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My Pretty Girl, My Hero. 

Summary: The prince of the underworld comes across a new soul who’s sacrifice in the mortal realm left her with the ability to grant boons of ghostly assistance.

A/N: Hi! Unbetad. New fan of the Hades game here. Thanks for bearing with me and my sparse writing lol. Part one is mostly story building and getting to know the reader!

Part 1 ||

Elysium will always be beautiful. No matter how much time passes or how many heroes come to rest here, there will always be peace and serenity. Although death is the only way of entry, there is no greater honor than to die a hero and earn your place here...is what everyone is told. Sometimes you become a minor god! Others you quietly slip away to live the rest of your life out as a humble soul who has earned their rest.

Ruins overgrown with nature and beautiful fountains provide such beautiful scenery. Butterflies flutter about and calm breezes bring a false sense of familiarity to the mortal world. It brings no real comfort to the prince of the underworld. Not when the taste of the real surface drives his whole being into escaping the clutches of his father. Does the change of scenery excite those around him or give him a moment to rest? Sure. But he knows that there’s more. Sure it was good enough for the souls locked into this plane of the underworld, but not him.

With battered breath and bleeding gums, Zagreus trudges through the different levels flowing through Elysium. He hadn’t reached the stadium yet. “A punch to the face sure takes it out of you doesn’t it?” He found comfort in his dialog as the young god finished off his previous battle. Red and green eyes scanned the grass and dirt for the familiar shine of a boon. What would the prince get this time? Athena? Ares? He hopped Ares seeing Aphrodite gifted him his first boon in the run. They sure knew how to pack a punch together.

“Oh? Looks like we have a new contender.”

Instead of the glaring boon of the god of war or the alluring pink of the god of love, Zagreus spots a female sitting amongst some rubble. A long and chipped sword rested perfectly between her hands as a shield resides on her forearm. Her hands were wrapped in bandages though there were no wounds to treat. A bronze band rests on her forehead with the symbol of two bandaged hands clasping in prayer, almost as though they were praying for help. It seems like she hasn’t noticed the prince yet, the later needing to clear his throat to catch her attention. “Young hero. I mean not to be rude, but your presence here is new. I am Prince Zagreus and I would like to offer my hand out to you in greeting.” Zagreus’ voice didn’t startle the other, her attention now on the male god. It was the fact that he had introduced himself to be the supposed son of Hades, the notorious prince who attempted escape after escape to reach the surface. Ever since y/n had arrived, whispers and retellings of the prince’s previous attempts were shared around. This would be the first time she’s seen him in person.

“My prince, it is but an honor to be in your presence. Please, do not mind me. I am but put here to rest and keep peace. I am at your service if need be.” Politely declining his hand, y/n merely leans down to her knee with a small bow to her head. She knew his words to be true, his signature eyes and wild black hair were enough proof to her.

“Please, no need to be so formal. I promise I’m nothing like my father.” Although Zagreus knew of formalities, he always found them awkward or unnecessary when it was directed to him. He however was more than happy to display them himself. “As for service, I don’t believe there is much you can do..though I do appreciate it. However, I would like to offer you something instead.” Ruffling through his supplies, he pulls out a beautifully decorated golden bottle of Nectar. “I’ve come across heroes like you, and I know that your presence here means you are more than worthy of your title. Please, take this as a welcoming gift.” y/n stood up, sword still in hand as if it were glued there with widened ayes full of curiosity and doubt. “Your highness, although your generosity is appreciated I’m not sure I can offer you much in return-”

“Nonsense. Here. Take it.” His pinkish grey skinned hands gently pressed the bottle of deliciousness into her only open one. Even if this gift was somewhat intended to see what abilities and intentions this new hero had, he was not any way lessened by gifting such a prize. He could work on his bond with Demeter next time.

Y/n on the other hand blinked repeatedly at the action, almost gawking between the prince and the gift. “I...thank you. This gift and kindness will not be forgotten.” Taking a closer look at the bottle, her thumb rubbed up against the cool touch of the glass bottle. Her (h/c) hair just slipping past her headband before she places the bottle behind her to tuck the strands away behind.

It was Zagreus’ turn to blink away. Such a small act from the hero tickled his mind. ‘How pretty’ he easily thinks. “Like I said, don’t worry about it- oh. I haven’t gotten your name yet. How rude of me. I can’t address you properly if I don’t know your name hero.” As quickly as y/n admired the gift, she turned back to properly greet the prince once more. “That is my fault, I had failed to give you my name. I am y/n.” Her voice was quite, but held a soft note that sung in his ears.

‘Y/n? Not quite familiar...if I don’t make it out of the run I might as well give her name a look up. I’m sure it’ll be written out somewhere is that mess of a library.’

“Perfect. Thank you y/n for your time. May you enjoy your gift. I’m sure you’re aware of my current goal. My next stop is the stadium.” Even if time was infinite for him, Zagreus wanted to waste none of it. Not when he felt a small sense of dread that if he didn’t finish this quick enough he’d lessen his chance of success.

“But of course. I wish you luck.” Why did hearing those words from her invigorate him just the tiniest bit? Maybe it was because he knew the hero was free and not compelled to say such things? Who knows. It was still nice to hear.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll see you again if I fall short on my journey.”

“If you do my prince, I will be here waiting with a gift I hope you will find worthy of your time.”

With a quick goodbye, the prince parted ways with the hero and mentally prepared to face his next challenge. Theseus and Asterius.

As quickly as Zagreus had said goodbye, he struggled and eventually succumbed to death at the hands of the unpleasant hero and Minotaur. If anything, he felt more guilt killing Asterius than what he thought was the overly zealous Theseus. “Damn, long range really sneaks up and chips at your health. I’ll have to ask Achilles what he thinks about the fight.” Shaking his head like a dog would after a bath, blood red water from the River Styx flew from his mane before he pattered through the halls of his home. He greeted its staff, ignored his father, then finally discussed his last attempt with his mentor.

“Y/n? I believe she’s after my time I’m afraid. Though her symbol seems familiar. I’m sure you could look her up seeing your father knows of every soul under his domain.” The blond and old humbled hero could only scratch his chin in thought, eventually bowing when it was time to end their training session. “Please be mindful, your fathers patience grows thinner with every attempt at escape.” Is all Zagreus hears before the door to his bedroom is shut.

