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roguishredaxion · 3 years

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My BnHA AU List

Sorry for the length. Fics that are currently available to read have links. To those of you mentioned in this post, I wanted to make sure people knew where the ideas originally came from. (And you’re all awesome anyway!)

Can't See The Forest For The Trees - Genderbent Midoriya Izuku who became a vigilante known as the Forest in Musutafu. Has been operating for five years dealing mostly with information gathering and dispersal and some smaller situations that crop up on the streets. Todoroki Shouto is on patrol in the area and takes an interest in the unknown vigilante after she helps out with a situation where he got in over his head. AO3

A Piece of Patchwork (Improperly Placed) - AU where Izuku and Aizawa swap places in canon. Izuku fights the hero system to become the first quirkless hero, graduating alongside Present Mic. He gets called in to help in a situation where the villain has the ability to steal quirks, five years before the start of canon, providing part of the back-up team for All Might. Part 1 is the battle against All for One, part 2 is an alternate ending to the fight. Part 3 is Izuku learning to use One for All, which was forcefully given to him by All Might at the end of the battle. Part 4 is the other half of the role swap, where Aizawa grows up alongside Bakugou and is trying to get into UA. AO3

The Fallacy of Greatness (AKA Tenth, in my files) - AU where the whole first year class of UA in canon is born 4 years later than in canon. All Might encounters a 10 year old Izuku who asks if he can be a hero. Even after rescuing Bakugou and proving his heroic spirit, All Might elects not to give One for All to a child as young as Izuku. Izuku, desperate for someone to believe in his dreams, realizes that he has to be his first believer and decides to take matters into his own hands and prepare for a future in heroism on his own. AO3

The Capture Scarf Caper - Based on an idea from @terrible-my-hero-academia-aus Izuku finds Aizawa's capture scarf discarded in an alley and takes it home. He figures out how to use it and becomes so proficient that it accidentally gets mistaken for a quirk. Deciding to capitalize on the strange bias he's come up against, he uses the capture scarf to get into Class 1-A. Unfortunately, this means his teacher is the original owner of his scarf. Suddenly his deception is a lot more desperate and precarious. Meanwhile, Aizawa is trying to figure out why his instincts are telling him to pay such close attention to this anxious kid. AO3

The Better Part of Valor - Suspected Traitor Izuku AU a la @gentrychild. After Aizawa discovers one of Izuku's hero analysis notebooks, he drags Izuku to an interrogation room trying to get him to confess to being the traitor in UA. Izuku comes to realize that several of his classmates were also made aware of this theory and have been feeding information on his movements to their teacher for a while. Betrayed, he starts to pull away from class, falling back into some of the same habits from middle school to go unnoticed and fall off of people's awareness. At some point, his classmates realize that he's no longer staying in the dorms, they only ever see him in class, and All Might is the only person he will voluntarily interact with.

Civil Disobedience - All Might doesn't track Izuku down after the slime incident, but Bakugou's parting words cut far deeper after the day he's had. Realizing that everyone talks about how great of a hero Bakugou will be, Izuku comes to the conclusion that he wants to be the exact opposite of what Bakugou is. He elects to become a villain who goes after and exposes corrupt heroes. Adopting the username Wasureta for his villain work, he collects information on heroes who aren't performing their job as they should and releases it to the court of public opinion, taking away the support that has kept them from being exposed before this. As he digs deeper into the cesspool of rotten heroes, he manages to collect enough information to rake Endeavor over the coals and ends up with an interesting new follower. Dabi, meanwhile, is shocked by the ruthless but polite teenager he found when he tried to find Wasureta and he's not sure if he's impressed by what the kid has accomplished on his own, or horrified by the scope of what he controls.

Hunting Prometheus - There is another quirkless student attending Aldera Middle School, but she wasn't born that way unlike Izuku. When she was seven, her quirk was stolen from her by a man with a smooth voice and a forgettable face and she's been existing in a state of carefully cultivated rage since that day. Before, she never even considered becoming a hero. Now her only goal is to become a hero so she can find that man and punch him in the face. (OC fic, obviously)

Lost Stars in an Indifferent Universe - Leverage AU, five parts, origin for each member of the team. Izuku is told to be realistic and he tries to be following his disastrous encounter with All Might. But realistic means that he has already exceeded the life expectancy of quirkless individuals, acknowledging the fact that no amount of studying or work will let him join a remotely helpful career, and he is stuck living with his mother while he wastes away as a janitor at a nearby middle school following the completion of his high school education. When he returns to a tall building he hadn't managed to convince himself to jump off of yet, he finds that the abandoned space has been taken over by a black market of sorts and gets folded into a world of grey morals and an underground economy based on merit instead of quirk. When he becomes aware of an illegal quirk experimentation operation and tries to blow the whistle, several attempts are made on his life in order to shut him up. Instead of disappearing, he gets angry and decides to collect a team to strike back and prove the shady shit the lab is up to. (Izuku=Mastermind, Shinsou=Grifter, Hatsume=Hacker, Shoji=Hitter, Eri=Thief)

Love and Other Things Not Bound By the Laws of Time - Mr. Peabody and Sherman AU. Nezu adopts a young Midoriya Izuku whose mother died shortly after he was diagnosed as quirkless. Determined to show his new son that one's quirk or lack thereof means nothing in the grand scheme of things, UA's principal develops the WABAC machine to travel through time and prove just how capable people were before quirks manifested. He indulges Izuku's passion and curiosity, encouraging him to look into as much or as little as he wants on any subject. It becomes clear that, while not supernaturally intelligent, Izuku is a genius whose ability to make connections and strategize is by far his greatest asset, especially as he still holds onto the goal of becoming a hero.

The Quiet Revolution (collab w/ my sister) - The Todoroki siblings need therapy. Instead of getting that therapy, they decide to meet up for dinner every Saturday night, begin a tradition where they burn their father in effigy each week, accidentally start a highly successful Minecraft YouTube channel, and generally cause the downfall of the existing hero system through the power of networking.

You Can Tell What I Am By The Lines In My Skin - BnHA/Naruto AU. Naruto dies in his own universe and is reborn into the My Hero Academia Universe as Midoriya Izuku. He remembers who he was, but his chakra, which followed him into this life, is always out of reach. He trains as best he can to keep up his regular ninja skills but can't break through the barrier separating him from his chakra. He still meets and trains under All Might. When he receives One for All, however, the sensation that fills him is entirely familiar. It breaks through the barrier as though it isn't even there, and settles inside like it's always been there. Honestly, he had been missing the angry furball anyway, so he was glad Kurama managed to follow him to this world. With access to his chakra again, the world is about to discover just how effective one shinobi can be in a world of heroes.

War Games - (Inspired by RogueDruid's Hero Class Civil Warfare and others similarly inspired by it.) A year-wide hero class exercise is announced. Bakugou is announced as the Hero leader while the villain leader's identity is kept secret. Izuku knows it's him before the letter appears in his room. The students are allowed to pick whichever side they want, but most choose the hero side, which has won the exercise every time it has been run. This year is no different. Todoroki realizes that Izuku is the villain leader and signs up with him. Izuku goes and recruits Momo and Monoma to his side. Then, after consulting the rules, he folds in Shinsou and Hatsume as well. Monoma plays decoy villain leader and attempts to collect a few more people, but they've already signed up for the hero side. Izuku, without explicitly saying that he's signed up with the hero team, gets folded into the hero strategy sessions since no one expected him to make a different choice. He proceeds to get "taken out" in the first villain assault, and most people don't realize what's happening until it's far too late.

Life's A Game (And I'm Player One) - AU in which Izuku realizes that he does have a quirk but can't tell anyone about it because a) he can't prove it and b) it could be dangerous if he talks about what he can see. His quirk, which he privately calls Stat Check, freezes time just for him in order to open up what looks like a video game character bio that explains a person's quirk, as well as containing vital statistics. It only works in person or on unaltered photographs with a person's face or a distinctive enough feature to identify them. As he gets older, more tabs are added to the bio, and he starts to notice signs above certain people's heads telling him what level he needs to be to fight them (he stops seeing these after receiving OfA, until he sees AfO in Kamino Ward). In pictures, only the first tab is available unless he took the picture while time was frozen, in which case all the tabs are accessible. Because of this, he has accordion folders filled with photographs of people instead of analysis notebooks.

Of Unpainted Fences and Raw Ingredients - Smart Izuku AU. He has been writing essays about hero society, morality, and several other issues since before UA, but he doesn't realize how much people are paying attention to them until the essays start becoming required reading for certain classes. Meanwhile, the teachers are desperate to get in contact with him, not expecting that the essayist they have been gushing over is sitting near the back of the class, trying not to blush.

In A Mirror Darkly - Aizawa is out on patrol with Shinsou and Midoriya when they are attacked and the boys are apparently obliterated by an enemy quirk. The rest of the class attempts to help Aizawa, but he blames himself for their deaths. It doesn't help that he keeps seeing flashes of them in the mirror out of the corner of his eye and could swear he heard one or both of their voices in the middle of the night. Meanwhile, Shinsou and Midoriya are stuck out of sync with the rest of the universe and can't communicate with anyone except Aizawa, and only through mirrors. Izuku figured out that they have maybe two weeks before they waste away since they can't interact with anything being stuck in this in-between space. The only way they can get out is for Aizawa, who was there when they de-synced, to touch them and bring them back in sync with the rest of the world.

Guerilla Tactics - Vigilante Class 1-A AU. After the slime villain debacle, Izuku runs away from Bakugou and the heroes. He literally runs into Todoroki Shouto and they commiserate about how the heroes have failed them. Realizing a bit late exactly who Shouto's father is and why he's trying to run away, Izuku offers to come up with a plan to help him get away cleanly. (This is sort of the worst timeline, where most of the good teachers aren't employed at UA, Nezu is not the principal, and the HPSC is in charge of almost everything.) The plan they come up with involves Shouto failing the recommended exam, then disappearing the day results arrive home. Izuku, meanwhile, attends the regular exam and sees how the whole points system benefits those with flashier quirks and easily aimed egos. He gets to talking with a lot of hero hopefuls and sort of steals them out from under UA when their applications are rejected. They move into an abandoned sector of outer Tokyo and start working as vigilantes. Dadzawa makes an appearance, as if summoned by the horde of teenagers with no form of parental guidance to speak of.

No Rest for the Wicked (Or The Damned) - Person Of Interest AU. Instead of apologizing to Izuku when he asked if he could still be a hero without a quirk, Inko points out the other ways he can be a hero, by building the things they would need to fight crime. Figuring that one of the main problems with villains is that no one knows when they're going to attack, Izuku creates an intelligent program that can assess a high volume of data and extrapolate when and where a villain attack will take place, and who the villain will be. When his mom is killed and he's badly injured in an attack his AI predicted, Izuku realizes that no one is taking his information seriously because he's quirkless. He decides to take matters into his own hands and reaches out to an unlikely helper. Dabi doesn't know why this kid decided he was the best option to stop a lot of the more violent crime he somehow knows is going to happen, but he promised and then delivered Endeavor's fall from grace, so he's willing to see where this goes.

Binary Stars - Slight Megamind AU. Before their respective planets were destroyed, Izuku and Bakugou were placed in small space pods and sent towards Earth. Bakugou's people were warriors who looked enough like humans that they intermarried (unbeknownst to humans), thus bringing about the first quirks. Izuku's people, however, are survivors. Their planet was populated by predators so their greatest asset was their ability to camouflage themselves. As Bakugou's people often hunted Izuku's people, they gained a sort of sixth sense for them, which is why Izuku's very presence pisses Bakugou off. (All for One is from Bakugou's planet. He was exiled for stealing power. The last power he stole was what he gave his brother, and the brother always resented him for getting them both sent away.) Izuku still receives OfA, and is the first of his species to have a quirk/power like that.

The Wings of Icarus - Spy AU. Todoroki Shouto works for Yuuei, an espionage agency run by his father. He's been training practically since birth, no thanks to his father, and is second in the spy business only to a person known as Icarus. When something goes wrong on a mission, he is rescued by a short man with freckles and deep green eyes shortly before he passes out. He is found at one of the entrances to Yuuei with a note from Icarus to the tune of "I think you lost this", making Shouto the only person to have actually seen Icarus. Meanwhile, Nezu is running a small but successful info brokerage out of a bakery with three kids he picked up off the streets years before: Izuku, Shinsou, and Hatsume. Codenames: Icarus, Psyche, and Daedalus, respectively. Nezu is known as Zeus.

Dark is the Night (Momo is Batman: version 1) - Based on an idea from @terrible-my-hero-academia-aus . Momo loses her parents in a villain attack when she's eight. She throws herself into her studies in earnest, determined to be a hero. In the meantime, however, she has a hard time ignoring all of the hardship she sees on the streets, all of the crimes that go unanswered. However, to duck the vigilantism laws and disguise her identity, she wears a suit that covers every part of her body (think Cassandra Cain as Batgirl) because no one would assume that someone with a creation quirk that needed exposed skin to function was under it. She produces everything she needs at home. Aizawa notices that there's someone off about Yaomomo, something fake. It isn't until he runs into her on patrol that he figures something out.

Used to the Darkness (Momo is Batman: version 2) - Based on an idea from @terrible-my-hero-academia-aus . Bruce Wayne was reincarnated as Yaoyorozu Momo. She remembers everything about her previous life, but she has adapt all of the fighting training she knows to her new female body. The intelligence and detective skills are useful in this new world, especially since a good portion of logic and deduction has fallen by the wayside for the majority of those in law enforcement. The quirk is something else to get used to, but it's highly effective at producing materials of various things needed for vigilantism. She's interested to see how far she can take the limits of the superpower this universe had given her. At the very least, she's more than capable of recreating the gear she had. Even though her parents haven't died in this universe, she still ends up going out at night and trying to help in whatever way she can. Upon meeting and befriending Todoroki Shouto, she realizes the good she can be in this universe. She attacked the corruption in Gotham wherever she could. Why shouldn't she be able to do the same here? The night is still dark and the people who hide in it are the same cowards they've always been. It's about time someone reminded them that the dark hides more than just their actions.

A Rose By Any Other Name (AKA the Haruhi AU) - Based on a prompt found on @rayshippouuchiha‘s blog. Midoriya Izumi is having trouble staying in uniform after starting middle school because her bullies have decided to step up the abuse a little bit and keep burning them. She had three sets of uniforms, and all three are burned by the third day of classes. What's more, the nurse doesn't have any spare girls uniforms and her teacher insists that she needs to be in uniform and not in her gym outfit. Since the nurse does have a boys uniform that would fit her, Izumi elects to follow her teacher's instructions and shows up in a boys uniform as she doesn't care as much about the clothes she's wearing as she does about following what her teacher said. Cue a gender identity crisis. AO3

Nothing But The Truth - Izuku is hit by a truth quirk while out on patrol and Aizawa is made to babysit him until it wears off. Although he tries to avoid more sensitive lines of questioning, Aizawa asks about his analysis notebooks and ends up accidentally learning about One For All, Izuku's life prior to receiving it, and what his Problem Child's true goals regarding heroism are. (Might become a series with this as a oneshot, or a multi-chapter story as originally planned.)

Panacea - Izuku has a hidden quirk his whole life, one that people didn't even consider could be a quirk. He has a super-powered immune system, and it can and will treat damaging quirks as an infection to fight. His burns from Bakugou's quirk heal faster and faster, emitter quirks used on him start to be less effective after the first couple of times until they don't work at all. He has the ultimate cure in his blood and no way to share it. And then he receives One For All, a powerful stockpiling quirk with a secondary aspect that makes it capable of passing from person to person regardless of heritage. Izuku doesn't realize it, but his invisible quirk got a free pass to start changing the world, one touch at a time. (Possible Dad For One) (Just had the stupid thought that Izuku's quirk is basically Cure For All)

Prototype - While getting scolded after the Slime Villain incident, an underground hero known as Prototype shows up and forces the other pros on the scene to back off. They then walk Izuku home (accidentally forcing him to miss All Might's offer). During the walk, Izuku confesses that he is giving up on his dream of being a hero since everyone says it's impossible. Prototype points out that Izuku was the only one on the scene who was thinking about a solution from more than one angle, which is a useful skill for an underground hero to have. They offer to take him on as their apprentice in the underground, promising that if he still wants to be a hero, an apprenticeship would be more flexible and faster than trying to become a hero through one of the heroics schools. They advise Izuku to think about it and discuss it with his mom, since he would probably be spending a lot of time training out of the house and not every parent is willing to let their child basically move in with someone they barely know. Izuku, after talking things over with his mom, decides to go for it, embarking on a totally different journey to being a hero than he ever expected.

Yesterday's Sunshine (A Storm On The Rise) - Based on @hey-hamlet's End of An Era AU in which the mind of a 19 year old Izuku fighting a losing battle against Paranormal Liberation Front and the League of Villains is sent back to his 14 year old body, a mere month after he started training with All Might. He is traumatized and trying to hide the fact that he is shocked to see the people he knows died walking around again, untouched and whole. He's determined to make everything better this time, to keep his loved ones from dying or betraying him in the worst ways. He also needs to try and stay ahead of the people around him, who are trying to figure out why this child who shouldn't have encountered many villains in his life, is so terrifyingly good at putting them down hard. (I'm considering adding an aspect of DFO.)

Searching for Tododeku - Or Five Times Shouto Tricks Midoriya Into A Date and One Time Midoriya Asks Him Instead. Featuring semi oblivious Izuku, Shouto stealth-competing for the title of supreme memelord with Kaminari, and a cameo of Endeavor's crippling addiction to tabloid magazines.

Planar Shift - An All For One-Izuku body swap just weeks prior to a fight that would have left AFO and All Might both greviously injured. Izuku is quick to realize that the person he ended up in doesn't seem to be a nice person (and he tries not to think about what it would mean if the person is in his body around Kacchan) and has a lot more quirks than a person should have. His childhood doctor is there, as is a strange boy with delicate skin, a disintegration quirk, and a love of video games but little else. Then there's the purple mist person who reads as both alive and dead to one of Izuku's new quirks. When he figures out that All Might is trying to track this villain down (and will probably think it's a trick if Izuku tries to explain his situation), he decides that he should get himself, the kid, and the not-dead-but-not-alive person out of there. He doesn't know how long he's going to be in this body, but he wants to be the hero those two need, even if he's technically a villain.

Environmental Damage - Hitman Izuku AU. When Izuku's mother is killed when he's young, he manages to track down the killer but the police won't take him seriously because he's quirkless. Neither will any of the heroes he approached with it. So instead he goes back to the criminal underground where he found most of his information and talks to an assassin who had a soft spot for him. Izuku agreed to become the man's apprentice so he can take out the person who killed his mother himself. After that, he starts selling his services to people who can't get out of bad situations, offering a much reduced rate compared to other contract killers. Then a kid his age with red and white hair approaches him about killing the Number Two hero.

Summertime and Seaglass - Aizawa keeps running into this mute homeless kid on his patrols. He's not sure what to make of him, except that he needs someone to care for him, especially as the nights are getting colder. Treating the kid a bit like an abused and feral cat, he starts taking food with him to offer the kid when they meet up. It's more or less an accident when he learns the kid's name is Midoriya Izuku, a child thought to be dead and burned three years before when he and his mother were caught in a villain attack that was ended violently by Endeavor. Aizawa wants to give Midoriya and all of the other victims of Endeavor's carelessness the justice they deserve, and maybe by the time he's done the kid will let him bring him in from the cold.

The Importance of Being Batman - (Based on an idea from @terrible-my-hero-academia-aus .) Izuku spends a lot of time on forums for quirkless people, getting support and advice from other people like him who don't have a quirk. He gets the attention of an old Admin, Toshinori, and they talk about heroics, pre-quirk comic books, and the importance of representation and symbols in modern media and culture. After failing to get into heroics in the entrance exam, Izuku shifts his focus slightly. Batman didn't have any special powers in the comics, but he was one of the best heroes in his universe. Izuku decides that if he can build the skills, knowledge and (most importantly) money to become his own version of Batman, that would be almost like being a hero. It's time that society learns that 'useless' is a matter of choice, not birth, and even someone who doesn't have a quirk can do incredible things.

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Waxing Gibbous

Pairing: Ezra + femNurse! Reader

Rating: Hard M / 18+ ONLY

* Warnings: Angst/ mentions of childhood trauma/ mention of domestic abuse, violence/ killing both in- and unintentional/ SMUT/ hand job/ fingering/ mentions of partner-sharing, threesomes/ PTSD/ nightmares

* Summary: Confessions of sin and of desires.

