#I don't envy the pressure he was under; HOWEVER...

[brassandblue]

Having a lot of Thoughts about Arthur’s retirement from the Royal Navy not too long (roughly 10-15 years) after the conclusion of the Napoleonic Wars and how his personality/mental and emotional health did a sharp decline over the next 50 years. Like, imagine, it’s the 1820s, and you feel that politics are beginning to really hamper the thing you’ve put your heart and soul into supporting for the last 100+ years. You start to become disillusioned, recalling how one of your greatest maritime heroes had to fight the Admiralty for appropriate pay for his men and himself; you call how you’ve had to do much the same. 

It occurs to him that he has to really consider his future now, if it isn’t already too late-- he is a distinguished member of society at last, an Admiral, a Duke, and the facade of the elite is one he finally wears naturally after decades of crafting. What good can he do, out there at sea? He feels he needs to be at home, or at least out surveying the colonies, protecting Britain’s (his) interests. He’s had his royals, his government, the Admiralty, echoing the constant refrain of what is expected, what is needed of him. And what is needed is more. More money, more land, more power, more class, more knowledge, more charm, more charisma, more and more, more, more--

He thinks he’s up to the task of becoming That without losing himself and he sold his soul, debased his own principles in the attempt. In abandoning the Navy, despite it being an institution in and of itself, he cast away the virtues that he’d held while in it: Loyalty, consistency, discipline, frugality, moderation, commonality. He dove headlong into trying to meet impossible expectations and decided it was better to turn a blind eye, to enable the subjugation of others, and to profit off blood, than to be considered a failure.

#I don't envy the pressure he was under; HOWEVER... #we are all products of both our circumstances and our choices #as the knight in last crusade so eloquently put it.... He chose............p o o r l y . #.// no frigate like a book (headcanons) #.// ruled the waves (arthur) #.// hope perches in the soul (ooc) #I love the line in God of War Ragnarok where Kratos is like listen you were made to solve an impossible problem #and honestly Arthur is a drop in the bucket #if I decided to write him as fighting the Empire rather than succumbing to it the story would still end the same #he is only one single man even if he is a man connected to the people and land and culture #resting the expectations wants needs and desires of an entire empire on one person is fucked up #like honestly what did anyone think would happen? #but all that said he still made his choices and he chose money and power and influence over not being an imperialist shitbag #there's a lot of unexplored territory in the idea that the reps are COMPELLED to return to their land and Do Their Duties #Because that is just What They Are and that is In Their Nature and it is Inescapable #and I think Arthur feels that very strongly but has only found a kind of equilibrium in learning to channel that into uhhhh #not being an imperialist shitbag #and hey look at that! he ended up addicted to opium and laudanum and cocaine and a million other things by the 1860s and 1870s #in order to maintain that imperial facade and live up to what was expected of him he had to drop out of sanity #imperialism and nationalism are sicknesses and his manifested in a great poison that enabled his worst impulses for over 100 years #**only recently found that equilibrium no I am not redoing the tags

[woongisi]

Brand New God // Choi Jongho

sub!Choi Jongho x dom!fem!reader // SMUT

WC// 3.2k

Synopsis// Jongho was the perfect son in the eyes of the church. It was your mission to change that. Opportunity comes once he consumes you with a particularly sinful confession.

Warnings// blasphemy, corruption, angst for a bit, oral (male receiving), no protection (pls use it even for oral), improper use of confessional booths, dacryphilia if you squint

Author's Note// This has been a long time in the making. Hope my other religious trauma mfs enjoy it as much as I do. Title is an iDKHOW reference. ☺︎♡

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Jongho wasn't the preacher's son, but he may as well have been. Never late to mass, always helping the elders, scolding the children, the whole lot of it. Sung in the choir. Formerly an altar boy. The envy of every parent's eye.

He was always excited to see you even if he had to preface his greeting by asking why you missed mass yet again. Despite his general duties and all he was never much of an extrovert. You always felt the air of awkwardness that hung around him when he approached you. If anything gave away that he was happy to see you… it was his glossy eyes and trembling smile that he tried so hard to suppress.

Being the son every parent wanted had its perks but many downfalls in the end. Most of the other people your age had largely abandoned the strictness of their faiths. Many still kept their beliefs but no longer felt such pressure to be perfect. In turn, they tended to find Jongho annoying.

You, however? Something about him was cute. Just how nervous he was to speak to you. The deep blush that he tried to hide whenever he told you that you looked pretty. You told yourself you only really went to church out of obligation, but now you'd begun to think you were there for him more than anything. You knew he was perfect. You knew almost for a fact that he'd never touched anyone else or even himself. You'd love to ruin him but at the same time you'd accepted you'd never get to.

Right?

Something about today was different. Jongho's face was red the second he saw you, red before he'd so much as stood up to greet you.

“Miss! You look pretty as always.” He piped up and almost immediately turned to skitter away. Only stopping once you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

“Thank you, Jongho. Always the gentleman. You look quite handsome today yourself.” You smiled and ruffled his hair a bit. “You seem nervous. Are you alright? Are you sick?”

“N-no I’m ok!” Jongho avoided your gaze like his life depended on it. “Lying is a sin, Jongho, lying is a sin.” He whispered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Ok, look! Can… Can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

Jongho swore he'd just passed on. There was no way. No girl his age had ever called him that before… only the little old ladies.

“You- What- Ok, ok come on just follow me, alright?”

Jongho led you back to the confession booths. They were somewhat secluded, given the nature of their use. Standing with your back pressed against the wall, Jongho couldn't even hold eye contact as he stood sheepishly in front of you.

“I- Last night-” Jongho huffed and hid his face. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” You smirked. “I'm not here to judge. It's just kinda cute seeing you so nervous.”

“Cute…? Anyway! Gosh! Last night I…” One glance at the low hem of your shirt had shut him down. “Never mind. It's ok! I don't wanna talk about it anymore.”

“Get in the goddamn booth.”

“W-What? First, don't use the Lord’s name in vain. Second… what?”

“Just pretend I'm the priest, k? You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Jongho?”

“This feels wrong, but… fine.”

Jongho sat in the booth and closed the curtains with trembling hands. He'd sat in this exact spot so many times and confessed to so many little sins. Little white lies, things that weren't even necessarily sins that he simply felt guilt for. This time he couldn't shake the anxiety.

Situated on the other half, you slid the small wooden door to the side to reveal the rectangular screen that kept you both apart.

“Right. Now tell me what's got you so bothered?”

Shame devoured Jongho from head to toe. He couldn't even believe he was sitting here letting you play priest. Why the hell was he doing this? Couldn't he just tell the actual priest when it was time for confession?

“Well, last night I had a dream.”

His voice has gotten low. You could tell he was trying hard not to stutter and could almost picture his eyebrows furrowed as he picked at his nails.

“I had a dream about a girl.”

“Mhm? What's odd about that?”

“She…” Jongho sighed. “She was touching me.”

“Like a hug?” You caught on to the fact it wasn't anything innocent in an instant but took any chance you could to hear Jongho confess. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience after all.

“N-No. She was on her knees, she was dragging her nails along my thighs.”

“Ah, those thick thighs of yours? I see.”

Jongho chose to ignore that charged comment.

“She leaned down and put her mouth on my- uh- privates. And… why am I telling you this?!”

“Just relax. Let it out.”

“Ok…” The memories from the night before raced through the boy's brain. He felt like he might faint. “She bobbed her head up and down. Told me I looked handsome. Looked up at me with those shining eyes… didn't stop until I… you know.”

Jongho had slumped against the backboard of the booth, evident by the creaking. His hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of his striped wool sweater.

“She was just so beautiful, y/n… she looked like a dream.” A moment’s silence. “I mean I guess she was a dream. I just feel so filthy. I've never had a dream about that. I've never thought about someone like that. I've never even-”

You cut his rambling off. “Kissed someone? Touched yourself?”

“Both of those…” he murmured. “The worst thing about the dream is that we weren't married.”

“Jongho?”

“Yeah?”

“Was this girl me?”

“Yeah…” Jongho’s head hit the wall with a light thud.

The next thing he heard was shuffling, the cracks of old wood, and the curtain being shoved to the side.

“W-wait! I'm sorry… just… don't go.” He shot to sit straight up. “Forget what I said. Please, you're my only real friend.”

You swore you heard his voice crack at the end.

“The others our age aren't kind to me. I pretend it doesn't bother me and remember the Lord has a plan for me, but… you can only take so long of being surrounded by old people and little kids before you start to wonder what's wrong with you.”

He was undoubtedly crying now.

“You're probably already gone. Great job, Jongho, you ruined the only thing you had. Loser.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Unbelievable. He was what the kids wanted to grow up to be like, yet he had such a low opinion of himself?

He about jumped out of his skin once you pulled his curtain away just enough to look in at him. Though it hurt to see him like this, he did look gorgeous. His full cheeks were a rosy pink, his lashes clumped together by the big wet tears that rolled down his face. You hated how it turned you on. Just a bit.

“Y-you didn't leave?”

“Oh, Jongho…” You pouted and extended your hand out to him. “No, I wouldn't leave without a word. I wouldn't leave, period.”

When he took your hand into his you could tell his body was shaking. Though he moved to stand up, it didn't last long before he was dropped on his knees, hand still on yours. You found yourself following shortly behind.

Jongho was properly sobbing in every regard, chest heaving, his mouth babbling nonsense to beg you for forgiveness. You shook away his hand and knelt to one knee. Placing a hand upon his shoulder was the only act it took for his arms to reach around your waist and pull himself against you, his face buried in your neck, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt like you were going to disappear.

“Jongho…”, You rubbed circles on his back. “Come on. Look at me.”

Jongho obliged with hesitation, still avoiding looking into your eyes. You, of course, followed his eyes.

“I'm no prude. You can't get rid of me that easily. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I didn't know you felt so alone, but, honestly… words aren't enough right now.”

You leaned in and placed a kiss on Jongho’s cheek. It was salty, but his skin was smooth against your lips. He flinched in shock but once you pulled away, he found himself wanting more.

His voice was barely above a whisper. “Wait. Can you do that again? Please… this time on my-”

You didn't let him finish his sentence before swooping back in and taking his lips into your own. He gasped so sweetly into your mouth, he tasted like honey and hints of sweetened coffee. Undoubtedly his breakfast.

“Follow my lead, okay?” Jongho was quick to agree.

Based on watching him suck on his bottom lip when he was nervous, you'd figured they'd be soft. They were pillowy, warm, and tasted like vanilla chapstick. His large hand had a death grip on your wrist and you could tell he was riddled with anxiety.

“Jongho, fuck. You taste so good.” You sighed deeply back into the kiss. Jongho's returned advances were shy but undoubtedly needy. The kiss was broken only long enough for you to take his ear lobe gently in your mouth, exercising care not to catch on his studded earring.

Jongho flinched and whined before melting into your touch once more. His mind felt hazy, sluggish, but oh so happy. He’d never dreamed of feeling this way. He didn’t expect to feel any kind of sexual gratification until he was married… whenever that may have been. The guilt he felt for letting you go at his neck in the middle of his lifelong church was immense, but part of him found it unbelievably hot.

“Mmh, please,” Jongho’s hand rested on the back of your head. “Don’t stop.”

“You can touch me, honey.” You smirked and shimmied your jacket off your shoulders. “Wherever you want. I’m yours to explore.”

Jongho was nothing short of eager, with his hands starting to roam the shape of your body. Every stripe you licked down his neck and every sloppy kiss brought forth unholy noises from his throat. His warmly tinted skin blossomed in shades of purple and blue with your manipulation. You’d just have to give him some of your concealer.

“Jongho?”

“Yes, dear? His head slumped forward with a pant.

“Your dream. Wanna make that a reality?”

“What? Isn’t that a-”

“Sin? Mhm. If you don’t sin a bit then Jesus died for nothing.” You giggled. “Besides, it can’t get much worse than what we’re doing already.”

Jongho thought for only a moment before whining and nodding eagerly.

You removed yourself from Jongho and leapt to your feet. “Ok, well we shouldn’t do that right here on the floor. Come on, get back in the booth.”

Jongho leaned back against the wooden wall with his hands bracing himself on the railing.

“Gonna unbutton those pants, alright?” As usual, Jongho was outfitted in slim-fitting black dress pants and a white button-up, complete with a black tie. He truly did look stunning even if you’d never be able to get him to accept it.

Jongho inhaled deeply, watching your every move as you dropped to your knees and fumbled with the clasp of his belt. Undoing it, you waited a moment to fully pull his pants down.

“You’re hard, Jongie~.” You cooed and rubbed the back of his thigh. “Have you ever been hard before?”

“Not outside the ones you get through puberty… or when you're scared for a presentation… well, not until that dream.” One hand brushed your hair out of your face.

“Oh? Sweet boy. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Soon enough, Jongho had shrugged his neatly ironed slacks to the floor. Your intuition told you he’d be big… But fuck. He really was. His boxers weren’t tight-fitting in any regard, but the tent formed in them was considerable.

“Oh hell, Jongho! Seriously?! This is what you’ve been keeping from the world all this time.” You groaned and fidgeted with the rim of one of the legs of his boxers. You glanced up long enough to catch his deep brown eyes staring down intently. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a bit antsy to be under his gaze like this.

“I got you, ok?” Jongho hummed nervously at your words.

Your hand moved across the form of his dick just enough to give him an idea of what to expect from this. The way he jolted was enough to let you know he enjoyed it. You rubbed your hand over him with a flat palm and relished in the girth you could already tell he possessed underneath the fabric.

“You’re so fucking big, damn, did you even realize that?” Jongho shook his head feverishly.

“N-no… am I really?” Jongho felt his heart skip a beat, his hand hovering over you.

You could feel his presence over you and grabbed his hand, moved it to your hair, and gave it a reassuring pat. His fingers scratched at your scalp as if on instinct, soothing himself to the feeling. Every movement of your palm sent electric shocks up his spine.

Deciding it was due time for more, you inquired as to whether you could remove his boxers… met with an overwhelming agreeance. His cock sprung from under the confines of his underwear, causing him to wince at the newly cold air. His length was nothing to laugh at, you’d be a fool not to note the considerable circumference and upward curve as well. He was unshaven as you expected with curly black-brown hair over the expanse of his balls and above the base of his dick. He had a rather prominent happy trail which, fittingly, made you incredibly happy. He was circumcised with the skin around the head a shade lighter than the rest. The tip glistened with pre-cum in the dim light. Jongho squirmed under your watch.