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Y/n L/n. Eldest daughter of her noble family. She took the place of where an eldest son should go. She trained in combat while studying like a woman of her status should. She was beat and ridiculed for how she tried to maintain her position as heir to the head of her home and people. When time came, she was a fair and just leader. She developed a council to create fair judgement and leadership among the people. She developed strategies to protect her vulnerable people from the sea, creating underground tunnels to provide quick escape to the mountains if need be. She gave up her title to live closer to her people, to personally train their soldiers and practice her faith away from scrutinizing eyes. Y/n lead rebellions that reclaimed stolen land and farming. She nurtured the flame of passion in peoples hearts to take back their honor and history.

Judgement came for her and her people. Her family is murdered with her home taken over by foreign military. They kill and eradicate history and the new government that started to grow. Quietly y/n and her people would leave marks and fight in the night. Motivate each other to not lose faith for the gods always have a plan. Quietly did she help her priestess and her people’s children escape with the elders to preserve their history. Loudly at sunrise did she challenge the oppressors screaming “I am your nightmare! I am the living blood you thought you sliced away in the night like cowards! Face me! Face my people and die a worthy death for you no longer have the right to be given peace.”

Seven days and seven nights did her and her people fight. They knew they would never be able to return home. So slowly did they burn their farms down, slowly did they destroy their home and slaughter their animals. Slowly did they isolate the enemy until they were as weak and famished as their hungriest and sickest soldier. Y/n and her people prayed to the gods for forgiveness and guidance on their last night. They knew death was coming, the prayer was for hope that they could bring the enemy down with them.

With careful plans and feigning defeat, she let the enemy believe that her people’s end was near. She exposed the tunnels as a way of her people planning to escape yet again. This time however, they would be the death of her, her loyal soldiers and the rest of the barbarians who took her life away.

They chased her soldiers through the tunnels, getting lost at all the turns. She isolates their leader and kills him in the darkness. Their death shall have no glory and no revenge. Y/n lays the body down and offers a prayer for them to rest, even if it’s in a place of torture.

Her final call, y/n and her soldiers collapse the tunnels and light them aflame. Everyone screams in agony together arm in arm. In the end, everyone is a soldier in the war of life. To be a hero and a leader is a life of sacrifice.

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Just like how the hero said she would wait, she was there. Zagreus was careful in preserving his health to face the stadium with better success and eventually hope to be presentable enough to see y/n. Her life story played through the princes mind over and over again like a child who hears their favorite tale for the first time. He discussed her sacrifices to his mentor and Achilles could not only relate but even empathize with how she could have felt.

“An honor to see you again Prince Zagreus. May your journey this time be filled with satisfaction and success.” Her melodic voice floated through his ears, his heart thumping as quickly as he turned to face the female again. “The same to you y/n. I hope your time here has treated you well.”

“Your father has monsters assigned to fight you to prevent you from reaching the surface.I protect the shades from unwanted circumstances. Please be careful and mindful of your people.”

“I’ll do my best to be better of it, thank you for your work and service even after death. Your soul should rest yet you still sacrifice yourself to this day.” Y/n advice made sense seeing how she cared for her people even during her death.

The hero stays silent, finally facing Zagreus before she steps up to stand in front of him. “Death no longer has a hold on me your highness, only fate.” Her palm lays stretched out between them with a glowing bronze boon. It’s symbol matching the one on her forehead.

With a silent thanks, he accepts the boon and feels his body shiver with new energy as it’s unlike the ones he’s accepted before. When the black haired god faces the stadium again, he fights and remembers what his mentor teaches him. He calls upon the powers the Olympian gods bestow him. He defeats Asterius again until all that left between him and the gate out is Theseus.

As if Zagreus can feel y/n‘s hands on his own with her lips touching the shell of his ear to whisper a hymn, he summons her boon and flashes of bronze spectral soldiers surround him and wait for his command. They follow his steps and fight Theseus as if they had all trained together their whole life. When the hero falls and the stadium erupts with cheer, he watches in slight horror as all the soldiers scream and burn away to nothing. He quickly follows with his own grunt of agony as his health diminishes by small amount with his skin feeling like he took a swim in the lava pits. The Hero’s Boon of Burning Sacrifice.

Leaving the arena leaves Zagreus amazed and conflicted. To bestow a god a boon so powerful yet dangerous leaves little to the thought and imagination. What other abilities does someone who was previously human hold?

Instead of searching out his usual boons and gods, he looks for Y/n’s. He learns how he can manipulate the soldiers to either grow in numbers or strengthen the few. No matter what route he took with the boon, they all ended in fiery agony before disappearing into the depths of the godly plains. Maybe he tries combinations over and over again to see if anything changes...it doesn’t. ‘Something about not death..but fate having a hold on her. How tragic.’ His thoughts wander.

Even with this new boon he eventually succumbs to death again. Instead of grunts of annoyance and a quick retreat from the river, Zagreus almost trudges his way out letting the red liquid soak through his hair longer than usual. Why did this mortal hero plague his thoughts? Sure she was pretty, but pretty isn’t enough. There’s more, and he wants to know it. He was to analyze it and rip it apart with his bare hands.

“What am I to do with you pretty girl.” Zagreus mumbles to himself as he locked himself into his room again.

Time is strange in the underworld, but it would have felt like what one would think is months before the young god sees y/n face to face again....this time for different reasons.

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Domestic? My heart 😭.

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“hey, kiri just called, apparently you’re not answering your phone.”

katsuki looks up at you from the other side of the bed as he buttons up the top of a silk pajama set you got him last year. “my phone’s on do not disturb after nine.” he simply says, not even asking why his friend called.

“some hero you are,” you jest.

“it’s my night off, i’ve done enough night patrols. it’s deku and half and half’s turn.” he scowls.

“it’s not about work,” you chuckle. “he’s asking if you want to go out for a couple of drinks. you should go.”

“but i’ve already changed into my night-in pajamas.” he gestures down to his body, scowl deepening. you purse your lips in an effort to suppress the laugh bubbling up your throat. you’d called it night-in pajamas when you gifted it to him. he’d called the term stupid then, but it stuck.

you walk closer to him, running your hands up his chest before settling loosely on the nape of his neck, playing with the blond strands on there. “then change out of them, big baby.”