* Word Count: ~2200

*Part ONE* *Part TWO* *Part THREE* *Part FOUR* *Part FIVE**Part SIX* *Part SEVEN* *Part EIGHT* *Part NINE* *Part TEN* *Part ELEVEN* *Part TWELVE*

PART THIRTEEN

The weather on Central turned cool as the months stretched on. You’d realized after the bar that you had perhaps pushed too far, too soon. You’d both retreated back to the sanctuary of your home to regroup. The insidious nightmares continued for you, though nowhere near the level of intensity of the first. You continued to sleep with the lights on, limbs entangled with Ezra’s. You held on to one another, fingers drifting over pulse points, entwining fingers and legs. Two halves of some damaged whole.

You’d found some solace in cooking. You had gone so long without anything more than the nutritionally dense, yet bland and uninspired nutribars and ration packs that you were desperate to experiment. It was slow going at first, but Ezra was far from selective with what he’d eat. He devoured everything you put in front of him, even burnt and strangely seasoned. He offered profuse compliments that expounded upon his good fortune in having found someone so willing to graciously cook for him. It always made you snort, but you appreciated the fact that he was supportive.

Ezra had begun writing an autobiography of sorts. You often heard his dictation well into the stretch of your afternoons, his voice animating into flights of vivid imagery and florid, expounding descriptions. He dictated, but he also typed, pecking with the pointer fingers of each hand. You knew that when he was typing he was not to be disturbed. He never said it outright, but you knew that he typed because he could not bring to life the horrors he’d both witnessed and committed, he could not convince himself to speak of things he’d done that would shake the foundations of a kinder man’s moral compass.

You were not privy to those thoughts. You stayed away, you respected his need to keep that part of him tucked away. You knew it was his way of working through it, of processing the deeds that had led him to what seemed in the reaches of his mind to be an unearned reward. He would tell you in his own time, you did not press or push him as you knew better than most how fragile peace of mind could be. You would allow him any indulgence that may work to keep the dreams away.

When Ezra had a nightmare, you were most often awoken by a keening whine between clenching teeth. He did not thrash as you did, rather he’d lie beside you as if paralyzed. You had to talk to him to bring him back, coaxing his rigid muscles to loosen with careful, even strokes of your palms across his limbs and torso.

“Come back to me, love. You’re not back there. You’re here with me.”

He would reemerge from his fathomless depths gasping, and reach out to you, winding his limbs through yours as a thistle seeks to weave itself into the wind that caresses it.

You moved your hand to his chest, felt the frantic pounding beneath his breast. Like a trapped bird desperate to escape. You smoothed your fingers across the expanse of his bare chest, his skin warm and alive, thrumming. Present. And then lower, rubbed against the soft curve of his belly as its panicked heaving incrementally slowed.

Lower still to the soft curls beneath his navel. Your fingers wove through the hair, teasing the skin with your nails. Ezra huffed, eyes fluttering. He turned his head toward you, knocking his forehead against yours.

“My Dove….the succubi had their talons hooked into my tattered soul once again, I’m afraid.”

You leaned forward and kissed him softly. His hitching exhale made its home within your mouth.

“Is there nothing I can do to take this away, Ezra? Nothing I can offer you that will soothe you?”

Your finger dipped down, lightly tracing the curve of his half-hard cock. You felt it twitch, followed by Ezra’s sharp intake of breath.

“The demons that consume the nether regions of my addled mind cannot be placated so easily, Dove. The things I have done, the wretched life I’ve lived would leave you without thought of staying. My greatest fear is your discovering the nefarious deeds of my past, of learning exactly who it is that you lie willingly next to in this bed.”

“I know who I lie next to, Ezra. I lie next to a man who decided to trust me, who gave me my voice back and showed me that I am worthy of love. That will never change. No matter what sins you’ve committed, I can stop loving you no more than I can keep the moon from waxing and waning.” Your hand encircled his length, rubbing gently. You trailed kisses across his shoulder as he gasped. He reached a hand to cover yours, stilling your actions momentarily. He paused for what seemed an impossibly long beat, seeming to consider his next words to you.

“When I was a child in Louisiana we were poor. Mama worked three jobs to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. My father was a drunk, shiftless sonofabitch. He put his hands on Mama and on me and Isaiah like clockwork when his life did not go his way. It did not go his way often. One night, he was really workin’ Mama over something awful. Isaiah was out in the shed fiddlin’ with an old transistor we found earlier that day at the salvage yard. I was alone in the house and Father had his hands around Mama’s neck.

“She was strugglin’ and kicking at his knees, wherever she could reach, but Father wouldn’t stop. When he maneuvered close enough to the root cellar I saw my chance. I ran and I screamed, as loud as I could, and I shoved up against Father with all of the force I could muster. A meager show, to be sure, but Father was well on his way to obliterated by that time. He was just unsteady enough on his feet to topple forward down the steps. I heard his neck snap like a twig and he was dead before he hit the dirt. Mama and I told Isaiah it was an accident. But the truth is, Dovie, I took a life for the first time when I was nine years old.”

Your hand raised from his groin to cup his cheek, your throat constricting around the lump forming there.

“You were just a little boy, Ezra, scared for his Mama. You were protecting her. He may have killed her that day, if not for you.”

His eyes narrowed, his voice thick with emotion. “That day set my path. I knew that I was not fortunate. I hated that I didn’t have what others were so freely given. I was born under a bad star, under an awning of misfortune. I was determined from that day forward to do whatever it took to survive. Kill, maim, steal. I have sold my soul a million times over to ensure my own victory in all my ensuing endeavors.”

When he paused to collect his thoughts further, your hand drifted back down to his groin. He was now fully erect, and you felt the precum beading at the tip of his cock. He was hot, unbelievably so, and his eyes squeezed shut with a low groan as you swept your thumb through the slick of his crown. His head tipped back into his pillow. He resumed his confessions with a straining voice.

“Later on, when Isaiah and I began prospecting as a means of finding our fortunes, we often found ourselves on the wrong end of an underhanded deal. We were green, and we were easy marks. We were swindled, robbed and double-crossed more than I care to admit, Dove. It took me a fair amount of time to become just as ruthless as those who would venture to hoodwink myself and my partner. The first time I killed on a job, it was a woman who thought she could bewitch and seduce me. Isaiah had overheard her plans with her partner to satiate my carnal desires before making off with my haul in the dead of night. I saw the knife in her hand as she tried her best to take my cock down her throat. I wrested it from her and used it to penetrate her chest. The third intercostal space of the ribcage houses an anatomical landmark known as Erb’s Point. Her own weapon found its home at the apex of her heart, and she bled out summarily.”

His breathing was becoming more shallow, his exhales more explosive as you continued to stroke him as he spoke, reaching every so often lower still to cup and gently roll his balls, which were steadily drawing themselves up, tightening against his tensing body. He canted his hips up into the air as you worked him. He rasped out a stuttering groan and panted up into the ceiling before whipping his head toward you, turning his body onto its side in the bed beside yours.

“You know by now….”

(gasp)

“Isaiah was stabbed and left to die in an alley. It was the work of that woman’s partner. While I…”

(groan)

“While a did heartily mourn the loss of my only sibling, I could not….Kevva, girl….I could not begrudge him his need for karmic justice.”

You brought your palm to your mouth, licked a wide, lascivious stripe from the base of your palm to the tips of your fingers. Ezra’s hand found your hip and squeezed. His eyes were dark, lust-filled and far away. He was lost in his reverie while consumed with your ministrations.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” you soothed to him, nipping at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “I’ll take it from you. Don’t hold it back..”

He answered with a full-body shudder, teeth catching his lip. He swelled and twitched and leaked into your eager hand; you knew he was close. He canted his lips to the cusp of your ear, breath hitching, stirring the hair there like chaffs of wheat in summer wind.

“I found...myself alone and so I was available to partner up with whomever I could find that I deemed beneficial on my various excursions. I...fuck, I….found myself attached to a most open arrangement related to a job I signed up for on the Pug. A married couple, male and female. They….they both took a shine to my proselytizing, indeed they each became in short order equally enamored with...other more physical aspects of my prowesssweetmother….”

His canting hips began an erratic stutter as your hand squeezed and stroked and twisted around his turgid cock. Your own breath became thick and shallow, a pool of arousal collecting at your center that you soon felt drooling onto the flesh of your inner thighs. You nipped at his jawline as his eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows knit together, mouth open as he embraced the divine sensations you were giving him.

“Ezra….” you moaned against him. “Ezra, did you fuck them? Tell me how you fucked them…”

“Always….shit….always together. That was the agreement. His cock in my mouth, her mouth on my cock… oh my gods sweetheart I’m close….he’d eat her pussy while I fucked his tight ass….she...fuck meee...she loved a hard cock in her cunt and in her ass at the same tiiiimme…..oh Jesus Dove FUCK.”

His hips thrust and stuttered, his balls drawn taut and tight as he spilled into your hand. He buried his face in your neck and moaned, whimpered, as his seed came forth hot and thick to paint your palm and fingers.

When he finally stilled, you brought the mess he’d made to your lips and made a show of licking every finger before lapping at your palm to clean it thoroughly.

Ezra’s fingers found themselves parting your soaked, swollen folds as you gasped against his mouth, your tongue licking in to caress his teeth, to tangle with the slick velvet of his own talented instrument.

“I want that, Ezra,” you groaned against his hot mouth. “I want that with you...I want you to watch me while I lick a cunt. I want to gag on someone else’s cock for you. Perform for you. I want to watch you get fucked in that beautiful ass….” you keened as two of his fingers entered your twitching, weeping hole. Ezra watched your face, eyes wide and mouth open, as he processed the frantic, lust-soaked words that spilled from your lips unabashed in their filth.

“Is that what you desire my love? To explore the whims of the Satyr, to share the pleasure of other willing bodies with one another?”

“Fuck yes, Ezra…” you sobbed against his flexing bicep as his fingers and palm worked you toward your own rapid petit mort.

“Kevva wept, Dove, then you shall have it.”

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apexqueenie · 4 years

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I’ve Missed You (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, A N G S T

Hey everyone! I’m super excited to post the first request I’ve gotten by @bubblegum-bnha

Thank you all so much for reading!! Enjoy da spiciness❤️

“Sh-shoto,” you breathed, “again…?”

Shoto brushed his lips down your bare stomach, nuzzling against your soft skin. “Mmmmm why not?”

“Shooooooo-” you said as you playfully lifted his face off you. You looked into his dual colored eyes and smiled, happy to have such a wonderful boyfriend. “I have a patrol tomorrow and...I’d like to be able to walk you know…”

Shoto sighs in defeat and lifts his naked body off yours, shifting to cage your head in between his elbows. “You know I love you, right?” he mumbled, slowly lowering his face to yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep and slow kiss, a complete 180 from the rough and passionate one you were having ten minutes before. He pulled away, leaving you nearly breathless. “I love you so much more Sho” you smiled.

He smiled back and sat up, allowing you to get off the bed and retrieve your clothes scattered around the room. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?” he asked.

You shook your head no. “don’t wanna get caught by your old man again, remember last time?”

Shoto grimaced, remembering the ugly encounter the three of you experienced just a month ago. Endeavor caught you both (fully clothed) on the front porch, Shoto planting kisses along your jawline. Furious that his son was ‘tarnishing the Todoroki household’, Endeavor forbade Shoto from leaving the house for an entire week. He would hate to imagine what would happen if he caught the both of you naked. Sho still lived with his father just like his big siblings Fuyumi and Natsuo. As much as he wanted to move out into a place of his own, he was only 18. His pride wouldn’t allow himself to borrow his father’s money for a house. Instead, he bides his time, saving whatever he can from his hero career.

“Good point” he said, getting up to put on his own clothes. He watched as you slid your arms through your jacket and opened the window. You turned around, giving your lover one last ‘I love you’ before sneaking down to the roof of the second story floor. Shortly after he saw your figure disappear into the darkness of the night, he closed his window and sighed, walking to his door to grab a glass of water downstairs. That plan went to shit as soon as he opened the door.

Endeavor’s large stature filled the doorframe, radiating a mixture of anger and disappointment. “Shoto,” he said, dangerously calm.

“Father,” he replied, unfazed, mirroring the same glare he was given.

Endeavor sighed, bringing a hand up to his face to pinch the top of his nose, “I thought I told you to stop seeing that girl?”

Uneasiness hit Shoto’sentire body. Did his father find out about the two of you sleeping with each other? Relax, Shoto thought to himself, he didn’t say anything about that yet.

“I had someone install cameras around the property for...safety reasons…” Endeavor said, but Shoto could see right through the lies.

Shoto’s face scowled up at his father, “And?”

“And, I saw her come out of your window, Shoto. I understand you two do a lot of hero work together, but I think she needs to-”

“She has a name” he hissed.

“She-”

“(y/n)”

Endeavor sighed, getting more and more frustrated with his son’s behavior. Ever since the fire hero became number one in Japan, he’s tried to become a better father towards his kids, talking to them, spending time with them, giving them the attention they should’ve had a long time ago. Still, he hasn’t forgotten about making his youngest son the greatest hero in Japan. The Todoroki family has high expectations from the public, and with the elder siblings having no interest in hero work, Shoto was the only one to continue the legacy.

“Fine, I think that (y/n) needs to spend less time with you” Endeavor grunted, crossing his arms.

“Less time with me?” Shoto scoffed, “Enji, you don’t control me-”

Enji, not father, Shoto has struck a nerve. Endeavor’s face erupted in flames in a clear display of dominance as he glared down at his son. “Do you even hear yourself Shoto? You’re lacking at your job again, almost letting a civilian die the other day! Why? Because you failed to take your eyes off her when there were people in danger, (y/n)’s a hero for Pete’s sake! She can save herself when a civilian can’t!”

“I-“ For once, Shoto showed his father genuine emotion. His father was right, he did do everything that was just said. The guilt of that mistake crawling back to the pit of his stomach. “I thought the place was clear of civilians-” he started.

Lie. He knew there was one left, and he assumed the lady would run, but she didn’t. She was frozen with fear.

“And now you make pitiful excuses for your behavior?” Endeavor narrowed his eyebrows.

Shoto looked down, unable to say anything else in return. He remembered encasing the woman in ice before the debri could fall on her, but he could only do that because you were there, frantically pointing to the frightened lady before dodging one of the villain’s attacks. If you hadn’t done that, well...he didn’t even want to think about that. There was no excuse for his behavior. He turned his back on the helpless to focus on you, and that itself might as well be a crime.

His father sighed and extinguished the flames, placing a hand on Shoto's shoulders, “I understand that you love her Shoto, but this isn’t the first time this has happened. That’s four times this year so far, I can’t let you get distracted so easily when you’re putting civilian lives in danger-” Endeavor paused, bracing himself for what’s to come. He didn’t want it to come to this, but he had been pushed too far, so he said it.

One simple sentence, just one, was all it took to throw his son off track completely.

Shoto slapped his father’s hand away and stepped back in and anger. “What?!?”

“Shoto-“ Endeavor started

Shoto’s left side was the one erupting in flames now. “No, no I will not…I-“

“Shoto, it has already been arranged. Your mother has agreed to the arrangement as well.”

“M-mom?” Shoto stuttered, his parents actually agreed on something? The flames died down as he bowed his head, his anger dissolving into guilt. If his mom, his number one fan, had taken notice, then he really is screwing up.

“Yes, Rei is...worried about you Shoto, everyone is”

Silence.

“Of course, she supports this relationship anyhow, foolish if you ask me-”

Shoto couldn’t hear the words, it was all gibberish. He tried to get upset at his father, like he used to be, but he couldn’t. He knew it was his fault. Ever since he met you on the field, your quirk nearly outdoing his, he couldn’t help but awkwardly ask for your name, asking for a date, asking for your love. He was head over heels with you, the fire from your relationship burning brighter than what could ever be created through his left hand. But it was burning too bright, blinding him from seeing reality, preventing him from doing his part to protect the lives of others.

Endeavor looked at his miserable son, feeling slightly guilty from bringing this upon him so quickly. “You leave in 2 weeks son, I’m sorry but, this is what we think is best for you” he said before walking away to give Shoto space.

Shoto sat at the edge of his bed wondering what the hell he was gonna do now.

***

In the blink of an eye, two weeks have passed, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell you. You were always smiling with him. He'd rather see that for two weeks than dampen your personality with his own problems...but that backfired on him once he realized he had to tell you at some point, and that had to be soon. This was his last day with you, and you both chose to walk in the park at night, enjoying the emptiness and the cool spring breeze.

“Shoooooooo” you whined leaning up against your boyfriend’s arm “talk to me, you’ve been so moody today”. Your beautiful eyes looked up at his tired ones, pleading for an explanation. He stared back with sadness, striking anxiety in you, but you waited, giving him time to collect his thoughts. You thought you were prepared for anything...anything but this.

“I’m leaving”

Your eyes widened, “what? Waiiit, you’re just joking aren’t ya-“ but you looked at him, and he was dead serious.

“You- you’re done with me?”

The mood shifted quickly, the cool air surrounding you both turning ice cold.

“What? No, I’m leaving for America in about two hours. I love you more than anything (y/n), and I would never leave you”

You looked down at your feet coming to a stop in the middle of the pavement. That piece of news was just as bad as the last. Emotions flooded your system as you tried to process his words. America? That’s so far away.

“...For how long?” You asked quietly.

“Four years” he sighed.

Four years

Your stomach dropped as you struggled to absorb that information. “Sho, why-?” You started, biting back the tears that threatened to fall.

Shoto pursed his lips, unable to look you straight in the eyes, “My family said I need to focus on being a hero, that our relationship- that I was putting lives at risk-“

“And you agree with them?”

“Yes (y/n), I-“

“And you hadn’t bothered telling me you were leaving Shoto? You kept this from me until the last fucking minute when we said we wouldn’t hide anything from each other???”

“I didn’t have a choice (y/n)-”

“Of course you have a choice! What? Now that your daddy’s the number one hero, you have to-”

“My mother said it too (y/n)!” Shoto yelled. He never yelled at you, and seeing you flinch like that broke his heart. He reached out to you, your figure slowly backing away from him. “I’m sorry baby, I-“

“No” you interrupted, tears falling freely from your eyes “no, I understand, if...if your mom wants you to go then, then you should go”

Shoto tried to grab your arm, but you were fast, and quickly ran aimlessly through the park, ignoring your boyfriend’s cries for you to come back. You ran for what seemed like hours until you realized you were at the city limits. Away from the pain, away from the sounds of the city, away from Shoto- but the guilt was there, gnawing at your chest like a parasite.

You should have stayed.

You should have told him you love him.

You should have said goodbye.

But you didn’t, you let your emotions take control, you let your anger get the best of you and now you’re paying the consequences.

You placed a hand on your stomach, wincing at the physical pain that was catching up to you now that your adrenaline was gone

You should have told him you were pregnant.

It was too late now. Still, you ran back to his house, ringing the doorbell impatiently for someone to answer the door. Fuyumi answered, hair messy from just waking up, glasses sitting crooked at the bridge of her nose.

“(y/n)?” she blinked.

You grabbed her shoulders, shaking her wide awake. “Where’s Sho?”

“You uh, you just missed him, he was looking around for you for as long as he could but dad dragged him off to the airport” she said, clutching on to her glasses.

Shit

You fucked up big time, now he’s gone.

“Dammit” you cursed, sinking to the floor. “Fuyumi… I didn’t get to say goodbye” You wiped the tears from your face, but they just kept falling, one after the other. “He told me but...but I freaked out and ran away and imjustsuchafuckindumbassandijustwantshototocomeback-“

“Hush hush, let’s get you inside first before you catch a cold” she said, urging you inside. She made you tea and listened to you ramble on about Sho for nearly an hour. You really loved that idiot. After you calmed down a bit, she grabbed a hoodie from his room, handing it to you neatly folded. “Here, he’d want you to have this”.

You took the hoodie, holding it close as you breathed in his scent. “Thanks…” you sniffed. “I’ll get out of your hair now Fuyumi, thanks for listening to me”

“Are you sure you don’t need a cab home?” she asked, grabbing her phone to call a Todoroki family chauffeur.

You waved your hands “ah no thanks, its ok, my house isn’t that far from here anyways.”. You got up and hurried to open the door before she could insist any further.

“(y/n)?” she said. You stopped, the door halfway open. “You’re welcome to stop by anytime for tea”.

You smiled and whispered a thank you before embracing the cool night air again and starting the walk home.

***

For four years, you kept your child secret, careful not to make it known to the public that you were raising Shoto’s child without him. After a year of “hero vacation” you resumed your hero work as normal, re-designing your costume to cover your stretch marks. The public didn’t need to know the drama. The last thing you needed were headlines all over the news that Shoto had ditched you and… for him to read those headlines in America and forget about his studies to rush back to Japan.

Your beautiful baby boy was born with bright turquoise eyes, with the right one later reflecting the same color as yours. His soft hair bright red, definitely a Todoroki family marking. The physical similarities to Shoto ended there, the rest were attributed by none other than you.

You watched in adoration as your son sat on the floor, playing around with the action figures he received from “uncle” Deku and “auntie” Ochako, the only two who knew your secret. They were a godsend, regularly helping out with babysitting when it was your turn to go on patrols. Honestly, you didn’t think you’d make it this far if it weren’t for them.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized that your son had put his toys down and was staring right at you.

“Mama,” he said, “do I really have a dad?”.

Your eyes widened, astonished at how perceptive he is...just like Sho. No matter how many times you tell him the man in the pictures is his father, it doesn’t change the fact that he isn’t here in the flesh.

You slid off the couch to join him on the floor, pulling him gently onto your lap. “Baby, of course you have a dad-“

“-where is he?” He interrupted, looking at you with wide eyes.

“He’s….he’s not here right now baby, but you’ll see him some day” you replied, giving him a soft squeeze.

He pouted, “you always say that mama”

“I know, but it's true. You wanna see videos of him again?”

His eyes lit up. He loved watching old YouTube videos of Shoto’s hero work, amazed at how he used both fire and ice to take down the villains threatening the city. He excitedly made his way to the computer, both his Deku and Uravity figures forgotten on the floor, to watch his favorite hero in action.

Dinner was approaching in about an hour or so and you needed to quickly get some grocery shopping done. Just fifteen minutes or so, he’ll be fine right?

“Alright, I’m going to go get food ok? You sit here, understand? No opening the door for anyone except me, ok?”

“And papa?” He asked, eyes still glued to the screen.

You looked back at him, the door already open “sure honey” you smiled, and closed the door, locking it from the outside.

Your shopping trip took a little longer than expected due to the long lines, and overall, it took you about half an hour to get back home. You were planning to make cold soba, your son’s favorite. Plain and simple, yet it put a smile on his face every time. You hummed to yourself as you unlocked the door to your house, no longer hearing the blaring sound of combat from the computer. Your son must be tuckered out, possibly asleep on the desk.

You opened the door, preoccupied with your thoughts and the groceries to notice your son wasn’t passed out like you thought. “I’m home” you said, slipping off your shoes.

“Mama! Look!”

You looked up, expecting to see a giant mess of toys instead when you saw-

“Sho…?” You breathed, unable to believe your eyes.

There he was, dressed in just a plain grey sweater, jeans, and the same old haircut he had four years ago. Despite all this, he was noticeably brawnier, his muscles becoming more defined underneath his clothing. You didn’t think it was possible for him to get even more handsome than he already was, but here he is. He looked up at you with the same look of awe as he sat next to your son, cross legged on the floor with the Deku action figure in one hand.

“It’s papa!” Your son exclaimed excitedly, running over to give your leg a hug.

You reached your hand down to give your son a pat on the back, not taking your eyes from his dad. “Sho, how in the world-“

“Uh, sorry for intruding but, Midoriya sent me your address earlier. Apparently, I’ve been sending letters to an empty mailbox for quite some time now” he smiled sheepishly, pulling out a stack of envelopes from his book bag next to him. “Are you...wearing my hoodie?”

So he has tried to contact you. You thought all along that he’d forgotten about you, that he found some beautiful American girl while he was out there. Relief washed over you until another question nagged at the back of your mind. He had a phone didn’t he? You opened your mouth to say something, but it was like he could read your thoughts.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to call you, they didn’t allow phones in this school. After all...” he shrugged, “my father obviously had to pick the most prestigious hero program in America”.

Your son’s eyes lit up, “America? Papa, I wanna show you a thing!” he said before scrambling off to his room.

“Sho…” you said as soon as your son left, your voice cracking a bit with tension. You dropped the bag you were carrying and took small wobbly steps towards your lover. He sat up on his knees, arms wide open to catch you as you lunged forward, wrapping him up in a giant bear hug. You couldn’t hold back any longer and let your tears flow, quietly sobbing Shoto’s name in the crook of his neck. He rubbed slow circles on your back as he gripped you just as tightly as you held on to him. He pulled away moments afterwards to catch your lips in a sweet kiss, releasing all the pent up feelings you thought you could lock away deep inside your memories.

“I missed you so fucking much” he said. He rarely ever swore.

“Shhhhh, don’t teach our son how to swear this early” you smiled, pressing a finger to hush his lips.

Shoto sat back on his hunches, pulling you into a cradle with his strong arms, “so he really is ours huh” he said, bringing his hands down to your waist, “...I’m sorry I wasn’t here for him (y/n)...”. He looked straight into your eyes, reaching to squeeze your hand “I promise, I’m going to be here for him from now on, I’m not leaving you ever again.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, as if he was afraid you were going to disappear. All those tears, all those years of anger and frustration, they all melted away as you two sat there, lost in your own world.

“Papa?” your son called. You smiled and got off Shoto’s lap, letting ‘papa’ stand up.

“We’re getting married next week, just so you know” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your forehead and heading to see what his little rascal had to show him.

“About time” you mumbled with a grin.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 years

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Don't let the world delete you

All-Might x Male Reader

Request- Can you make a My Hero Academia fic for being all for one's son who's a student at ua cause he hates his dad and his quirk is making invisible and indestructible objects like an wall people run in some stairs an elevator and so on and his skilled in fighting and knows pressure points and all might finds put after the attack at the usj and R tells him he hates his dad and wants to put him in jail after ripping his arms off so he can't use his quirk anymore also R knows about his skinny form

You are a hero in training and you go to U.A. High School. Your teacher is All-Might and He teaches Foundational Hero Studies. Also, he does teach fighting techniques and your homeroom teacher is Shota Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

You hate your quirks because you got it from your father. You hate him with a burning passion and he is a horrible person. If he was dying and you had the antidote you won't save him.

Your quirk is you can turn in invisible and you be indestructible when objects are thrown at you. And you can go through wall people run in some stairs an elevator etc. You have improved your fighting skills because you know their pressure points, easy for you to fight them.

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Your class is A-1, not many like you and your friends because of what happened in the past.

You have been training hard because are quarter-finals of the sports festival.

”Y/N good luck” Kirishima said.

”Thank you” You said.

”This will be a good fight. You and Bakugo are really strong” Mineta said.

You will fight against Bakugo in thirty seconds. You start to stretch out your arms and legs. Bakugo goes to the field first then it's your turn.

Endeavor and All Might are watching the fight between you and Bakugo.

”Y/N has gotten stronger. Tell me, All Might are you going to be his mentor? Not many will take Y/N because of his father” Endeavor said.

”Y/N is nothing like his father. He will be a good hero, he needs a lot of training” All Might said.

Endeavor didn't say anything, they keep watching the fight and it's intense. You and Bakugo are neck to neck. Bakugo started to use his powers to the max, the explosions are intense. But you still can block it but not for long. You used your quirk to go underground.

”Come out and fight me!!” Bakugo yelled.

He is getting ready, when you come out then he will want to attack you. But you have a trick up your sleeve when you came out then Bakugo kicked you in the stomach then started to punch you. One of his kicks hit you in the nuts.

MT lady, was going to stop the fight but you and Bakugo stopped her. You punched him in the face then, You start to run towards him and putting a metal pole that hits his nuts and knocks him.

”Enough!” Eraserhead yelled.

He used his powers to stop you and Bakugo. But Bakugo is passed out and you can't use your powers for a while.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✫

After what happened at the sports festival, All Might became worried about you. You are at home with your mom and siblings, you used to stay on campus but they sent you home. You are in your bedroom and you using your laptop. Your little brother barged in your bedroom

”Y/N! All Might is here!” He yelled with excitement.

Your eyes opened wide.

”Seriously?” You asked.

”Yes!! All Might is here!! I will ask if he can sign my poster!! Do you have a marker, Y/N!?!?” He yelled.

You gave him a pen.

”No!! I want a marker!! My friends will be so jealous!” He yelled again.

You gave him a sharpie and he smiled big. He runs to his bedroom, to get the poster and collectible action figure toy. You go to the living room and he is drinking tea with your mom. All Might is in his form.

”All Might, what are you doing here?” You asked.

”I came to see you and talk to your mom. I see potential in you to be a good hero, but you have a lot to learn. I still have a lot to teach you” All- Might said.

”Y/N if you want to go back, we will always support you. I will want you to follow your dreams and never let the past stop you” Your mom said.

”I want to be the best hero. But I'm not sorry what I did to Bakugo” You said.

”We will work on that too. Y/N pack your belongings because you are going to camp” All-Might Said.

You nod and your brother did get All-Might’s autograph and a picture. Your mom packed a bento box for you and All-Might. Before leaving you hugged your mom and left with All Might.

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All-Might and other teachers will go camping with the students. The students will learn to control their powers and go to their med level, learn survival skills, and work together.

Everyone is surprised and happy to see you. Everyone just met the Wild, Wild Pussycats are one of the four hero teams that founded the Union Affairs Office. They are veterans and well known for their teamwork.

Somehow everyone in the camp found out who is your father. You don't know how they found out or who told them, but you don't care what they have to say. You just ignore them.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✫

Class is over and you packing your stuff. You are friends with Midoriya and you do get along with the others too. Expect for Bakugo and other students from different classes.

”Y/N, do want to join us for lunch?” Midoriya asked.

You were going to say something but everyone noticed All-Might is by the door.

”Y/N, lunch?” All-Might asked.

”Okay” You said.

”Y/N later meet us by the lake for a swim” Iida said.

”Sure” You said.

You leave and follow All-Might to somewhere private.

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”Y/N I want to show you something” All Might said.

”What is it?” You asked.

He changed into his skinny form.

”This is my true form” All-Might said.

”I know” You said.

”Wait-when?” All-Might asked.

”I saw you training Midoriya at the beach. That's when I saw you transformed and I was surprised by it” You said.

”And you never told anyone?” All-Might asked.

You shake your head.

”No. I'm not that kind of person” You said.

You and All-Might start to eat.

”I fought your father All For One before. You are nothing like him not even close. Y/N, I did mean it when I said you will be a good hero. I want to help you achieve your goal” All-Might said.

”I hate him so much. Growing up, he would abuse me and my family. I want to be a hero and I want to help you stop my father and I don't care how we will stop him. I know he was the first to use all for one power but he only used it for evil” You said.

All-Might can see the hate you have for your father in your eyes. He changed the subject to cheer you.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✫

You and All-Might found out the camp is under attack. You or All-Might can't call for help because there is no good signal. You and All-Might run towards the camp and he transformed.

Your father is attacking the camp with his team. All For One looks at you and All-Might

”You have no chance to stop me” All For One said.

You glared at him.

”I will beat you to a bloody pulp” You snapped.

Tomura and Dabi want to fight you and All-Might. Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, Uraraka, Kirishima, and Mineta are fighting the other villains. Now All-Might is fighting Dabi to get to your father. Now you start to run towards your father but Tomura will try to stop you. But you went underground get away from him

”I wanted to punch you in the face for a long time!” Bakugo yelled at Tomura.

Bakugo punched Tomura in the face and he falls down hard.

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You and your father start to fight and he isn't holding back. You are not holding back either, You start to punch him in the chest then did a combo to his face.

��You are weak like your mother. You will never defeat me” All For One said.

All-Might starts to help you. Your father is using all his powers to stop you and All-Might. You were going to kick him in the face but he grabbed your leg and threw you towards the ground. All-Might used his ultimate move to stop him before he hits you.

You struggled to get up but you won't give up. You see his pressure points and that's where you will attack. You start to use all powers to attack him, your father is taking blows to his body. All-Might is also giving him major blows to the body. Then you gripped on his arms tight that he starts to bleed. Then ripped his arms off so he can't use his quirk anymore. He falls down to the ground and you are breathing hard.

”Y-”

You passed out.

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You, your friends, and All-Might end up in the hospital. They start to worry about you and go to see you. The doctor told you that you need to rest for a few weeks without using your powers.

Your friends saw you and they all hugged you. You are in pain and they are really happy you are getting better.

”Y/N we are happy that you finally woke up” Midoriya said.

”It’s good to see all of you” You said.

”We don't care who is your father. We know the real you and to us, you are our friend and a hero” Iida said.

Everyone agreed with him. You know he is telling the truth and he wouldn't lie about it.

”We got this for you. It's a get well gift bag. Y/N-” Midoriya said.

He didn't finish his sentence because Bakugo said something.

”Good to see you are awake,” Bakugo said and left.

”You too” You said but he didn't hear you.

Everyone stayed for a little more and ate dinner with you. Later they leave the room and you start to write a letter

{Next Day}

They all go to your room but it's empty. You left the letter on the bed and Iida starts to read it out loud.

”I had a good time being friends with everyone. I won't forget everyone and the good times we had. This isn't goodbye forever just means we will see each other later. Please take care of each other... Okay I won't read the last part” Iida said.

Mineta grabbed the letter and read the last part.

”It says PS, fuck you Bakugo” Mineta said.

”I’m going to miss him” Midoriya said.

”We will miss him too. But I feel he will come back” Todoroki said.

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You and your family left Tokyo after what happened, your family wants to avoid the reporters. It won't be easy but your family just wants to lay low for a while. You didn't tell anyone where you are going to live and you also left a letter for All-Might, letting him know that you will be okay.

#all might imagine #my hero academia imagines #all might x reader #all might x male reader #My Hero Academia imagine

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spiralingsoftly · 3 years

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*This is my first time writing fanfiction in a long time. It's also my first BNHA and TodoDeku fanfiction period. Critiques welcome!*

Izuku Midoriya sat on the couch in the living room, his phone held against his ear as he stared absently out the window and listened as his mother went on about one topic after another. He loved his mother, truly he did. Ever since his father had left, his mother had been his biggest supporter even if she was overbearing at times – even now that he was in his thirties.

“Izuku? Honey? Did you hear what I just said?” his mother Inku asked, her worry ringing loud and clear through the phone.

“Hmm?” Izuku asked in reply, inwardly shaking himself out of the daze he’d fallen into as he listened to his mom’s voice and gazed out the window facing the couch upon which he was sitting.

The apartment was small, much smaller than one most people would consider appropriate for an up and coming hero like he was. But it was home and Izuku loved it. After he had graduated from UA, he’d worked at the Endeavor agency with Bakugo and Todoroki for a while until he had moved on to more freelance work. It wasn’t the glamourous hero life he’d envisioned when he had first began training with All Might, but it was fulfilling and Izuku honestly loved what he did every day.

“I’m sorry, mom. I spaced out again. Can you repeat that?” he said with a slight sigh, absentmindedly scratching the back of his neck even though his mother couldn’t see him through the phone.

“Oh Izuku. Are you sure that living in that apartment is still a good idea, honey? I know you love it there and have made it home, but I just worry….” Inku trailed off, not quite sure how to continue and not wanting to upset her son.

“Mom, I promise I’m fine. Things are slow with work right now and so my mind just wanders a bit more than before. But I’m okay.” Izuku replied, smiling softly despite how sad he truly felt inside. He hoped that the sadness didn’t seep through into his words, although he knew that it probably had.

Leaving the Endeavor agency to be a freelance hero had been the most difficult decision of his life, and almost every day he questioned himself as to if he had made the right choice or not. The work under Endeavor had been difficult and unrelenting. But it had shaped him into the hero that he was today. At the same time, it had also brought one of the best parts of his life crashing to the ground in the process.

“I know, honey. I just worry. I’ll let you go so that you can get something to eat – I know you haven’t been eating as well as you should be. Don’t even try and convince me otherwise, young man. I’m still your mother.” Inku said with a soft laugh before they bother said their goodbyes and ended the call.

Shaking his head and smiling softly, Izuku put his phone on the table beside the cough as his eyes turned back toward the sky outside. It was a crisp, cool fall day in mid-October. The leaves on the trees were turning brilliant colors and the air was turning colder by the day. This used to be his favorite time of year. Being able to walk down the street, wrapped up in his warmest coat, a scarf wrapped around his neck and his hands kept warm by a pair of hand knitted gloves. He could almost feel the warmth of the sun on his face as he walked thru the streets, hand in hand with his significant other.

Shoto.

That’s why his mind had wandered as he had been talking to his mother on the phone. The sky was the exact color of Shoto’s eye on his left side. While he loved looking into Shoto’s eyes, it was always his left eye that Izuku loved looking into most. Icy, beautiful blue.

They had publicly gotten together during the winter of their third year at UA. To their surprise, none of their other classmates had been too terribly surprised when they announced that they were now dating. It had been Bakugo who informed them that the whole class knew that they had secretly been dating since the previous spring. The brash blonde had gone on to say that they were both stupid to think that the rest of their classmates wouldn’t have put two and two together when the two of them kept having “study session” in one of their bedrooms. Apparently, they hadn’t hidden their relationship as well as they had hoped they had.

Working together at Endeavor’s agency had been great at first, even if it was also very awkward. Enji Todoroki had never been a kind or cuddly man. He had gotten ‘nicer’ over the years as he atoned for his wrongs against his children and wife – going so far as to bring Shoto’s mother home again to be with her children. But the elder Todoroki was still a cold man, bordering on somewhat cruelly emotionless at times. But, despite all that, being able to work as a hero in an official capacity with his boyfriend was something that Izuku had all but leapt at being able to do.

It had happened slowly overtime. An offhand comment here, a rude remark there. Enji wasn’t homophobic – Shoto’s older brother had a boyfriend as well and Enji was accepting of them and his children’s friends who had same sex significant others. However, there was always a tenseness when it came to his relationship with his youngest son. More than once, Izuku had brought the topic up with Shoto. Explaining to his boyfriend how uncomfortable the comments made him. Shoto, to his credit, had grown so much as a person since Izuku’s words at the sports festival their first year at UA had broken through his hesitancy to fully embrace the fire side of his quirk. However, little things like his father’s comments didn’t always register with him in the same way they did with the rest of the world.

After once particularly difficult rescue mission, he and Shoto had been sharing some quiet time together in one of the breakrooms at the agency when Enji had come in and made some rude comment before leaving again a few minutes later. That comment had been the straw that broke the camels back. After an emotion filled conversation, an argument really, he and Shoto had decided that they weren’t working as a couple. They still loved each other deeply but being a couple while working together at his father’s agency just wasn’t working anymore. Between tears, they decided that Izuku would stay at the apartment they shared together and Shoto would return home to live with his mother and siblings.

Blinking a few times, Izuku brought himself out of the memory he had just been reliving. Reaching a hand up to his face, he wasn’t surprised to learn that he was silently crying as his mind replayed the memories of the day that his world had completely changed. He had stopped by his mother’s house on his way home that day, and by the time he got home Shoto had already been there, collected his things, and left. The only way Izuku had known that the other man had been there at all was a note that had been left on their kitchen counter. It was written on a small square of pink paper. In Shoto’s unique script were the words “I’m so proud of you, Zuku. I love you – Sho”.

Izuku knew that he probably should have thrown the note away. Part of him still wished that he would, even though almost six months had passed since they parted. But he’d kept it. It helped ease the ache a little bit, even in some macabre way.

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Shoto Todoroki sighed heavily as he reached the floor where the apartment, he shared with his boyfriend Izuku was. He was tried and warring with himself internally as to if he should actually go inside or not. Slowly he approached the door, his fingertips lightly brushing against the cool metal of the door before he gently knocked and pushed the door open slightly. Izuku never locked the door during the day, even though Shoto had begged him repeatedly to do so.

Sticking his head in slightly, Shoto smiled as he spotted the green haired man curled up on the sofa sound asleep. Opening the door enough so that he could walk inside the apartment, Shoto toed his shoes off and gently sat his bag on the floor next to the door. Straightening back up, he took off his coat and hung it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs as he walked softly toward the living room and over to the couch. Kneeling down in front of the sleeping man, Shoto gently ran the pad of his thumb across Izuku’s cheek.

“Zuku? Hey Zuku. Wake up, babe.” He said softly, retracting his hand from the others face as Izuku’s eyelashes began to flutter before opening to reveal beautiful green eyes.

“S-sho? Shoto? W-what’re you doing here?” Izuku asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I came home. If you’ll still have me, that is….” Shoto replied softly, looking into Izuku’s eyes with silent hope.

“But what about your dad’s agency?”

Shoto shrugged before answering. “I left. He begged me not to. Told me that the agency would be mine after he retired. But I told him I didn’t want it. I wanted to build my own agency, my own legacy. It’s my quirk, right? Not his?”

Izuku’s face lit up with the most stunning smile that Shoto had ever seen before the green haired man flung himself into the other’s lap.

“It’s your quirk, Sho. It’s always been yours. He might have been the one to give it to you – along with your mom’s quirk of course. But it’s yours.” Izuku replied before leaning in and kissing Shoto deeply.