“I-is something wrong? Do you not want to anymore…?”

“I… I’m kind of in shock honestly. Your dick is almost as pretty as you… almost.”

Jongho whined and gripped your hair lightly in response. Your free hand caressed the expanse of his firm thighs, the other encasing the head of his dick.

“A-ah, careful!” Jongho resisted the need to buck his hips against your touch. “I-I’m sensitive. Really.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, gathered a considerable amount of drool in the space of your cheeks, and let it run down onto him. The warm sensation melted the boy’s mind. You gave him a few languid strokes to spread the makeshift lube along the length of his shaft. Using three fingers, you rubbed a deliberate line up the prominent vein situated on the underside of his cock. Jongho’s labored breathing filled the confined space with need.

“Such a pretty thing, you are.” You purred and left a quick peck just below Jongho’s navel. “Such a needy boy.” Your movements matched up with your strokes and fondles.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t worry about replying, babe. Just listen to me.”

Jongho stroked your cheek with trembling hands. “You’re so beautiful.” His words almost carried a pout and made your heart melt. They felt sincere. Like you could trust them. He meant it outside the heat of the moment.

You met Jongho’s gaze tenderly. “So, you meant it all those times, didn’t you? All the times you greeted me before mass?”

Jongho’s voice was velvety smooth in his response. “Of course I did. Even besides lying being a sin… I’ve always thought so from the first time I saw you. Always…”

“Oh, Jongho… Jongho by the time I’m done with you, you’re only going to want to worship to me.”

Feeling you’d worked him up enough by now, you took his cock into your mouth, giving him time to adjust to the new feeling. You hollowed your cheeks and sunk your head further down around him, embracing the struggle once his length hit the back of your throat. Your gag panicked Jongho, urging him to nervously make sure you’re okay. You lent him a reassuring rub to his thigh, taking his cock back into your mouth with a hum.

Jongho’s grip on your hair tightened in congruence with his loudening moans. He felt as if he might die. He felt he might’ve already died because could heaven be any better than his current situation? He wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Feels so good, y/n, so good.” Jongho’s voice broke toward the end of his statement. You took into consideration how he wasn't used to this, planning every ministration carefully to ensure he enjoyed each moment that he lasted.

Introducing a hand to the mix, you wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock. This gave you a bit of stability in leverage so that you could swirl your tongue all over. Around the tip, tease the slit of his head, gently over the thin band of skin below it. You pulled back from his cock with a pop to catch your breath.

“Doing ok, Jongho?” You sighed and rested your cheek against his thigh for a moment.

His head was thrown back to rest against the wood of the booth, forehead damp with sweat. He granted you a thumbs up which you found incredibly in character.

“Cum whenever you're ready, alright? Just let me know.” You lowered yourself down a bit further in order to take one of his balls into your mouth. With one hand twisting and tugging at his cock, you knew he wouldn't take much longer to bust. It seemed you were right, whimpers filling the space around the two of you.

“Close-” Jongho groaned and desperately reached for your hand that was grasping at his toned thighs. You accept his advance, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing reassuringly. His nails digging into the skin of your hand and his breath fully catching in his throat was the last sign you needed.

Swiftly, your mouth sank back around Jongho just in time for his climax. White hot cum coated the inside of your mouth, plenty of it, that had undoubtedly been waiting since his dream. You wondered briefly how uncomfortable it was for his balls to have been so full. Once Jongho came back down to reality enough, the gravity of what you'd done set in on him.

“You… you swallowed it?!” He gasped, shocked that was even a possibility.

“Mm,” You popped off of his length and shook your head. Opening your mouth wide so he could see his load pooling on your tongue, you made a show of swallowing every last drop. “Now I did.”

After a moment of silence Jongho cocked his head to the side. “Does it, uh, taste good?”

“Only because it's yours.”

Helping Jongho clean up with tissues you kept in your purse, you let him buckle his belt and help you to your feet.

“Don't you want anything in return?”

“Only for you to be mine and only mine.”

“O-Oh, I can do that. But what about your…?”

“Let's wait ‘til mass actually ends. They're gonna wonder where we've been. Come on, Jjongie.”

Anticipation shivered up his spine, taking your hand into his own to lead you to the doorway that opened to the main hall of the church.

Jongho took the initiative to kiss you tenderly. “I'll make up some excuse on the spot.”

“Deal.”

#jongho smut #ateez smut #choi jongho smut #ateez jongho smut #ateez imagines #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #jongho imagines #jongho fic #jongho fanfic #ateez scenarios #[jo fucks ateez 🏴‍☠️]

[destinyleclerc]

Right Sport, Wrong Time

[Lando Norris x Reader]

Y/N stood there watching her new boyfriend Lando Norris race around Silverstone. The papaya-orange McLaren vehicle disappeared in an instant. The others soon followed. The vehicles passed so quickly that a strong burst of wind blew in her way, sending shivers down her spine. Y/N felt a sense of exhilaration whenever she watched Formula One races. And it occasionally made her wish she was the one driving the car. She didn't realise it at the time, but a wave of jealousy swept over her.

Y/N envied her own boyfriend.

She became interested in Formula One when she was 14 years old. That is, she had basically spent her whole childhood living under a rock. She did, however, develop a deep interest for the sport and looked up to many of the drivers. She decided she wanted to be a driver quickly after discovering her passion for it.

The dream didn't survive long before it was shattered. Because she later realised that most drivers began racing at a very young age. Some are as young as three. And it was relatively expensive. She realised she didn't stand a chance and moved on to other aspirations.

She concluded that it was the right sport. Wrong time.

However, the envy lasted barely a second before the race ended. Lando finished third overall. To distract herself from the dreadful envy in her gut, she cheered for her partner like many other admirers.

From afar, Y/N applauded him as he celebrated with champagne on the podium. As they maintained eye contact, she blew him a kiss. He blew her a kiss and grinned uncontrollably. How could I possibly be envious of him? She sighed, feeling guilty.

Y/n made her way over to the driver's room where Lando relaxed after the podium celebration and the entire event concluded. When she opened the door, her gaze was drawn to him dozing on the couch. He awoke as she locked the door on her way in.

"There you are." He said with a tired smile.

He stood up and drew her into a close hug; she returned the hold, but with conflicted feelings. On one hand, she was overjoyed for him and proud of his accomplishment. On the other hand, she couldn't get rid of the feelings of jealousy and sorrow that she hadn't pursued her dream of becoming a driver.

But as Lando drew back and stared at her, she realised she couldn't let her envy overpower her affection and admiration for him. So she congratulated him with a sincere smile.

"Congratulations, Lando. You were amazing out there."

He beamed at Y/N and kissed her on the forehead. "Thanks, love. It means a lot coming from you."

After a few minutes of conversation, Lando gathered his belongings. "You coming to celebrate with me and the guys?" He asked.

"You go ahead. I might go back to our hotel room and get some sleep. I'm still really jet lagged."

"Oh, right! I forgot that you're not used to the whole travelling thing. Well, in that case, I'll come with you." Lando replied.

"And miss out on celebrating? I don't think so." She exclaimed.

Lando shrugged, "I'd rather celebrate with you while relaxing in bed any day."

"Landoooo," Y/N whined.

"Y/nnnn!" He said, clearly trying to mimic her.

"You know what? Fine. But if you regret your decision later don't blame me." She said with a huff of fake annoyance.

"Yes, ma'am."

They exited the driver's room hand in hand. Making their way towards the hotel.  Y/N still felt a pang of guilt, but she was grateful to be with the person she cares about.

Y/N sat on the couch alone, waiting for Lando to finish his shower. There was a movie on TV, but she wasn't paying attention to it. Instead, she kept herself busy by picking at her fingernails.

Suddenly, Y/N felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She looked up and saw the top of Lando's curly brown hair. He said nothing and continued to gently knead her tense muscles with his fingers. He applied the perfect amount of pressure to ease the knots that had formed. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, savouring the warmth and care he offered.

However, Lando noticed her still distracted expression. He sat on the couch next to her, "is everything ok?" He asked silently.

Y/N hesitated before responding. She didn't want to dampen the mood, but she also didn't want to keep her feelings bottled up. "I don't know, Lando. I just feel a bit...jealous, I guess."

"Jealous? Of what?" Lando further questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Of you, and your passion for racing. I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I wish I could be out there on the track too," Y/N explained, feeling vulnerable.

"It's not silly at all, Y/N. I understand that feeling. And it's okay to feel jealous sometimes. But you have to remember that you have your own passions and dreams too. And just because you may not have been able to pursue racing doesn't mean you can't find something else that brings you joy and fulfilment."

Y/N looked at him, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. "Thank you, Lando. You always know just what to say."

Lando smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Of course, love. And also, if you do want to do racing. It doesn't have to be Formula One. You can do karting race events."

She nodded her head happily. "Yeah, ok!"

After a few minutes of them watching the movie in silence. Lando piped up again. "You know what?"

She turned to him and carried a confused look. "Yeah?"

"Let's go karting on the weekend. Just me and you. I'll give you a lesson."

I always put these imagines on my wattpad first, so if you want to get them quicker i suggest looking on that. My wattpad : @pissticks

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #ln4 #f1 #mclaren #formula 1 #lando norris imagine

[innerchorus]

Thinking about the Turanian invasion (the one in the canon era, not the one that's looming over the horizon in the fic rn) and Kishward (and Bahman?) imploring lords around the country to omg go and help Team Gorgan PLEASE and thinking about who'd show up... I think Lushan would. He just has that air about him— I wonder if Tus and Zaravant would, and if so, what would prompt them...

Meanwhile Gorgan is chaos.

(also thinking a lot about Ranna and Alfarīd, help me)

Ooh, some logistics at play here! Since this is AU based I'm not sure how much advance warning they have of the Turanian army's approach but from the sounds of it in this scenario the border has already been breeched and Team Gorgan are attempting to hold them up which... I don't envy them the task but it sure sounds like it'll be exciting to read about.

I don't know what Bahman's mental state is like here but if he's troubled by anything like he is in canon then I imagine Kishward may take the lead... However, Bahman still has some steel in him and it's not unbelievable to think that Gorgan's need for reinforcements would galvanise him into action (though perhaps he's more likely to eventually surprise everyone by stepping forward to lead troops to bolster the defences himself rather than taking the lead with initially reaching out to various lords etc, which is a task I imagine would fall to Kishward while Bahman is still beset by apathy and other worries).

I assume they're sending messages to ask for reinforcements? That makes it even harder to apply pressure on reluctant lords, so they're probably aware of who they can likely count on and who they can't (Andragoras may have been able to essentially strong-arm the shahrdaran but many of them, like Hodir, would be content to sit and wait and see how things play out in his absence, especially if their own territory is not under threat.)

It's a tricky one because it's Prince Arslan's presence and proclamations that draw the various lords and their troops to Peshawar. It's hard to say exactly how many would come otherwise. I feel as though Zaravant would, he evidently feels a sense of duty towards his country and would put himself forward to represent Oxus as he does in canon. The fact that the Marzbans in Peshawar are trying to organise further defense of the border and Pars's lands would likely be enough for him. That might be a nice surprise for Kishward and Bahman who may have assumed nobody from Oxus would come. Tus would go too, probably. He has a garrison of men who would be of great help.

Lushan likewise would help if he could, even if he's not shown leading troops on the battlefield himself he's still had a military education and would presumably have troops available to him. One thing to consider though is where everyone is coming from and how much time they have (as in, how fast do they need to get to Peshawar and then on to Gorgan in order to be of real help?). This is a large invasion and the Turanians probably have very good troop mobility, I don't know how long Gorgan could hold them before they break through or bypass their defences and beseige Peshawar itself instead. Some characters might have some debate about whether it's worth leaving their lands or whether it would be better to sit tight and wait, especially as Andragoras's fate is unknown. There's likely no precedent for what to do when the Shah is missing.

I don't know how helpful these ramblings will be since a lot depends on the specifics of your AU! Happy to talk about it more (though I won't be online again now until later or maybe tomorrow).

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #wolfpack au #lushan #tus #zaravant

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

How do think the Canon Madrigals would get along with their counterparts in the Constellations Shift AU?

Putting it under the cut, because this got long!

Canon-Julieta would slap Constellations-Julieta around the head with her slipper, then make her sit down and share cups of coffee as she coaxes her to open up about her problems. Constellations-Julieta would envy her so much. They're both stressed, albeit in different ways; they're constantly worrying and for quite similar reasons at the heart of it all. And they both have been pressured to be perfect (albeit one much more than the other). And with Canon-Julieta being the Group Mom, she's the perfect person to help her counterpart work through her anxieties. Yes, she knows she's looking at a mirror version of herself, but she can't help but feel maternal. Speaking with Constellations-Julieta would also kickstart Canon-Julieta into wondering how much of Isabela's persona is an act too...

Canon-Alma would side-eye Constellations-Alma once she realises how much of an iron grip Constellations-Alma has on the family and just how harsh she is; she's harsher than Canon-Alma and has a meaner streak. The slightly different Miracle would probably intrigue her (and confuse her). More than anything, I think the completely different family dynamics would shock them both...And maybe the fact that Bruno is missing in canon would be a harsh wake-up call for Constellations-Alma... There'd be respect there but I don't think they'd necessarily like each other at first.

Canon-Antonio and Constellations-Antonio would get along swimmingly (and Constellations-Antonio would wish he could talk to animals!)

Canon-Camilo would quickly figure out that Constellations-Camilo needs some human friends and that he's not exactly the happiest kid right now, so he'd do what he does best: do everything in his power to make him smile. Constellations-Camilo would be curious about what his alternate-self does with shapeshifting powers and he'd be happy to introduce all his animals. They'd get along pretty well and chaos is inevitable

Canon-Mirabel would be so envious of Constellations-Mirabel. I feel like there'd be one-sided tension for a while. Constellations-Mirabel would have so many questions (and be anxious as hell, because hello confirmation of her worst fears about her usefulness and her family's love and approval! Time for an anxiety attack!) but Canon-Mirabel would be so tense and try to avoid her at first. But they're both Mirabel: stubborn and optimistic at heart. They'll eventually open up to each other. Canon-Mirabel would do her best to reassure Constellations-Mirabel that she doesn't need to be perfect. It's okay to be clumsy and boisterous. You don't need to wear outfits everyone else wants you in, you don't have to have long hair if you don't want to. She'd encourage her counterpart to wear those embroidered outfits that she hides and just let go and be herself. Constellations-Mirabel, in turn, would tell Canon-Mirabel that she's amazing. She'd admire her dedication, her boundless and open love for everyone. She'd sincerely think Canon-Mirabel is great, that she's incredibly strong and brave, and she'd make sure she knows it!