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The Evolution of the Critical Role Fandom.

Critical Role is an entity that has grown over the years and cultivated a healthy environment to introduce people to Dungeons and Dragons, along with many other fun gaming/artistic platforms and just ‘nerd’ culture in general.

With the recently released “The Legends of Vox Machina” their animated series, we will see a influx fans of fan art of all kinds!

Keeping that in mind, please understand that there will be fans who only know information from the show rather than the actual podcast or streams (ie: Archibald being a childhood friend to Percy vs being the Chancellor of Whitestone) . All forms of art not limited to drawings, shit posts, memes and even fan fictions will depict some information differently than older art from fans who have been keeping a longer track record of the wonderfully talented group.

Be kind, and welcome these new Critters! I don’t see this change really being an issue since this community has been mostly positive and full of support, but this is an amazing opportunity to welcome new people into this side of world! The show and us Critters along with the cast/staff can act as a gateway and safe place for exploration and creativity! It’s so exciting to think of all the possibilities this opens up for everyone involved and invested. As we say, “Let Chaos Reign!”

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The warmth? Grief growing to acceptance? We love the slow burn and the DOMESTIC love story 😫✨❤️ so we’ll written, a whole meal.

Sunlight | Reiner Braun

✏️ Pairing: Reiner Braun x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: The smile that stretches on your lips is another one of those genuine smiles you’ve grown unaccustomed to, and as you crouch down to sit next to him, you realize you haven’t been this happy in a long time. It’s not just the here-and-now with Reiner, it’s more of a general feeling. Being home. Hanging out with your old friends. Finally letting yourself open up and move forward, as Zeke put it.

✏️ A/N: I haven’t written a word in forever, so this is me experimenting, both with a new fandom and with 2nd POV writing lol the idea for this story has been in the making for literally a year, I can’t believe I’m finally posting it.

✏️ Content Warnings: modern!AU + fluff, angst, and smut, so 18+ only. Mentions of death (reader’s mother and (briefly, in passing) Reiner’s mother + Armin’s parents) and funeral. Mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption. Vaginal fingering. Thigh riding. Protected vaginal sex. Oral sex (f/r and m/r). Hand job. Multiple orgasms (both m/r and f/r). Mentions of shower sex. Idk, suggestive stuff I guess. A whole lot of feelings. [If I missed anything, just lmk.]

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SUNLIGHT

It’s surprising, the way everything seems to lead back to this coastal town. All the choices you made before leaving everything behind, and then the way life went after venturing off in search of a new path. Of new people. Maybe even better chances than what this place has to offer aside from the salty breeze blowing in from the ocean, or the white, polished pieces of wood and shells that wash up on the shore. The smell of fish. The calls of the fishermen on their boats.

You left because home started feeling like it was closing in on you, suffocating, asphyxiating, and then you realized life in the city can also make you feel the same way. Small, and alone. Insignificant. Like you never belong. Like you’re standing on the sidelines, watching everyone else go on, do things, become different versions of themselves. 

It’s a fist in the gut, to come back with the mid-spring torrential rains, and to have this feeling bubble up from deep inside, some recondite corner of your soul you haven’t felt in forever – or maybe you have, and it was just a too-hard pill to swallow all along.

I’m home.

Which is a random, almost out-of-place feeling to have. You’re going back – not home – for your mother’s funeral, after all, that same mother you always blamed just to find out way too late in life that it was never her fault. That it was the other way around. That you put yourself on a pedestal and looked down on the only person that didn’t leave. The only person that stayed by your side.

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We love a good slow burn and beautifully detailed story.

water under the bridge (2/8)

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#9 Tobirama Senju

summary: (Y/N) Tsuru has a best friend in Izuna Uchiha; a trio of teenaged genin to teach the merits of being a shinobi to; and feelings for a man who wouldn't realize she was in love with him even if she said it to his face - a moot point, however, considering said man has engaged himself to the Uzumaki Princess.

or : In which Hashirama is a fool and Tobirama is not.

word count: 3,204

part one / part three

Izuna Uchiha had, surprisingly, been the first person you’d spoken to after showing your official clan registration papers to the gate guards stationed at the entrance to Konohagakure two years ago.

You’d bumped into him, though, in retrospect, you’d both been preoccupied enough by the crowd around you that you had been all too distracted to keep your distance from those among the people whose chakra networks were fully developed. He’d caught your forearm before the weight of your travel bag on your shoulder knocked you off balance after a run-in with a civilian and the indignant look you’d briefly shared had made both of you laugh awkwardly once you’d righted yourself.

You remembered that moment right now, as Izuna caught you around the shoulders before you quite literally hit the ground, concern blatant in his furrowed brow.

“Did you sleep last night?” he asked, ignoring his bickering genin team as they met with your group.

You had, for maybe four hours after crying yourself to an exhausted sleep in the foyer of your home until you woke up again with a dry mouth and a soreness in your neck. Not to mention the ache in your chest.

“Stress,” you answered, shaking your head. “The dinner last night was –”

“Was fine,” Izuna interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest. “You were laughing after the meeting during the dinner and you even maneuvered your way through Kanon Shimura’s minefield of a conversation with enough sarcasm to shut him up for more than five minutes.”

You gave a thin smile. “It was just a long night, ‘zuna,” you said, hoping you sounded believable. “I’m fine.”

Izuna’s gaze narrowed on your face, but you had to thank a god or two that he accepted your explanation with a nod before turning back to the six sweaty genin taking turns kicking at one of the large roots of the giant oak framing the training ground.

“Hey brats!” he shouted over their bantering, his hands finding their way to his waist as his genin snapped to attention. Your team was slower to do so, glancing between their friends and Izuna, before you nodded and they fell into line beside each other. “Asahi; Hiro; Akira,” Izuna nodded toward your team. “Since we’re meeting on your training ground, you three get to decide what we’re practicing today.”

Akira’s eyes lit up as she whirled around to her teammates, and a small smile pulled at your mouth as your team merely exchanged a quick, unanimous nod and then turned back to Izuna.

“Taijutsu, Izuna-sensei,” Akira replied, shooting a triumphant grin toward one of Izuna’s genin, Botan. The boy scowled and kicked at the dirt as his teammates shifted on their feet.