Reaching forward, Shoto held the smaller man to him as he lost himself in the kiss. This was where he was meant to be. Sharing his life with the up and coming number two hero, Izuku Midoriya. Not trapped in some stuffy office in some agency being led by his father. When the kiss broke, their eyes remained closed as they both sat in silence, just soaking in the moment before either of them spoke.

“Does this mean I can come back? I can come home?” Shoto asked quietly, part of him dreading that the answer would be no.

Izuku’s eyes snapped open and he smiled before affectionately rubbing his nose against Shoto’s.

“Yes, Sho. You can come home. To our home.”

The bi-color haired man decided to forgo a verbal reply, instead opting to lean in again and capture the smaller man’s lips with his own again. They shared several additional sweet kisses before parting again. Sitting in silence again, Izuku once again remembered the note that Shoto had left the day that he left. Pressing another quick kiss to Shoto’s lips, Izuku silently got up and walked over to a cabinet that sat near the door into the kitchen. Opening one of the drawers, he took something out of it before closing the drawer again and returning to Shoto. Sitting back down on the other man’s lap, Izuku looked up at the other and smiled again.

“I kept it. I don’t know why, but I kept it.” He said, holding the paper up for Shoto to read.

Quickly reading it, Shoto blushed a soft pink as he looked down toward the floor. Huffing a quick laugh, Izuku reached out and lifted the bi-color haired man’s chin so he could look into his eyes.

“I’m so proud of you, Sho. Always have been, always will be.” He said before once again kissing the other man.

As they kissed, the paper was forgotten when Izuku wrapped his arms around his now returned boyfriend’s neck. As Shoto shifted them and rose from the floor in order to head to their bedroom, the last thing that Izuku saw before being kissed again was what was written on the note.

“I’m so proud of you, Zuku. I love you – Sho”

#BNHA fanfic #tododeku fanfic #tododeku #MHA #mha fanfiction #BNHA

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yanderelovebites · 3 years

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My analysis so far of Dabi/Touya

Okay so I’ve been thinking about Dabi cause of the latest chapters and many people have been trying to say ‘Touya didn’t even experience this trauma’ which I’m assuming is coming from these new Endeavor stans or You’re one of the people who recognize there was abuse but wasn’t so bad when Touya was young...

There are some obvious red flags. We all know Rei was bought. It sounds like Rei had to make deals for Touya to have siblings. Those are red flags. Touya seems to have liked training, but I full heartedly believe he was doing it to please Enji. His dad was happy and as a kid he may have not noticed the red flags. His other siblings were just that, siblings. Then Enji sees Touya is weak because of his mother and now having more children is also meaning to get a proper child. Enji starts thinking about what he’ll do if and when his star child is born and when Shoto is born...

The others were tossed aside. That’s what this is. They were tossed. Remember what Touya referred to Shoto as? A doll? What if Touya’s trauma is a mix of yes being tossed aside because he’s seen as weak, but also because he began to see the real problems. He worked himself to impress the man he called dad until one day a shiny new toy comes along. Yes, I said toy. He calls him a doll because through Touya’s POV, he more than likely thinks his father sees them as toys. He was the first and he grew his collection with Natsuo and Fuyumi, but then he found his favorite. This could explain why he’s okay hurting his family. He’s lost himself and sees himself no longer a toy of his father’s. He hates his father. He wants him to feel pain. How can he? Well I’ve been thinking of it like if an ex cheats and you separate what do you do? There some who let it go and move on...

Then you have people like Touya who let the world know. You destroy their crap, in this case, Enji’s toys. Touya’s own siblings.

How am I so sure? Again he refers to Shoto as a doll. This brings me to something else... many people say Deku is the reason Shoto wouldn’t turn to villain but.... here my reasoning as to why that wouldn’t have happened. As far as we know, Touya gladly participated in training and had access to his siblings. What’s different is that Shoto neither had access nor did he willingly participate. This is highlighted in how he is told not to interact with them AND how Enji literally drags the child to train. Shoto didn’t care. Enji had to force him and Shoto fought and fought in whatever way he could. However, we do know Shoto did care about his family to some degree. He expressed how he didn’t know how to confront his mother. I feel like if it weren’t for Deku, he just would’ve been an easier target for Touya. I don’t think Shoto would’ve gone as far as Touya because Shoto always hated him, but Touya was the one who felt betrayed.

Reminder this is just my personal analysis I felt like sharing. If you have a different view of it tahts okay, but remember Enji was still abusive and neglectful. No this doesn’t not support Touya, it merely just expresses where this all came from.

#Dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki shouto #analysis #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha #mha

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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hey i love your in depth analysis’s you’re super smart and comte deserves everything and that’s on period but i’ve always wondered what is actually comte’s net worth? like how much money does he really have and like how?! i know he’s a noble but for real something’s up lol💀 also if you were to guess how rich would he be in the 21st century in mc’s time? sorry ik that’s a lot of questions but i just need to know lmao

Ah, thank you friend! 💕💕💕

As to answering your curiosity, I must admit I don’t know anything for certain when it comes to Comte’s sizable fortune. That being said, I can offer what I understand to be the source of his conceivably endless wealth.

Mild Comte rt spoilers below the cut

There are two factors that I think contribute a great deal to his material prosperity. The first being his pureblood status. Remember that to be a pureblood means that you must have been raised by two vampires who were also purebloods. As such, we can understand that le Comte receives potentially centuries’ worth of an inheritance from the moment he is born (and we get no indication of siblings with whom he must share). Where this money comes from I can’t say for certain, but there is reasonable evidence to assume that his parents probably amassed their wealth over a very long period of time. Though he speaks of it in passing, Comte mentions that he only recently took up his family legacy. As such, we can understand that he had been avoiding his noble lineage/title and amassed endowment for almost four hundred years, give or take. Knowing this it can be reasonable to assume that some of the money grew as a product of time’s passing, and probably profitable management of the family’s relics/more expensive resources. I know little about financial management, but I have no doubt his starting point was probably staggering in accordance with this context.

The second are his lifelong journeys around the world. I very much doubt he wouldn’t amass a sizable fortune of his own and collection of priceless artifacts over four hundred years of life. Even without his inheritance, he probably had plenty of money that he just didn’t have much use for. (Remember, purebloods are fairly sturdy; they have no great need to eat human food on a regular basis or need much by way of medical care. The most he probably spent was on alcohol or maybe gambling in his wilder days lmfao. Okay but now I need a fic of him scamming casinos and wealthier nobles for shits and giggles just because he enjoys watching bastards balk/squirm...). Expanding on that, I don’t think Comte engaged in any kind of financial pursuit that meant exploiting the weak and vulnerable. I say that only because the game has shown us a man that is highly principled; if he deems it against his personal values (which tend to be decidedly egalitarian) he will never do it. He is a very easygoing man, but that’s not to be mistaken for careless or without an obstinate bone in his body. Make no mistake, if he disagrees with somebody or disapproves of a course of action, indications of his displeasure will be clear.

To those that would offer unscrupulous designs, the only way I could really see that happening is if it was a much younger, perhaps more naive Comte. And even so, I don’t think he would keep whatever benefits he wrought in such an exchange; I imagine he would be much more interested in restoring the dignity of the offended parties. In his own route he says outright that he operates on the principle of Noblesse Oblige (”nobility obligates”), and we see him act on it time and time again. For those who have never heard of the phrase, it is a French expression meant to convey the sense that with any kind of excessive privilege comes a dual responsibility to look after those without the same resources. It was a concept very much hammered home by the women writers of the late 1800s--such as Elizabeth Gaskell--who were less than pleased to see flagrant displays of wealth while people where languishing in poverty. They often took it a step further, saying that intervention shouldn’t be something that poor people should be expected to beg for to deserve. Rather, the wealthy were obligated to pay attention and make an effort, no matter how thankless. Given what I understand about Comte, I think he is very much in agreement with that sentiment. He won’t give what he can’t offer, but anything he has in excess--or even in good measure--he will give without any trepidation or ill feeling.

For those that might argue foul play in regards to preserving his reputation, I can’t really see him engaging in industries that are exploitative even if it meant upholding social contacts. We have seen him often speak to the questionable nature of other nobles and their actions, and he does not excuse them or seem to agree with them at all. He may offer pleasantries and pretenses, but I don’t think he truly befriends or chooses to work with people like that. At best, he tolerates their existence and offers them placating smiles/letters. His title means absolute shit to him if it means he has to watch a person (especially one that he can help) suffer in absolute silence. I’ve said it before, but it’s literally the only reason Leonardo tolerates his noble status. Leonardo has been unequivocal about his sheer disdain for the ruling class, and while Comte does not expound to the same degree--I’d wager his feelings are similar. The difference, I think, is that Comte tends to believe in both the vile and redeeming qualities people can offer. He sees people entirely for their potential; he only removes people from his life when they prove to have no ability to improve/change or care about others. Leonardo, perhaps, is devoid of this longstanding patience by comparison. (He is in many ways a radical; believes hierarchies are entirely vile constructs intended to deprive people of basic necessities and intimacy, and must fundamentally be abolished). If people seem shallow or interested in things he does not deem important, he zones right out/ignores them and considers helping them a waste of time, a hopeless endeavor. Comte seems to be more capable of sympathizing with other people’s perspectives, and even enjoys supporting them if given the chance. He may dislike hierarchies, but he’s a realist by comparison--he sees that hierarchies are how the world manages to operate with some coherence, and he weaves his way through and around these systems to improve the living conditions of people who need it. The exchange here is that Comte is comparatively brittle when compared to Leonardo; the second he sees someone (especially an innocent) getting hurt or excessive displays of force, he gets so furious/terrified that he begins to lose control.

As to Comte’s modern financial status, I’m really not sure if I’d be able to predict that. But given that most of the people in the world who began with sizable fortunes have been able to preserve and expand them exponentially, I could see him landing comfortable in the millions at least. (I offer that because to be in the billions usually means wholescale theft, and I doubt he’d get to that point with his careful, historic accumulation of money). I’d wager he would donate whatever he didn’t need if he wasn’t still taking care of the men, but otherwise he’d probably use his resources to spoil his boyos and loved ones.

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp meta #ikevamp mild spoilers #i really cant imagine comte as anything other than a sincere benefactor ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i mean people are free to interpret him as shady or sketchy #but i think that's more because he keeps his cards very close to his chest #people tend to be uncomfortable when a person has no discernible weakness to exploit or obvious shortcoming #its the same reason people prefer flawed characters/heroes in stories a lot #but i just think he's neat in his constant effort to be mindful of the people around him and wish to bring them joy #sometimes it isnt any deeper than that #and it makes me livid when people like arthur try to misconstrue his intentions #sure people can have bad motivations but that doesnt mean you should seek foul play from every single person you meet #say it with me kids! 'blind cynicism will make friends look like enemies.'#at least jeanne has the grace to admit he was wrong #i mean was i suspicious of comte at first? yeah ofc #ive met maybe three people like him in my entire life #but it's called: using your judgement to determine if a person is a reasonable threat to you #anywho that's all i have to say on the matter #i hope this helped to answer your questions!#rambles

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goth-girlfriend · 4 years

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Watching You Stand Alone

Request!

I would’ve asked on tumblr but, I have strict parants so I found another way without having to download the app! iCloud can be a snitch am I right? 😅 I was wondering, can you do a one shot where a Reader has a past with the Flame Daddy Endeavor, he leaves them for his quirk marriage, but then gets divorced and she finds him when she comes back to Japan because maybe the heartbreak sent her overseas, and she sees him and she’s just still so much in love with him, and maybe now that he’s willing to give it a shot? Please if you can! 😅🙏💙💙💙 But I love your blog! It’s amazing! And I can’t wait to read more, I mean I’ll wait, but I’m excited !!😊😊

Rating: Fluff?

Notes: I imaged it and loved it and I REALLY REALLY LOVE IT AND HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT TOO ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Enji,” the whisper left soft lips in a whisper, “Enji,” soft words were followed by cold finger tips tracing the temple of the hot headed boy sleeping in a (h/c) haired girls lap.

With a grumbled the boy started to move and look around, he looked to his leftcoming face to stomach with the girls tummy. His eyes fell into a half lidded position as he rolled over onto his left side re situating himself. The girl sitting over him let out a single laugh, she brought her left hand up to his shoulder and bicep, letting her fingers run over the skin and push a cold feeling deep into the skin and muscle.

“If you keep overworking yourself you’ll just overheat all over again, and I care about you but I also care about my grades, you might be number one in our class but I’m not to good with books.” (Y/n) scolded and ran her fingers up his neck and jaw.

“Study then idiot.” He grumbled.

“That’s great idea!” She faked shock, “Maybe if I had the free time and weren’t sitting outside in the grass cooling down a HUMAN VOLCANO I COULD.”

She sarcastically yelled the last part, the boy in her lap eyebrows furrowed and he grunted, “You’re loud.”

Silence fell and then she spoke up, “thank you. Now roll over, I need to get to your back.”

With another grunt the red head obliged and rolled to his right side and stretched his right arm across the grass the left falling across his chest and landing on his outstretched bicep.

“Were going to graduate soon.” (Y/n) spoke placing her palm flat between his shoulder taking in his excess body heat and replacing it with her cold touch.

“Yeah,” He said, his eyes now open and staring at the grass ahead of him.

“So, what do you plan on doing?” The question weighed down the atmosphere.

“Getting married.” The answer was neutral on one side, and a sting on the other.

“That’s great, is she nice?” (Y/n) felt a spike in her ice as she ran her fingers down his back.

“I haven’t met her yet.” His words blunt.

“A quirk marriage, I guess it’s for the best.” (Y/n), shrugged, her world felt like it was shattering, “I hope it’s an ice quirk, maybe your kids won’t have to face the same troubles you do. I’ve seen you give out a lot because of heat exhaustion and it scares me still honestly. So you better explain everything, and I mean everything from wanting to get rubbed down with icy touches to soaking in ice cold tubs! And you better explain what you want for your kids so the woman does fell like she’s just being used, and you’re really quick to get heated so give the woman a warning before she tries to argue with you, you have a short temper, also-”

You were cut off by the boy sitting up his back towards you, he seemed aggravated. He didn’t say a thing, but you couldn’t help but feel it was because of the things you said.

“I just worry about you Enji, I know you say you’re strong and you can handle it but I care about you, I really do and I just want the best for you, so don’t give me any of that brooding man action.” You scolded him and went to stand up and moved infornt of him bending at the hips to get level with his sitting form.

“Now, we should head in, it’s getting dark and you need a shower smelly boy.” You snickered as he rolled his eyes and got up with ease.

“Tch,” was the response you got as you both started walking.

You looked up at him through the corner of your eye, for a minute, every color looked brighter in the suns orange hue, your heart picked up its pace thinking it was going to slow for the rate your mind felt you were living. You stopped your steps feeling your phone buzz, you looked down seeing a call from your dad, you looked up to see Enji about five feet away, you got a good look of his entire side profile as he half turned expecting you to fall back into step with him, your heart fluttering at the thought that maybe he was waiting for you. Watching him stand alone, and you could help but overwrite the heart break with feeling of unmutual love. You swiped and answered the phone falling into step with Enji, “Hey dad.”

The time passed and graduation came up. You were currently rushing around grabbing peers asking the same question, “Have you seen Todoroki?”

“Yeah, I think he’s by the lockers.” A boy answered after you’d tapped his shoulder to ask.

“Thanks, I’ve been looong for him for the past hour.” You sighed and then smiled.

There in the empty space with every locker you found Enji, leaning against the lockers, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, face pointed down, just like every other day, you admired his pointed hair and sharp features. You smiled as you sighed walking up to him, to anyone else law he’d look annoyed but sadly for Enji you had picked up on his body language.

“I’ve seen you wear a lot of things Todoroki,” you stepped up and dropped your weight beside him against the wall of lockers, “and well, fear doesn’t look to good on you. So what’s up?”

You, knew what was up, graduating today, tonight was everyone’s last night in the Dorms. The last time you’d be together and spend time with Enji, before he gave his complete life to a women you’ve never met and apparently he doesn’t know her all to well. It was a bit upsetting to you, if you would’ve know you had competition maybe you would’ve tried harder. I let out a few silent laughs that soon bubbled up getting louder, this causes him to give you a confused look.

“Enji, I know you don’t like to party, so I know you won’t be at the dorm party,” you smiled down at the floor again, “So, wanna watch a movie with me instead? I don’t really feel like going to the parties either, but if you change your mind and actually go that’s cool, This’s will probably be my last night of freedom and sleep for a while so I want to take advantage of it.”

“Hm, I’ll see.” Was all he mumbled before a bell rang in the halls.

“All graduates please make your way to the school entrance, the shuttle is waiting to take you to the stadium.”

“Great,” you smiled up at him, and nodded, “Let’s get this started then.”

You sat in the front row of seats, it was strange, even after all your hard work and effort you hadn’t expected to actually make it to the top ten students. Far from where Enji sat in the top five students but it was close enough to prove you weren’t just some extra face. During the live broadcast it was always the first row and top ten students that would become well known, each one going up to give a short speech, and the camera seemed to always be on them hoping to catch anything to start drama for the new hero’s. You had all be warned and took it to heart. Many were talking about great experiences with the staff, friends and how great the school was, while others talked about what they were going to accomplish. You on the other hand weren’t going to stay in Musutafu much longer actually. You’d decided it a while after learning Enji was going to be married.

You’d already collected funds for your own agency, the perks of having a wealthy father. Your mom wanted you to work under a siblings agency, but your father said it’s his job to help each of his kids get situated and ready for life, for each of his kids he either paid for an agency to be set up, or for enough college to get a doctorates degree. You’re sisters born quirkless went into medical or business, your brothers into running there own business despite having quirks. You on the other hand, youngest, and born with a quirk, you decided you didn’t want follow anyone’s steps, you’d carve your steps and name into stone and make yourself known. Here you are walking up the small stage, cameras flashing, film recording, crowds cheering, and you saw your family in the the graduate family section.

Your father nodded his head in approval, your mother holding her phone up smiling, your siblings clapping and smiling. You felt pride, you were sixth to give a speech meaning it was almost over. So you decided to just keep it short and talk about being the youngest hero to own and agency and being this close to cracking the top ten hero’s. How you were going to make history. For years to come. “I’d like to start off by Welcoming and thanking Family and friends who took the time to come support UA High and it’s graduates.” Cheers erupted, nobody had taken time to thank anyone, “Now, to start off, I’d like to say it is always great to have dreams and goals as young hero’s and students. A quote I often hear, When you drive, it’s never aimlessly, in mind you always have a destination. It’s true, just a few hours ago I watched students brimmed with tears out of fear of not knowing what they would do. Slowly talking it out they had realized the whole time they had a plan of what they want to do, of the things they want to achieve. At one point U.A. was our goal destination, arriving, we set a new destination, weather to be number one, or to start a business. Everyone had a plan to where they were going. Many will leave today, with a new drive to follow the path to that destination, others will find a destination, and others, have reached that destination and are ready to begin working where they are.”

I looked over the crowd, as they clapped I took a breath my eyes quickly drifting to Enji and back to the camera pointed at me, now is the only time.

“This day, marks the official end of my trip.”

Murmurs and gasps filled the air as I looked down at the podium, a paper was laying in front of me, a picture of my agency. Right now, he stands at six levels, one day, he’ll be so much more.

“At the age of sixteen I received a small business loan from my father, I quickly invested it into a building paying it off completely. I worked the second half of the money in investments, doubling my original loans price. I paid off my loan and at the age of seventeen, I officially opened up my own Hero Agency, Co-Operated by my father. It operates under the name First Generation Agency. It offers support and jobs to first generation hero’s, such as myself who have recently graduated and are looking for an agency. I’ve ranked higher up in hero charts falling in at 6th just like I am now. I don’t plan on falling short any other way, and for the ones who doubt I’ll do anything better then be a secretary or side kick,” I fell the confidence build up and I smirked at the camera eyes squinting slightly, Browns angled in “Just Watch Me.”

With that the crowd went wild cheering and clapping, I could hear a few sobs, and wailing. I made my way back to my seat and sat down. Four more speeches and then were done. Finally, time passed quickly and we all did the turning of tassels, not permitted to throw hates or release balloons we formed a circle, one by one, everyone was allowed to activate a part of their quirk for the camera, to show possible agencies what use they could be. With that’s, confetti went off raining down on us, the family was permitted on the field, I rushed to find my parents, I was hugged by my dad, then mom and group hug with my siblings. I sighed and smiled, a short talk and a few minutes they left saying they’ll see me tomorrow when I get home. I nodded and agreed. With another hug and applause they left, I turned around and went looking for Enji. I found him, he was alone, and walking off through the exit, I rushed to catch up with him.

“Hey Enji.” I huffed falling into step with him, “Your going to go see him right?”

I asked staring up at the sun, it was one the latest, the sun was mid sky, I don’t know why we had to die graduate stuff in the morning.

“Yes.” Was all he said as I took longer strides to keep up with the titan.

“Do you mind if I tag along?” I tilted my head to look past his chest and up at him.

“Have you ever asked before.” He didn’t really ask.

“So no you don’t mind?” I smiled up at him.

“Just keep up, I need to stop by the dorms.” He said and kept striding.

After what felt like my life being drained out and my legs being tired, I stopped and took a deep breath by the cross walk flashing red. I looked up as we waited, I looked over and rushed away, “I’ll catch up just don’t go to fast.”

I rushed into the store we were at and looked around, I found something I thought looked great paid and rushed down the sidewalk to catch up. His bright hair wasn’t hard to miss. I huffed pushing myself harder and caught up with him. I kept the stores brown bag tucked into my side and fell into step trying to catch my breath.

“Alright.” Was all I could get out as we approached the dreadful stairs, “carry me?” I asked and looked up the stairs.

“Hm,” he scoffed.

“How about on the way down?” I asked with a smile.

“We’ll see.” Which usually meant if I remembered, I honestly mostly forgot when I asked these things.

Walking up the stairs and taking familiar turns, we came to a large secluded altar, Yoshino Todoroki. I looked at the little altar, Enji looks so much like his dad, I pulled the brown bag from my side and placed it on the floor, I kneeled in front of it and reached out to grab a vase that was filled with dead flowers. I liked our the dead bouquet and opened the bag I had. I had two bouquets of white roses and a twelve red star Lily’s. I placed six lilies in each bouquet, I cleaned off the vase and put the flowers in, I grabbed the bottle of water I’d bought and poured half of it into the vase. I did the same to the second vase on the other side.

“There.” I said placing the dead and browned flowers into the paper with the water bottle, “I’ll leave you two alone, I’ll go put this away.” I said and stepped back turning to find a trash bin. I found myself in the center of the whole place. It was a square building, no walls, just four posts, a trash bin, a recycling bin, and a glass cabinet. I put everything where it should go and squatted in front of the glass cabinet. On the top shelf it held a gold plate with coins, the shelf under it had a wooden box, and the bottom shelf held a smaller wooden box.

I opened it and opened the box wooden box, it held different types of incense, I closed it and looked at the smaller box, I cracked it open. It held small matches, each one had a strip tied to it. I wonder if Enji wants one or two for his dad. I chose a light colored blue one, it smelt, like the sun, if it had a smell. I chose a second one, it was black, it smelt like a campfire, summer campfire, I think these two will work. I picked up a match, and tried to find my way back to Enji and his dad. After a bit of struggle I showed up in time to watch Enji wipe away a few tears. My heart hurts for him, I can’t relate to how he lost someone, I have my parents, my family, and friends. I looked down and walked up to Enji, standing by his side looked down at the alter where the incense holder sat.

“I don’t know if you want these but, I’d brought two.” I raised my hand, the two sticks crossed over, I brought my right hand up offering the match.

“Thank you.” Was all he said and took them. I stood back and let him do the rest.

I looked at the picture of the man, and smiled, I’d only ever seen Enji smile like that a number of times. But I couldn’t help the words I whispered, hoping Enji wouldn’t hear them. ‘take care of him when I’m gone,’ the whisper, wasn’t even audible to my own ears. The rest of the day passed, after we left, a slow walk back to the campus, people packing, I’d packed everything a week ago, and the only thing left in my room now , we’re the clothes I was about to change into, my sneakers, Charger and phone, blankets, Pillows, Cap and gown, Nebula projector and a Basket of snacks

I turned the ac down in my room and pulled the curtains closed, I started to set up everything, and then just laid on my bed scrolling through my phone, reading local news. I couldn’t help but think about Enji, and the tears he wiped away, my heart breaks for him, but it also wants to love him, I sighed and sat up, it’s to hot, I stood up and shimmied off the pants I was wearing, I looked at my black underwear, and the baggy muscle shirt I was wearing. I sat on the edge of my bed, bare toes touching the floor. I sighed and laid back in my bed, arms stretched up, phone sliding out of grip, I wonder if Enji is going to come for movie night. I rolled over onto my side staring at my wall, and the ten pillows blocking my view. I threw my hand back and moved to hang over my bed and found my snacks. I fumbled around and found some gummies, I sat up and popped the bag open and started to chew on some whine I scrolled through Instagram. I didn’t become a hero to be a public figure, but boy do the followers and never ending notifications make you feel important. I smiled and scrolled through my notifications, hearting random pictures of me I’d been tagged in with kids who I took pictures with on the street. I found a video of where I was being applauded by my mentor, “Well, our Frostbite is without a doubt one of the top hero’s I’ve had the privilege of working with. A true hero in the making.”

“Open the door.” I sprang to life at Enji’s voice, he came! So he didn’t leave me! He does care about my feelings! I rushed to open the door and he entered, with a duffle bag, he dropped it in front of my door after I closed it.

“Alright, what are we watching?” He asked tilting his head and kicking off his slippers sitting on my bed propped up in the mound of pillows.

“Well! I lined up a bunch of horror films because I know you like the horror type, but I also know you like romance drama things even if you won’t admit so it’s your choice.” I said and plopped down next to him, I sat up straighter popping my back.

“Surprise me.” He grumbled and brought his arms folding them under his head, “Horror it is!”

I turned on the projector and pointed it up at the ceiling and laid down propping my head on Enji’s bicep, he didn’t move, we’ve done this ever since I convinced him the first time. I shimmed into his side, and dropped my arm across his chest and wrapped my legs around his waist and situated myself against his side. I smiled and looked up finally as the movie started, I didn’t exactly enjoy horror movies but they were alright. I watched, and shared snacks mostly listening to his heart beat through his bicep. Three movie later I yawned, and cuddled into a more comfortable position. At some point the projector rolled over so we’d been watching it on the wall, Enji’s Chet’s was to my back, I was on my right side facing the wall to watch the move, his left arm over my shoulders and weighing me down from moving. I checked my phone, it was three in the morning, I put my phone down and flinched at a jump scare, Enji let out a chuckle.

I turned in his arms burying my face in his chest, I moved my arms under his to hug his chest, “Enji.”

“Hm,” he hummed not moving from my new spot pressed against his chest.

“Can I ask you something?” Another might as well thing.

“Hm,” he grunted.

“Do you know how much I love you?” I asked staring blankly at his chest.

He took a deep breath and sighed, “If I remember, you said from the first day of our first year. So three years.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled and squeezed him in a hug, I let the silence fall for a minute before I looked up at him, “Do you love me?”

He looked down, a small smile on his lips, his hand drifted down, hot skin touching the cold exposed skin of my back, I had my answer, but I know I could never have it.

“Don’t ask questions if you’re afraid of the answer.” His voice was heavy, and I felt my eyes start to burn, I buried my face into his chest, the tears were hot, I felt my face heating up, I started to shake.

In a choked out whisper, “please, tell me.”

“(Y/n),” I don’t remember the last time he called me by my name, I don’t think he actually addresses me by any name, he just walks up and starts talking, “Knowing the truth will only cause you more pain.”

“JUST TELL ME,” I screamed into his chest clenching his black muscle shirt, “If you don’t love me it’ll make it easier. So please, just tell me.”

“If tell you I don’t love makes this easier for you, then the truth will only make this harder for you.” I cried harder into his chest, I honestly expected him to say no, but maybe for once life was going right, but life was cruel, it’d give me rewards during the worst timing.

“You bastard you never told me,” I hit his chest weakly with a balled fist, only earring light heh, “I could’ve loved you with everything I had but you never said a thing.” I hit him again.

“You’d be a disaster,” he took my wrist in his hand, “Look at you, your a mess and nothing has happened.”

I sniffled, “whatever.”

The night played over in my mind, and now here I am, standing in front of him, times stopped completely, he looks amazing in his wedding Kimono. Although I can’t help but feel he would’ve looked better in a white suit, I wanted to smile, but the tears were out weighing everything else, for a minute, all I saw was Enji, everything else turned a bright white, radiating around him, he didn’t seem happy. But he should be, it’s his day, he’s getting married, I met Rei a week ago, she’s sweet, and humble. Someone who could definitely keep a level head around this man. I smiled up at him, one last time, he paused and looked at me.

“You’re here,” he sounded shocked.

“Yeah,” I looked down, “When you gave me the invite I thought I wasn’t going to make it, but then who I would I be to miss my best friends wedding?”

“An idiot that’s what you would be.” He grumbled and looked away, just like that day, I saw it in his eyes, fear.

“Don’t be afraid, think about it, every breath, every choice, and every hour has come to this. You’re one step closer to becoming the hero you want to be. So I’ll be in the front row cheering for you!” I held my right hand out and up with a thumbs up smiling, but I was hurting, really really bad.

“Idiot.” He grumbled and dropped his hand on top of my head, I didn’t fight the pout as I pushed his hand off, “I don’t brush my hair that often anymore, so don’t ruin it, I worked hard for this look.” I scolded and tried to flatten my hair out again.

“It’s good to see you again, now go, it’s going to start soon.” He gave a low laugh closing his eyes.

“Got it, I’ll see you when you get up there.” I smiled and nodded turning to leave. Once outside the room I leaned against the closed door for a minute, a shaky breath, the tears didn’t fall, so at least I’d look good. I nodded and smiled to-myself and pushed off the door heading to where I was supposed to be, the crowd, just standing on the side watching.

The ceremony was amazing, beautiful, Rei was beautiful, I met a woman named Teka, I found out she was Enji’s mother. She showed me cute chubby baby pictures after I told her we were friends since our first year at U.A. she said she hasn’t talked to him or even met Rei, but she wanted it to change, but he won’t even talk to her. She let out her life story after I talked about Yoshino, she made sure her second husband wasn’t listening before she told me no one would ever be able to replace him. I talked a while longer with her before out conversation ended with a phone call. My agency called me about someone wanting to be recruited.

“Thank you Teka for this talk, it was definitely enlightening. Maybe our paths will cross in the future, take care of yourself.” I said and bowed to her hand up, she nodded and waved her hand, “I feel they will soon.”

Just as I straightened out to leave a light fell hot on my skin, “Looks like we have a volunteer to give a speech!”

I cringed, “No, sorry I have an agency to get back to.” I tried to leave and explain.

“How can you say no! It’s wedding! We’ve been roped you’ve known the groom for years! Any advice for the bride is always welcome! Or even just well wishes!” The woman on the speaker almost cheered.

“I really have to-“ she gave me a cold look and I nodded, “Right speech, got it.” I walked to the stage she was on, weak in the knees and to the microphone squinting at her and the bright light now on me, I looked away and saw Enji siting next to Rei at their table in the head of the room. I took a deep breath and feel silent, I don’t know what to say.

“Well, I wish I had something to say but I didn’t know I’d be giving a speech so forgive me if a ramble.” I brought my hand to my neck as a few giggles were heard, “I know for a fact though, I do wish the both of you many happy and love filled years together. Wishing that your love stand strong and the life you build together stand stronger. True love lights the path, happiness fills the heart and peace can be found in the darkest hours. Advice for the bride, I don’t have much to say actually. Just be patient with him, he’s a bit hard headed and when his determination kicks in, it’s not easy to change his mind. Bear with him in the hard times, and stand by him dark times, he may not show it but he has a big heart for the ones around him. Advice for the groom, confide in your partner, you’re a team now, team work was never dealt your strong suit, work on it together. With this, once more, from the deepest parts of my heart and soul, I wish the happy couple, years of love, peace and joy.” I bowed and claps filled the room as I handed the microphone back and booked it out of there. My heart aches, but I’ll just bury myself in work till I have time to deal with it.

“Hey! Yeah I’m on my way to the agency right now, get the meeting room ready.”

Time passed, and I moved up to fourth place just under Enji, we were ranked the day before my 18th birthday which actually set a record in the Hero world. Youngest hero to make top ten and own their own successful hero agency. I smiled and nodded, they expected us to give speeches, I passed up my turn, claiming my actions were enough to show what I needed to say. Not to long after that I learned Enji had kids, his first soon looked just like him, adorable, red hair and blue eyes, definitely a Todoroki. And I guess knowing that his marriage was finalized is what pushed me to make my next big move, that and the new pay raise I was giving myself.

“So Frostbite,” I crossed my right leg over my left knee and leaned back in my chair, elbows propped on the arm rests and fingertips pressed to make a triangle, “You’ll be leaving Japan soon for the American states, is this true?”

“Well, I’d love to say it’s true, but,” I sighed and looked down, and smiled looking back up at the interview, “Well actually it is true.”

“Well, I’d like to the first to congratulate you, is it for business or for pleasure? It’s not everyday a hero just leaves where they live.” She pushed.

“Business, I own a hero agency and well, I’ve heard there has recently been a shortage of Hero agencies in the eastern coast of America. So it’s where I plan to head out to, start up an agency and help hero’s who need somewhere to start.” I shrugged not changing my pose.

“Helping others, like a model hero should.” She smiled, “Now, that’s the biggest question we’ve had coming in, so let me read some questions fans have been dying to ask since you first graduated from UA.”

“Let’s get to it.” I answered.

“Are you single?” She asked with a smile. “Getting the good ones, out first, yes I am.”

“Well I’m sure your fans are glad to hear that,” she laughed. “What do you look for in a lover?”

“I don’t know, I kinda just always hoped, I’d know who it is when the time is right.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Cute, now, just a few more and then we’ll talk about-“

I don’t remember much after that, the interview was great, I gave out my social media and gained more followers, more love, more attention. But the more I thought about it, it all just left me empty once I was alone, I couldn’t open my heart to just anything, it was hard. I sighed and looked at new hero’s lined up before me, “28 years of my life, I spent working on Agencies globally, but I can tell you all, I love this one the most.”

The hero’s in front of me sighed and smiled, they held up in line, my original staff and first hero’s to join this agency had already bid me farewell, these were the recruit we took in this year, they’re first year almost complete, it was only five but they came as a team. So far they’ve been the best team and only team I’ve ever taken in, at least in The United States.

“Now, I now I’ve only known you all for a year, but I’ve grown to love you all just as much as my first trainees, so I want to offer to all permanent jobs here, unless you’d like to find another agency. This is my last year and I’ll be leaving back to my homeland in Japan.”

“We’d love to stay and work for you Frostbite, you gave us a chance when every other agency refused to take in a team. We stuck together as a team and by your side, it’s the least we can do to ever give you thanks.” The leader of the group spoke.

“Great, then I’ll leave you in Chizome’s hands, She will be in charge while I’m gone. Take care all of you.” I gave them all a squeeze and walked out of the building for what would be the last time I looked back over my shoulder at the door and smiled, I got into the car parked in front.

“Where to?” The question went unanswered for a bit, “The Atlanta Airport, it’s time I head home.”

I sat back, my heart racing, for the first time in who knows how long, I’d be back in Musutafu, in just a long few hours, maybe I’d see the man I’d fallen for over three hundred times, once a day, for almost four years, and then more after that. But I had to let go, and my life has been an adventure, one without love but an adventure, and I wouldn’t change anything for it. The ride was short but the airplane ride was what made me dread everything that’s was coming my way. I sighed and braced myself pacing my plane, I felt queasy, and uneasy.

“Alright, I mean we weren’t even dating so I should be so awkward, the last time I saw him wasn’t to bad, he only had a kid and Rei was with him and she looked super happy, so they must be happy, I’m happy for them, so I’m happy, so what if I’ve never fallen in love with anyone else..... I tried, I went on dates but everyone just, doesn’t meet the expectations I had, I’m lost I don’t know maybe I can find someone else this time around I just have to try! That’s it! You got this! You can find someone! You don’t have to worry about it! Just fall in love, with someone.”

I huffed and sat back down, apparently my state of panic lasted well over a few hours considering I finally stopped walking around the plane just to hear we’re landing. I took a deep breath and exhaled snowflakes leaving my mouth.

“Are you alright?” I looked up, my manager, person in charge of my personal image was staring me down as he moved to sit in front of me.

“Oh, yeah, I think I’m fine. Just,” I let out another heavy sigh more flakes falling, I looked at my thighs, the skin touching where the thigh cuts had been placed for my new costume, “Antsy.”

“Well, sleep tonight when I get you home. In the morning you’ll be apart of the hero ranking, to announce your arrival in Musutafu you were honored with the right to announcing the new ranking. Hope you’re ready, I’ve ordered a new version of your costume, it’s already waiting at your house.” He smiled and I smiled at him.

“Thank you, it means a lot to not have to worry about every little detail.”

“I’ll always be here for you (y/n).” He smiled and I felt the heat in my cheeks, maybe I could fall in love with someone else.

I thought, I thought I could fall in love again, but boy was I wrong, here I am standing, reading the updated list for the number one hero, and there, is his name. I looked at the envelope and back up at the crown I was standing in front of, everything was getting hot, so I forced a thin layer of ice into my skin.

“Finally our new number one hero,” I looked back at the card, pausing for affect, I looked to the side stage, his shadow made it obvious.

“The Flame Hero Endeavor!” I called out and turned to the other side of the stage making eyes contact with the person who had been directing me.

“Now, Do our new top hero’s have anything to say?” And cue a scene, dramatic one at that. After having my microphone stolen by some McDonald’s Chicken Nugget special I zoned out looking off stage for direction until I heard an all to familiar line, “Just Watch me.”

I swallowed and with that I took the microphone and thanked the hero’s for their words of sentiment, I continued to honorable mentions and a few other things I was directed to do before handing the microphone over to another person who was I charge of the next segment. The hero’s walked off to the right, and I to the left to get all the equipment taken off. Leaving the building I was swarmed by cameras and lights, “FROSTBITE YOUVE RETURNED TO MUSUTAFU WHY??”

“WELCOME BACK CAN YOU ELABORATE ON THE HISTORY OF YOUR WORK?” I just heard my name being called over and over with different questions, one that stuck out was “Frostbite can you elaborate on your relationship with the New Number one Flame Hero Endeavor, does your return have any connection to his recent publication of his separation?”

It stuck out but I didn’t react, “If any of you have questions please submit them to my manager, find his contact information on my agency’s website.” I was reaching my car until I felt a hand and my feet were off the ground. I was at a loss of what was happening, after relaxing I was in the air my mind went into fight or flight action. I remember swing my feet back with all that I could, I hooked my leg around something, using more forced I managing to face the chest of whoever was holding me. I kept moving to take hold of the arms holding me, the red wings gave it away as the chicken special that stole my mic.

“Well you just have a thing for stealing don’t you.” I grumbled and looked down, with a quick swing of my feet I could definitely pull us down into the closed roof top.

“I just see something I like I take it, I see a chance and I don’t leave it open.” His voice was smooth.

“Well, sadly for you I don’t either.” With that’s I grabbed his shoulders breaking his grip and throwing my weight down causing us both to tumble into a roof top. We didn’t exactly fight but I was definitely taking out emotions on him. He was fast yes, but I’ve learned a lot of things in my time and travel, I found myself torso between his legs, my back on his lap and squeezing his neck between my thighs and knees. His hands were at my thighs trying to keep them from crushing him but it’s not what I planned at all. “Alright buddy, you’ve got three minutes to tell me why you think you can just pick me up and fly.”

“I just told you, I see something I like I take it.” He smirked and did a quicker finger walk form one thigh to the other touching my personal area, I quickly sat up and smacked the top of his head, he just laughed, “Well, not everyone likes that stuff.”

“Well when you see a hot rotisserie chicken do you just leave it be or snatch it up?” He laughed and I wanted to hit him, “Anyways you’re hot, and I haven’t exactly seen you around so you must be new, so how about we go on a date? I can show you the world”

“How old are you kid? 19?” I scoffed taking his wondering hands by the wrist.

“23.” He smirked. I scoffed and let go pushing him off, “You’re barking up the wrong tree kid, I’m almost twice you’re age.”

After learning who this kid is it was easy to pick up on the type of person he was, he was very fond of Endeavor. I told him about the not so private parts of our past and he started to worship me begging to know more, I pat his head, he sat cross legged in front of me, “Some other time kid, stop by my agency with lunch I’ll tell you a couple of stories, but I gotta get going. My agency can’t run itself ya know.” I ruffled his unruly hair and his wings dropped on the floor, “first generation agency right?” He asked, I looked at him and nodded, “Thats the one.”

Time has a funny way of bringing things together, especially when I found myself in the hospital, punching Enji’s chest just like so many years ago, “You bastard!” I hit him again, an audible loss of air coming from him. The tears were falling as he took hold of my wrists with one hand, I was taking short fast breaths to fill my lungs with air. His right hands barely making it to my chin, “IM SO MAD AT YOU!” I tried to break from his grip to hit him again, but he wouldn’t let go, “The last time you did this doesn’t feel like to long ago. But this time I can tell you exactly what I couldn’t then.”