Canon-Pepa and Constellations-Pepa both need a break. Like, right now. They need to relax and vent. Their struggles are similar, but of course there's differences too; they'd understand each other and try to reassure each other too

Canon-Isabela would be a weird mix of horrified and awed by her counterpart. Constellations-Isabela would hate her on sight (I may or may not have a little something planned for these two down the line 👀👀)

Canon-Dolores and Constellations-Dolores...Well, they're both incredibly quiet, that much hasn't changed, but they have different insecurities now (even if they're both still pining after the same boy). Canon-Dolores, however, is more confident than Constellations-Dolores, so she'd want to help her counterpart work up some self-esteem

Constellations-Bruno: "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just wanna go apeshit?" Canon-Bruno: "...Not really???" In all seriousness, the fact that Canon-Bruno is missing would give Constellations-Bruno a lot to think about...

Canon-Agustín would be so baffled by his counterpart, but once he sees just how hard Constellations-Agustín is trying to hide his natural clumsiness and nerdiness from Alma and the alternate village, he'd jump right into trying to help him relax. Constellations-Agustín would really envy him, especially his close relationship with his daughters

Canon-Luisa: "Constellations-Luisa is mine now and if anyone disturbs her nap I will rain down hell on you all." Constellations-Luisa: "My clone is now my best friend and if anyone ruins her day off, I will flood the village." She didn't think it was possible to be more stressed than she already is, but here's her counterpart proving her wrong! Constellations-Luisa's sadness would break her heart. Being Luisa, they'd both try to shoulder each other's burdens.

Canon-Félix and Constellations-Félix are honestly not that different at all. I think they'd spend their time gushing about their wives and brainstorming ways to help their family relax

#answers #asks #la familia madrigal #the constellations shift #power swap au #role swap au #the madrigal family #madrigal family shenanigans #abuela alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal

[demonslayedher]

How dangerous would an envy-type demon (fmab) be? that his real form is very weak and harmless but he can copy the appearance of a human that he killed and use his body to be under the sun but only being an ordinary human during the day and he has to destroy it progressively to be able to fight and access his abilities demonic

I don't think this demon is getting far unless they can prove a lot of usefulness to Muzan, because Muzan would be so interested in this ability to be in the sun (however temporary) that he would likely be inclined to reabsorb that demon on the spot to see how he can adopt that skill into his own cells. But let's say not!Envy here is a quick talker and convinces Muzan of his abilities to develop the technique better to make it more useful with more time. Muzan would accept an argument like that but hold them in close observation and put a lot of pressure on them to keep getting stronger. Muzan probably wouldn't even care about how much stronger the demon's core abilities get (especially if they are weak and harmless in the first place), but how long and how convincingly that demon can keep a human form. Also, that demon would totally be tasked with looking for some certain blue flowers in daytime, and said demon would probably feel some desperation to find them and prove their continued existence useful.

From a narrative tension perspective, I'd be curious how well and how long the demon can maintain this sort of protective human coating throughout the hours exposed to the sun, as I could imagine that as a temporary and gradually shed technique, it leaves some room for imperfection and danger of the sun poking through. It would be interesting to see this demon caught in a situation where their disguise isn't going to hold out much longer but the summer daylight just won't hurry up and go away and they are stuck in a situation they can't easily escape from, like in a mission from Muzan in which they are parading as a human, maybe even as a Corp member which has allowed them to infiltrate a secret place like Oyakata-sama's villa. Leave that spot, and Muzan will kill them for sure!

[goodqueenaly]

When Kevin is ruminating on the past, he thinks that Aerys paid for his life and crown by choosing Chelsted and Rossart over summoning Tywin as Hand, but we are told elsewhere that Casterly Rock ignored entreaties from both the iron throne and the rebels, is this an oversight?

I don't find these two statements inconsistent, personally. Remember that in Kevan's mind, Tywin was a great and noble ruler who despite his abilities was forced to suffer "a mad king’s envy" and "slights beyond count" for the better part of two decades. Whatever you as a reader think of Tywin's actual policymaking, Yandel makes clear in TWOIAF that Aerys increasingly undermined Tywin's ruler seemingly for no better reason than spite (as opposed to, say, having better policies of his own to pursue). For Tywin, a man who literally believed that Lannisters were and are the master race of the realm, this false appearance of ultimate authority I think proved incredibly irritating; he, Lord Lannister, was supposed to be in control, the master executive and grandfather of a future king, yet Aerys put him down and insulted him as often as he pleased.

So when the Battle of the Bells resulted in disaster for the Targaryen forces, I think Tywin and Kevan expected Aerys to come crawling back to his old Hand. If Summerhall had proven (to the Lannisters, at least) that Aerys' devoted cronies were incapable of providing serious leadership in a crisis, Stoney Sept had proven (again, at least to the Lannisters) that Tywin's analysis of Jon Connington - "'too young, too bold, too eager for glory'" - was correct, and that Aerys' intent to choose "someone young and vigorous to match Robert's own youth and vigor" was misguided. Clearly, so Tywin and Kevan might have assumed, the only solution would be for Aerys to reach back out to the experienced, stalwart Hand who had proven his effectiveness in crushing rebellions. I think they fully expected that Aerys would metaphorically go on his knees to Casterly Rock and tell Tywin how wrong he, Aerys, had been to him, how of course Tywin should be reinstated as Hand, how he, Aerys, would given Tywin anything he wanted if only Tywin could save the realm from disaster.

However, I think Aerys refused to go so far. Aerys had already grown deeply suspicious of Tywin during the latter's tenure as Hand, convinced Tywin was in a conspiracy against him. Add to that Aerys' growing general (and violent) paranoia, and I think the king would have been aghast at the idea of restoring his "overmighty servant" as Hand (especially at the suggestion of the son Aerys already suspected and distrusted). Given enough political pressure, I think Aerys did agree to send a raven to Casterly Rock ... but only to summon Tywin to work for him, and specifically not as his Hand. Indeed, I think Aerys would have made it clear that he expected Tywin to serve under his, Aerys', new Hand, Lord Chelsted - a pointed, typically petty reminder from the king that Tywin was no more than a servant of the crown, and (so Aerys may have assumed) a check on Tywin's ambitions.

This is what I think Kevan meant by saying he had "expected that afterward Aerys would have no choice but to summon Tywin once more … [sic] but the Mad King had turned to the Lords Chelsted and Rossart instead". Whether or not Tywin would have accepted the position of Hand again, Aerys I think was not going to give him the chance. That role would go to the men Aerys believed were totally loyal to him, Aerys himself, his old flunkie Qarlton Chelsted and his equal in obsession with fiery destruction, Rossart; Tywin's only role, in Aerys' mind, would be to hand over his gold and his armies for Aerys' benefit.

#asoiaf meta #tywin lannister #kevan lannister #aerys ii targaryen #robert's rebellion

[akiiyamashun]

Okamura glanced over at her husband with a smile. Her hand snuck under the table to rest on his leg. The gesture was purely affectionate for the moment ; with the couple surrounded by their large and eccentric family ( the addition of young Beau behind her chair included ) sharing a meal, it was hard not to become sentimental. Gomez and Morticia had started to host these get - togethers after Daigo and Melissa married. That it continued to grow with cousins and now children clearly made the pair happy. Okamura hummed something softly, lost in thought for a moment. She stopped eating entirely, instead choosing to savor the sound of Beau's comforting rumbling near her and the sight of Akiyama's beautiful eyes. After a minute, however, the heiress realized her name was being called.

Okamura hastily turned to the matriarch of the Frump family : an old witch that adored the strange pink - favoring girl as fiercely as her own daughters. "Azumi, how was your first month?" Grandmama asked curiously, leaning forward.

"My first what, Mama?" Okamura responded with confusion, lifting her water to her lips.

Grandmama chuckled, a dark and rich sound any witch would envy. A true cackle. "Your baby, lioness," she teased. "I know one to two months isn't very different, but I wanted to check in. I can't wait to meet him, you know ; he's going to be a handsome devil."

The heiress felt the blood drain out of her face at the implication of Mama Frump's statements. She choked reflexively on her drink and did her best to stifle it under her free hand. Her fingers curled into Akiyama's thigh, holding it tightly for support. Okamura inhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words. Out of instinct, she moved to touch her stomach under the table, thereby linking their budding family together.

"The baby is fine evidently," Okamura breathed, swallowing with difficulty. "It's been so easy, you know, I feel like I don't even know he's there sometimes." She looked over at Akiyama then, glittering green eyes wide.

unscripted asks . always accepting

The pressure on Akiyama’s thigh was hardly a strange occurrence - for a couple of individuals raised in Japan, they sure had adapted fast to the more physical way of their western family (by blood or affinity, as it were). The loan shark returned it with an adoring smile for his wife, a hand momentarily slipping under the table as well to squeeze the heiress’ one in response for good measure.

But since Akiyama had not finished with his meal, he brought it back up, picking up the fork and resuming the task of cutting his meat into tiny pieces. He was only vaguely aware of the conversation involving his beloved - it wasn’t until the oldest witch at the table laughed in that peculiar way of his that his attention was captured as well (how could he not look their way when one sounded like that? If his time with the Addamses had taught him anything, it was mostly that fictional depictions of the supernatural had been tamer in relation to their real counterparts).

...And then he proceeded to ruin Okamura’s graceful save by dropping the cutlery over the table, the annoying clinking sound of the metal against porcelain not pleasant on the ears of the dinner guests. A couple of looks strayed to gaze at him, but the focus of the majority of the audience was on the blonde: she was the mother after all.

The mother of his child. His son? Did Akiyama’s ears deceive him or Grandmama proclaimed their baby to be a ‘handsome devil’? That meant their firstborn would be a little guy, right?

The shock that Okamura felt echoed beautifully within her husband; it wasn’t as if they were surprised that a man and a woman having unprotected sex after marriage led to babies - they were both educated, cultured individuals aware of the biology involved. It was just that neither of them had noticed - there were no noticeable changes on the murderess’ figure, no morning sickness, no weird cravings for food...

Akiyama’s gaze then went straight to the glass of champagne that Okamura had been drinking - it was one of her favorite vices and she always had a glass when in good company. The alarm in his eyes was pretty telling, a sign of distress at the idea that the woman had been unknowingly pregnant and drinking, which could lead to-

“It’s just champagne, Shun. Your darling son will be more than fine,” Melissa added in a soft and soothing tone, an elegant handwave dismissing his budding concerns with the certainty of someone who had gone through the motions before - and from a numerous family, too. “Besides, the Addams cousins from Italy and Spain have all been conceived, gestated and sometimes even brought into this world under the influence of their delightful wine - you have nothing to worry about.”

Yayoi then laughed across the table - her voice a crystalline and excited sound, caused by how she had unwittingly made the candelabrum closest to her levitate, although with direction and precision severely lacking given how her powers were only beginning to manifest. Grandmama’s attention was sequestered by their shenanigans then, promptly getting everything under control before a fire could begin during the meal, and leaving the stunned couple of recently wedded individuals (and soon to be parents) in peace.

Akiyama chose that moment to look at Okamura - and the initial confusion started to melt from his face, giving rise to a warm, excited smile. The loan shark’s concept of fatherhood had been complicated at best - from something he took for granted and more of a chore to something he came to be afraid of... And now, definitely a surprise, but a welcome one. Being so readily received by a branch of a family he had never connected with gave him something important: hope that everyone, indeed, belonged someplace (or with someone).

“My star,” he said softly, placing a hand over hers again - softly this time, and bringing it from under the table to gently move a thumb over the back of the heiress’ hand in plain sight, “This sounds like the beginning of our very own constellation. I hope he takes after you and shine as brightly as you do.”

#iii. answered #rosegoldandsequins #dyn. (okamura - the goddess) #v: the family values #no matter the verse #the leggy man always blue screens at this moment #despite being aware this is always a likely scenario XD

[quindolyn]

subby Jamie fluffy (Smut?) where he wakes up in the middle of the night and sucks on the readers titties to drink from her tits because she's lactating after giving birth to their daughter. I don't know if this makes sense but I hope it does!

Lactation Kink || James Potter

A/N: I'm not even sure if I should include "kink" but I will admit that there are some very smutty overtones so read at your own discretion. I tweaked the request a little bit in terms of the circumstances but the bones are still there. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: lactation kink, light sub!James and Dom!reader, not much I don't think, all acts are completely consensual and if they needed a safe word they'd have one

Word Count: 1851

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were life savers. They could only watch their two closest friends creep closer and closer to death for so long before doing something about it.

After giving birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago you and James had come to understand a new definition of the word exhaustion. You were absolutely enamoured with your baby boy, James the same way if not worse, always keeping him cradled in his arms, Harry’s little head nestled into the crook of James’ arm.

Regardless, there is no amount of parental love to counteract the complete lack of sleep the two of you have endured. “Sleep when the baby sleeps” they all say, it's excellent in theory if only the baby would actually sleep.

No, instead you and James were subject to months of newborn induced insomnia,

You’d barely understood what Remus and Sirius were saying when they offered to watch your son for a few days, give you and James some time alone. Even though every part of your being screamed for you to take them up on their offer there was that small, annoyingly persistent, voice in the back of your head. The voice of maternal guilt.

Your friends wouldn’t hear any of your arguments, listening as you insisted that Harry was still far too young for you to leave him, you could barely stand a few hours, how were you supposed to survive days?

Despite your insistence that it was far too early to leave Harry with his godfathers for an extended weekend when the following Thursday rolled around you and James were rather unceremoniously kicked out of your own house, told that reservations had been made for you at an expensive spa and resort and that you were not to return home until the following Monday.

They’d even packed your bags for you.

You and James had successfully made it through the first night away from your baby, your quality of your sleep however was not up to par as you tossed and turned, worrying about the little boy you’d left at home.

Even cuddled up to Jamie’s chest your sleep was more like a light sheet over your consciousness giving you a shallow, unsatisfactory, reprieve.

What you needed was for sleep to hit you over the head with a baseball bat, knock you unconscious for hours and give your body time to recover.

After a long, exhausting day of taking advantage of the resort's numerous spa treatments, your wish of deep, meaningful sleep seemed as though it might actually just come true.

Minutes after laying your head down on the pillow, James slipping into bed behind you, you were out cold. Pulling you closer so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck James was close behind you.

Finally, sleep.

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Your tits hurt, they fucking hurt. You were finally getting some quality sleep but the discomfort in your chest became intolerable and you were lulled back into a dreaded state of consciousness.

You’d been so ready for sleep and the peace that it would bring that you’d forgotten to pump your milk before getting into bed. You find yourself regretting that decision now, you shift slightly in James’ hold, just as tight as it had been when you’d fallen asleep. The clock on the bedside table reads three in the morning.

Fuck me, you think, your thoughts still blurry from sleep, carrying a weight in your temples that lures your head back down to the pillow as you fall back into your spot in James’ arms. You’re going to have to get up eventually, that much you understand, but the prospect of getting up and finding the pump, hooking it up, then actually sitting there while you pump sounds nothing short of absolutely dreadful.

You can only lay there for so long, on your back so as not to apply any pressure to your breasts, staring up at the ceiling before your tits go from hurting to feeling like they’re about to explode.

Eventually you’re forced to begin to fuss in James’ arms, trying to find the seal that will let you get up hopefully without waking your husband.

Even asleep James’ grip is insistent, he’s like quick sand, the more you try to maneuver your way out of his arms the tighter his hold gets, the closer he pulls you to him.

“Jamie, you gotta let go,” You murmur, hoping to appeal to the half asleep man.

“Where you going, angel?” His voice is the crashing of a wave against the shore in your ears, low, rumbling, calming. That voice alone is enough to have you considering just climbing back into bed with him, exploding tits be damned.

“Forgot to pump Jamie, m’tits feel like they’re ready to explode.”

He flickers his eyes open, worry etched into his irises, already blanketed in sleep, “Hurting?” Raising his head his eyes drop to your tits, like maybe he’ll be able to see your affliction.

“A little bit,” You nod, your hands combing through his unruly curls before making another attempt to rise from the mattress, “Gonna pump and then I’ll feel all better. I’ll be quick.”

“No,” He whines, god you miss the sound of his whine. His arms are like steel as he pulls you firmly back onto the bed, “M’thirsty anyways.”

Confusion heightens in you before James turns you so you’re fully on your back before slipping under your arm, resting his head on your chest.

Nimble fingers find the neckline of the silk camisole you’d found in the luggage Remus and Sirius had packed for you, sons of bitches also packed every single pair of lacy panties you own.

With little difficulty he slips the thin strap down your shoulder allowing him to tuck the soft material of the top under your breast.

“Miss my girls,” He whispers as he bares your breasts, they’re swollen with milk but the way he’s looking at you you’d think they were something far more precious.

“I’ll be gentle,” His promise comes just as he latches onto your pert nipple, carefully guarding his teeth with his lips, the last thing he would wanna do is hurt you.

It bears little resemblance to the way he used to suck your tits, fervently like they were the only things keeping him grounded, sometimes they had been. Now he proceeds with a new sense of caution but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable.

“Jamesie, ‘s for Harry, you can’t drink the baby’s milk,” You regrettably push him off your tit, he looks anything but pleased.

“They were mine first,” He whines, throwing you a dirty glance that falls completely flat given the immense adoration that lies just behind it, “And I told you (Y/N), ‘m thirsty, want your milk. Wanna make you feel good.”

Giving you his most convincing puppy dog eyes he leans back in, he latches on efficiently and sucking with an increased vigor you feel a feeling of fullness swell in your breast as your nipple tingles. It’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to but so rarely has it ever turned you on as when James is the cause of it.

He hums in satisfaction as the warm milk seeps into his mouth, it encourages him in his efforts causing him to latch on tighter. A little too tight.

“Easy there baby,” You hiss, “M’tits are sensitive.”’

He complies immediately, loosening his lips around your nipple the sensation becomes pleasurable once more. The pleasure helps distract from the discomfort which, at least in the tit James it latched onto, seems to be dwindling. The other breast is left aching until you feel a similar sensation coming from your nipple.

“You’re leaking.”

Casting your eyes downward you see that he’s right, you’re leaking slightly out of your unattended nipple. It's not unusual for it to happen but usually you just brush it away with a warm washcloth, not wanting to have a sticky mess on your chest.

Carefully, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the over sensitive bud.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He brings his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean, the visual is almost enough to make your head spin.

You can’t remember the last time you saw James subby, ever since you’ve had Harry it's been sleepy handjobs and once you fully recovered, him pushing you up anywhere he could and taking you right there. It’s like parenthood awoke something far more dominant inside of him but as he latches back onto your tit you’re reminded how beautiful he is when he submits to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers dance along the nape of his neck as you feel yourself unwinding with every second he sucks at your tit, bringing you relief.

“You full yet?”

He gently lets your tit slide from his mouth before responding, “Does it still hurt?”

The genuine concern in his voice has butterflies erupting in your stomach, you learned a long time ago just how sweet and caring James is but sometimes it hits you harder than you were expecting and you’re left feeling just as giddy as you did in the beginning of your relationship.

James seems to have sucked you dry, or at least to a point where your tit no longer burns with the feeling of an impending explosion.

“No s’all better baby, did such a good job,” You guide his face up towards yours, “Got a little milk on your lips,” You lean in, kissing the milk off his swollen lips.

It’s sweeter than you expected but maybe everything was sweeter coming off his lips.

You take your time admiring his face, hazel eyes that look a little more brown than they did yesterday, lips an impossible pink. Thick, long lashes you remember envying for as long as you’ve known each other cast their shadows along his cheekbones. He’s perfect.

You run the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip before letting him suck it into his mouth, when he couldn’t get to your tits sucking on your fingers always used to help James calm down. For the life of you you can’t remember the last time he’d sucked on your fingers. If it’d been in the last seven months you’d probably just been too tired to remember.

Letting your digit slide from his mouth James hauls himself over you, careful not to brush against your breasts, to lay on your other side. He moves with a surprising grace considering just minutes ago he’d been in the throws of sleep, you’d forgotten how well he moved.

“Other one now,” He murmurs, eyes glued to your tit as his hands move to cup it, giving him better access to your nipple.

“You sure baby? I can just pump this one and you can go back to bed, s’okay.”

“No,” His brows furrow with his empathic response, if he wasn’t already on top of you you’re sure he’d pull you closer in fear that you might escape, “Mine.”

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[rcksmith]

Invigorating — Five Hargreeves

Request : “Hii so i was thinking about some fic/headcanons where five discover that his powers are stronger when he is with reader.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here!!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope I got close to what you wanted. I thought it was better to do it in fic, but it was just out of personal preference, I hope you like it, I found it very adorable to write. Love u❤️

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff.

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The superhero life was a mess. Behind all the glamor of HQ’s and the romanticization of the media, there were only people trying to cope with their own lives when everything that was expected of them was nothing short of extraordinary. All the Hargreeves brothers knew this. And they carried the weight of the whole world on their backs. It was like trying to breathe with a rock pressed against your chest, purging all hope of relief.

They would never have a normal life, with normal parents or friends. They would always be chained to that sentence that came with their powers. Sometimes, late at night, some of the Hargreeves wondered how much smoother life would have been had they not been born extraordinary.

Five stopped imagining fantasies that would never come true from an early age. He viewed situations with objectivity, coolness and calculus. But life at the Hargreeves mansion was not easy and the only way for him to deal with the traumas and pressures was to push them under the rug. Then Five started to scoff when the brothers talked about having a normal life.

Who did they want to think about it? They would always be circus attractions. They would never have a normal life. So it was better to get over it, because you can't miss what you never had, and it was stupid want to live a false normal life. They would never be normal, it was the curse of the Hargreeves, and Five accepted that.

But you revoked all of his sentences. You were absolutely normal. Typical life, family, friends and routine. And when you came into the life of the Hargreeves and brought the breath of relief that everyone needed, Five felt that rock be lifted from his chest whenever you were close.

And then he knew normalcy. Five tasted the sweet taste that was enjoying a ray of sunshine, a summer breeze, a sunset, all the normal details that you inserted into his life and that now ... now he had something to miss.

During the months, your presence, for Five, was a sigh of relief amid all the claustrophobic, and he felt a certain envy when he saw how Klaus had a way with dealing with people. How he and Alisson always knew what to say, how to act, and how to captivate you to the point where you want to spend more time with them.

It was hell for Five. because you presence calmed all his nerves, your energy soothed the restless air and removed the rock that prevented him from breathing. Five realized how much he liked fresh air. And he didn't know how to make you want to be close to him too. He felt at peace when you were close. And it was an overwhelming discovery.

“Here it is.” You said, handing Five a mug of coffee, without him even asking.

That was one more thing that made you wonderful in his eyes. You two never had a long conversation, but you knew enough, and whenever you were in the kitchen, helping the Hargreeves for breakfast, you knew exactly what to give him.

Okay, to be fair, you knew exactly what to deliver to everyone. For Klaus, passion fruit juice and hangover aspirin, big and fat pancakes for Luther and Diego, Waffles for girls and strong black coffee for him. It wasn't like Five thought you were treating him in a special way.

But... whenever you gave him coffee and your midday sun smile, that was the best part of the day. And he wished, deep down in his soul, that it was special.

He nodded his head. And he drank the coffee knowing that the taste would be nothing short of excellent. Five concluded that you had a habit of turning everything you touched into gold.

“Are you going to see training today to wait for us?” Alisson asked you.

It was Friday, and Alisson, Klaus, Vayna and you had agreed to go shopping after them training. It was not new you and them to go out together, but it was new for you to watch their training. It was nothing formal, just routine, so it was easier to wait for them finishe than you to leave and return.

“If it's okay with you guys.”

The brothers agreed and Five thought it best not to show any reaction. He told himself it was because it didn't matter whether you saw a workout or not, but, deep in his soul, Five knew it was for fear that if you focused your attention on him, you would end up listening to him fast heartbeat.

But if he knew that everything would start in that training, he would have thought twice about going.

You were sitting on one of the mats in the garden, sometimes reading something on your phone while the brothers practiced the training. It should have been routine for them, as usual, but they all had difficult missions last night and felt exhausted to do their best.

Five came to know his own limits, he knew when his body was entering the last reserves and that it would no longer hold its powers. It was like a big battery that he needed to recharge to keep working. He felt the sting in his muscles, a warning that Five came to understand that signaled that his powers were going to fail.

Five was already orchestrating strategies to dodge Diego's knives when, already knowing that it wouldn't work, he tried to teleport. But the blue flash swallowed him up and when he took him behind his brother, and Five felt his muscles revitalized, the shock left him stunned.

It had never happened. But it hasn't happened again in weeks too.

Five spent days trying to understand how his powers took a turn and then retracted the same stake when he trained again. The bite always hit him in the muscles and then his powers left him in the hand. Five could no longer find the invigorating sensation that followed the hooks.

The second time his powers got stronger was when Luther was pissing him off. They had arrived from an exhausting and difficult mission, and that time you asked them to come to your apartment for dinner. Because you knew that the negativity of the mansion would not do well for a situation that had already brought out the best in the Hargreeves. Always the good person. You knew how to alleviate a situation with the smallest of gestures, and it made you look wonderful again in the eyes of Five.

After dinner, Luther was teasing Five, throwing cushions at him across the room, while everyone talked and rested in the living room. You made them feel like it was just a normal end of day. That they were just tired after work, traffic, and not because they were damn superheroes who fought a nuclear leak and terrorists. It seemed to Five that everything was easy and charming with you.

Then, when Luther threw another pillow at him, and Five felt the sting in his muscles, but tried to teleport to strike back anyway, the invigorating air ran through his muscles and the blue flash swallowed him.

Once again, Five was surprised. And suddenly, he forgot why he teleported.

His mind hummed like a propeller, trying to understand what the hell was going on. And that's when his eyes were drawn to you, like magnets.

The world was seemed to run out of breath, the atmosphere slowed and he followed every move you made until your eyes met his. It was instantaneous. A hot desert wind swept Five from head to toe, and brought the hot, overwhelming thought “It's her.” You were doing it. You were the one who left him invigorated. You removed the rock from his chest and he could breathe. His powers were reacting to you, and the realization it that stunned Five.

You smiled for him and went back to talking to Vayna, oblivious to the overwhelming discoveries that flooded Five.

The third time your presence showed that his theory was right was when you two were alone. It was Tuesday night. You were making cocktails with Klaus and laughing when he gave his verdict:

"I am happy that you are beautiful and intelligent enough to know that you must think about several other professions, because you would definitely make a terrible bartender." Klaus put aside a drink you made after making a face.

You laughed, throwing an olive at him.

“Why beauty would help me?”

“Prostitution, perhaps.”

“KLAUS!” You looked at him with amused indignation and you two laughed out loud.

“I'm going to get something good. Don't get out of here.” He stood up, taking his coat.

“Be careful!”

“I always do, baby.” He shouted at the door, leaving.

You laughed at nothing, cleaning up the mess you had made on the counter, throwing the used lemons in the trash.

That was when Five appeared. The mission mask on his face, the uniform slightly scorched.

“Hey.” You smiled as soon as you saw him, your heart beating faster. “All right?” You pointed to his clothes.

“Fire” Five say, sitting on the stools at the counter you were on and opening the bottle of vodka.

You gave him a glass, and Five thanked him silently while filling a shot and turning it all over at once. You couldn't get your attention off him. His hair was black as the background of the galaxy, his lips were red with drink, the mask adorned his eyes. God, he was beautiful and you felt that you could no longer reason consistently.

This always happened when Five was involved. He is a god of Olympus who had the power to destabilize you with just one look. Now, however, the mask delivered that he could swing you just in the presence.

In fact... that mask just made everything more mysterious and attractive. You felt something humming inside you, like a harp string that connects your heart to your belly.

“What?” Five's voice brought you out of the trance, revealing that you were looking at him for too long.

“N-nothing” You tried not to blush.

You turning around to put away the other bottles that Klaus and you had removed. But the floor was damp from the melted ice cubes you both dropped. And you was so stunned that you slipped.

As soon as the world spun and the wind hit your face, you were prepared to fall to the ground when a blue flash protected you and firm arms held you.