“Very well,” Izuna nodded. “Split into pairs, one from each team and work through Forms Three and Seven. When you’re confident, we’ll switch partners, alright?”

“Hai sensei!” their six voices called back.

Izuna stepped back to your side as Akira snatched Botan’s hand, dragging him out further into the field as he spluttered and squawked behind her.

“Your genin are already thinking like a team,” Izuna commented as the groups exchanged the tairitsu no in.

“I’ve had them doing team building exercises,” you replied, watching Hiro’s stance waver under the connection of Riko’s strike.

“Exercises?” Izuna asked, tone lilting into a tease, “Like chasing bunnies through the underbrush?”

“I take them to dinner every week, if their parents allow,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “And the bunnies have wizened up since Konoha became ground zero for training genin in Fire Country.”

Izuna snorted, “Right – it’ll be the cats the teams are sent after now. Can you imagine if we sent them after the ninbyō?”

You cracked a real smile and shook your head. “Somehow I think that’s less a team building exercise and something more like torture.”

Izuna knocked his elbow against your arm and grinned. “I bet my team could catch Nekobaa before yours could.”

You snorted and then laughed, “Or Nekobaa will personally come to Konoha and scratch your pretty eyes out for even considering sending your genin after her.”

Izuna gasped, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he said, “You think my eyes are pretty, (Y/N)-chan? I think that’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever given me!”

You rolled your eyes again, but the smile on your face didn’t fade until Aoi knocked Asahi on his ass and the genin let out a sharp cry of pain. Izuna started to move toward the pair, but you reached, grabbing the sleeve of his yukata before he could go further. He glanced back at you in confusion, but when you gestured toward the pair, he followed your line of sight.

“Sorry Asahi!” Aoi called, breaking stance and offering his hand down to the genin on the ground. Asahi took Aoi’s hand, letting the other boy pull him upright and then rubbed his bum, huffing.

“I thought you said you were going easy,” Asahi complained.

Aoi grinned and dropped back into a Form Three stance, the same hand that had helped Asahi off the ground now held out between them, tauntingly gesturing for Asahi to come at him.

“I told you to keep up,” Aoi teased back.

“Damn,” Izuna mused, relaxing at your side again when Asahi leapt forward, the boys’ limbs becoming a flurry of movement as they danced around each other. “Seems like your team’s a good influence on mine.”

“They’re growing up in a different time,” you agreed, glancing toward Riko and Hiro’s spar. “Comradery is more important than ever now, especially between the clan kids who have always been enemies.”

Botan’s leg came down on Akira’s crossed forearms and your genin’s smile turned to a grimace before she managed to throw off the boy’s foot and twirled to kick him.

“No thanks to my brother and Hashirama,” Izuna replied wryly. At the mention of Shodai’s name, the absent smile on your face slipped and a great heaviness settled over your chest again. Izuna puffed and nodded. “Yeah, now how did I know that rumpled look you’ve had all day is because of our wonderful Shodaime Hokage?” he wondered sarcastically.

“It’s nothing,” you said, forcing yourself to watch Riko’s movements as she spun to bring her heel down over Hiro’s head. He dodged, coming up in Riko’s personal space and she barely managed to jerk out of his reach.

“It’s Hashirama,” Izuna said, looking at you fully. “Not nothing.”

“Izuna,” you shook your head.

“What did he do?” Izuna asked, crossing his arms tighter across his chest. “Or better – when are you going to open your mouth and tell him how you feel?”

“Izuna please,” you said, staring instead at the ground ahead. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

He sighed, shifting nearer to you until his arm was pressed against yours as you stood beside each other. “You should tell him how you feel – you’ve got nothing to lose and if he’s an ass about it –”

“Hashirama’s isn’t an ass, Izuna,” you interjected, looking up at him.

“If he’s still clueless about it,” Izuna amended, rolling his eyes, “well, then you’ve got other options.”

You scoffed, “Other options?”

Izuna’s smile was teasing, “There’s always his asshole brother.”

You raised your eyes skyward, letting out a long-suffering half-laugh as you shook your head. “You know Tobirama nearly rejected my citizenship on the basis I’m a one-person clan, right?”

“He was already looking out for you ahead of time and saving you the trouble of having your heartbroken by Hashirama,” Izuna replied wryly.

“I could always date your brother,” you said out loud, faking a serious consideration as the teasing eased the ache in your heart.

Izuna let out a belt of loud laughter that stole the attention of the genin for a brief moment. Akira punched Botan in the face and you heard her chirp out Sorry! as the Nara clan heir scowled at her.

“If I ever have the pleasure of meeting the woman that can tolerate my brother for more than a few moments, I might marry her myself,” Izuna replied, shaking his head. “Madara is –”

“Amazing? Awe-inspiring?” A voice interrupted from behind, the so spoken of brother’s chakra presence unfurling through the clearing.

“Annoying,” Izuna grunted, turning as Madara approached, smirking at you and Izuna.

“You wound me, otouto,” Madara drawled, twirling a kunai on the tip of his middle finger. “Do I really inspire so little love from you?”

You shook your head at the brothers as Izuna scoffed, “You inspire my short patience, aniki.”

Madara leaned toward you, smirk on his face as he said, “Izuna is mad because I spoiled his date last night by making him attend the clans’ dinner with me.”

“No,” Izuna argued, scowling at his brother, “Izuna is mad because you have no concept of privacy and insist on walking through the house half naked and nearly making Mei faint with your perverted conversational topics.”

You snorted and Madara’s chest puffed with indignation as he leaned against the tree trunk beside you. Truly, you felt for Mei – the girl was from the Daimyo’s capital and had little to no exposure to shinobi before moving with her ambassador father to Konoha, and in the encounters you’d had with her, you’d seriously wondered where her compatibility with Izuna even began. She was observant but reserved, intelligent but soft-spoken, and seemed to have never held even a kunai before. There was nothing wrong with her – you liked her, actually, and didn’t mind the questions she asked you about the shinobi – but Izuna was loud and full of laughter; full of scars too, and nightmares from the countless battles he’d been part of since childhood. They shared a love of books, that you did know, since the last winter season you’d been roped into hunting for the ‘perfect novel’ through Konoha’s market as a gift to give Mei.

“If you intend to bring a civilian into our home, otouto, then you subject her to the behaviors of a clan,” Madara shrugged.

“I subject her to a glimpse into the life of living as your sister-in-law,” Izuna grumbled.

You smiled, “Then you’ll want to limit her exposure to Madara for as long as possible, ‘zuna.”

Madara kicked your shin and you chuckled as Izuna smirked.

“Sensei!” Akira shouted from the clearing, waving wildly at you. “Sensei! Can we switch partners now? Botan is too easy to beat up and I’m bored!”

Botan scoffed at Akira, tipping his chin sharply away from the girl.

“Go ahead and switch,” you called back, gesturing with your hand. “Hiro – partner with Botan!”

The genin pairs exchanged their wakai no in seals and had hardly switched and exchanged the tairitsu no in before they each suddenly froze. You stiffened with them, and Izuna’s gaze flicked toward yours right as Hashirama’s laugh reached you, and he and Tobirama appeared through the thin path through the forest.

“Ah, I’ve been discovered,” Madara groused, sinking further against the tree.

“Hashirama-sama!”

Akira had sprinted across the clearing and now she threw herself into the Shodai’s arms, hardly leaving Hashirama the time to catch her before he stumbled and bumped into his brother. Hiro and Asahi had split from Izuna’s team and now Asahi held the hem of your undershirt, watching the Shodai and Akira, while Hiro stood at your other side, glancing between Tobirama and Madara.

Hashirama’s laughter rattled through your ribcage as you set your hand on Hiro’s head, trying to ground yourself with your responsibility as their sensei before the ache in your chest could swallow you whole again.

“I see your training is going well, Akira,” Hashirama chuckled, setting the girl down on the ground. There was nothing but adoration in the girl’s expression as she nodded, grinning as she flung her hand out to point at Botan.

“I beat Botan-chan in a spar, Hashirama-sama!” she informed him, holding onto the edge of his blue kimono shirt as she jumped in front of him. “I used Form Three and Seven and he couldn’t keep up!”

Hashirama laughed indulgently with the Senju girl before offering the Nara heir a sympathetic smile. “That is very good to hear, Akira,” he said, patting her head. “Your father would be very proud of you.”

She beamed, even as Hiro took her by the shoulders and dragged her back over to your side.

“Izuna-sensei,” Riko tugged on his sleeve, not taking her eyes off of Tobirama as Izuna tipped his head toward her. “Izuna-sensei, why is the Shodai here?” Beside her, Aoi looked up at Madara, squinting at his mane of unruly black hair. The clan head raised an eyebrow at the boy and Aoi’s eyes widened as he stepped further into Izuna’s side.

“That’s a good question,” Izuna said, arms still crossed over his chest as you shared a brief look with him. “Why is the Shodai here visiting us mere sensei on our training day?”

Tobirama grunted, his own arms crossed over his chest, nearly covering the white Senju vajra stitched over the left side of his chest on his black kimono shirt.

“I’ve come to invite you both to an early dinner!” Hashirama beamed.

“Hashirama believes it is an evening for celebration,” Madara explained dryly, picking at the tree bark, “since he’s sent the Uzumaki his acknowledgement of the terms to their alliance and is now an engaged man.”

You turned your head, biting into your cheek to keep yourself from letting your heartbreak pour into your chakra signature. Asahi met your eyes and his brow furrowed as he fisted your hem tighter, still a clan child wary of people who had once always been his enemy.

“That’s hardly a reason for celebration,” Izuna replied slowly, realization dawning as his voice hardened and you felt his chakra press against yours, trying to give some silent form of comfort. “You haven’t even met the woman.”

Tobirama’s expression spoke volumes to his agreeance, but he instead said, “Hashirama has placed his confidence in the rumors he’s heard of Mito’s beauty and cunning.”

You needed to leave. Right now – you needed to leave.

“Her portrait is stunning Tobirama,” Hashirama argued lightly, chuckling. “I don’t believe it’s much of a sacrifice to agree to marry a woman said to carry the strength of the Uzumaki Clan in exchange for an alliance.”

“If your blind faith hadn’t brought about the village we now stand apart of, I would call you a fool,” Madara replied flatly and then tipped his head. “Actually, I have no qualms of calling you a fool now, Hashirama.”

Botan snorted and then scowled when Akira pinched him, hissing a curse at her when she pinched him again.

Hashirama cut Madara a look but clapped his brother on the shoulder and grinned at you. “We are going to dinner, the five of us!”

“Hey…” Akira whined.

“No children allowed,” Madara added giving the girl a flat look.

“We’re not children!” Akira argued back. “We’re genin, Madara-sama!”

He raised an eyebrow, a smile pulling at the edge of his mouth as he gauged the genin. “I see only children below my waist.” He waved his hand at his waist level, barely skimming the top of Akira’s head with his fingers. The girl puffed, opening her mouth to argue, but Izuna slipped his hand over her mouth and gave his brother a flat look.

“I think you guys have trained enough for today, don’t you think, (Y/N)?” Izuna said, turning to you.

You nodded numbly, bringing yourself to look at your team. Akira’s eyes were pleading but you brought a hand up to her head and ruffled her short brown hair. “We’ll have dango after our next meeting, alright?”

All was forgiven with that promise and she flew into your arms, cheering as she kneed Asahi in the face and kicked Hiro in the gut in the process. Both the boys groaned, smacking at Akira as she grabbed their hands and started pulling them toward the path back into the village.

“See you later sensei!” Akira shouted over her shoulder.

“Let go!” you heard Hiro yelp before he tripped into Asahi.

“Sensei?” Riko asked Izuna, staring after your team with envy.

Izuna breathed a commiserated sigh. “You kids are going to eat through the Uchiha coffers.”

Aoi’s grin stretched across his face. “You’re the best, Izuna-sensei!”

“You hear that, (Y/N)-chan?” Izuna teased, nudging you with his elbow as the remaining genin began to leave, each bowing to Hashirama as they passed through him and Tobirama. “I’m the best.”

You gave him a thin smile, hoping he could read through your forced expression.

“Well, that took care of the genin!” Hashirama clapped, smiling widely. “Onto dinner then?”

“(Y/N) and I have plans, Hashirama,” Izuna replied, standing closer to you. “We were planning on sparring with each other until sunset.”

Hashirama’s brow furrowed. “Surely that could be postponed.”

Izuna shrugged, “As much as your wedding could be.”

Hashirama frowned as you met Madara’s assessing gaze. Almost instantly, you saw the understanding bleed across his expression as his head righted and he cleared his throat.

“We can always celebrate your engagement on the day you actually meet your intended bride, Hashirama,” Madara suggested nonchalantly, picking at his fingernails. “That way you’ll have thought through your decisions.”

Hashirama puffed and then turned to you, finding no ally in his best friend or his brother. “Won’t you celebrate with me, (Y/N)?” Hashirama asked. “Are you not happy for me?”

Each of your ribs felt as though they were piercing your lungs as you met his confused gaze. “I –”

“(Y/N) is concerned for your impulsive decisions, anija,” Tobirama interrupted, leveling Hashirama with an even glare.

Hashirama frowned. “I has assumed you all would support me.” He looked to you. “(Y/N)?”

You swallowed around the tightness in your throat. “Whatever you believe is best for the village, Hashirama.”

You felt both the Uchiha brothers and Tobirama looking at you with mixed expressions.

Hashirama’s shoulders relaxed and his smile returned. “See – (Y/N) supports me, Tobirama. I would be lost without her confidence in me.”

You almost wished Hashirama was cruel on purpose, because then you could be angry instead of hurting.

“You are a fool, Hashirama,” Madara sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Hashirama pouted but reached for your hands, dragging them out from their place crossed beneath your arms. He held them in his own between you, smiling at you in a way that made it almost impossible to be angry. “Call me a fool Madara, but (Y/N) has never seen me as such, right?”

Idiot, you wanted to shout. At him or yourself, you weren’t sure, but you made yourself pull your hands from Hashirama’s and force a wavering smile to your face.

“I hope for your happiness, Hashirama,” you told him, knowing your voice was cracking. “Truly.”

You pushed past him, nearly clipping Tobirama’s shoulder in your haste, ducking your head when Hashirama began to confusedly call after you.

“Let her go,” you heard Izuna snap, and then you broke into a jog as the tears began to well up again in your eyes.

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LYRICAL, FANTASTICAL AND MYSTICAL.

Crucible - Ch 19

Pairing: Link x Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Why must the Champion be so infuriating? Not that you care. You’re just trying to keep him alive, a task he insists on making exceedingly difficult.

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The Sheikah made good on their promises to poke and prod you, and you made good on your promise to allow them to do so.

You endured it, and you weren’t pleased by the discomfort and pain it brought, but at least the scientists were quick, and it was easier to bear with Link nearby. He was also poked and prodded, not having much of a choice while he was in the infirmary, and the Sheikah were accommodating enough to bring their instruments all the way from the labs. They were most likely glad to do so, knowing you would be more cooperative in Link’s presence.

The Champion couldn’t be confined to a bed for long. Within two days he was up and about, and worse, insisting this would be a good time to train you in combat.

You considered arguing just on principle, but when you thought about it, you concluded that this was in alignment with your goal of keeping Link’s head attached to his shoulders. You couldn’t very well defend him if you didn’t know how to defend yourself.

Plus, there had been no news from the Sheikah regarding your tests. It was better to keep yourself occupied than allow your nervousness to consume you.

So that’s how you found yourself on the training grounds, facing off against Link for the third day in a row, a wooden sword in your hands and his. You were sore and bruised already in several places, while the only marks he had were from his battle with the skeletal undead.

He knocked the training sword from your hands for the dozenth time that day, and you let it lie in the dirt.

Link dropped from his ready stance, glancing from you to the fallen sword.

“It’s all right,” he said, as if that could make it so. “It takes time and experience before you’ll see marked improvement.”

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[5:08 PM] — BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Bakugou overhears all class gossip, and while nobody thinks he does, he never misses a word. He’s got sharp ears and keen eyes and he never misses anything.

Which is why he’s reduced to a glum guy with wounded pride when he overhears the girls gossiping about how “Bakugou and y/n don’t seem like they’ll last.” He figures it’s true—deep down he realizes his prickly and harsh nature could never mesh well with your gentle and sweet one, but the words sting no less.

The truth is, Bakugou Katsuki has fallen hopelessly in love, and he wants to roll his eyes at himself, but he can’t. He can’t when it’s you, he can’t bring himself to do anything but soften his exterior as much as he can so you can see he’s trying. He’s trying and maybe it’s not perfect, but it’s all he’s got. He lets you grab his hand, and steal his snacks, and mess around with his gauntlets, and ruffle his hair, and he hopes it’s enough, but he knows deep down it’s not.

So when you sit next to him in the courtyard, plopping down quietly beside him as he looks ahead refusing to meet your eyes, he’s not expecting your hand to lay on his.

“Hey, Katsuki,” you whisper gently, and he can tell from your tone you know something’s up.

“Hmph,” he grumbles incoherently in acknowledgment, shoulders tensing as you get closer.

“What’s on your mind?” He’s silent for a moment, and even if he wanted to, Bakugou doesn’t even know how to tell you.

“N—”

“Don’t say nothing.” Bakugou’s hand grips the fabric of his jeans tightly, and he’s trembling just the slightest bit, but the way your hand soothes over his arm in delicate circles grounds him just the tiniest bit.

“It’s none of your business,” he mutters. You raise your eyebrow unimpressed.

“Try again, babe.” And maybe it’s the way your palm is warm through the fabric of his blazer, or the way your voice is still gentle even when reprimanding, or the way you just seem to know, but he practically pours himself out to you. Because he needs you to hear, and he needs you to know—Bakugou’s trying.

“Those dumb girls can’t mind their business. They don’t think we’ll last—as if it’s their business,” he rants, and his voice is slightly tight—he’ll never admit it and you’ll never mention it, but you both can hear it. “Who asked, anyway?”

Nodding slowly, you lean your head on his shoulder, hand grasping his as you fiddle with his fingers. His cheek finds its way to the top of your head, and you both sit like that for a bit, you playing with his fingers and Bakugou peeking glances at you over his shoulder.

“Do you think we’ll last?”

“Huh?”

“Do you think think they’re right? That we won’t last?” He wants to say yes, wants to admit that nobody would want to last with someone as rough and tough as him, that his words are just as abrasive as his actions and you shouldn’t tolerate it, but Bakugou needs more than anything for you to stick with him.

He needs the little cheek kisses goodnight, he needs the arm hugs while you walk together, he needs the tiny nose boops when he’s frowning—and he needs you.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “I guess you shouldn’t really want us to, huh?” And he cringes a little when your head shoots up.

“What’s that mean?”

He simply shrugs and mumbles “I don’t know,” as he looks off to the side. But your hand grabs his jaw and gently forces him to look you in the eyes.

And his eyes are swimming with doubt, with anger, but mostly, a sense of defeat, and that’s unlike Bakugou. He never admits defeat, and it’s the one thing about him you love most.

“Katsuki. Don’t give me that,” you say gently, and the soft kiss to his nose makes him grip your waist tightly. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I want us to last?”

“It just makes sense.”

“And why’s that?”

And the dam breaks when he opens his mouth, eyes angry (and slightly wet, but you don’t mention it) as he pours his heart out to you.

“Because you shouldn’t want to last with someone like me, we both know that. I’m not cut out to be the way a boyfriend is, I don’t act like the way they should. Go find someone who does,” he mutters at the end, and you frown, watching as he fights the tremble of his lips.

He’s waiting for the blow, for the moment you admit he’s right and walk off and inevitably rip his heart out and take it with you, but it never comes.

“Hey,” you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest, and on any other day, he’d pull away instantly, grumbling about how someone might see. But today, today he needs to be close, to hear your heart beat against his ear. “That’s not true, Katsuki. You’re a bit different, but I don’t mind. I know you love me,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair.

“You—”

“I’m not done, okay?” You poke his forehead, and he swats your hand away. “Like you said, it’s not their business. So they don’t know everything. You do a great job you know, you just make your own rules of how to do things,” you snort. “That’s okay though, it’s still plenty enough for me.”

“You sure?” His voice is gruff, but it’s still hesitant. Your hand glides down to grab his hand, lacing your fingers together as you peck his forehead.

“Of course. You look out for me, always make sure I’m safe, always try to notice how I can improve, always take the short end of the stick for me. Who cares if you don’t bring me roses or something? Do you love me?”

“Well yeah,” he grumbles, answer immediate.

“Do you want us to last?”

And his voice is a bit smaller this time when he admits a small “yes.”

“Good, I feel the same. And that’s it for that matter, don’t you think? It’s our business, and we seem to be on the same page.”

Almost instantly, his chest lightens at your words, and he registers the small circles you rub into his knuckles, and the gentle scratches at his scalp, and he thinks he’s found some place that he’s made his own, somewhere he’s himself and it’s enough and it’s cherished. And he realizes that maybe that’s what love is, not the stupid roses or the boxes of chocolates the damn girls are always telling him he needs to bring.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mutters, but his hand squeezes yours. “You should’ve gone up to your room you know, dumbass. Don’t think I didn’t see you hit your leg during training,” he chides. His voice is still gentle, and you smile at the way he’s back to himself already.

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful,” you promise.

He mumbles a quiet good before he sits up, pulling you into him as he kisses the top of your head. And the way you lean your cheek against him with a smile, rubbing his chest softly makes him think maybe you will last— because he’s not letting you go any time soon.

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Can’t Say It.

Aizawa x Reader

Word Count: 3,541

A/N: Fluff, dragged out but it’s a happy ending. One shot. Age difference (9 years) Reader is 22 while Aizawa is 31. Mentions of alcohol.  

Reader is a young teacher at UA who has a unique relationship with Pro Hero and coworker Eraserhead. After a while of getting to know each other, will they realize their feelings? OR will they let self doubt get in the way. 

CHARACTER REPORT

Position: UA SCHOOL ADMINISTRATION 

Job Description: Quirk Analysis and Evaluation Processing. 

Name: (L/N), (F/N)                Power: 2/5 D    Intelligence: 4/5 B

Birthday: (5/10)                     Speed: 2/5 B    Cooperativeness: 5/5 A

Age: 22                                 Technique: 5/5 S

Sex: Female (She/Her)

Quirk: Analysis 

-(Y/N) is able to instantly analyze a person and their abilities after observing them, familiarizing themselves with their qurik. This also includes evaluating/predicting situations with higher than average accuracy. With this ability, she can use this information with or against a subject. She can keep up to three peoples' worth of information perfectly memorized at a time. Anymore, her analysis starts to create more errors and her accuracy decreases. 

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Ever since (y/n) started working at UA, everyone knew that Aizawa’s single streak was in danger. 

While the scruff chined 1-A homeroom teacher taught his bustling young hero course, she supported the admin staff! Specifically falling under processing and evaluating every student's quirk and how to help progress their potential. This means every homeroom teacher ran their notes and evaluations about their students through her every quarter, possibly more depending on how active and intense their training has been. She and her small team are a key to the school’s successful hero and support course. No matter how a quirk was used, they would find the best way to help them improve it. 

Classroom 1-A currently holds the record for most updates and changes to analysis (surprise). With an increase in updates, (y/n) has spent more sleepless nights making sure her work was perfect than she originally thought she was going to. Not that she minded of course! She was young, and found that it helped drive her to improve her passions and skill. Besides her administrative work, she also works as a substitute teacher for English, and Hero Strategy lessons twice a semester. If needed she is more than happy to help with summer lessons. 

Aizawa has had more than his fair share of interaction with the young lady, more than others if one was keeping track. After the hero noticed (y/n)’s sleepless nights because of his students, he offered to stay and bring her coffee. When (y/n) noticed extra heavy bags under his eyes, there would be a nicely wrapped lunch on his desk with a cute thank you note in return. 

Over time a unique relationship developed between the two that anyone looking in could clearly see. Including the students. 

“Mr Aizawa! Your lady friend left ya another lunch, you’re so LUCKY.” Denki and Mineta whined without hesitation. 

“Why don’t we get cute lunches made by cute girls?” 

“Shut up! That’s Ms. (L/n) you’re talking about, not some side chick you dumbos. I think it’s really sweet.” Mina cooed alongside some of the other girls. 

Their homeroom teacher could only sigh, carefully tucking away the lunch box into his work desk as he partially ignored their scattered comments. “Lucky or not, you all should have your notes out and study. Your test scores from  last week clearly tell me I haven’t given enough in class work time. Do I have to cut down on our outside training hours?” The instant shuffling of paper and pencils brought a small smirk to his face. Nothing got his students off his back faster than less training hours. As he took attendance and organized his schedule, the small peeks at the lunch box reminded him about his last encounter with his….coworker. 

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“Midoriya is such a strange boy you know? I’m surprised his quirk doesn't instantly tear his body apart every time he uses it. I’m glad he’s getting a handle on it, I hated seeing him hurt himself so often.”  You were sat cross legged in your office chair, typing away at your laptop underneath a bright desk lamp. 

“I agree, he needs to learn how to use his body with his quirk.” 

“Exactly!- Well, it looks like his rate of injuries compared to training has decreased. Based off of Recovery Girls records, his quirk usage deteriorated his arm muscle effectiveness. This means he’s got to either limit his usage on his arms, or learn how to use the rest of his body to compensate.” Rubbing your eyes shifted your reading glasses off of your face, exposing the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. 

“You shouldn’t be getting such heavy bags under your eyes like that, you’re too young for those (L/n).” He always notices them, no matter how well hidden. 

“Ya, okay GRAMPS. You’re not that much older than me and YOUR eyes are just as bad, if not worse. And call me (y/n), we’re friends aren't we?” 

Rolling his eyes, Aizawa gets up with a huff to pour some coffee from the nearby coffee pot. “Midoriya is your last report tonight right? Go home, you’ve got Hero Strategy classes tomorrow.” as if on cue, he hands you the cup of warm coffee while you reach out for it with a quiet “Thank you”. 

The way you hold the cup in your hands and let the warm steam brush against your face leaves him staring at you with a soft look. 

“I guess I could leave a little earlier than I thought....” blowing cool air onto the coffee, you slowly take a sip of the warm beverage. Every time you see that look on his face, you can’t help but wonder what he’s feeling. 

After a short while, you both clean up and close the office up. It’s 1 AM and both of you are more than ready to get at least a few hours of sleep in. Like usual, he walks you halfway to your home before bidding his own goodbye. 

“Goodnight (L/n).” As Aizawa turns to walk away, he feels a small tug at his sleeve. 

“I uh-” Turning to look around, he sees you with pinker cheeks underneath a streetlight. How do you always look so...nice? No matter the light you always look nice. 

You slowly slid your hand down his arm to gently hold onto his hand. It was so soft, not just the hold but your skin. You couldn't even look at him but your voice was clear as day. 

“Thank you, for staying with me. I know how tired you must be too….so I feel honored that you decide to spend your important time with me- er, to help me. You’re a great teacher and man Aizawa. Good night.” Just as quick as the moment had started, your touch was gone and you made your way home. 

He was alone, yet he could still feel your touch on his skin. Aizawa stood there for minutes, looking at his hand in awe and strange curiosity. His coworkers and friends told him multiple times, “You two aren’t a thing?”, “It’s obvious that you fancy her Shouta.”, 

“She has to feel the same, you don’t see how she looks at you when you aren’t paying attention.” 

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         The school bell alerting the start of their first class was what pulled Aizawa out of his mind, looking up to see (y/n) walk into the class with your information tablet. ‘Ah, right. Hero Strategy.’          “Good Morning class! Great to see you all again.” She was chipper as always, her makeup easily covering her endeavors from the night before. The young teacher wore simple black tights with her training sweat jacket, everyone murmured in excitement because this meant that there would be out of class training and demonstrations          Rubbing his exhaustion from his face, the black haired male stands up to go stand near (y/n). “You all have ten minuets to change and get to the field. Any longer and you’ll be stuck in cleaning duty for the week.”

         Iida is quick to stand and grab his fellow classmates attention. “Quickly but in order, please gather your things and head to the gym! No RUNNING!” As valiant as his efforts were, everyone rushed out of the class in fear of being put into the cleaning crew while it was out of their turn. 

         The small smile he saw on your face was sobering, calmly following behind you as you made your way to the gym. 

         Usually, Aizawa would sneak into his sleeping back and nap during other teachers' lessons. These ones were different for him. He would sit off to the side and observe how you worked with the kids.

 While some students could take simple suggestions and immediately apply them, others needed physical examples. You were more than happy to adapt to all their needs as they all trained with their new plans and teachers notes. While Tokoyami nodded and talked with Dark Shadow about your observations, Uraraka carefully mimicked your moves as you slowly countered her attacks explaining how they affected her opponent's momentum even more. 

         He knew you were a natural when it came to children and hero work. The obvious proof was right in front of him. That and he was nine years older than you, yet you both were doing almost the exact same job. That's where everything starts to blur for him. 

         After a quick practice round with Shoji, a rundown with Bakugo about his quirk usage along with Midoriya and the rest of the class, their first class of the day was over. 

         The rest of the day went normal, and (Y/n) left to finish the rest of her lessons while Aizawa did the same. 

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         After a long week, you were more than happy to have the weekend to yourself, or so you thought. 

Incoming Call: Keigo <(‘v’)> 

“Keigo?”

 “Hey tiny, sorry to bother but I felt like I should call in and see how you were doing.” 

 “I’m fine, just getting ready to watch some movies and order take in. Had a long week. You?” 

 “Gonna be heading out to an event soon! Glad to hear you're doing good. Any luck with your crush on the office grandpa?”

 You roll your eyes as you wiggle yourself into more blankets, clicking through the different documentaries you could find on YouTube.

  “I don’t have a crush on Aizawa, and even IF I did he is NOT a grandpa. He would probably want someone closer to his age anyway. The whole life experience gap and everything.” 

 “Yeah okay, whatever. Don't get mad at me when you realize I’m right and you're missing out on not being single anymore.” 

 “You’ll be the first person I call when you’re actually right. ” “Ouch-” 

 “Pfft, talk to you later Kei. I have an hour long video about the origin of heroes and it’s calling my name.” 

 “Bye bye!” 

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         No matter how relaxed you were or how interesting the documentary was, you couldn't get you know who out of your mind. Could you have a crush on Aizawa Shouta? