turn, I'd stuff that pretty mouth. You've done it twice now." He growls into your ear. "I keep my word. On your knees."

Your heart races as you look around the table, no one makes a move, they hardly breathe.

"I said on your knees, thrall." He laces his fingers into your hair yanking you to the floor. As you try to jerk away your head hits the table before he forces your face into the crotch of his pants. His display of power over you must arouse him as you feel his dick twitch. Shamefully a burning starts in your core.

"Leave me to teach my spoil a lesson." He commands and soon the scraping of chairs indicates they have obeyed. He fights you and the string of his pants as he frees himself. His cock springs free before he grabs onto it, smearing the wet tip across your mouth.

"Come on, open up." He growls, pulling your hair and making you whine. It is then he slips it in. Bucking his hips forcing the tip to hit the back of your throat causing you to gag and your nose to be buried into a tuft of ash blonde hair. Already your jaw burns as your eyes tear up. Gagging over and over as he pushes himself into the back of your throat.

"You're such a good treasure when your mouth is stuffed with my cock." He purrs, groaning as you claw at his thighs. Angry at yourself more than him as you rub your thighs together. Not understanding how this brute could fill you with need. Suddenly you remember a small piece of advice your aunt told you and your sister not too long ago. When the rumors of raids were circling the village she said there was power in making a man cum instead of just allowing him to use you. That to steal his heart would insure your survival.

So by the Goddess Desire you were going to make him wish he let you suffocate in that wet sand. Adjusting your jaw and relaxing your throat you begin to bob your head along his thick length enjoying the groans that left his mouth as his grip on your hair loosened.

Enjoying his groans so much so, that your slick begins to stick to your skirts he forced you to wear since it was starting to warm up. So he could feel your heat when you sat on his lap.

Bakugou flings his head back, groaning loudly as he pants out.

"I knew you were a whore but… fuck." He can hardly speak, hardly think as your pouty lips suck him in. Hollowed out cheeks and tugging on his sac to catch his eye. The look of you is sinful and he catches the way you move your thighs, adjusting your hips. He is salivating at the thought of how wet you are, of enjoying yourself as you gag on his cock. You speed up, clawing at his thighs and even snaking your hand beneath his shirt as you rake your nails down his abs. The sensation is causing his cock to twitch in your mouth and it feels so sinful that you moan loudly – and Bakugou loves the sound.

He tries to pull you off of him so he can hold off on spilling his seed. But you force yourself back down, gagging yourself on his length, drool collecting on his pubic bone as it drips from your chin.

"Fuck, Princess…" He growls, rutting up once as hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. You suckle on him, and when he jerks with over stimulation, you suck harder. Finally, he pulls you from his cock, his cheeks red and eyes at half mast. He kisses you fiercely before slamming you onto the dark oak wood. Pushing your skirts up to your natural waist. When he sees your thighs glistening with slick he whimpers. It makes your cunt clench painfully around nothing. He pushes your legs apart, keeping them in a bruising grip.

"I- wait." You're starting to wonder if he is trying to gain his power back. If he wants you to think of him late at night when you cannot sleep. When you let your hand venture between your thighs from the day's fight although you cannot do much for fear of waking the beast beside you.

"Enough. You will not deny a king his feast." He leans down, making his tongue flat as he drags it from your core to your clit. The sensation alone causes you to buck against him and he smiles devilishly. Tonguing your core, swiping his nose across your clit as your thighs jump around his head.

Your breathing hitches as you try to keep from screaming but the more he eats, the more delirious you feel. Moaning and when his name tumbles from your lips he stops.

Face glistening from your slick and the smirk he wears is nasty and cruel.

"Katsuki." He pants before biting your thighs, "Say it."

And you do, letting it tumble from your lips as he returns to his meal. Lapping at you and slipping his thick fingers into your tight cunt. He groans and the sound vibrates against your clit before he sucks hard. Thrusting his digits in and out of you so hard a little blood stains your dark skirts. Once the pain melts into pleasure you're fisting his hair biting at your forearm to muffle your own cries. You jerk beneath him as the spring snaps in your stomach, blood dripping into your mouth through your final whimpers.

"Now…" He pants, eyes glazed over as he leans over you. He kisses you and you taste your essence on his tongue, "We are even."

"Get presentable. They are waiting outside." He picks you up from the table, using one of your inner skirts to wipe your core before he dresses himself. Pulling you onto his lap with deadly hands.

"That. This…" You press your fingers into your heated cheeks, "This does not mean I like you."

He laughs behind you as everyone slowly piles in.

"I never said it did."

Three days. The little exchange the two of you had only relieved the tension for three days.

And now it was worse.

Unbearable as the two of you snap at one another, bickering in front of people and behind closed doors. Each trying to tip the scales of power through whatever means necessary. A cruel jest, a heated kiss in front of his people, you pinning him to the bed and grinding yourself on his clothed length only to deny him the satisfaction of touching you.

But at least you can see your sister tonight. Although you can only half pay attention as Bakugou bounces his leg, occasionally "readjusting" your hips by grinding you on his thick muscle.

You swallow thickly and he relishes the feeling of your sopping heat on his leg.

You watch Kirishima fix Dahlia's plate first, as he always does. Piling it with meats and breads, pouring her a cup of water and a smaller cup of mead. Bakugou does the same, sliding your plate in front of you, always sure to place an extra sweet on your plate along with the buttered bread and meats. Then he makes his own and you've yet to figure out if it is a custom or a way to ensure the best-looking food is not poisoned.

Kirishima eats with one hand, while the other lingers on your sister. Either on the arm of her chair or her thigh, the action does not go unnoticed by you.

"You're feeling alright? Truly?" You speak in the God's tongue for some privacy.

"I am just relieved to see my sister." Her eyes are bright as she answers, Kirishima's grip tightens on her skirts, "I'm sorry I could not come to dinners sooner. I just couldn't get…"

"No, I am sorry I'm tethered to the world's biggest pig." You finger your collar jokingly before you take a bite of your sweet.

"Be sure to eat the meat too." A growl at your ear that you dismiss with a wave of your hand.

Dinner goes by in pleasant conversation, your eyes lingering between Kirishima and your sister. She leans into this touch often and occasionally wraps her fingers around one of his large digits.

The sight makes you wonder about just how closely she was getting to the man. You swallow thickly, you always knew one day your role of protector would most likely be replaced.

You just weren't sure you were ready to come to terms with it.

Especially not now as you sink low into the hot spring, tilting your head up just in time to catch a shooting star at dusk. Bakugou yawns, stretching out before his eyes settle on you. Keeping close during baths now, especially since the weather was starting to turn. His eyes linger over the branches and when he thinks he sees a bud growing on the bare branches he opens his mouth.

But is quickly silenced when he sees a silhouette in the woods before a raven caws overhead. Fluttering down to perch on Bakugou's shoulder, screaming in his ear and flapping its wings.

Bakugou grits his teeth as the two paired together were never a good omen. He takes the message from the bird, smoothing down his wings in an attempt to calm the raven. He reads quickly.

"Fuck." He hisses, rising and pulling you with him by the crook of your arm. He drags you inside and tosses you onto the bed, gathering spent ashes and charcoal at the edge of the hearth into a small bowl. He brings it to the bedside table and grabs your wrist, pressing your palm firmly into the ashes.

"What in the Gods are you doing?" You bite, fighting him as you try to pull away, "We just came from a bath."

He levels you with a nasty glare.

"For once, little treasure, keep your mouth shut and obey."

"I will not!" You snarl and his grip tightens. He moves your stained hand and passes it over his forehead down towards his nose. It gives the effect of the mask as it did before. Making his eyes that much more intense causing your heart to beat against your ribs.

"Shut up." He growls, putting your other hand in the ash, he swipes it along his arms a few times until you break free of his grip. Doing it on your own when you see the pleading, dangerous look in his eyes. Staining his skin from the middle of his biceps down to his wrists. Making his arms a moonless night.

"Where are you going?" Your voice sounds small as it echoes back to you.

"I have to help my men. They sent word of a trap." He does not move from between your legs. He lets his clean palm follow the curve of your skull.

"What of me, and my sister?"

"You will be guarded by Kirishima." His voice is final, resolute and you are starting to think you don't like the way it sounds.

Is he hopeless? Angry for not going with his men? For not protecting them? He looks down at you for a long moment and sighs. He pushes you onto your back, climbing over you as he kisses you roughly, pushing your thighs towards your chest.

"What- Bakugou I know we've fooled around but we cannot…"

"You will not deny me this right!" He snarls again that dangerous pleading look, his hand at your throat, squeezing just right "I will take what belongs to me. I own you, Princess."

He kisses you before you can deny it. Teeth clashing with yours from the ferocity. From the hunger as his tongue slides over yours. His hands explore you. Pulling at your nipples, dipping between your thighs as you moan against his mouth. He ruts into you, dragging his length between your wet folds. This wasn't how he wanted to do this. He did not want it to be like this – ceremonial and out of tradition.

He wanted it to be slow, to drag it out for days and have you begging to be split on his cock.

But his men needed him and if a man had a woman, sex brought good fortune and strength.

A reminder of their humanity in battle. To mourn what was lost but to remember why one fought in the first place.

He aligns himself to your tight entrance. Nudging it as you groan, gripping at his back with your still stained hands. He eases himself in slowly, allowing for your tight heat to adjust. The way you squeeze him already drives him mad, he pushes in and he bottoms out by your cervix. You're panting clawing at his back.

"Relax." He kisses the tears from your cheeks, "Breathe. I promise to…"

He swallows, he should not say that. You only worship a woman you love. This was just going to be a good fuck.

"I promise to make you feel good." He bites your throat to place the thought of pain somewhere else as he gives a rough first thrust. You cry out, a twist of pain that ebbs to pleasure the more his tuft of blonde hair hits your clit and his cock some place inside your velvety walls. Everytime his cock drags across that spot you forget your name and can only remember his.

You try to tell yourself that this was going to give you power over him but you hadn't realized how much you were giving up.

The lewd sounds of skin on skin and your sloppy cunt sucking him back in almost drown out his words.

"Taking me so well, Princess." He kisses you roughly, "Knew your pussy was perfect. And now it's all mine."

He emphasizes each word with a thrust causing the coil in your stomach to not just snap but explode. Your nails clawing down his back, thighs convulsing around his hips as he fucked you through your first orgasim. And then another pulling as many from you as he could until you were crying for him to stop.

"It's...it's too much. Please." You rasp, moans still falling from your lips.

"Squeezin me so tight. I think you've got one more Princess. Come on, don't deny me." He growls, one hand on your throat squeezing tightly while the other goes between your joined bodies. Pressing harshly on your clit as he swipes his fingers. He holds your gaze, trying to time his release just right as he watches your eyes roll into the back of your head.

A silent moan that quickly turns into gasping pleasure as you clamp down on his length.

"Can't wait to see your cunt dripping with my seed." You must like the sound of it as you clench around him tighter. His hips stutter wildly before he grunts, pressing his mouth to yours as he spills hot cum into your throbbing cunt. Both of you still for a moment, staring at the other before he drops to his elbows and you pull at the nape of his neck.

Kissing him shamelessly as his tongue swirls yours. Another long gaze before he kisses your hair line. Pulling the blanket over you as you sit up. Kirishima busts through the door panting, your sister nowhere to be found.

"Norse Star I got word…" He quiets when he finally sees Katsuki. He notes the war paint, the handprints on his back and you with bits of soot smudged on your face.

"I know." Bakugou says, pulling on pants, "You stay here and watch over the Gifted and Translator."

"But, I can get ready, I just need…" He lets his voice drop from not only Katsuki's glare but your own suspicious look.

"I will have my strongest warrior stay behind. To protect the assets and to protect our people. It will be an easy victory." He picks up his belt that holds two large axes and a long dagger. He removes the dagger and picks up his every day belt, swapping the knife for yours. His thumb runs over the runes on the hilt, he double checks your necklace is tied tightly to it before he stalks over to you.

Cornering you in the bed as he towers over you, he grips your hair forcing him to face you before he moves his hand to your throat. Squeezing tightly as the odd look returns to his eyes as he growls.

"Behave."