The breath drained, the callus increased, and Five was absolutely sure that it was you who made him stronger. You were the one who reinvigorated his powers because when he came out of that fire, the sting in his muscles hit him hard, and he knew he hadn't been able to use his powers anymore.

But when you looked up at him, and Five felt your warm skin on his hands, he knew he couldn't stay away from you anymore. He thought about doing something, his body was screaming for you, but he didn't have a chance. Your fingers touched the corner of his mask, gently contouring the left edge.

“You're Gorgeous...” Your whispered was a breath, but Five could hear.

Then he leaned over and pressed his lips to yours, because he felt he couldn't live any longer if he didn't. And when you kissed him back, his whole battery was recharged and that rock that was choking him was destroyed in millions of pieces.

As soon as you were apart enough to breathe, your fingers removed his mask and curled your fingers in his black hair. And this time, it was you who brought your lips together in the most passionate kiss.

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[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E4; Chapter Four, The Body - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"We keep losing the signal, but you heard it, right?"

The five of us were gathered in Mike's basement once more. Lucas and Dustin had nearly broken down my door earlier this morning in a frantic scramble. They had both began talking really fast but I caught bits and pieces, something about Mike hearing Will. That was enough to get me out of my room, regardless of my health, or whatever the hell is wrong with me.

It took me less than five minutes to get dressed and before I knew it, I was on my bike and in the lead to Mike's. When we got there he quickly ushered us down to the basement and that is how we all ended up sitting by El, listening to her fiddle with the supercomm. The voice I heard was hard to believe but unmistakably Will's.

I knew that a big part of me was hoping so desperately that he was alive that I was willing to believe anything. I know it's not healthy, but I couldn't resist giving into the belief that my best friend is alive.

"Yeah, I heard a baby," Lucas all but sighed.

"What?" Mike asked, seemingly astonished.

"Mike, you obviously tapped into a baby monitor. It's probably the Blackburns' next door." Lucas sighed, wanting to believe that Will was alive.

I could tell he wanted it to be true. But I guess that's where we are different, Lucas is better at sticking to reality and reason. Something I often envied.

"Uh, did that sound like a baby to you? That was Will!" Mike said matter-of-factly.

Lucas rolled his eyes, clearly getting frustrated.

"Mike..."

"Lucas, you don't understand. He spoke last night. Words! He was singing that weird song he loves. Even El heard him!"

My head snapped up. I had been silent throughout this whole endeavor, keeping a safe distance from the circle, still not completely sure if I was sick enough to contaminate anyone. But I spoke up.

"Should I Stay or Should I Go? By the Clash?" My voice was slightly urgent.

"Yes! At least I think it's by th– you know what? It doesn't matter. The point is," he looked around the room to party one by one, his eyes landed on me last with a knowing look. "I think there is a good chance Will is alive."

I gave a small smile at Mike, communicating my gratitude silently.

"Well if El heard him–" Lucas began, annoyed.

"Are you sure you're on the right channel?" Dustin cut in.

"I don't think it's about that. I think, somehow, she's channeling him."

"Like... like Professor X."

"Yeah."

Lucas looked to me, then the boys. "Are you actually believing this crap?"

"I don't know, I mean..." Dustin sighed. "Do you remember when Will fell off his bike and broke his finger? He sounded a lot like that."

Lucas gave us an incredulous look. "Did you guys not see what I saw? They pulled Will's body out of the water. He's dead!" Lucas screamed, his eyes landed on me long enough for him to see the pain in my eyes.

A lump in my throat grew large, and my palms became warm again. My eyes stung as I blinked away the tears, never breaking eye contact with Lucas. I stood up abruptly and excused myself in a hoarse whisper.

"Y/n..." Lucas sighed after me, only to be met with the bathroom door swinging shut.

My palms gripped the counter as I tried catching my breath. The salty tears escaped my eyes and I looked into the mirror to see what a mess I was. I really didn't want to have another anxiety attack. Not now. It's the last thing I need.

I wiped my eyes and blew my nose in some toilet paper. I grabbed an extra washcloth and set it aside. I turned on the faucet and waited for the temperature to cool down. I could hear the muffled voices of the boys, and then some scattered shuffling. When I was finally satisfied with the cool temperature of the water I ran the washcloth under the sink, soaking it in cold water.

I rung out the damp cloth over the sink before bringing it to my cheeks. The cool soft cloth felt refreshing on my heated face, and I put pressure over my eyes to bring down the swelling. It seemed to do the trick. I took an extra moment to steady my breathing, and I brought my hand up to rub my neck, sighing. However, I recoiled my hand when my neck was met with a harsh sting of heat. I looked at my hands, confused.

'The water couldn't have been that hot, could it? But, that...'

Too many questions arose from that simple theory, so I quickly dismissed it. Knowing that the longer I stay, the more worried the boys will become. And all I want is to know what the hell is going on. I open the door and rejoin my friends.

However, I don't see El or Mike.

Just Dustin and Lucas digging out some old boxes. Dustin noticed the look of confusion on my face and fills me in.

"We think if we get El to a stronger radio, like the Heathkit at school, she will be able to get a stronger connection to Will. We just need to find her a disguise. Mike is upstairs helping her out on makeup."

I nod, joining the boys and begin digging through another box, rifling through the many abandoned clothes and costumes.

"Y/n? I'm sorry, I just–" Lucas speaks up softly.

"It's fine," I mumble, not bothering to look up from the box.

I know he is sorry, but I also know that if I dwell on it any longer I will only grow more upset. I hear him sigh, and return to the box. An old pink dress I can only assume once belonged to Nancy had caught my eye. I pulled it out of the box and showed it to the guys.

Lucas gave a firm nod, and Dustin proudly showed off a blonde wig he had found. I lead the way upstairs and handed El the dress and wig which I had taken from Dustin. I gave her a small smile, indicating that I was okay and not mad at her.

She seemed more comfortable with the idea of changing alone but insisted I help with the wig, she seemed very confused as to what it was. The boys were busy talking, but I was the only one who noticed her peaking her head from behind the door.

I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. She looked nervous but I didn't blame her. I smiled.

"You look great. And you'll do fine, I promise. Mike and I have got your back, and so does Dustin and Lucas, as much as they might deny it."

These words of comfort seem to earn a grateful smile from her. I return the gesture and grab the wig off of the bed.

"Alright, this may be different from what you're used to but it grows on you. Longer hair, I mean." I chuckle to myself at my unintended pun, knowing she probably wouldn't get it.

Embarrassed, I shake a way the comment and I adjust the wig on her, helping her to straighten out some loose hairs.

"And you are done. Are you ready?"

El looked to me, a thoughtful expression on her face before nodding. I open the door and step out to see the boys all turn in unison.

They look to me before I silently step aside to reveal El in her disguise. She held herself in a different way, I could tell. It wasn't bad but she didn't seem to know either. It was new. And Mike. Well, Mike couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Then again, what else is new? I smiled as I watched the scene unfold.

"Wow. She looks–" Dustin perked up.

"Pretty." Mike finished, his jaw practically on the floor.

El smiled at him shyly, a small blush dusted her cheeks. Mike seemed to realize what he had said and tried to play it off.

"Good. You look pretty good."

I rolled my eyes at his behavior and watched as El walked over to the mirror, Mike following. She seemed entranced at what she saw in the reflection. I can only imagine what it must be like for her.

She looked longingly into the mirror before wistfully whispering.

"Pretty." There was a pause, and her face seemed to fall a bit. "Good."

I pressed my lips into a firm line at the sight.

I just hope this works.

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[bluerosewritings]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns | Overblot!Riddle x Reader

You charged through the rose maze, cursing how loud your footsteps were. You'd heard Heartslabyul students talk about how insanely hard it was to even get halfway through the maze, but you never thought it would be this bad. Why, out of everything you could have done, did you think it would be a good idea to run into here?

Everything had gone so wrong. All you'd wanted was to help Ace and Deuce get out of their punishment - and if solving that with a duel meant helping the other students, great! There's no way it could end up worse than what happened in the Dwarf Mines, right?

You envied your past self's innocence.

In a weird way, you blamed yourself. If you hadn't opened your mouth, Riddle wouldn't have retaliated, so Ace wouldn't have decked his dorm leader in the face, someone wouldn't have thrown that egg at Riddle, Riddle wouldn't have freaked out and started beheading everyone, and he wouldn't have turned into... that. With that... thing hovering behind him like some sort of cruel puppeteer, looking way too familiar to whatever had tried to hurt you and your friends in the Dwarf Mines. Had you always been this unlucky?

Crowley had barely been able to say a thing before Riddle had cast Off With Your Head on the headmaster, then on Trey, Cater, and whatever poor souls that hadn't yet escaped Heartslabyul, tying them up with rose bush roots. Once again, you'd been the only one without a collar - maybe it was because of your lack of magic, maybe it was because you were from another world, you didn't know. You didn't hang around to find out - once Grim's yells at you to hurry up and get out of there snapped you out of your horrified trance, you bolted. Unfortunately, Riddle had noticed your sudden departure and chased after you, screaming your name.

You'd ducked into the Rose Maze hoping to shake him off. You wished you hadn't - all that you'd accomplished was getting yourself lost. Riddle's voiced seemed to be getting closer and closer by the minute, too.

"(y/n)!" Speak of the devil. The sudden shock of his voice nearly made you trip. "Come out this instant! Do you want your punishment to be even more severe!?"

Shaking off his words (or were you literally shaking?), you turned the corner. There seemed to be more and more roses as you went on - maybe a sign you were nearing the exit? Hoping so, you followed the blood-red flowers.

"(y/n)! I'm saying this for your own benefit! Tell me where you are, now! (y/n)!"

The leaves seemed to be disappearing under the red petals. A war between the two pieces of nature, two things that should be living in harmony instead being tainted by greed and ruining their peace. You had to be nearly out.

"(y/n)!!"

There were barely any leaves left now.

One last turn. One last turn and you should be--

Stuck. The roses didn't lead to the end of the maze at all. They led to the center of it.

A statue of the Queen of Hearts, like the one in the school among the other Great Seven, seemed to mock you with her smug expression. Now that you got a good look at her, she looked eerily similar to the specter haunting Riddle. Of course she did.

"So this is where you've been."

You turned so fast you fell over. Your mind couldn't even register the pain from your new cuts as you stared up in terror at the twisted form of Riddle. The boy himself seemed to be conflicted on whether to look at you with sympathy or smirk.

He settled on disappointment. "If you'd have just answered me earlier, you wouldn't be in such a sad state now, would you? Good grief."

Though he approached you at a normal pace, even that was enough to send a shiver down your spine. Desperately you tried to push yourself off the ground. Only it didn't work - you looked down to see yourself literally rooted to the floor. Following the root's path, you saw they were coming from the two rose bushes levitating by Riddle's side. No surprise there.

Out of options, you looked up at this new version of Riddle looming over you. Trying not to let your fear show, you glared at him. The look only caused Riddle's eyebrow to twitch before his emotions exploded forth.

"Don't look at your Queen that way! Change your expression immediately!"

"W-Why should I?"

"You...!" Blood rushed to Riddle's face. "Ever since I met you, everything you've done...! Causing a disturbance at the entrance ceremony, encouraging Ace and Deuce's idiotic behaviour, even managing to turn Cater and Trey against me...! I should despise every single part of you! So why...!?"

Before you could ask what he meant, the rose roots shot their way up your back, repositioning themselves so they pushed you upwards. You had no time to react - not that you could do much, your hands were still restricted, now bound together - as Riddle tangled his fingers in your hair and forced his lips on yours.

It took you a second to process what he was doing. Once you realised, you begun trying to wriggle your way out of his grip. Unfortunately, this only annoyed Riddle further - he tugged at your hair, causing you to yelp. Riddle took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Any cries of protest went ignored.

You weren't sure how long the kiss lasted, but when Riddle finally pulled away you wasted no time gasping for air. There was a metallic taste invading your mouth. Your first thought was that it was blood but you couldn't raise your hand to check.

Riddle kept your foreheads touching, his hand still in your hair to keep you from moving away. You thought you were the only one that was dealing with a lack of air, but it seemed that Riddle's power up couldn't keep him from panting.

"Why...?" Riddle looked you in the eyes. The dark intensity scared you. It was a mix of anger, regret, confusion... and something else that somehow scared you even more.

"Why did I have to fall for someone like you...?"

Love.

Somehow the ferocity of the first kiss hadn't made it click for you. Now, however, the rush of fear gave you the strength to fling your head back and crash it onto Riddle's.

Only your foreheads were connected but it was enough. Riddle yelled in pain and let go of you. You fell on to the floor but were quick to get up as the pain was distracting Riddle from his control spell.

"(y/n)...! HOW DARE YOU!?"

You make it to the other side of the Queen of Hearts statue before roots burst out of the ground and latch on to your ankles. Caught mid-run, the sudden stop causes your to fall face-forward onto the floor. More roots appear to take advantage of the opportunity, latching themselves around you, binding you to the ground.

You couldn't turn your head, but you could feel Riddle approaching, glaring at your back. You weren't sure what was worse; the foreboding sense of darkness from Riddle's stares or the crushing feeling from the roots.

By the time Riddle was standing in front of you, black dots were decorating your vision. Tears were dripping out your eyes as you were unable to stop them. The unknown anxiety from what Riddle would do made breathing even harder. Riddle gritted his teeth, still nursing his head.

"Why do you insist on being so disobedient!?" Riddle growled. "Is it just because it's me!? You have no problem listening to those first-year ruler breakers! Is it them? Did they influence you? It has to be! It's their fault!"

"No...!" You croaked out.

Every word Riddle spoke caused the roots to become tighter. The tears fell even harder as you gasped for air like a fish out of water.

"No? Look at yourself!" Riddle scoffed. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd just followed my rules! I should have approached you from the start... I should've seen what leaving you alone would do. Damn it!"

"Pl...ease...!" You could barely make out Riddle's words. A dull ringing was going off in your ears, making it hard for you to focus.

"You had so much potential, right from the beginning, even if the mirror said you were magic-less, I saw it!" Riddle continued to scold himself, unaware of your desperation. "I should've told Crowley to place you in Heartslabyul, where I could've kept you on the right track... instead you had to become a rule-breaker! Why!?"

"I'm... sorry...!" You cried out.

The words caught Riddle's ears. He finally turned to you, realising what he'd caused. Gears turned in his head before he finally spoke.