I cried and broke free hitting him one more time, “I hate you, you know that,” I brought my palms up forcefully rubbing my eyes, “I hate you, and your face, and everything about you, I hate seeing your hurt or sad and I hate that you make me cry, and I hate I hate you.” I whined and kept rubbing my eyes, “I hate you because I still love you, after all this time during all this time I still love you and I hate you for it.” I pulled my hands away from my eyes finally looking at him through semi-blurred vision. He had a faint smile on his features, his right hands stretched out to touch my chin his left hand taking my right hand.

“Let me finish before you interrupt me again,” he squinted at me but I listened to him looking him in the eye, he looked tired, but held raw emotion, “This time I can tell you, I love you.”

I spaced out, just completely stopped working, before I started crying again, “You’re lying.” “No, I really do love you,” he tried siting up pulling me closer, my forehead against his chest, I would’ve clung to his shirt if he had one, but it’s just skin and hair. “I haven’t been miserable,” His hand lifted my chin, “but I’ve had more than enough time to realize, if I had the chance, you would be the person I marry, and you would be the person I give my heart and life to. You, (y/n), took my heart, I didn’t even know, and when I did know it never registered, that I loved you, I married Rei for her quirk, it was a mistake, I loved you, the fact you have an ice quirk is great, but even if you didn’t, I would still love you the same. It’s not your body, or quirk I fell in love with. It’s you, it’s how every morning you wanted to make sure I ate, every time I skipped out on lunch to train you hunted me down and gave me your lunch or brought me lunch so I wouldn’t starve even if it meant you did. It’s every night we spent in the dorms, wether it was cooking, walking around the campus, training even when you were drop dead tired but didn’t want to leave me alone, every time the dark stepped in you were there, in the dark hours you stood by me, in the brightest moments you cheered me on. I remember when you I was laid out gasping for air, and that bad guy was coming closer, you had never hurt anyone, but in that moment, you gave up all fear to to save me without having to hurt anyone. I even enjoyed those nights where you put weird masks on my face and we just watched whatever came on. I loved holding you and squeezing your tummy rolls when you’d sit on me and eat snack and talk about the weirdest things. I only learned this when I realized I was running the chance of losing you.”

I hugged his neck and pulled back guiding his face to my chest, I hugged him and hurried my face in his hair, “You’re and idiot you know that,” I shook with a sob, “But you’re my idiot now and I love you.”

All of a sudden the words I’d listened to over and over came to reality in my heart, ‘Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more’

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13, 16, 29, 34, 36, and 49-52 for Grayson please!

Thank you bby!!! Have some Security Captain lore! Under the cut because this got long!

13. How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

Grayson only has one sibling, and that’s Wren. They weren’t aware of each other for the longest time, to be honest. Gray found out about her before Wren found out before him (his father told him when they met). They don’t meet until after the Collapse, unfortunately, but he’s part of Thomas Rush’s crew that Carmina brought to help with the Highwaymen. It was awkward at first, to say the least, with a little bit of tension (mostly due to what happened with their father). They eventually do grow close and develop an understanding, and it allows them to at least get some semblance of a brother/sister relationship.

16. What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted him/her?

I think...it’s a collection of memories, which is probably him always wondering where his dad was. His mom wouldn’t tell him for the longest time, and he’d just...wonder why he didn’t have one and all of his friends did. But I think a huge one was when he was at a friend’s house and broke into the liquor cabinet by picking the lock and then hacking his first computer. Gray picked up on the fact he was good at...well, stealing and breaking rules. It’s easier for him to remember that than to focus on how his mom kind of struggled (despite his well-off grandparents helping to support them financially) being a single parent.

29. What is your OC’s level of education?

He graduated high school and made it like...one month in college before dropping out. Grayson did okay in school, even was a part of the soccer team. It’s how he got to college in the first place. It wasn’t for him though, he thought he could do better by just sticking to being a thief and street racing. There was more money and it was just his version of being a rebel after meeting his father.

34. What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession?

Grayson didn’t truly have a dream job. That was the thing, he just...wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do. Sure, part of his illegal endeavors were somewhat rebellious, but it was mostly because its what felt...right. He was good at it, and even though he could have gone into IT or computer science, he felt that it would have been a waste compared to what he was doing. After getting out of prison for theft, Quinn actually hired him as a security officer for their firm, which is how they met. Well, reunited, at least. They weren’t really close, but they went to the same private school for a period of time. With his mom and grandparents gone, there wasn’t really anything better, so he took the opportunity and became head of security. The best person to keep people from breaking in would probably be someone who was good at breaking in. But it led to him being a Security Captain with Quinn and Rush after the Collapse

36. What are your OC’s thoughts/opinions of his/her current profession?

As head of security for Quinn, he pretty much took it day by day. It wasn’t a bad job, he didn’t hate it, it was just...a job. Grayson was thankful for it, all things considered (it’s hard to find work when you’re a felon), it just wasn’t what he had envisioned for his life. After the Collapse, he’s a bit more...he feels more free, I suppose, since its like a clean slate and he gets to help Quinn and Thomas rebuild. He feels that maybe his skills are used for something more useful without being a waste and it’s on his terms. He genuinely enjoys it, and his criminal background does give him a leg up, something him and Quinn joke about when making comparisons (Quinn being military trained and him being an experienced criminal).

49. If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

I suppose it was the disappointment of meeting Stephen for the first time. Stephen had found out about Grayson after Wren left for college, and he hunted them down to meet the son he’d always wanted. Hazel tried hard to keep Grayson a secret (especially once learning who Stephen truly was), but he eventually found out about him by digging and looking for her. Their first interaction was...odd, because Grayson was happy to finally meet his father, and he held some resentment towards his mom for lying and telling him that his dad wasn’t around anymore (she said he died). But true to Stephen’s nature, he got shitty and pushy, and sort of tried to bully his ideals to make Grayson the “perfect son”, which he didn’t respond well too. It was just a mixture of that disappointment and the shattering of his idealization of his father that got him. To the point that he pushed it away, and it slipped that he even had a sister somewhere. Anything related to his father was shoved and locked away. I suppose prison wasn’t much better. He wasn’t there long, but he hated it. Grayson hated being confined and regretted that he let his mom down. She died not long after he got free, so that was time that was taken that should have been spent with her.

50. What secrets does your OC have?

Grayson never really told anyone, but he actually went to visit Stephen before he died. Him and Quinn had talked about him before, and Quinn often advised Grayson to keep away from his dad every time Gray felt that urge to reach out. When he first saw Stephen, he was getting worse, which was how he ended up in the hospital in the first place. Gray had him admitted, and while he hoped that he could have some sort of connection with his father, he didn’t really seem to remember who he was. And of course, the next time he heard about him was when he reached out to check up on him, only to learn that he had died. With Quinn’s help, he was able to bury Stephen instead of cremating him. It was only then that it actually hit him that he had a sister, and he started digging a bit to try and find Wren, but the Collapse came just as he found her. Grayson also developed feelings for Rush before he died, and he swore he’d take it to his grave. He eventually opened up about it, after the fact, but not telling Thomas is a bit of a regret for him.

51. What are some of your OC’s morals?

Grayson always has like...this sense of loyalty. It’s always there and sometimes it’s even misplaced, but it develops quickly. His loyalty to Wren (despite the tension and awkwardness) forms rather quickly. He thinks that loyalty will always lie somewhere, and so he usually figures that out for himself rather quickly. But most of the time, his morals can be a bit questionable to some, but in the end, he’ll always do what’s right by people no matter how popular that is. He doesn’t really lie because he’s not one to spare feelings. He’s definitely someone that will throw a tyrant or a bully out on their face to protect someone and defend those who can’t defend themselves.

52. What are some of your OC’s motivations?

Honestly, he just wants something to do. It’s really Thomas and Quinn’s job to be idealistic. They’re the leaders. Grayson just wants to use what he’s good at and maybe some good can come out of it. He’s not heartless (even though he can come across as detached), he just cares about being able to do his thing without negative repercussions for once. Once Carmina gets word out about the Highwaymen, however, his motivations shift to taking them down quickly, which only gets fueled more when he meets Wren and realizes he still has family left. It becomes more personal.

#oc: grayson blake #far cry new dawn #my ocs #asks

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Not Quite Human - Donatello x Reader

Part II can be found here --> (x)

The gentle glow of the television lit up your darkened apartment, you were wrapped up in a blanket on your couch hanging on every word of a news broadcast. Four mysterious vigilantes aided the police department in defeating the ominous alien spacecraft that threatened New York city not but a week ago. A smile crossed your lips as you entertained the idea that if aliens existed in this scenario, perhaps the vigilantes weren’t human either. Gossip flew regarding the identities of the heroes ranging from aliens to monsters, and many accounts claimed to have seen what were described as “swamp things”. A notion that delighted you, as matters of the occult and mythical creatures had always held your interest, even though you knew that none of it was real.

“Maybe I’ll see one of those swamp things,” You voiced to your empty apartment and chuckled.

Deep down within the sewer systems, a certain nerdy turtle sneezed while in the midst of having the meltdown of his life. The champions secured their victory over the Krang, and they finally had some down time, but Donatello couldn’t relax. The brainy terrapin paced back and forth in the living room of the Lair so furiously, one would think he was attempting to wear a hole in the floor. He was understandably restless, as his thoughts on what his older sibling had done whipped around in his head like a maelstrom. A memory so vivid in his mind, it felt as if it’d happened yesterday. The vial of ooze shattering against the walls of the lair, lost forever.

“How could he do this?!–Don’t answer that, it was a rhetorical question…I know Raph is a doer not a thinker,” the teched-up turtle vented his frustrations to Michelangelo, the person he often turned to for emotional support. Much like himself, his little brother was more sensitive and empathetic than their other two brothers.

“I dunno, dude…but hey, it’s not all that bad bein’ green,” the orange masked turtle smiled warmly, trying his best to comfort Donatello, as he always did. Despite his cheerful demeanor, he was hurting over the impulsive decision as well. Raphael meant no malice with his actions, he honestly had no idea what this meant to his younger siblings, but that fact didn’t make up for the outcome.

“Neither of them understand, but I know that you do, Mikey,” the fretful terrapin sighed heavily, meeting eyes with his brother. Both of the young turtles yearned to know what it felt like to be human, to be able to walk around topside without being viewed as freaks or, worse yet…monsters. With their only chance having been destroyed by an act of impulse, they were both understandably distraught.

“Yeah, I totally get it,” Mikey admitted, finally showing his disappointment with the situation. “But what can we do? The purple stuff that we had is gone now.”

Donatello’s expression fell into anguish at the veracity of his brother’s statement. “That’s true, and it’d be impossible for us to successfully secure more from the Shredder…Not just the two of us, anyway,” The bespectacled turtle’s eyes focused downwards as he finally settled down into a seat. “Also, we don’t know for sure if they have more of the formula created.”

Michelangelo’s face almost looked pained at this point, he didn’t want to think about the harsh reality of the situation for even a moment longer. He rose from the table, giving his brother one last half-hearted smile.“Well, it was a nice dream, but what-evs,” the now undeniably gloomy young terrapin patted his brother on the shell before getting up and trudging to his room.

Donatello pinched the bridge of his snout as he sat alone in the common room, despair consuming him. All he wanted was to experience what it was like to be human, and he would never get that chance now. The ooze was unsalvageable, what little remained was now still splattered across the lair walls. His golden eyes became misty as they beheld Raphael’s masterpiece, in all it’s glory. Suddenly, a bit of light reflected off a small portion of the stain, grabbing the brooding turtle’s attention. Was it really still liquid? Impossible.

Jumping to his feet, he approached the wall, inspecting it thoroughly. The ooze had somehow remained viable, his jaw dropped in disbelief. The once sorrowful terrapin’s hope was renewed, all he needed was even the smallest amount for analysis and he could find a way to replicate it. Now filled with excitement, he bounded into his lab to retrieve a petri dish and swab to collect the ooze specimen. He scraped his prize from the surface with great precision, careful not to contaminate it with too much concrete from wall upon which it was affixed. After successfully recovering a sample, Donatello let out a relishing chuckle as he shut himself away in his lab, fueled by enthusiasm and determination.

In the months following the start of his endeavor, he lied about the specifics of it, telling his brothers that he was working on some amazing invention that would aid them in their missions. It was obvious that he couldn’t tell Leonardo or Raphael, as they clearly didn’t understand. And after much debate, he finally came to the decision to leave Michelangelo in the dark as well, not wanting to get his hopes up; that, and he was awful at keeping secrets. The genius worked tirelessly, months rolled by, and before he knew it, a year had passed. He felt as though he wasn’t accomplishing anything, becoming increasingly frustrated with each passing day.

It was 5:00 a.m. when a sleep deprived and starving Donatello stumbled out of his lab in pursuit of sustenance. He wore his purple mask as a necklace and groaned with every step that he took towards to the kitchen. Once there, he made a bee line for the coffee pot, his savior. Raphael had just finished his early morning workout and spotted the elusive mad scientist, stalking him into the kitchen.

“Whaddaya doin’ outta yer geek den?” the question came in the form of a growl as the burly terrapin eyed his younger sibling, who simply responded by shooting a glare in his general direction.

Choosing to ignore him, Donatello simply continued setting up his coffee, clicking the appliance on to work it’s magic, and then reached into one of the cabinets, to retrieve a box of blueberry flavored Pop-Tarts.

“Whut eva…” the hot-headed turtle’s words trailed off as if he had more to say, but he stopped himself; this silence was fleeting, however. As always, he just couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie, so he started again,“Ya know…when I got a problem wit someone I tell ‘em, but I guess I’m just bawlsier than most.” the bait was set, and he waited for his younger brother to take it. The troublemaker used this tactic with frequent success, but Donatello was in no mood for his shenanigans, and the mechanical sputter of the busy coffee pot was the only thing to be heard between the two turtles.

The still sleepy terrapin proceeded to pour his coffee, and munch on his breakfast, letting Raphael stand there and simmer. When it became apparent that he the he no interest in talking, the rageful reptile’s temper went through the roof. “FINE. I thought so! Avoidin’ any sawt of conflict like usual! Enjoy yer cawffee break.” He stormed out of the room grumbling.

“Conflict…” He muttered to himself as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the word turning over and over in his head before he had a sudden realization. “That’s…that’s it!!!” He exclaimed, rushing from the kitchen with his coffee mug in one hand, and half-eaten Pop-Tart in the other. The genius sped past Raphael, rattling off scientific terms to himself like a mad man. When he reached his lab, he turned and stopped to stare down his brother before grinning wide and slamming the doors shut.

“DONNIIIIIIE!!!” Raphael roared, racing up to the large laboratory doors and thrusting his fists into them. The doors showed no signs of permitting entry from the assault, but he did leave a significant dent.

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Across the city, you ran down the darkened streets dressed in a lab coat and business casual. You were late for work, but chose the sweet relief of alertness over punctuality, as you quickly slipped into a small coffee shop to grab a cup. And today, you needed that extra boost of energy more than any other. After securing your liquid adrenaline, you happily headed to work, not needing to walk far. You approached the gigantic facility that was TCRI, and walked inside. As always, you held up your credentials to the guards at the desk, who permitted entry, and touched your badge to an electronic pad which then granted you access through secure titanium doors.

Doing your best to stifle the overwhelming stress that all but consumed you as of late, you drew in a deep breath and went about your normal routine at the laboratory. As the day wound down to a close, you prepared to carry out the mission you had been given. It was now late into the night, and all of your colleagues had long since left for the day.

You remained, working on the latest project involving nano technology as a form of biological warfare. Subtly sabotaging the efforts of the project; in good conscience, you couldn’t allow it to be successful. The very idea of implementing this abhorrent tactic made you cringe, but you did what needed to be done in order to carry out a far more important assignment, retrieving a vial of Dr. Stockman’s highly sought after genetic modification formula. Tonight, you would secure a sample to bring back to your actual employer.

The security guards weren’t even a bother, all you needed was a little bit of Nitrous Oxide to temporarily take care of them. Slipping silently into the main laboratory, you did a quick survey of your surroundings before proceeding. Having already knocked out the security cameras, and programmed them to show previously recorded footage, you were not concerned. Knowing exactly where it was kept, you located the ooze and tucked the vial into your pants pocket posthaste.

“Y/N?” Instantly recognizing that voice, you turned to see one of the head geneticists, Sampson, steadily approaching you from across the room.

“Hello, Sampson.” You greeted your colleague tactfully, showing not even an ounce of lost composure from his unanticipated presence.

“Why are you in here? This isn’t your working sector.” He inquired through narrowed eyes, all the while analyzing you skeptically.

“Doreen asked for my assistance with the centrifugation of subjects 2201XJ8 and 2243XW9.” You had glanced briefly at the recent project files earlier in the day to prepare yourself for just this type of scenario.

“That’s odd…2201XJ8 and 2243XW9 were contaminated and, thus, thrown away several hours ago…” suspicion piqued, he advanced towards you quicker than you could react. Attempts to flee came too late, and he managed to grab hold of your collar. Swiftly wriggling out of your lab coat, you gained freedom from his grasp. Thinking on your feet, you hit the conveniently placed bright red lock down button and slid underneath the door, trapping your coworker inside. Something told you that you weren’t the first person to do that.

Sampson wasted no time dialing a contact in his phone as he watched you escape, “Yes…Hello, I heard that your gang will do pretty much anything for the right price…I have a job for you.” He knew full well that he couldn’t enlist the foot ninjas for assistance, admitting his incompetence to the Shredder was a fate worse than death. Completing the transaction with his hired thugs, he smiled deviously as they confirmed their pursuit of you. The sunrise met your eyes as you fled the building, taking off down the street knowing that you weren’t out of the woods just yet.

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It had been over a year since Donatello began his quest for the ooze, and now the culmination of his hard work was finally coming to fruition. And in all irony of ironies he, partially, had Raphael to thank for it. The purple liquid bubbled within the beaker that housed it, begging to be tested, and the genius just couldn’t resist. He carried on like a kid who received the keys to a candy store.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t test it right away, what with his brothers in the lair. With all of them present, it would be impossible for him to slip out in his human form unseen. So he waited. Several days later, the police scanner picked up a report of foot clan activity, and Leonardo called his brothers together to discuss plans to investigate. Donatello smooth talked his way out of going, claiming he was close to a breakthrough in his research, which wasn’t a complete lie. He simply neglected to mention that it pertained to the purple ooze.

With his brothers out chasing the foot, the brainy terrapin had the lair to himself, at long last! Well, with the exception of Master Splinter, but sneaking past him was a non-issue. Donatello was beaming as he peered into the vessel that contained his scientific masterpiece, just one sip should be enough…He knew that the effects of his synthetic ooze would be temporary, a purposeful attribute given to it by him, it’s creator. All the purple clad turtle wanted to do was experience what is was like to be human. If, following the testing phase, he felt as though he was meant to be that way, he’d later rework the formula to be permanent. That, however, was a venture for another day, now was the time for experimentation.

Shutting his eyes tight, he drank from the vial. After waiting for a moment, he opened them, unsure of when it would take effect. Suddenly, his muscles began to ache, as a tense feeling surged throughout his body. He watched his fingers divided from three to five on each hand, just as he’d witnessed when he tested the formula previously. Gradually, his skin changed from green to a pale peach and his scales smoothed out into soft flesh. The excited lad tripped over himself while rushing into his bathroom, wanting to watch in the mirror as the transformation unfolded.

Donatello stared back at himself in awe, he had ears! The oversized tortoise shell glasses he always wore slipped down his face more than usual as his snout took the shape of a much smaller, yet still prominent, human nose. Freckles dusted across his pale cheeks and shoulders as wavy raven black hair cascaded down from his head, delicately framing his face and stopping just a few inches past his jawline. He was so distracted by his new facial features that he didn’t even notice his shell had disappeared.

Once the metamorphosis was complete, the triumphant brainiac threw his head back, and laughed like an evil genius. A slight reduction in body mass occurred during his shift in form, not enough to be discernible to the naked eye, however, it was enough to cause his pants to lose their grip on his hips. The villainous laughter was interrupted when his bottoms proceeded to slip from his slender human waist, and he grabbed his Millennium Falcon patterned boxers before those followed suit.

“Oh no…what am I supposed to do? I can’t go topside in the nude.” to remedy his immediate and unexpected need for human clothing, he turned to Michelangelo’s room. That pack-rat of a turtle collected mundane artifacts as if they were valuable treasures to be hoarded, surely he’d be able to find something usable in that mess. Donatello entered the room, piles upon piles of clothing, unusable electronics, and other clutter filled it, along with several empty boxes of pizza. He scrunched his nose at the effluvia that hung in the air, his little brother somehow managed to make his particular corner of the sewer smell even fouler.

Holding his breath, the nerdy young man randomly chose one of the many mounds of oddments and rummaged through it. After some digging, he managed to find one black muscle tee that read “Rad Dude” in a trendy red colored font, a pair of very worn black converse shoes, and a pair of denim jeans, ripped at the knees. The best article of clothing he’d found in the stash being a flannel shirt in various shades of purple. Having no time to be picky, the thief made off with what he’d found.

While returning to his laboratory to get changed, the turtle turned human was nearly knocked out by the putrid clothing that he held in his arms. This was unacceptable, there was no way he was going to wear something that smelled worse than a sewer, he needed to wash the garments before he ventured to the surface. Stepping into the seldom used laundry room, Donatello flicked on the lights and blew the dust from the old machines. As he reached for detergent, he wondered if they even still worked. Tossing the clothing and soap into the washer, he turned it on to find, much to his surprise, that it was still fully functioning.

Now needing to wait for his clothing to go through the entire washing and drying process, the impatient turtle fidgeted in frustration at the unexpected delay. Coming to terms with his predicament, he passed the time by logging the alterations that occurred during his shift in form, to ensure he had enough information to further his research on the ooze’s effects. Making quick work of his notes, he then switched the laundry to the dryer. The waiting game began anew and he swiftly found himself consumed by boredom once more. He wondered what else he could do to fully immerse himself in the human experience.

Thinking about how atrocious his clothing smelled, and worried the washing may not fully rid the garments of their stench, he decided to create a fragrance. Knowing full well that humans often wore scents to conceal smells, but also for the purpose of attracting potential partners. Donatello scoffed at the thought, the likelihood of him finding another person who shared mutual interest during the, more than likely short, duration of his experiment was slim at best.

As if he were concocting a a witches brew, the bespectacled lad swirled together various scents into one of his unused beakers. In no time at all, he had a cologne with top notes of orange blossom and vanilla, middle hints of almond, and a musky base. More than satisfied with his Eau de Don, he dabbed it on gleefully.

All the sudden, a clatter came from the living room, and the sound of his brothers voices could be heard. Donatello’s smile dropped, there was no way they’d already returned from their mission, it felt as though they’d just left. The digital clock on one of his many computers proved him wrong, it was already 4:00am! He’d gotten so carried away in preparation for his excursion topside, that he paid no attention to how quickly the hours flew by.

Thankfully, the time spent wasn’t a complete waste, he documented when he administered the ooze and was tracking the duration of it’s effectiveness. Exactly eight hours had elapsed, and he was still human. Quite an impressive lasting ability, he thought, giving himself a congratulatory pat on the back. Unfortunately, with his brothers now home, he was effectively trapped in his laboratory for the time being. He couldn’t just saunter out of his lab looking the way he did, what a spectacle that would be.

“Looks like I have another sleepless night, er…well, day at this point.” He chuckled to himself, slumping back in his computer chair. It took two more hours before the potency of the ooze came to an end. The reversion from human to mutant being, unsurprisingly, more painful than the obverse. Now returned to his old turtle self, the purple masked ninja ventured out into the common room, only to find his brothers passed out on the couch and the floor. He stifled a laugh, turning on his heel back into his laboratory. Seizing this opportunity, he wasted no time administering himself more ooze and stealing up and away to the surface.

Wintry weather was drawing to a close, and a slight warmth danced on the breeze as spring began to move in. The mutant in human’s clothing relished in the glow of the sun, something he didn’t have the privilege of doing often. Strolling down the street like Toby McGuire in Spiderman, Donatello was smiling from ear to ear. He was topside in broad daylight and not a soul took notice of him, he couldn’t believe it, it almost felt like a dream.

Not paying attention to where he was going, the happy go lucky lad found himself lost in a more secluded side of town. Sure, he could easily navigate New York at night, but the city looked so different during the daytime. Suddenly, a cry of distress shattered his concentration. It came from somewhere nearby. Instinctively, the ninja rushed in the direction from which the voice originated.

The shouts led him to an alleyway where two rough looking men circled around you, your hands poised to fight, but subtle shuddering alluded to hesitancy and fear. They were both very muscle bound, one slightly smaller than the other, with distinct purple dragon tattoos on their arms. When Donatello approached, they immediately took notice of his presence.

“What’s going on here?” He demanded a response from the ne'er-do-wells, despite knowing the answer.

“Get outta here, four eyes.” the smaller thug scoffed, “You see, this little rat has something that we want.” and the larger man chimed in, “So, it’d be in your best interest if you left us to our business.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Donatello stood his ground, “It’d be in your best interest if you left them alone.” He then assumed a fighting stance.

The brawnier of the two men eyed the brave young man and laughed incredulously. “And just what exactly are you going to do to stop us, little man?”

To which Donatello replied, “Looks can be deceiving.” aside from having a height advantage, there was no denying that the thugs had significant size over him. They were far more massive compared to his still muscular, yet lithe, build. Finally acknowledging their potential threat, the two men advanced towards their new target, leaving their prey behind.

The stranger turned hero locked eyes with you, “Run, you have to get out of here, it’s not safe!” an exclamation that was cut short by the smaller thug, who came rushing at him, brandishing a knife. With keen reflexes, Donatello deflected the attack, kicking upwards at just the right moment to send the knife whipping over his assailant’s shoulder. Once you’d seen that maneuver, there was no way you were about to leave. You were far too intrigued by this ridiculously tall young man with undeniably amazing fighting skills, you yearned to learn more.

“Alright, mister fancy feet, it’s time to dance.” the larger man jested as he cracked is fists, fitting brass knuckles onto them. Donatello scanned the area and grabbed a nearby pipe from the dumpster, twirling it through the air, just as he would his bow staff. If there’s one thing his father taught him, it was that anything can be used as a weapon if wielded properly.

“Haha, look at this, I guess dance class is over, and now it’s time for baton practi–” using the metal pipe, Donatello knocked the wind out of the hulking hoodlum before he could even finish his taunt, sending him flying backwards into a pile of garbage.

“I suppose I can strike ‘taking out the trash’ from my list of chores.” Donatello snorted at his own one-liner and his gaze happened upon you, as you watched with wonder. A smile played across your lips, and you laughed at his witticism, waving to him. The suddenly flustered hero awkwardly waved back.

The knife wielding thug recovered his weapon, catching Donatello off-guard as he flirted with you, slipping the knife to his throat from behind. The thug was unsuccessful in his attempt, however, when the captive drove his heel into the man’s foot, causing him to release the knife. While his assailant was distracted, he reached both arms around, heaved the man over his shoulder, and back dropped him onto the hard pavement. There was no recovering from that attack anytime soon. He then shifted his stance to face the other foe, who had since recuperated from the previous assault. The behemoth barreled towards him like a charging rhinoceros.

“Bad move, I know exactly how to deal with this.” Donatello smirked as he anchored himself with the pipe, and delivered a swift low kick to the thug’s ankles, causing him to topple to the ground. Confident that he had both enemies disabled, your victorious rescuer turned his attention to you.

“Are you alright?” the lanky lad inquired as he sprinted to your side, adrenaline still pumping from the fight. He failed to stop soon enough, resulting in him accidentally knocking you against one of the brick walls in the alleyway. The two of you were nose-to-nose, so close that you could feel each other’s breath. His towering form would have been intimidating, if not for the goofy smile on his face.

“Aaah, oh my god, I am so sorry!” He promptly leapt back, “You didn’t need that on top of what you’ve already been through today. I am really, really sorry, I’m such a klutz.” He apologized profusely, running his fingers through his purple tinged black hair, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Jeeze, that was like something straight out of a cheesy rom-com.” You jested, in an attempt to ease his nerves.

Not the reaction that he was expecting, the nervous hero let out a sigh of relief. “Y-yeah, I suppose that it was, wasn’t it?” He stuttered, still a bit anxious, but less so thanks to your funny observation.

“And you’re certainly no klutz, I saw the way you fought off those goons, you’re incredible! How’d you learn to fight like that?” You asked him, eyes filled with amazement and genuine curiosity.

“Well, my father taught me, along with my brothers…” Donatello replied flatly, in an attempt not to appear worked up by your compliment, for fear that he’d make a fool of himself further. Butterflies were forming in his chest, he’d never spoken to another person so close to his age, aside from April and Casey.

Unfortunately for him, you were eager to learn more about your happenstance hero, and before he knew it, he was being quizzed rapid-fire. “Oh, you have brothers? How many?” and with barely a breath in between, you rattled off more questions. “What are their names? What’s yours?”

“Uuuh…three…Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo…And I’m--my names Donatello.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Donatello. My name is Y/N! What interesting names…are your parents big fans of Italian Renaissance artists?” You looked to him, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Okay, stop. STOP. I don’t recall agreeing to a game of 21 questions!” He put an end to your onslaught of inquiries.

Enthusiasm quashed, you backed off, smiling at him sheepishly. Though it wasn’t long before you bounced back, and with one hand on your hip and the other pointing at Donatello, you offered a proposal. “Alright, then…Would you like to play 21 questions?” Your eyes flickering with anticipation, the same kind of unrelenting determination he frequently saw in his brother, Mikey.

From experience with this personality type, Donatello knew it would be easier to simply humor you rather than try to get out of it. He was absolutely baffled by you, your intentions were unclear, and he was not certain that you were someone he could trust. Regardless, he reluctantly agreed to engage in your game.

“I’m so sorry for that…sometimes I get a bit carried away. I enjoy meeting new people and learning about what factors lead to making that person into who they are.” You grinned, playfully kicking up your feet as you strolled down the street together. It was obvious that Donatello was trying to keep his distance, as the space between the two of you was fairly significant, to the point where it appeared as if you were walking separately. “You don’t trust me, do you?” He cursed at how perceptive you were.

“Well, to be honest, no…not really. We’ve only just met.” He stated simply, his eyes scanning you up and down with suspicion. There was a long silence before you broke it with another question.

“How tall are you?” He was amused by the obvious question and quickly answered, “6'6”“

“You must garner a lot of attention walking down the street.” a comment that threw him into a fit of laughter as he thought about what he actually looked like. If only you knew how little he drew attention this way compared to if he strutted down the street in his real form.

“What? HA! Me? No way. Now if I were–” Donatello clammed up, he nearly outed himself to human that he’d just met. As if you’d ever believe him, but still…there was just something about you, you were easy to talk to. He laughed again at the thought before continuing, “Uuuh, so, you said that you have a dog, right?” He attempted to redirect your attention by also engaging in the game with his own inquiry.

“What was that? You just trailed off mid-sentence.” an attempt to no avail, you demanded a reason for his inexplicable change of subject. “And…I don’t remember telling you that I have a dog.” in that moment, roles reversed, and you were the one suspicious of him.

Another misstep, this was very out of character for Donatello; and for the first time in a while, he felt vulnerable. After some quick reflection, he realized that he’d picked up on the dog’s scent during your accidental close encounter in the alley earlier. Though his nose appeared human, his senses themselves, remained as sharp as they’d always been.

“Are you a stalker?” You questioned him bluntly.

“What? No, I’m not stalking you, I promise.”

The sincerity of his answer confirmed your speculation to be false.“Alright…but I’m watching you!” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Who’s the stalker now?” the charming young man shot you a cheesy grin upon delivering his terrible joke. You stuck your tongue out at him, and he chuckled. A sudden breeze whipped up, startling the two of you. Even though the winter weather had mostly gone, a slight chill remained in the air. You shivered reflexively, realizing that you had sacrificed your coat amidst the chaos of escaping from Dr. Stockman’s laboratory.

Donatello immediately noticed your discomfort and removed his flannel over-shirt, giving it to you with a warm smile. His cold blooded innards were not happy with his choice to shed clothing, and he was unable to disguise his own trembling reaction to the cold as he handed you his shirt. Without saying a word, you reached out a shaky hand and took it. While you were putting it on, a blush crossed you face for just a moment, as his scent wafted up from the clothing.

“Thanks.” the pleasantry was all that you could muster for words as you fought hard to stave off your rosiness.

“Purple looks good on you.” that sweet compliment pushed you over the edge, and your face flushed completely red as you turned away from him.

“Y/N…Are you alri–” His sentence was brought to a halt as an all too familiar feeling hit him abruptly, indicating that the ooze’s potency was waning. Aware that his time as a human was now limited, he took a queue from his older brother, Raphael, and acted on instinct. The distressed young man proceeded to back away slowly before breaking out into a full sprint. With your back turned, you were none the wiser. Feeling suddenly alone, you finally turned to find that your escort had vanished, leaving only his flannel shirt to remember him by.

…to be continued.

#this is it...#i really hope that you guys like it #fan fiction #bayverse tmnt #headcanons #donatello x reader #my writing #god i'm so nervous #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #don's quill pen

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zodiacal-dust-and-curls · 5 years

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It’s Late (Ch 1)

A/N: This is a work of fiction! It takes place in an altered universe where certain member's partners don’t exist. Should line up with the Sheer Heart Attack tour. No one requested this. @rogers-wristbands was kind enough to proof read for me (thank you, love). I’ve been told that I’m no longer allowed to come for anyone’s whole life just because I’m sad (bc I definitely did. I came for my own favorite.) Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst (like you wouldn’t believe), Cheating (very bad. I do not condone this), Pregnancy (Unplanned), Mention of Abortion, Swearing

Word Count: 1.6k

The boys had been on tour for about a month now. It felt much longer than that thanks to waking up to a routinely empty bed. You’d had phone calls nightly, but a disembodied voice did nothing to soothe the ache that was beginning to burn through your soul.

Brian usually called you at the same time every night. Just before you went to bed, which was before the show started but after soundcheck. Tonight, the call was running late. John had managed to sneak a call in to check on his favorite un-biological sibling. Yes, he really insisted on using that term, just to get under your skin and drive you a little crazy. After years of pretending to hate it, you’d grown quite fond of it and missed hearing it while he was away.

“What do you mean he hasn’t called?” You’d swear you could see his eyebrows furrowing through the line, his mouth managing to flatten and pout at the same time. “He left 30 minutes ago to go back to his room and change before the show. He’s had plenty of time.”

“I guess I’ll just have to be the one to call tonight.” You said a little wistfully, Something wasn’t sitting right with you. “Can I have the number for your hotel?”

“Sure. Ask for room 615.”

“Dr. M’s room. How can I help you?” It came through the line too giggly, too feminine, and absolutely wrong.

“If you could put Mr. May on, I’d appreciate it.” You managed to hide the venom in your voice surprisingly well, but you were sure your facial expression told a very different story. Thank the powers that be for telephones not having a video option.

“Briiii ~ phone for you.” The mystery woman called out.

“Who is it Junie?” You heard call back.

“They didn’t say, but they did ask for you by name.” She must have forgotten to cover the receiver because the amount of giggling you heard next was enough to make you forget all the coolness you had purposefully injected into your tone.

“Hello?” This voice you knew. You’d heard it every night for the last 12 months either in person or over the phone.

“Hello, Bri.” The malice in your voice was clear. You could hear the blood draining from his face over the line. “Lose my number and don’t bother coming to see me when you get back. Tell Junie I said hello.” The last thing he heard was a click then a dial tone.

The show that night was a disaster. John had told you as much the next morning when he called to chew you out for messing with the guitarist’s head. The conversation quickly turned around when you told him what had happened.

You still got nightly phone calls, but now it was your oldest friend and confidant instead of the man you thought you loved.

About 2 weeks after the switch, you noticed you were feeling sick all the time. You’d mentioned it to John and promised to see a doctor if it stayed that way for more than a week.

“Johnnie,” you breathed out in a sigh of relief when the phone rang that night. True to your word, you’d gone to the doctor after feeling like crap for a week. “I’m so happy to hear your voice right now.” It was starting to come out in sobs, all your forced composure slipping from your grip.

“Hey, hey, Y/N. Breathe.” He whispered to you and hoped that his words would provide the comfort that his arms could not. “What happened? What did the doctor say?”

“John . . . I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed was not what you were hoping for, but you knew it was a distinct possibility. John quietly followed it with death threats to the only person he knew could be the father and promises to support you with any decision you made.

The band would be home in 2 weeks for a short break. Brian seemed to have lost your number and you had no intention of looking up one for him to tell him this news. You told John that you still had time to make your decisions and wanted to see him in person before making anything real.

The day had finally come. You were estimated to be about 8 weeks pregnant. John had promised to come see you before running off to Veronica’s. As a man of his word, he knocked on your door early that afternoon and scooped you into a hug. You weren’t ready for that hug to send you spiraling into a mass of tears, but it did. Having John back meant decisions had to be made, people had to be told, things had to be done.

The one thing you knew for sure was that ‘having some sort of an accident’ was completely out of the question. The little bean growing inside you was partly you. They had been your most constant companion through all the heartbreak and anger you’d endured. Your little bean was going to live, you just weren’t sure you were the best option for a parent.

John once again kept his promises and supported your decision. He hadn’t told a single soul of your situation, but now it wouldn’t be a secret for much longer. The break was only for a week to regroup with loved ones before continuing the tour. If you were going to keep bean, there was someone you’d have to tell and a signature you’d have to collect.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” You had heard those words too often in the last few weeks. First from John, then your parents, and now from Brian.

“And what would you propose as an alternative, Mr. May?” You had said his name with such contempt that it would be difficult for a passerby to believe you’d been in a loving relationship at any point in time.

Brian just looked at you sadly. He’d never gotten the chance to apologize and it looked like he wasn’t going to. You had come over, accompanied by John, to inform him of your new situation and get him to sign away his parental rights. If you were going to have your little bean, Brian would have no say in the matter.

“It’s just that this is my child too, Y/N,” he had always wanted to be a dad one day. It broke his heart that his eldest child wouldn’t get to know him.

“Are you joking?” Something about your quickly shifting hormones pushed you to anger quite often. At this moment you could feel it pulsing through your veins and pooling in your stomach, as if to make a protective cover for your little bean that was growing there. “You wouldn’t even know if I didn’t need you to sign this. As far as I’m concerned, you lost all privileges to have a say in how I conduct my life the moment that woman entered your room.”

Brian wanted to bite back at you. He wanted to be angry, but the only person he could find at fault was himself. He slowly signed the document and passed it to you.

John had been characteristically quiet throughout the whole exchange. He just watched for the moment things went to far and he would need to intervene, but it never came.

“Good bye, Mr. May, and good luck with your future endeavors.” You removed some of the anger from your voice as you said your good-bye, opting for a cool if almost business like tone. You could feel John watching you, waiting for the next outburst.

“Good bye, Y/N. John.” Brian let you leave without trying to convince you of anything further.

You were lucky to make it through the majority of your pregnancy with minimal complications. Morning sickness was a bitch, but it ended early in your second trimester. John delivered a bit of good news the same day your morning sickness ended.

Veronica was pregnant, too. You had someone to formally bond with while you made it through your journey. Also, your little bean would have a lifelong friend, just like you did.

With the band wrapping up a tour and planning to record every day, you and Veronica grew very close. So much so that John started to feel like he was being replaced by his own wife. You reassured him of his importance in your life by asking the two of them to be godparents. They gladly accepted.

Days came and went as time passed you by. You’d been so busy preparing for the little one to finally make their appearance, that you were almost shocked when your water broke. Luckily, a phone call to the Deacon residence (and to your parents) gathered all the necessary people to meet you at the hospital.

Several hours later, you were greeted by two smiling faces holding a small white bundle. Labor for you had been intense and after the initial skin contact, you more or less passed out.

“Good morning, mumma.” You heard Ronnie’s sweet voice greet you as you turned your head to look at her.

“Good morning.” You smiled gently, still extremely tired from delivery, but absolutely delighted that John and Veronica had waited to see you.

“I hope you don’t mind, darling, but we couldn’t stop ourselves from seeing our godchild.” John spoke this time. He only called you darling when he really wanted something from you, or when he was feeling extremely vulnerable.

“Of course not.” You smiled at the pair of them, feeling something loosen in your chest. In just a few short weeks, you’d be back for their little nugget’s delivery. “However, I do think that it’s breakfast time for the two of us.”

“Quite right, Y/N.” Veronica passed you the bundle she’d been holding.

Looking at your little girl made you so incredibly happy. Thank heavens you had decided to keep her, your little bean. She made everything worth it.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this and I’m sorry. Leave me some feedback! I’d love to come for someone else’s fave.