#bakugou x reader #viking bakugou #bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha au

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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just curious, do you see the bnha characters as japanese? like ethnic wise. like i see you write that they're still situated in japan and they technically are speaking japanese, but idk, i don't think its bad to not picture them as ethnically japanese, what about you

this is actually a good question, let me guys know what you think in the comments cuz im genuinely curious about this too.

goodiebag WARNINGS: please note that there are foolish-fun stereotypes ahead, please don't take them seriously at all, sorry if i offend anyone with this, please know i mean nothing by any of it

BNHA thoughts

I personally don't view most of them as ethnically Japanese. Not for any big reason, just because associations and such get in the way. But it's weird, because sometimes I'll be looking at fanart of for example Bakugo where the artist has chosen a realistic approach and I'll suddenly be reminded of him being Japanese, which is a surprise to me.

It also throws me off because, I know they are technically still speaking Japanese even though I'm writing english speech. But, like for example with Bakugo and Hawks, I give them like a ragged accent, and when I write Shoto I'Il give him a slightly posh vocabulary. So, it's interesting...

Just another disclaimer. I feel it should be obvious that these are stereotypes that are untrue, and that if you have an issue with discussing such tropes it's your responsibility to stop reading now. There are trigger warnings at the top of the post, so any unsavoury feelings beyond those are out of my hands and on you.

Sorry for being harsh, but apparently some people need to be told twice.

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Going off of stereotypes, he's just too disrespectful to be Japanese.

And no one will agree with me on this, but...

I get such a Slavic vibe from Bakugo.

Like, hear me out.

RA RA RASPUTIN!

Looks mysterious and smart until he starts loudly yelling for no reason. The seemingly uncalled for and bottomless rage making him look like an oaf. The pouting and grunting like he's forgotten basic human speech.

That slavic fashion though-

Black crew neck and chain.

Tattoos and rings.

A nose that's been broken a few too many times.

Cut brow, popped lip and bruised knuckles.

You can't deny how natural it would be to see Bakugo unscrewing a bottle of absolute vodka and proceed to drink it like it's water with the same bored unfazed expression on his face. I'm talking no swallowing, just letting it pour down his throat, like it's nothing, just chugging it down.

Don't even get me started on the stereotypical Russian bad guy. Cunning and sinister, emotionless demeanour and cruel behaviour, until going completely feral and ballistic when things don't go according to plan, flipping the table and screaming at his henchmen, calling everyone useless.

CYKA BLYAT!

BUT, I used to get a Scandic feeling off of Bakugo because of the ash-blonde hair, the obsession with war and conquer like he's some Viking or Berserker, and the sand-coloured slightly tanned skin like he's been on a longboat for weeks rowing, bulging biceps and roughed hands.

I can picture him holding an axe so easily, dressed in fur for warmth, maniacal battle grin, blood-splatter on his face.

But then again, I might just be biased from seeing that one medieval fantasy alternate universe end-credits in season two.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Completely off the bat, the curls have always given me Jewish vibes.

Then there's the cunning and the calculating, the wild thinking-rampage he goes on, dissecting and analysing, playing though every possible scenario and picking the easiest approach for the desired outcome. The strictly academical approach, the brain over brawn.

I can also picture him circumcised. No specific reason.

Also, there's just a certain association with that type of resilience he has. Being a minority, but still aiming for the top. Some people will call it greed, but fuck them.

And, I don't know if you guys watch Eurovision, but Isreal won a couple of years ago with Toy by Netta Barzilai and can't you imagine Deku singing that at Bakugo like a fucking legend. Someone should make an animatic.

I'm not your toy! Not your toy!

You stupid boy! Stupid boy!

Also, I think Inko being the exact embodiment of a stereotypical Jewish mother having something to do with it too. Overprotective, smothering, overbearing, but loving and very proud of her son and his achievements.

THE TODOROKI'S

This is a tricky one.

All I know is I feel it's a mix of two ethnic groups/nationalities.

The brute power-obsessed Enji x the elegant kind Rei.

Britain x Scandinavia seems about right, but it could also be America x Canada.

Enji, for me at least, it might be the red hair, but he's like a brute Irishman or Scott. But same could be said about him being American.

And then Rei, because of the ice, is Scandi, like an elegant Swede. And again, same could be said about her being Canadian.