"You're sorry, what?" He tried.

"I... I'm sorry, my Queen...! Riddle...!"

Instantly, the pressure was released. The sudden rush of oxygen to your lungs made you choke. Even though the roots were off you, you stayed laying on the ground, not wanting to push Riddle into doing that again.

"(y/n)." You looked up. "Come here."

Riddle stiffly opened his arms, as if embarrassed by the act. You hesitated, unsure if it was a trap. Riddle frowned.

"(y/n). Come here, now."

Out of options, you slowly pushed yourself off the floor. You still hadn't completely recovered, so you more stumbled than walked into Riddle's arms. It didn't seem to matter - the second you hit his chest, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. The similarity to what had happened not long ago earlier caused you to tremble. Riddle didn't seem to notice.

"Thank goodness." Riddle sighed in relief, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "You're not too far gone... you just need to properly learn the rules... that's a relief..."

The smile you felt caused your skin to crawl. Riddle began tracing kisses up your neck, across your jawline then connecting your lips again.

The kiss was softer this time, a chaste one that would've made your heart race if the situation wasn't so, so wrong. Even so, the fear of angering whatever you were kissing made you lightly press back. The monster in Riddle's form pulled back slowly, a child-like smile on its face.

One hand came away from your waist and ghosted against your neck. It sighed before you felt a wisp of magic circling your neck. While you couldn't see it, you felt the new accessory adorning your neck - a black choker with a red heart outlined with gold at the front; with no clasp to take it off.

Riddle hummed in approval, happy at the sight. He wasn't as pleased when he saw the look in your eyes -  a poorly concealed fear at what he'd done. He sighed, giving you a quick kiss before leaning you into his neck now instead. He raked his fingers through your hair in a soothing manner.

"I'm doing this for your benefit." He explained. "It's my fault for letting you hang around bad influences, but it's okay now. I'll make things right for you. You'll be following the rules perfectly in no time."

Riddle placed a kiss on your forehead and leaned next to your ear. He pressed a finger against the heart of your choker.

"You will, or it's off with your head."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x you #overblot

[bubblemiya]

Ace of Spades ~ Natsuo Todoroki x Reader

Chapter 1 : First day disaster

Next | Masterlist

Warnings: blood mention, abduction mention

word count: 2.2k

A/N: This is my first fic on my new blog and I am so excited about it! I hope you enjoy

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You knew hero work wasn't going to be easy but there was still a tiny part of you that thought you'd be snatched up by a top agency right away with your flashy suit and unique quirk. That wasn't quite the case. 

In fact the opposite happened, your strong quirk had very little drawbacks and many people saw it as dangerous, the nature of your quirk drew villain organisations to you. You defeated them, reported, even 'disposed' of some of them but there was one organisation you couldn't quite shake.

It was your loyalty to the side of heroes and your impressive skill set showcased in your fights that caught the eye of the Endeavour agency. Today was your first day at the agency, it had been a full year since your graduation from shiketsu, and it hadn't properly sank in yet until you were pulling on your hero suit in the women's changing room and a fiery haired sidekick basically pounced on you.

"Aren't you the new girl? I'm Moe Kamiji, my hero name is Burnin'" 

She was beautiful, her hair was unique and her loud personality made you envy her. Her inquisitive staring distracted you and you almost tripped pulling up your body suit. She chuckled and helped steady you before offering to help you zip up.

"I'm y/n l/n, my hero name is Phantom Light"

"from what I've seen of your quirk, you're like a ghost type pokemon! that's so cool"

If she sensed your nervousness or felt the heat rising in your face, she didn't mention it. She instead just waited for you to tug on your boots and rambled about how much she loves working at the agency. Her bright attitude was nowhere near what you expected walking into a workplace run by the most intimidating man you've ever seen. She had a natural warmth to her that seemed to calm your fears. You guessed that they sic her on all the newbies at the agency because of that. 

"well I'll show you around, newbie"

She looked confident and comfortable as she showed you around the main floors and you only hoped to feel the same way soon. You had already seen the reception and social media/pr team offices as they were on the way to the changing room but Moe had shown you the gyms with in-house saunas, break rooms, conferences rooms, and investigation rooms. The place was huge and despite being full of people, felt empty. It was terrifying, but still exactly what you expected from the new number one. Moe's phone beeped as you passed into another hallway and she pulled it from her bra to check.

"I regret not asking for pockets on this thing" she growled "shit, I'm being called to a villain attack not far from here, you're on your own for now, newbie." she turned to run down the hallway.

"Thank you Kami-"

"Call me Moe!" and before you could even respond she was gone. Your nerves suddenly came flooding back without your new friend there to ease them. With your 'almost fall' in the changing room and Moe leaving when you needed her most, it seemed lady luck was not on your side today. Right as you turned the corner you smacked right into someone exiting an office and they spilled their coffee down your shirt.

“Oh i’m so sorry!” 

“It's ok, my hero suit is quite thick so it's not that bad” you attempted to laugh it off but paused as you finally looked up. Your blood ran cold as you realised who you bumped into. The six foot five figure of your boss loomed over you. On your first day you just so happened to bump into Endeavour's son and cause a coffee spill right in front of the man himself. “I-it was my fault any-”

“You just started today and you’re already causing problems, we scouted you because of your impressive skill set but -”

“Shut up, old man” Endeavour's face immediately twitched in anger but he listened to his son, not wanting to cause a scene with him. “It was an accident and it was both of our faults” Endeavour looked embarrassed but grunted something inaudible under his breath. “I'm Natsuo, I'm sorry about your suit, take this” he held his jacket out to you.  

 “Its ok, it's just a stain”

“Please I insist”

You took it, not wanting him to be offended, and you got a chance to get a proper look at him. He awkwardly scratched his neck as you put on the jacket. There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Endeavour pushed Natsuo past you and carried on walking down the hall. You shook your head to try and rid you of your shame, you hoped you had not just ruined your big shot in the hero world. You walked back down to the offices, keeping your head down as you passed Endeavour and Natsuo to avoid the awkward eye contact. Endeavour was immensely intimidating so you wanted to avoid getting further onto his bad side as much as possible. You filled out the last of your paperwork and set out on your daily patrol.

You kept the jacket on during your patrol and kept in mind that you should take it off to fight but hoped that wouldn't be necessary. You wandered your designated streets, taking in the general hustle and bustle of the town. Bike bells and shop doors opening were sounds you considered comforting. You nodded at people as you passed them, even stopping to say hi to some kids, and stopped at a cafe for a drink. You walked with your drink, hoping for a peaceful end to your work day, until the bird chirping and happy kids turned to screams for help. Your feet, as if on autopilot, followed the sounds until you turned a corner and came face to face with a guy harassing a group of high school girls. You recognised his face from the news, he was a low level villain who had abducted some high school students over the last 3 weeks. He didn't have any strong quirk that you knew of so you went straight in with a strong punch. However, in your haste, you failed to notice the knife he had concealed until he swung it in your direction and he caught your stomach. It wasn't so deep that it needed immediate attention so you continued to fight him off. you had shouted at the girls to leave the alley but they were frozen in place. Fear sometimes acts as an invisible paralytic, 

one that we can't or struggle to fight against.

He had gotten in a couple of good swings but once you knocked the knife out of his hand he was pretty much useless. You gave him a harsh elbow to the nose that definitely broke it, a noise that you didn't wanna admit made you feel good and all but knocked him out with the hardest punch you could throw. While he was incapacitated you leaned down to slip him under your control into his body to possess him to make him easier to carry. Your quirk was called 'ghost' which not only gave you the ghostly ability to walk through walls but also to possess people and communicate with the dead. Your possession ability works like a telepathically controlled puppet instead of a typical spirit possession. Once you had his unconscious form up and ready to walk himself to the nearby police you made an attempt to calm the girls and make sure they followed you to the police so police could do safety checks and collect statements. You found it was easy to keep them distracted from their feelings by talking to them and answering questions they might have. You learned one of the girls, a short girl with black hair and black bunny ears, was named Hoshi.

"Are you a pro hero?"

"yup! I started at the Endeavour agency today!"

"Saturday is a weird day to start a new job"  

"There's no such thing as weekends when you're a hero" you chuckled at the way she rolled her eyes.

"Don't I know it. My dad is a pro too" 

"oh really?"

"yeah but he's away visiting my stepdad"

Your conversation abruptly stopped when police arrived on the scene and took both the unconscious villain and Hoshi away from your custody. The only thing left to do now was find where you had left Natsuo's jacket and head back to the agency to get stitched up. You ran back to a bench you passed to luckily find Natsuo's jacket still there. you didn't wanna get blood on it so you carried it back to the agency instead.

When you walked back in the agency building, Endeavour was standing in the office, handing paperwork to the receptionist, and he noticed you almost immediately.

"Phantom Light, what happened?"

"I got that guy who was abducting high school kids, the one that's been all over local news" Your chest felt heavy as you struggled to pant out your sentence. You were holding your free hand over the wound, putting as much pressure as possible on it to reduce bleeding.

"You're gonna need stitches, I'll take you to our in house doctor" He seemed a lot less tense than he did earlier and Natsuo was nowhere to be seen. You muttered a thank you and slowly walked behind him. He led you to a white door with a black metal name plate on it reading 'Dr.Kita'. You thanked Endeavour again and wandered into the room.

"Good work today, Phantom Light'' was the last thing he said before he shut the door behind you. He was being a lot nicer and even attempting to be encouraging which you figured was his own way of apologising for yelling at you earlier. 

The doctor was a tall guy around forty with yellow eyes and brunette hair that was already starting to grey. He welcomed you and got you to lie down on the bench so that he could stitch you back up. He was very talkative, as most doctors are as a way to distract from pain, and he asked about a couple other visible scars to focus your mind elsewhere. 

"I got the skin graft about a year ago, I got in a fight with some villain who had a fire quirk. I wasn't even at an agency yet, I was still looking to get scouted, but I walked past him harassing this man for money and I couldn't just walk past it" The doctor nodded as you told the story of the man with white hair and some nasty facial scars who burned you last year. You hissed as the final stitch went through and the doctor clasped his hands together.

"that's you all fixed up, now you just need to change and go home" he said, helping you off the bench and shaking your hand.

You walked back to the changing room and shoved your coffee and blood stained clothes in a bag and changed into your normal clothes. On your way out the building you passed Moe who all but begged for your phone number before you left.

The walk home was quiet and peaceful, The sunset was pretty and nice to watch as you made your way to the train station. The subway ride home had very few people and it was nice to have some time to yourself. You almost missed your stop though because your mind kept drifting back to white fluffy hair and pretty grey eyes. Natsuo was all you could think about. It didn't help that you had his jacket wrapped around you. The smell of an expensive cologne lingered around the collar, it was faint and softer than the cologne you expected him to wear. It was nice and comforting, a smell you could get used to.

Once you got back to your house you used your quirk to pass through the door - which is always locked because you used your quirk and had no reason to open it unless you were expecting food delivery. When you turned around to kick off your shoes you noticed the chain lock had been busted open. You quickly looked around the entrance to your house to check if anything was missing but everything was exactly as you left it in the morning. You dumped your duffle bag full of dirty clothes on the floor and went to check around the rest of the house. You upturned cushions, sifted through cupboards and looked underneath your copious number of house plants but everything seemed normal and in its right place. The only place left to check was your bedroom. Your hand shook as you grasped the door handle nervous to see if anything had been taken but when you walked in you couldn't see anything out of place until you turned your head to the dresser and there it was. Tucked into the frame of a photo of you and your brother sat a playing card, the ace of spades to be exact, with a time written on it.

"2:30 pm"

#bubble.natsuo #bubble.aceofspades #bubble.fic #natsuo todoroki x reader #natsuo x reader #natsuo todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #bnha angst #bnha fluff #x reader #bnha fic #natsuo #my hero academia

[faulty-writes]

Okaaaayyy. How about Todoroki has a crush someone who really is All Might's secret love child? When he finds out the illuminati music plays in his mind because... shE İS QUIRKLESS. Can I request something like this?(headcanons or one shot) Maybe in order to become her boyfriend, he first request All Might and Midoriya's permission. I don't know...

[I actually like this idea. I never really think much into next-generation things, the whole sons and daughters of current heroes and such. So this should be fun, I hope you enjoy!] 

Todoroki never thought he’d have a crush on someone, let alone All Might’s daughter. Though you were quirkless, you decided to pursue a career in nursing and worked alongside Recovery Girl. Helping her tend to the injured students, that’s how Todoroki met you. Though it’s safe to say he didn’t trust you at first, especially when he noticed how close you were to All Might, and that raised questions. 

In fact, you would get a headache from the questions he’d ask. Todoroki always managed to corner you and with a suspicious glare, he’d ramble off. “Why are they allowing a quirkless student in UA? I find that strange.” “Do you have a connection to All Might, I notice how close you two are. How can that be?” you would always make up some excuse and try to get back to helping the hero students. 

When he noticed you were friends with Midroiya, he felt a small amount of envy but he wasn’t sure if it was because you were close to Midoriya or Midoriya was close to you. If only he knew how much you envied Midoriya, after all, he was your father’s protege. Still, you had become close friends with him and ironically enough, Midoriya was envious that you were the daughter of All Might. It seemed like an endless cycle of envy. 

However, you made sure Midoriya knew to keep your relation to All Might a secret, given you and your father, had similarities. You had his unruly blond hair and while you were skinny, you weren’t as bony as your father was in his true form which you were thankful for. Apart from that, you had your mother’s eyes and your father’s heart for justice.

Todoroki eventually dropped his suspicions when he realized his questions were getting him nowhere. Instead, he’d show up at the Nurse’s office to have small conversations with you. Which surprised you at first, but you gladly accepted his new friendship. The day after Todoroki asked you to lunch was the start of when he began to realize his feelings for you. 

The stories you told about being quirkless and of your mother, who didn’t particularly like heroes, had him interested in you. In fact, when he was around you he’d remember how to smile which wasn’t an easy task. He felt the urge to protect you, even though you were capable enough on your own. In turn, you found Todoroki to be an interesting individual, even with his sad backstory and the fact that he was the son of Endeavor. 

He still managed to make his way through the world and he always pushed himself to his limits, never willing to give up. There were many things you admired about Todoroki, but your feelings were nothing compared to how much he admired you. He’d even go as far as to drop hints about how he felt. On occasion, he’d brush your hands together or make any excuse he could to touch you. 