Ch 2 - Ch 3

#queen #queen fic #brian may x reader #brian may angst #john deacon #veronica tetzlaff #tw: pregnancy #tw: abortion #pregancy #abortion mention #tw: children #children #t writes #nsfr #queen imagine #queen angst #it's late

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thyandrawrites · 6 years

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Thoughts on DabiRoki after this chapter?

for the dabi todoroki thing, i know most people already made assumption that dabi would be the eldest, but in today’s chapter the third sibling looked really tiny compared to natsuo, so that makes me wonder if he’s really as old as dabi looks, or maybe dabi is a teenager after all. i’m just confused lol

Tbh I’d sworn to myself that I’d never speculate about anything in this fandom, not especially about the Dabi is a Todoroki theory, because that kind of thing ruined my enjoyment of other mangas before, but… I have to say that I have a lot of jumbled and conflicting thoughts about this right now. I might as well use this ask as a chance to ramble a bit about and make sense of them, but please don’t ask me to expand on them further!

the tl:dr; version of this would be that I have no fucking idea where I stand on this theory anymore beside knowing that I support it :’D More under the cut!

First, let me list “the evidence”, for reference:

which I shall call “picture a”, and that shows this slight difference in the anime, as we all are aware

(I’m calling this one picture b)

and then picture c, our latest glimpse at the todo family:

sooo, here are a couple of random, disjointed ideas:

1. there is only 1 (one) todoroki brother whose face has remained consistently hidden, and that’s the shortest boy. Given how deliberate that is (I mean, in pic c he’s facing forward but his face is still obscured by those floppy bangs, come ON!) we all collectively decided that the Floppyboy is indeed the missing todo brother aka Dabi. Although, there are a couple of things that don’t add up imho, which I shall list now:

2. might be just a stylistic choice due to shading, but the taller todo kid appears to have red spots in his hair (over his ears) like Fuyumi. Now, given how older!Natsuo in recent chapters was portrayed with pure-white hair, I’m starting to believe that Floppyboy here might indeed be Natsuo. Dabi then would be the spikey-haired kid. That could help make sense of the second thing that doesn’t add up:

3. In pic a and c, Floppyboy has white hair, and in the todo family, white hair equals having inherited Rei’s ice quirk. The todoroki!dabi theory is a bit old, so back then people justified the fact that the anime changed Floppyboy’s hair from white to red as a possible hint at the fact that it was indeed Dabi, the only Todo kid who inherited Endeavor’s fire quirk fully. What throws me off, though, is the consideration that, if it were true that Horikoshi had instructed the anime staff to fix his mistake from the tankobon, so to say, then he should’ve also drawn him with red hair in this chapter, too. Since that’s not the case, I’m considering the possibility that the real mistake is in the anime adaptation (pic b).

4. Continuing on this wavelength, if Floppyboy is Natsuo and the taller boy is the missing Todo kid, then it could align both from the perspective of their quirks (now sort-of matching the hair colours) and the ages, if, once again, the theory is true in that Dabi is the eldest brother.

Now, as I introduced, my thoughts are a bit conflicting.

5. If Floppyboy is Natsuo, I don’t get why horikoshi is even trying to hide his face. I mean, unless he’s purposefully trying to throw us off :’D (I hate to say it, but judging by the recent Aoyama chapter, that might be the case, omg)

6. ignoring points 2 to 4, Floppyboy might still be Dabi even if his appearance makes him look the youngest in pic c. I mean, Natsuo, despite being only 19 to Fuyumi’s 22, is almost twice her small frame:

my point is, Natsuo might just be exceptionally big for his age. He might have inherited Endeavor’s build, since, you know, Endeavor is massive. I could fit my entire person in one of his sleeves, no kidding. Fuyumi, Dabi and Shouto might have just inherited Rei’s smaller build.

also, based on picture a alone, I would’ve said that Floppyboy and Fuyumi weren’t that far apart in ages. They could also have been twins.

7. Actually, it would make some sort of twisted, fucked sense if young!Dabi, on top of being a “failure” for his quirk, was also not as “resistent” and tough as Endeavor would’ve hoped. In pic C, the kid looks frail and kinda meek. He reminds me a lot of Rei tbh.

(Which also brings me to point 8)

8. as my friend @linkspooky pointed out to me this afternoon, the biggest giveaway that Dabi might indeed be a Todoroki is none of the above, but this panel here:

that might hint at how Dabi got his ugly scars.

Now, another thing I feel like I should add is something that I probably should’ve mentioned at the beginning of this mess of a reply :’D Which is the possibility that Dabi is not Shouto’s brother, per se, but his half-brother.

as tumblr user @ undergroundsky pointed out in this follow-up of the Dabi-is-a-todoroki theory:

If we assume that each person in Shouto’s household has their shoes sitting by the entrance, then that means all five people are present: Shouto himself, his father (the hastily kicked off dress shoes), his sister (the heels), and two brothers that match the two remaining on the right.

This, too, makes a lot of sense so please give op credit for it!

#ali replies #bnha #bnha manga #bnha spoilers #bnha 188 #bnha meta #meta:dabi #todoroki!dabi #dabi is a todoroki #todoroki natsuo #todoroki fuyumi #endeavor #my post #this reply is a mess from start to finish #I'm sorry #I hope it makes sense at the very least #Anonymous

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BAU Prep School AU: Class of 18

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Welcome to the Frederick Buchanan Institute located in scenic Quantico, Virginia, a senior high academy that shapes the best and brightest minds. Its motto is “Behavior, Analysis, Unity,” the mascot the Submariners, colloquially “the Unsubs”. The small school supports the most accomplished faculty from across the country. 2016-2017 school year Class of 18

Private Lives

December 15, 2017 8:19pm

The young couple walked down the promenade holding hands, he was oversized and his hand a massive casing for her birdlike one. She had a simple bag crossed against her torso and a collection of shopping totes in her opposite hand. The nearly-man was humming “Silver Bells” and their hands swayed with the old melody.

“I still don’t get why you won’t go out with me, Chloe Roycewood,” Lucas Turner improvised some lyrics. The blush on her features burning against the chill in the air, she rolled her eyes. They had been talking since the Homecoming dance, but she hadn’t allowed anything more than that. If there were no labels then things could go slowly, or they could remain friends, if he ever came to his senses and moved on.

“Lucas, don’t do this again,” She sighed, letting the fog of their breaths the only indicator they were here together and not in opposite directions inside their own heads. He was a natural optimist and thought of possibilities while she was haunted by her past. “We’re having a nice night, right? Let’s just get our lists done so we can get some cocoa before curfew.”

He obliged, because she was right, like always. And any time spent with her was better than none at all. He bought his mother some of her favorite perfume and his father a handful of scratch off tickets as a joke. She had more siblings than he could get straight, but a lot of the gifts she searched for were within the same stores. He preferred not to think about his half-brother and whether he would be making an appearance for Christmas morning. The vindictive and arrogant Dr. Mason Turner was sure to ruin any family gathering.

They unloaded onto a table near a collection of food carts, separating their purchases and checking off the lists on their phones. It was nearly ten when Lucas returned with fresh gingerbread biscotti and cups of hot chocolate. Chloe was confused because she had found a simple bracelet that neither of them had bought that evening.

“Lucas, stop it, I know some clerk didn’t just leave it in my bag,” Chloe chuckled at his actor’s innocence.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Lucas shrugged awkwardly, with hands full. Chloe’s resolve crumbling at the raw tenderness in his eyes.

“Lucas! But! No! I didn’t get you anything. And we’re not-”

“Chloe,” Lucas struggled to set everything down around their bulky bags. “You don’t have to get me a gift, that’s not why I bought this for you.” He took the hard case out of her hand and gently released it from its display. He held it up as an offering, waiting for permission to clasp it around her wrist. She held back the bulky sleeves of her winter coat and sweater, somehow his massive fingers were able to fasten it. “See, perfect.” He looked down as she appraised the way the street lights reflected on the tiny gems and delicate metal settings.

“I don’t deserve this.” Chloe whispered. “I don’t deserve you, Lucas.”

He took her hands in his, despite being in public and having a very personal conversation. He led her down to the stone bench seat at their table, their knees bumping as they sat facing outward. “Chloe you have to stop with that, we’re just people. And I like you, a lot. And the way you look at me is like nothing else I have ever felt. Please, you have to feel something for me too?”

“Of course I do! You’re amazing and sweet and handsome. But—”

“But, what?” He picked up his cup to sip as he listened. She clutched her in her bare hands, cradling the warmth as she stared into the depths.

“I’m damaged goods, Lucas. There’s something broken inside me, I don’t think I can give you everything another girl could, the way a girlfriend should.”

“Chloe, I’m not Brayden. I don’t want you because of what your body could do for me. You must know that I love you for you, right?”

She gasped at his confession, this was deeper than she thought, and she had to let him go, for both of their sakes. “Lucas Turner, you stop that right now.” He was stunned and then the wave of hurt washed over his usually carefree features.

“If only it were that easy,” Lucas set his cup down. “Chloe, to me you are perfect. You are the same thoughtful, beautiful soul that I met freshman year. Yeah, it took two years and some awful things before I could build up the courage to ask you out. But trust me when I say, I love you, all of the bad included. And there is nothing I would ever expect from you other than the privilege of remaining at your side. Okay? Because I’m already yours.”

The confession lingered in the darkness of the winter night and Chloe sniffled before answering.

Dec. 18 6:58pm

There was enough experience in Dave Rossi’s past to understand a poor matchmaking endeavor when he saw it. Though his innate hospitality guarded him from admitting his assumptions and sharing a night with a beautiful woman was never one wasted, not entirely. Tara rang his doorbell before the hour struck and she was stunning, a red dress that hugged her like a sports car traversed serpentine mountain roads.

“Dr. Lewis, welcome,” they genteelly kissed cheeks.

“Dave, call me, Tara. Thanks for having me over,” She stepped into the foyer as he closed the massive ornate door. “Some place you’ve got.”

“That it is, now, rumor has it you’re a Scotch drinker?” His smooth nature brought a smile to her face.

An hour and a half later they were seated in his library, listening to old albums and chatting easily.

“I have to admit, Monica was a bit insistent.” Tara deadpanned after he confided his reason for asking her over for dinner.

“Now, I’m no expert, but I’m not exactly your type, am I?” Dave smirked.

“No, but dinner was to die for,” Tara scrunched up her nose in slight apology.

“I’m not offended, but now we can say we did as she asked and move on, as friends,” Dave held up his glass to strike Tara’s in solidarity.

“To friendship and good spirits.”

“Here, here.”

Dec. 21 5:31pm

The problem, for him, with these types of situations or meetings as they were called was that the concept of anonymity was unattainable. The support group met in the basement of an old church in a rundown part of town just off Capitol Hill. He knew the area well as it had some of the best authentic food places while he was starting out in journalism. He was sad to say some of those restaurants hadn’t survived the ’08 recession or possibly the recent immigration enforcements. But Matt Simmons had accepted he needed helped and that was always the first step, wasn’t it?

Maybe that was the final stage of grief, either way he walked into the circle of folding chairs and sat down quietly. A few people remained standing by the massive coffee maker and others shared silent half smiles of greeting. The tightness in his chest was constricted, but he continued to breathe. His phone buzzed, and it reminded him to shut it off. It was a text from his niece, Hannah.

Did you find it? Or are you dead in a ditch from a mugger?

외삼촌?

He shot off a quick reply and powered down the distracting device as the shuffling of chairs told him it was time to start. The meeting started when a calming woman in a decidedly outdated Bohemian style skirt addressed the group. She explained who she was and how she came to be working with this particular group.

“Now, we have some new faces, but I don’t want to put anyone on the spot tonight.” She smiled kindly and Matt gave an appreciative nod. “Why don’t we go over our goals from last week and see who had success?”

The majority of the attendees clutched an index card or searched for one among their purses and pockets. One other person glanced around the room before shyly looking in Matt’s direction, the look of recognition and confusion coated his fellow newcomer’s features. His grip tightened on his tricep and he kept his eyes level at the trauma counselor. Their assignments had to deal directly with their own experiences, things they hadn’t been able to do or things they had avoided since their personal trauma or ‘event’ occurred.

Matt wasn’t sure if this was the kind of group that could help him, his experiences were far too specific, and his weathered press pass wouldn’t allow him into veterans’ groups. He listened intently for the progresses and set backs of each of the victims, though he knew they weren’t considered that it was the easiest way to describe them. But that put him into that category and his mind wondered to what he was now. Who he was now, that it had happened. Now that he was here, seeking help from a timeless hippy and people who had been scammed of their life savings or had been bitten by their neighbor’s dog.

The guilt mixed with the familiar feeling of not belonging and he continued to grow uncomfortable. His neck tickled and his readjusted how his legs were crossed, one ankle on a knee instead of at the ankles. He focused inward because the people around him were overflowing with emotion and he didn’t think he could take another burden home with him tonight. Then he heard a voice, but it didn’t matter who was speaking because the words were what resonated in his tattered heart.

“--- the everyday things seem inconsequential, like does it matter if I brush my teeth when I can’t look in the mirror? What’s the point of writing a return address on an envelope if that name means nothing? It’s not that its hard to accept that I have changed, I don’t recognize the person I was to begin with, let alone the person I have become.” The other newcomer was slowly speaking to the chipped floor tiles, her voice shaky yet sure.

“Becoming, Maureen, your trauma isn’t a destination, it was a brief stop on the journey,” the leader reminded her. “Thank you for sharing.”

Matt didn’t speak that night, but the idea of losing his sense of self among his varying identities hit a nerve. Maybe he would come back. Maybe he would find another group, but for now he exhaled and let the isolation dwindle as he stepped out into the bustling streets of Christmas shoppers.

Dec. 25 10:17 am The Prentiss Estate

Emily put their Subaru into park as JJ checked her makeup in the visor’s mirror. “Jayge, you look great, don’t worry about them.” JJ gave Emily a wilted look, because she didn’t want to seem nervous, but Emily’s mother was rather intimidating. “Besides, its Christmas Brunch, pajamas aren’t out of the place, if you ask me.”

“Well, we’re too late for that now,” JJ climbed out to get Henry’s carrier out of the back seat. Emily braced herself for her family and popped the hatch. Their presents were simply yet stylishly wrapped in recycled paper with red bows accenting each bundle. Emily was pleased with their efforts, yet still apprehensive about catching flack for being late. The walkway was cleared of the dusting of snow the area had gotten overnight like an old Christmas special, which made Elizabeth’s resounding welcome at the door unexpected, adding to the surrealism.

‘Emily Prentiss, this is your life,’ she whispered under her breath. JJ gave her a impressed side-long glance and turned on the charm for her mother. Elizabeth gave single-arm hugged and immediately began fussing over the baby.

“How’s my grandson? So handsome!” She cooed as she unbuckled the groggy baby from his fasteners.

“Merry Christmas, girls,” Emily’s dad strolled in with a cockeyed Santa hat on and a mug of something more than coffee.

“Hey, Dad,” Emily leaned onto his shoulder as they gaped at the stranger that was their wife and mother, who was currently melting into Henry’s tiny fists. JJ lingered, making sure he hadn’t peed through his diaper on the way over and that he had his binkie if he woke up angry.

“Well, you know Kateryna has the spread all ready if you’re hungry,” Vince Prentiss murmured conspiratorially.

“As long as there’s Medovik, I’m there,” Emily countered.

“I think there’s three.” Her dad’s eyes disappeared in his wrinkles, she hadn’t realized how much older he seemed.

“Need a refill while I get one?” She offered to top off his mug, he waved her off as he sipped. JJ followed Emily’s path to the dining room with her eyes, the ease of her departure relieving any tension left in the room. It was going to be a real holiday.

After egg bakes and mimosas, fried potatoes and more pastries than they could name, the small family gathered around the unnecessarily massive tree in the living room, the topper forgotten as the last foot of the pine bent against the twelve-foot ceilings. Henry had a mountain of gifts that no two-month-old could ever need, let alone open themselves. JJ and Emily took turns holding the baby or opening his gifts, while Elizabeth watched anxiously that each gift fit their (JJ’s) tastes.

“Now, this was from Kateryna, she made it herself, isn’t it lovely?” Elizabeth explained an unmarked box with a delicate lace bonnet inside. “I’m not sure if you’re going to do a Christening, all things considered, but it is for special occasions like that.”

“The details are remarkable, please give her our gratitude?” JJ held the tiny hat with awe.

“Of course, she’s off the rest of the day, I think she is video-conferencing with her daughter back home.” Elizabeth explained, as if that was the preferred way her cook spent the holiday.

Before long Emily and JJ had packed up the hoard of gifts and Henry. They said their goodbyes with undefined promises of doing it again soon. Emily grabbed fresh coffees for the road as JJ settled in the driver’s seat. Once everything and everyone was ready to go, JJ reached over the counsel and held Emily’s hand, relishing in Christmas time as a family.

Dec. 27 8:56pm

Alex Blake hadn’t been to this jazz club in years. Walking in the darkness, she found her old friend in his usual booth close, but not too close to the stage. A quintet played to the group of thirtysomethings vaping in the large booth near the back. The more things changed; the more they stayed the same.

“Is that seat taken?” She asked as she greeted Jason Gideon in a warm embrace.

“Yeah, but who needs her anyway. You look good, Alex.” Jason’s voice was bright, his drink was a club soda.

“Thanks, I think.” She smirked. “How’ve you been?”

“Turns out retirement is as boring as it sounds. You?”

“Good, yeah, busy. My dad’s getting older by the day.” Alex placed her drink order with a waitress and then got down to the meat of it. “Have you talked to Dave recently?”

“He tried to take me quail hunting, but we ended up just playing chess all weekend. But that was over a month ago, why?”

She graciously paid for her one drink and letting the air thicken. “Well, he let Monica Walked talk him into a date with Dr. Lewis, for one.”

“Alex, you’ve never been the jealous type.” Jason watched her carefully. Alex choked on her Guinness before throwing a cocktail spear at him. “Something’s up with you.” He said it as he squinted at her deliberate attention on the band.

She gave up the façade as the applause died down, “No, it’s just, I’m worried because he wanted me back. But I couldn’t, you know?”

“Yeah, he mentioned it briefly. But that was months ago, why the concern now?” Jason chewed on a toothpick as she shrugged. “Alex?”

“Fine! I was thinking of starting something, but I want to make sure he is okay first. So, is he?”

“Alex, if any one of us is ever something as manageable as “okay”, it’s Dave.” Jason gave her his knowing grin. “It’s not your place to worry about him anymore, just don’t rub his face in it?”

“Of course, enough tough guy routine, though okay?”

“Deal.” Jason ordered another soda and Alex settled into comfortable silence as a new group took the stage. He seemed to have adjusted, despite everything that happened. She was grateful he was his old self tonight, she didn’t want to worry about both of them, but she knew would if it came down to it. Alex and her boys, still a trio, however lopsided it seemed now.

Dec. 29 11:58pm

Even with her mountains of homework, helping her brother to school and doctor’s appointments and general teenage things; Lena’s parents insisted that she get a part time job to help prepare her, for the “real world”. There she stood in her unflattering tuxedo shirt and jacket at the ticket booth of the movie cineplex, only three more hours of work left on her shift. At her last school, it wasn’t unheard of for students to work, some of them nearly full time. But when the school was full of Pedigree and Old Money like F.B.I. was, it was a symbol of lower social status, despite her parents’ deep pockets and positions in the government. She knew she shouldn’t feel entitled, but she did feel shame.

So, when May Howard showed up for the third time that week to see The Last Jedi, Lena cringed internally. “One for the twelve o’clock, please.”

“May, you don’t have to be so polite, my boss is in the back and there is no one in the lobby.” She tried to stay positive, but she was thrilled with the quizzical stare she had earned.

“How’s break been?” May put her card back in her wallet and folded into her back pocket.

“Lame, working, a lot. You?”

“Lame, but not doing much else. Working on some modes for a video game, but I doubt you know what I’m talking about so I’m going to stop talking geek now.”

“May, you’ve seen Star Wars three times this week, it isn’t a shocker that you’re a nerd.”

“It may not be surprising, but it is still slightly embarrassing.”

“It shouldn’t be.”

“Really?” May’s palms were uncomfortably sweaty, her neck felt strange.

“It’s 2017, geeks are hot right now.” Lena’s braids bobbed as she talked, she realized what she said and just sort of swallowed her next thought. “But, uh, you should probably get to your theatre, since it already started.”

“Right, well, its like twenty minutes of previews,” May shoved her hands in her pockets of her letter jacket. “Hey, let me know if you have any days free before school starts back again?”

“Uh, sure,” Lena glanced down at another guest’s ticket before pointing towards his showing. “Enjoy your show, sir!”

“If you want to hang out, I mean?” May continued, looking at the toes of her shoes.

“Next Wednesday I’m off, I’ll text you?”

“Wait, you will?”

“Yeah, don’t miss the opening scene, Howard!” Lena exclaimed in a stage whisper, May spun on the spot, tongue in cheek and heart bursting from her chest.

Next Chapter: Forward

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