Shoto, to me, is so Swedish it hurts. But I can also see the Canadian in him. The aloof but kind personality. Pretty like a greek god, sharp facial structure, but pale like Jack Frost. The posh talk and the hidden psycho.

Edgy chainsmoker Dabi is like a British rockstar. Daddy Issues, The Neighbourhood anyone? But then again, take any some by Green Day, which is an American band, and it would be Dabi for me as well.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

American.

Strictly based on air force pilots.

Aviator sunglasses. The fur suede jacket. The cargo-pants. The boots. The blown-back golden locks and the pearly-white smile, the royal-red wings, he's only missing baby-blue eyes.

Laid back, almost too chill. So cool you'd stutter when speaking to him.

SHINSO HITOSHI

French or german.

No idea why though.

They just have sexy snakey languages, being whispered in the ear with that accents would make me melt.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

So Australian it's almost exhausting.

There aren't any men manlier than the ones in Australia.

So fearless they're dumb with haphazard.

Crocodile Dundee anyone?

This guy would wrestle any animal that is up to the challenge, the crocs, the sharks, the kangaroos. He'd bite back. He'd punch.

Surfing. Boating. So tan. Always topless

Scars where he's scratched himself on the reef.

Fun, breezy personality. Not a care in the world. Just out here living life. The more danger, the better.

KAMINARI DENKI

Again, maybe a bit controversial.

But English, right?

Smooth talker with that sultry english accent, rock vibes, pot, fine dresser, quirky coloured slacks and brown leather belt, matching leather watch slapped around his wrist, tinted glasses with thin steel lining, hair-gel, untucked shirt with a ribbed white tee beneath the flannel.

Such a hipster it's almost nauseating.

Beatles, Doors, Rolling Stones, late night guitar practice by himself, amateur poetry with a bottle of beer.

Bottle-cap collector, tries a new local beer brand every time he drinks.

CHISKAI KAI

This one is Japanese, because of one word:

Yakuza.

Narrow eyes and pretty lashes. The way he looks at people like their dirt beneath his shoes. The mask.

Suit and tie, but something so anime like a purple faux-fur bomber-jacket.

Power, control, secrets, corruption.

Pride, honour, respect.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

I have no idea?!!?!?!

THE FUCK, help??

These are just some honourable mentions:

TENYA IIDA

Japanese.

Respectful. Top grades and education focus. Family honour.

ASHIDO MINA

Afro-American.

Cool. Dance moves, street and breaking. Style. Hangs with the boys and the girls, no stress. Trash-talk and diss.

SERO HANTA

Just mexican for me, can't explain why.

YOAYOROZU MOMO

Italian.

Just that one innocent don daughter of the mob.

Wealthy. Stylish. Daddy's girl.

URURAKA OCHAKO

So cute, which is Japanese for me.

But then she's kinda chubby thicc too with the round doe-eyes eyes, and I feel her personality is kind of American.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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anxious-ace · 2 years

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Frost family headcannons/info:

Jack Frost:

Trans male

(I think of nightlight being him pre-transition)

Asexual (he wants to have fun, not sex)

Has mixed feelings about being invisible for 300 years

Like it's depressing but at least there weren't high expectations he had to live up to

He probably has social anxiety too because he kinda got use to being invisible and not having to talk to people

I think it's cannon that he hung out with the kids the most

If so, he absolutely knows all of the modern terminology and technology

Like he keeps up with the times

He didn't lose his wisdom teeth so he still has those memories

I feel like his powers are somewhat affected by his emotions

Like if he is pissed, a blizzard forms

He can go at least a week before needing sleep

Like he goes a week without sleep and then passes the fuck out on the last day

(This has scared everyone else because the bitch just dropped in front of them)

Will leave Elna at the north pole with the elves and yeties whenever he has to do guardian work

Speaks Norwegian (at least I think he's from Norway)

He probably hunted a lot as a kid and still has those skills

Since he has no deadlines and he doesn't work 24/7, he has a lot of free time and he spends it either taking care of Elna or creating snow for kids to play in

He has trauma over falling into the pond and drowning + freezing so he doesn't go near frozen ponds without panicking

Like this mans will start shaking and crying when he gets even remotely close

I feel like he's closely related to mother nature (because seasons)

Like she controls all of the seasons/weather while Jack controls winter and snow

I feel like she had the man in the moon give three over spirits control of the seasons when Jack showed up so he wasn't alone

I like to imagine Skaði (norse goddess of winter, hunting, skiing and mountains) being Jack's mom and teaching him the skills he has now

Mans has mad ADHD

Like he will be playing with kids, forget he's a guardian and be like, "OH SHIT I HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES!!!"

Or like, North could be in the same room and Jack will be mumbling in Norwegian, he will turn around and be like, "Oh damn, you're here too!?"

He uses his powers to cheer himself up like anti-depressants

(I saw the headcannon somewhere else on here and I love it)

Mans got a driver's license and an actual education just so he can seem more human

This man stress sews/bakes

He just needs to do something with his hands before he causes blizzards

He has this old cloak (like viking style even thought it ended way before he was alive) that he wears over his hoodie

He wants to be authentic because 1712 was when he died (right?)

(It's great Northern war era)

Anyway he wants to hold onto the culture while still being modern

He has picked up on the other Guardians' mannerisms (bunny's mad hopping, North's whistling, Sandy's nervous foot tapping and Tooth's habit of hitting stuff when upset)

He has gone around to world to try to find the other season spirits (the spirit of Fall is his little sister)

He's married to the spirit of Summer

He picks up on languages and general information very quickly which helps his reaction time

He almost cried when Jamie finally believed in him

Like you would've found him and Jamie hugging while he's sobbing

He was scared at first because it the first time anyone (besides the guardians) has seen/believed in him in like 300 years

He still checks up on him even though he's in college now

He will sometimes eat the snow that he creates (manifests? What's the word for it?)

Not what's on the ground but what's in his hand (he doesn't want to eat animal shit)

He will stop people from dying the same way he did, he will pull them out of the water or move them to thicker ice

He might still have some water in his lungs (unless the man in the moon took care of that) that might freeze depending on how much he uses his powers

(I'm treating his like I treat Shoto's, meaning it affects his body temperature)

He has the personality of a lactose intolerant person who doesn't care that they're lactose intolerant (I'm not saying he's actually lactose intolerant, I'm saying he has the same care-free personality that is potentially dangerous depending on the situation)

I know I said he uses his powers like anti-depressants, but I feel like he would turn to other stuff if it doesn't work (alcohol, actual anti-depressants, etc.)

THIS BITCH IS THE MOST TOUCH STARVED PERSON YOU WILL EVER MEET LIKE HOLY SHIT!!!

He will go out of his way to find another guardian whenever it acts up and will make them stop everything so they can hug/cuddle

(North will help him out, Tooth and Sandy are too busy and Bunny is out of the question, he will not help unless North forces him to)

He will just hide in a mountain of blankets if no-one is available

You know black ice? I mean ice on black top and asphalt like surfaces (like roads or driveways) that you can't see

That's what happens he's pissed (but not blizzard or white out levels of pissed)

He is a skinny bitch (makes sense for someone who was born in 1695) but he's athletic from all of the running around he does so that has to count

There are certain foods he won't touch

Sea food in general (it makes him vomit), raspberries and strawberries (he's allergic), almonds (almond milk made him vomit/he's allergic), rocky road ice cream (too crunchy/made him throw up)

I now realized I'm kinda making him lactose intolerant even though I said he isn't, it's just almond milk (because of the almonds) and rocky road ice cream (almonds again)

So he's allergic to almonds, raspberries + strawberries and sea food makes him throw up

Even though he's a fun having guy, he still has the capacity to do some serious damage (Black ice, blizzards and white-outs)

He has seen Arendalle sacrifice animals and give offerings to him so they won't have a harsh winter (I like this crossover ok?)

He hates the sacrifices but appreciates the offerings

He will whistle or sing a song as a warning

It's either that or a storm just forms with out warning

He was there taking care of Elsa and Anna when they were little

He also saw their coronations

He likes throwing the weather people off

"You thought it was going to be 50°F!? Jokes on you, it's 20°F."

He made a frozen forest/fortress

Like he find a forest, made a gate going around it out of ice, made this door like thing on The Oak of Sorrows, added a permafrost thing on it and the gate so they don't melt, made it snow and he basically made it his fortress with snow yeti guards and a "helper" (he doesn't want to call him his servant because that's not what he's for)

Jack does most of the work around the forest so the helper only really needs to do work when Jack is sick or injured

The guards are there to make sure not just anyone gets in

The place has recycling bins, trashcans, water fountains, a frozen pond for skating, a compost bin and a mailbox outside and near the gate

It's basically like a park but frozen

The oak is like his house inside the forest

The only other Guardian who's been there is North because it was Christmas and he saw the fortress and was like, "let me see if Jack is there."

Elna:

Jack's biological daughter (don't ask how, no one knows)

It's either that or the man in the moon was like, "here have this kid, maybe it'll teach you responsibility."

(He petty ok)

3 years old

Since she was born after Jack was chosen as a guardian, she has his white hair and blue eyes

She also has his ice powers because why not?

Jack will just leave her with Santa's elves and the yeties or another guardian whenever he has guardian duties so they can baby-sit

North doesn't mind it as long as she doesn't break stuff

(Now I'm imagining her covered in paint just playing with toys from the workshop)

Jack will hug her to sleep, like they have to cuddle in order for her to sleep properly

I think it's because she's not alone and he's there to protect her just in case pitch comes around

Ok but Jack showing her how to use her powers and teaching her Norwegian

She wears a lot of blue like her dad, probably more so

Like he made full on blue capes for her

She and Jack live with mother nature so someone is taking care of Elna when Jack's out doing stuff

She has meet mother goose and Skaði before but she doesn't remember

She can't eat strawberries, she's allergic like Jack

But she can eat raspberries and almonds unlike Jack so she's got that going for her

She will find a touch-starved Jack covered in blankets and will try to cuddle him

She picked up on Jack's habit of snapping and just making noises in general when upset

The first time she saw the north pole was when Jack had to do guardian work and mother nature was busy with environmental problems

Jack brought her there so North can watch her

The journey there was a bit much since they traveled by wind

Jack had put tinted/blacked out goggles on her so she wouldn't go snow blind (he also wanted to surprise her like the good dad he is)

#rotg #rise of the guardians #jack frost #rotg jack frost #my ocs #rotgoc #rise of the guardians oc #mary overland

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Master list #1

Haikyuu 🏐

third-year-special-karasuno-high

chikara-ennoshita-as-your-boyfriend

yachi-hitoka-as-your-girlfriend

tanaka-ryuunosuke-as-your-boyfriend

kageyama-tobio-as-your-boyfriend

tsukishima-kei-as-your-boyfriend

yuu-nishinoya-as-your-boyfriend

tadashi-yamaguchi-as-your-boyfriend

shoyo-hinata-as-your-boyfriend

kenma-kozume-as-your-boyfriend

lev-haiba-as-your-boyfriend

iwazumi-hajime-as-your-boyfriend

Mini scenarios

the-grinch-that-no-longer-hated-christmas

what-makes-them-fall-in-love-karasuno-x-reader

what-makes-them-fall-in-love-aoba-johsai-x-reader

what-makes-them-fall-in-love-fukurodani-x-reader

what-makes-them-fall-in-love-nekoma-x-reader

spring-actives-with-some-haikyuu-boys

haikyuu-boys-any-how-they-fit-into-a-hispanic

viking-asahi-x-reader-fluff

happy-for-you *Karasuno

My Hero Academia 🔥❄️💥

eijirou-kirishima-boyfriend-head-cannons

katsuki-bakugo-boyfriend-head-cannons

shoto-todoroki-boyfriend-head-cannons

denki-kaminari-boyfriend-head-cannons

Mini scenarios

what-makes-them-fall-in-love-class-1-a-boys

what-makes-them-fall-in-love-class-1-a-girls

Jujutsu Kaisen 🐕

megumi-fushiguro-as-your-boyfriend

Kurokos Basketball 🏀

boyfriend-daiki-aomine

boyfriend-shintaro-midorima boyfriend-ryota-kise

boyfriend-tetsuya-kuroko

Character Mixes

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