He’d slump against you when you were sitting on the couch together and grab your hand when he insisted he had something to show you or that he wanted to hang out with you. You found it strange, but you went along with him. After all, what did you have to lose? Todoroki wasn’t the most exciting person to be around, but he was gentle and sweet. Despite appearing cold, he was very soft with his words. 

Sometimes it made you feel bad knowing you were keeping a secret from him, but if he knew the truth. How would he react? “Y/n?” Todoroki said and you popped out of your thoughts, turning your head to face him. “Hm?” you said as the wind blew your hair. Todoroki had insisted you watch the sunset together. It was a strange request, but who were you to deny him? 

“Are you alright?” he questioned, reaching over to gently lay his hand over yours, silence filling the air between you. “I …” your lip began quivering and you turned away from him. Despite being a pain in the ass when you first met him, you had grown to care about Todoroki. Especially through the friendship, you two had created and that’s why it was beginning to get so hard for you to keep your secret. 

You wanted nothing more than to admit to the world you were All Might’s daughter and let it be. But you were afraid of judgment. Most would probably expect you to have a similar quirk to your father, but instead, the world cursed you. It was unfair or at least that’s what you thought if only you knew the real story behind your father’s quirk perhaps you’d change your mind. 

But for now, you felt the guilt build. Todoroki deserved the truth and you felt lucky that a hero like him would even want to be friends with a quirkless nobody. You took a deep breath, grabbing his hand to squeeze it tight. “I ...I’ve had something on my chest for a long time now and I want to tell you ...but ...but I know I shouldn’t,” you said, the frown on your face growing. 

Todoroki frowned in turn and leaned close to you. “You can tell me anything,” he said, his heart racing in hopes that this something was that you liked him too. But he knew he shouldn’t dream too far. Still, he couldn’t help it, he had tried to deny his feelings for you. Shifting his focus from that to being a hero. But, it was no use. It was no use fighting something that was so true. 

So instead, he accepted his feelings and though you couldn’t tell. His heart raced whenever he was near you and he was always paranoid that he would end up blushing when he was around you. He always thought about you, whenever he was in combat or facing down a villain. The image of you was clear in his head and that would push him to prove himself to you. 

“Please ...what’s bothering you?” you nibbled on your bottom lip, the fear was making your heart race. “I …” you sighed in frustration and reached up to pull at your already messy hair. You closed your eyes, trying to relax. How would you go about telling him? “Do you remember the questions you asked me when we first met?” you said, dropping your hand. 

Todoroki looked confused but nodded. “Yes.” he replied, “Right well ...remember when you asked me ...i-if I had any connection to All Might or any of the teachers?” you asked and once more Todoroki nodded, “Yes,” he said and you chuckled, he was so straight-forward sometimes. It was as adorable as it was annoying. 

“Well …” you brought your knees up to your chest. “You weren't that far off …” you said, the words left your lips hesitantly and you felt Todoroki release your hand. “What do you mean?” he questioned, cocking his head to one side. You groaned, dammit. Why was he so dense? You sigh again and turn your body to face him, looking into his eyes. 

“Shoto …” you said and watched his eyes widen as you used his first name. You kept quiet a moment, a silent debate going on in your head. But he would find out eventually so wasn’t it better to just admit it now? Let go of the burden? Let go of the weight that continued to pile on your shoulders? You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. “I’m All Might’s daughter …” you said, hissing softly as your sentence ended. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to see Todoroki’s reaction, but it was safe to say thanks to the silence that filled the air he was more or less shocked. You peeked one eye open, almost amused to see Todoroki’s eyes wide and his jaw dropped. “Y-You’re ...what …” he said and you glanced down. “All ...Might’s ...daughter?” you repeated and Todoroki placed his hand to his chest. 

His heart was beating so fast, he was afraid he was having a heart attack. “I …” he began before staggering to his feet which surprised you. “I ...I have to go.” he turned away quickly and you frowned, “B-But we were supposed to watch the sunset together!” you called, feeling your eyes water over. Dammit, would everyone react like this when they found out? 

You sniffed and lowered the hand that was stretched out to Todoroki. A few tears ran down your cheeks before you sigh yet again. “Maybe telling him was a mistake, how can a quirkless nobody be the daughter of All Might?” you said to yourself before covering your face and allowing more tears to come. Eventually, the sky grew dark, but you didn’t feel like moving from your position on the grassy hill. 

You were almost worried about facing Todoroki the next day, but you didn’t see him when you arrived for your daily training under Recovery Girl and that worried you. Maybe he didn’t want to see you? You couldn’t blame him, though you weren’t exactly keeping your secret to hurt him. You just didn’t want anyone to know. 

The weight that would be put on your shoulders if people knew the child of All Might was close to useless was unbearable. But still, quirkless or not. Every child seemed to have some type of responsibility put on them, some goal that they had to reach in order to prove themself. Your mother hated heroes and though she didn’t put any pressure on you to reach any particular goal. She wanted you to accomplish great things nonetheless. 

Guess lying and keeping secrets wasn’t part of that. Your shoulders dropped, maybe you’d apologize to Todoroki when you saw him. Even if that didn’t help anything. In reality, when Todoroki heard those words come from you, he didn’t believe it. How can the daughter of All Might be quirkless, how could the daughter of All Might be you? The person he happened to have a crush on? Maybe something deep inside told him that you were related to All Might and that fueled his admiration for you? 

He wasn’t entirely sure, he didn’t have any hero he looked up to. Not even his father. But such things didn’t matter, he had to face the facts that he had feelings for you. Whether it was a crush or something more, he didn’t know. But he felt strongly enough that he had begun to imagine a life with you. He wanted to be more than your friend, he wanted to be your boyfriend and maybe if things worked out. Eventually one day, your husband. 

But he wanted to do things right, he wanted to ask your father’s permission to be yours. After all, he didn’t want to evoke the Pro Hero’s wrath or questions if he just asked you out and hoped for the best. No, he would be a man you could be proud of. So the next day, he decided to skip class and go searching for All Might. Eventually finding him in the woods near UA with Midoriya. “All Might!” he shouted as he approached, “Hm?” All Might turnt his head. “Ah, young Todoroki! How may I help you?” the hero questioned before scratching his head. 

“Wait a moment, are you not supposed to be in class?” he questioned, he had gotten special permission from the Principal to give Midoriya extra training during the first period and as far as he knew, Todoroki had no such permission. Still, he watched the young hero nod his head. “I am, but that’s not important to me right now. I …” he glanced away, feeling his face become flushed.

“Hm?” All Might blinked as well as Midoriya. “Uh Todoroki, are you okay?” Midoriya questioned and trembled when Todoroki glared at him. “Uh ...right, I’ll just wait over there …” Midoriya said, pointing to some section of the woods behind him. Once he was out of sight, Todoroki took a step towards All Might. “I know, y/n is your daughter …” he said flatly and All Might jumped, waving his hands in the air. 

“Now, now let’s not jump to any conclusions,” he said before Todoroki shook his head. “You misunderstand. She told me herself and I’m not telling you this because I want to hang it over your head or use it against you I …” once more he glanced away, he wasn’t used to feeling this vulnerable. He took a deep breath, curling his hands into fists and he looked at All Might with a determined expression. 

“I ...want to ask your permission to ask her out, I want to ...to be her boyfriend.” he finished, “Y-You what!?” All Might responded, clearly at a loss of what to do as he nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “Ah, well I ...I appreciate you asking me but uh ...well …” he glanced down before looking over his shoulder. “Young Midoriya, come here!” he ordered and almost like an obedient dog, Midoriya came running over. 

“Yes, All Might?” he questioned and Todoroki rolled his eyes, Midoriya certainly was a fanboy. “Young Todoroki has feelings for y/n!” he announced and Todoroki’s eyes went wide, his cheeks turning a dark red. Did he have to announce that to the world? Midoriya turned to look at Todoroki and laughed as he saw how red his face was. “I kind of figured with the way you looked at her, y/n is amazing. I don’t think she’d mind if you confessed your feelings to her.” Midoriya said as he placed a hand on his hip. 

“Correct! I believe my daughter is quite considerate of other's feelings however,” he turned back to Midoriya. “Young Todoroki wishes to be her boyfriend, do you approve of that Midoriya?” he questioned and Midoriya looked surprised, “Me?” he questioned, his eyes nervously shifting back and forth. “Well, I ...I mean ...Todoroki-kun is …” he paused and turned to face his classmate who was impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. 

Midoriya took note of this and smiled, “I don’t see why not if you really have feelings for y/n and you promise to take care of her. I approve.” he said with a nod, “Ah very well! You have my approval as well, however, if I may ask. How do you plan on popping the question?” if Todoroki was being honest, he hadn’t thought of how he’d ask you. “I ...I’m not sure, but ...I know my feelings are true. I suppose I’ll just listen to my heart.” he said before bowing. 

“Thank you very much, it’s an honor to have your approval,” he said before leaning back up, smiling. “I promise,” he placed his hand on his chest. “I will not mistreat her, she is the most important thing to me and I will treat her as such. I will always protect her, I don’t care the cost,” he said, All Might and Midoriya nodded. “Good luck,” Midoriya said, making Todoroki’s smile grow bigger. “Thank you,” he said before walking away. 

He waited outside the nurse’s office until you came out for lunch, “Ah!” you jumped back when you saw him and immediately shifted your glance to the floor. “T-Todoroki ...a-about yesterday I …” you stopped speaking when he took a step toward you, laying his hand on your shoulder. “It’s fine ...I’m sorry for my behavior. I shouldn’t have run away but I suppose your confession came as a surprise to me,” he said before lowering his hand and you shyly glanced at him. 

“Yeah ...well …”  you played with your fingers, “I d-didn’t want to tell anyone. It’s hard enough being quirkless, on top of being All Might's daughter …” you said with a frown, but Todoroki smiled. “I think you are wonderful regardless, it doesn’t matter if you are quirkless. It doesn't matter that you are All Might’s daughter. You are you above everything else but I …” he glanced to the side. “I believe it’s my turn to say, I have something to tell you.” Oh God, you’d be in denial if you said you weren't afraid of what would follow those words. 

“Uh w-what is that?” you questioned, clearly nervous. Todoroki scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning red. “Well, I ...I spoke to All Might,” he began and you took a step back, “You what!?” you snapped and Todoroki was quick to grab your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “It was nothing bad, however, I wanted to ask his permission to do something,” he explained and you blinked, tilting your head to the side. 

“W-What did you need his permission for?” you questioned, forgetting your anger for a moment as Todoroki smiled and you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I asked him permission to be your boyfriend.” your jaw dropped, “B-Boyfriend?” you repeated, feeling your cheeks heat up as Todoroki stepped closer and laid his forehead against yours. “Yes ...I have liked you for some time and please don’t feel intimidated. I do not care if I am a hero and you a civilian or that I have a quirk and you do not.” he said before placing a kiss to your forehead. 

You squeaked in surprise and swallowed, feeling your mouth suddenly grow dry. “I want to protect you and I want you to be mine, so please ...will you give me permission to be your boyfriend?” he questioned as he linked your fingers together. “I …” for a moment, you had to ask yourself if this was really happening. Todoroki liked you and not only that, he had asked your father’s permission beforehand. 

You took a deep breath, Todoroki didn’t care if you were quirkless or not. He admired you for a reason beyond a quirk, beyond yourself. You appreciated that more than words could say, being different in this world often got you nowhere but Todoroki had his heart set on you. Perhaps together, you could accomplish great things. You felt a smile come to your lips before you looked at him, “Yes ...please be my boyfriend.” you said with a giggle before hugging him and Todoroki returned that hug all too eagerly. 

#shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha requests #irisaspro

[headoverjojo]

Is it cool if I ask for hcs of the Bucci Gang witnessing their new male member who is a shy stuttering mess go berserk and wiping out a rival gang in a fight by themselves? The new member takes on a whole wild and deadly persona when pressured in battle. You don't have to write this if it's too confusing.

Hello!! Oh it is more than cool :3 so here we go! I hope it’s enough to meet your expectations! Also I apologise if there are mistakes here and there, I’m more sleepy than I should be and I’ve not checked, oof- and so, dying like men, here we go!

Bruno’s gang with a new member who is really shy but goes berserk when pressured in battle

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

It was Bruno the one who recruited G/N, seeing a great potential under his shyness. Also, the fact that G/N had the guts to face Polpo and his test showed Bruno that the boy could make it! It wasn’t the best of works, of course, but… he didn’t have anyone. He was alone in this world and Bruno didn’t want him to fade like a candle. And who knew… maybe, after some work together, he would have managed to live out of the organization! At least, Bruno hoped this, for him…

Life in the gang wasn’t easy, of course. Aside of the light teasings of the group, which, however, never went too far, missions were a daily thing to deal with. Bruno was a bit worried, he had to admit it; the new recruit seemed so shy and timid…. would have he managed to end a mission? Bruno had to be sure he was ready, so, for the first missions, he went with him. It all seemed to go as it should, smoothly and fine, until a time when they found themselves in heavy disadvantage. They couldn’t clear the area alone…

This is when G/N snapped. Literally. Bruno clearly saw his eyes darkening and his expression grow serious, even… even dangerous. And then, before he could ask him what was wrong, he striked. Bruno had never seen something like that: with a deadly precision, he took down a whole enemy platoon without even sweating. In five minutes, all of them were on the ground, dead. Bruno was shocked; how was that possible…? However, when he came back to his senses, Bruno was fast to take him away from the scene. It had been… even amazing, yes… but he didn’t want G/N to see what he had done and maybe to feel guilty. Bruno knew it for sure: he would have done everything he could to prevent it from happening again.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio had many, many doubts about G/N’s entrance in the gang. He had studied him with sharp eyes, valuing if he would have been useful to the team. Seeing how he behaved, how shy and almost fearful he was, Abbacchio couldn’t help but to think that maybe he wasn’t good for the team and the organization in general. Too soft, too shy… he wouldn’t have lasted a day on a mission. And that was why Abbacchio, even if a bit unconsciously, always had an eye on him, to be sure their new member was fine.

Abbacchio even kept the others far from teasing him too much. He knew they, sometimes, were a bit too much -hell, he too was, sometimes-, but he didn’t think he was ready to handle the team’s teasings. Abbacchio also gave him advice, in his harsh and snappy way, of course, but his advice saved G/N’s life more than once. Also, he always insisted to go on missions with him, to keep an eye on him; to be sure he wasn’t going to mess up, he always said, but everyone knew that he just wanted to be sure he was safe, like a sort of mama bear with her cub.

Luckily, missions always went well. They always were a quick thing: they came, they grabbed the information they needed, they fled. This worked well until the day when they had to face not one or two guards, as usual, but an entire enemy gang. Their enemies weren’t even looking at G/N; their goal was to kill Abbacchio, Moody Blues’ user, and to shut his mouth forever. However, this was an incredible mistake; finding himself pressured and without any escapeway, G/N shifted completely. He launched himself, with a cold and raging determination, and he snapped everyone’s neck like it was nothing, without being wounded even once. When he was done, he couldn’t believe it. He did this all…? Abbacchio too was shocked. What the hell…? He didn’t stop to think too much about it: he grabbed him and just ran the hell away from there. He never talked again about it, but now he was even more protective: he didn’t want more blood on their hands.

Guido Mista

Mista takes his time to study the new member and how he behaves. He’s kinda shy, reserved… he doesn’t know if he would stay long in the team, to be honest, in Passione in general. He personally knows certain people in the organization who would tear him apart in tiny pieces without a second thought; all in all, G/N has been lucky to end up in their gang, where they all, more or less, are all pretty reliable guys… still, this doesn’t mean he’ll leave him alone just because he’s shy and such. Every new member must have a chance to enter in their family!

And so, Mista approaches them in his usual way: starting one of his weird convos, mostly about food -food brings near people, he always says-, but he doesn’t expect him to actually get invested into the conversation! Usually the others are too weirded out by his reasonings… he, instead, seems interested! That’s something new! Maybe he has found the Great Friend he always missed? He hopes so! And, not to even risk to lose him, he always go on mission with him. He’s a veteran and his stand allows both of them to stay far from the action, but this doesn’t work every time…

As, for example, that time. Mista thought to have taken down all the targets, but no; as soon as he and G/N peeked from their hiding spot, they were ambushed. Mista was out of bullets and he wouldn’t have never reloaded in time; they were done. Maybe not; G/N, seeing himself and Mista circled by enemies, seemed to lose his mind. He charged, with a strength that Mista had never seen, and one by one he took down every single opponent, just with the raw strength of his hands. When he was done, they were now circled by corpses. Even before he came back to his senses, Mista picked him up and carried him away from that massacre, not to let him see. He too, even with all the experience in Passione, was a bit shocked… and he was also shocked by G/N’s ability. What was that…? He wasn’t, however, scared: he had the feeling that he wouldn’t have ever attacked a friend, and this was fine with him. Still, he promised to be more careful: he didn’t want them to go berserk again due to a stupid mistake like that time!

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia doesn’t have qualms in saying he doesn’t think the new member is quite right for the gang. He doesn’t say it to be mean: in fact, he’s worried both about his team and the new member himself. Being so shy and, so, probably weak, he’d be a nuisance for the team; at the same time, he would have risked his life more than usual. He really didn’t know… at the same time, however, it was the chance to have a new friend! So, he took on himself the role of G/N’s mentor, to the other’s utter horror -aside from Bruno: he actually thought it would have been the chance, for Narancia, to grow for real!-.

Narancia, even if he’s a bit -a lot- impetuous, is amiable and easy to talk to. G/N, after the first times, would surely find in Narancia a good and supportive friend! Narancia would always reach out for him, to drag him to do funny, and often dangerous too, things, to explore the city, to see movies… with Narancia, he’d never feel alone or left in a corner! Narancia, also, would insist to be his partner in missions; even if he’s young, Narancia has been in the gang for long time, so he knows how to move around, and his stand is perfect both to defend, attack and prevent. He has no doubts: he is the best choice!

Their missions go smoothly. Bruno doesn’t give them anything too complicate or dangerous, and, slowly, G/N starts to gain confidence, seeing that he’s doing well! However, one terrible day, not even Aerosmith is enough to prevent the ambush. They are hopelessly surrounded by enemies, too many to take down… but, right when Narancia is ready to just fight till his last breath, G/N strikes, with a strength and a fury Narancia has never seen, and one by one he takes down the enemies. Narancia is just baffled. What the hell?! When everyone’s down, he immediately checks the area to be sure no one’s around, then he picks up G/N and carries him away. Once they’re at the HQ, he’d just go nuts about it! That was amazing! What an incredible power!! He almost envies him!! However, if he sees that G/N is not enthusiast about it, Narancia would tone down, even if he’d still fangirl inside.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo knows that if someone is in Passione, is because they have nothing left to lose. Criminal life is the last shore; he wouldn’t judge G/N, as he knows that he’s with them because he has nowhere else to go. He’d be welcoming, trying to help him to get familiarized with the gang and his new life. When he’s not angry, Fugo is a pretty amiable person, he sincerely tries to be friendly and helpful, and this helps G/N a lot to become part of the family!

He takes him under his wing a bit like he did for Narancia, explaining how things work and trying to keep him far from the most gruesome events, being, in fact, a sort of big brother figure. He also goes with him on missions, even if those are never missions where they have to fight enemies; Fugo still doesn’t trust himself enough to use Purple Haze in battle and he’s better at talking to allies and at negotiating, so Bruno always sends him on this kind of mission, with G/N as backup. Everything was fine, at least until that time…

The time when their “allies” betrayed them, turning against the two boys, and threatening their life. Fugo was quick in analyzing the situation: they wouldn’t have made it. Their enemies were too many, and… and maybe he would have been able to open a way using Purple Haze, but risking to poison also G/N… it had to be another way! And that other way was G/N himself: Fugo could sense the shift in him, right before he shot forward, hitting and beating like crazy, in a sloppy, violent and totally berserk-like way. He didn’t stop until the last of the traitors was laying on the ground; just then he snapped back. Fugo grabbed his wrist and dragged him away, to avoid any unwanted attention, and, at the HQ, he just said that those allies weren’t allies anymore and not a problem, also, anymore. He kept G/N’s secret: it wasn’t his duty to talk about it to the others.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno himself knows how hard it is to integrate into a new gang and the struggle to get over the innate suspicion and “period of trial” of the rest of the boys. He can sympathize with the new member, even more when he sees that, unlike Giorno, G/N is shy and timid; he can’t even start to imagine how hard it can be to be thrown into a life like theirs while not being suited for it! But, if he’s with them, it means he has nowhere else to go… And Giorno is not a person who leaves a teammate without helping them. He’s going, so, to do his best to make his life at least a little easier!

For a shy person, Giorno is the ideal person to have near. He seems to emanate a calm and reassuring aura, and his confidence and determination is able to give a sense of safety; he knows what he’s doing and he’s not reckless like Narancia or Mista, nor he loses his patience fast like Fugo, so G/N can at the same time feel guided and safe to make a mistake, from time to time. So, Giorno is the ideal partner for missions, as he’s quick to think even under pressure when their plan A and B are just being blown. Giorno has been G/N’s rock; but even rocks can crumble…

And it happened. One day, not even Giorno could think about another plan, didn’t know how to drag them out of that situation. They were surrounded by too many enemies and he didn’t have a plan. He didn’t know how to save them… and G/N read it in his eyes. He knew that Giorno didn’t know, that time, how to same them. They were going to die… or maybe not? Giorno turned around to tell him to run away; at least one of them could survive! But he saw G/N’s eyes dark, filled with fury, and then he dashed forward, with an unnatural speed and strength, and took care of all their enemies. Suddenly, a deadly situation completely turned in their favor; when Giorno saw G/N coming back to his senses, he dragged him away, to avoid the police and more eventual enemies. Giorno was baffled; what was that? G/N’s stand? Or something else? He doesn’t have answers, but surely he’s grateful: he has saved both their lives!

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COSMIC - S1:E4; Chapter Four, The Body - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"We keep losing the signal, but you heard it, right?"

The five of us were gathered in Mike's basement once more. Lucas and Dustin had nearly broken down my door earlier this morning in a frantic scramble. They had both began talking really fast but I caught bits and pieces, something about Mike hearing Will. That was enough to get me out of my room, regardless of my health, or whatever the hell is wrong with me.

It took me less than five minutes to get dressed and before I knew it, I was on my bike and in the lead to Mike's. When we got there he quickly ushered us down to the basement and that is how we all ended up sitting by El, listening to her fiddle with the supercomm. The voice I heard was hard to believe but unmistakably Will's.

I knew that a big part of me was hoping so desperately that he was alive that I was willing to believe anything. I know it's not healthy, but I couldn't resist giving into the belief that my best friend is alive.

"Yeah, I heard a baby," Lucas all but sighed.

"What?" Mike asked, seemingly astonished.

"Mike, you obviously tapped into a baby monitor. It's probably the Blackburns' next door." Lucas sighed, wanting to believe that Will was alive.

I could tell he wanted it to be true. But I guess that's where we are different, Lucas is better at sticking to reality and reason. Something I often envied.

"Uh, did that sound like a baby to you? That was Will!" Mike said matter-of-factly.

Lucas rolled his eyes, clearly getting frustrated.

"Mike..."

"Lucas, you don't understand. He spoke last night. Words! He was singing that weird song he loves. Even El heard him!"

My head snapped up. I had been silent throughout this whole endeavor, keeping a safe distance from the circle, still not completely sure if I was sick enough to contaminate anyone. But I spoke up.

"Should I Stay or Should I Go? By the Clash?" My voice was slightly urgent.

"Yes! At least I think it's by th– you know what? It doesn't matter. The point is," he looked around the room to party one by one, his eyes landed on me last with a knowing look. "I think there is a good chance Will is alive."

I gave a small smile at Mike, communicating my gratitude silently.

"Well if El heard him–" Lucas began, annoyed.

"Are you sure you're on the right channel?" Dustin cut in.

"I don't think it's about that. I think, somehow, she's channeling him."

"Like... like Professor X."

"Yeah."

Lucas looked to me, then the boys. "Are you actually believing this crap?"

"I don't know, I mean..." Dustin sighed. "Do you remember when Will fell off his bike and broke his finger? He sounded a lot like that."

Lucas gave us an incredulous look. "Did you guys not see what I saw? They pulled Will's body out of the water. He's dead!" Lucas screamed, his eyes landed on me long enough for him to see the pain in my eyes.

A lump in my throat grew large, and my palms became warm again. My eyes stung as I blinked away the tears, never breaking eye contact with Lucas. I stood up abruptly and excused myself in a hoarse whisper.

"Y/n..." Lucas sighed after me, only to be met with the bathroom door swinging shut.

My palms gripped the counter as I tried catching my breath. The salty tears escaped my eyes and I looked into the mirror to see what a mess I was. I really didn't want to have another anxiety attack. Not now. It's the last thing I need.

I wiped my eyes and blew my nose in some toilet paper. I grabbed an extra washcloth and set it aside. I turned on the faucet and waited for the temperature to cool down. I could hear the muffled voices of the boys, and then some scattered shuffling. When I was finally satisfied with the cool temperature of the water I ran the washcloth under the sink, soaking it in cold water.

I rung out the damp cloth over the sink before bringing it to my cheeks. The cool soft cloth felt refreshing on my heated face, and I put pressure over my eyes to bring down the swelling. It seemed to do the trick. I took an extra moment to steady my breathing, and I brought my hand up to rub my neck, sighing. However, I recoiled my hand when my neck was met with a harsh sting of heat. I looked at my hands, confused.

'The water couldn't have been that hot, could it? But, that...'

Too many questions arose from that simple theory, so I quickly dismissed it. Knowing that the longer I stay, the more worried the boys will become. And all I want is to know what the hell is going on. I open the door and rejoin my friends.

However, I don't see El or Mike.

Just Dustin and Lucas digging out some old boxes. Dustin noticed the look of confusion on my face and fills me in.

"We think if we get El to a stronger radio, like the Heathkit at school, she will be able to get a stronger connection to Will. We just need to find her a disguise. Mike is upstairs helping her out on makeup."

I nod, joining the boys and begin digging through another box, rifling through the many abandoned clothes and costumes.

"Y/n? I'm sorry, I just–" Lucas speaks up softly.

"It's fine," I mumble, not bothering to look up from the box.

I know he is sorry, but I also know that if I dwell on it any longer I will only grow more upset. I hear him sigh, and return to the box. An old pink dress I can only assume once belonged to Nancy had caught my eye. I pulled it out of the box and showed it to the guys.

Lucas gave a firm nod, and Dustin proudly showed off a blonde wig he had found. I lead the way upstairs and handed El the dress and wig which I had taken from Dustin. I gave her a small smile, indicating that I was okay and not mad at her.

She seemed more comfortable with the idea of changing alone but insisted I help with the wig, she seemed very confused as to what it was. The boys were busy talking, but I was the only one who noticed her peaking her head from behind the door.

I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. She looked nervous but I didn't blame her. I smiled.

"You look great. And you'll do fine, I promise. Mike and I have got your back, and so does Dustin and Lucas, as much as they might deny it."

These words of comfort seem to earn a grateful smile from her. I return the gesture and grab the wig off of the bed.

"Alright, this may be different from what you're used to but it grows on you. Longer hair, I mean." I chuckle to myself at my unintended pun, knowing she probably wouldn't get it.

Embarrassed, I shake away the comment and I adjust the wig on her, helping her to straighten out some loose hairs.

"And you are done. Are you ready?"

El looked to me, a thoughtful expression on her face before nodding. I open the door and step out to see the boys all turn in unison.

They look to me before I silently step aside to reveal El in her disguise. She held herself in a different way, I could tell. It wasn't bad but she didn't seem to know either. It was new. And Mike. Well, Mike couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Then again, what else is new? I smiled as I watched the scene unfold.

"Wow. She looks–" Dustin perked up.

"Pretty." Mike finished, his jaw practically on the floor.

El smiled at him shyly, a small blush dusted her cheeks. Mike seemed to realize what he had said and tried to play it off.

"Good. You look pretty good."

I rolled my eyes at his behavior and watched as El walked over to the mirror, Mike following. She seemed entranced at what she saw in the reflection. I can only imagine what it must be like for her.

She looked longingly into the mirror before wistfully whispering.

"Pretty." There was a pause, and her face seemed to fall a bit. "Good."

I pressed my lips into a firm line at the sight.

I just hope this works.

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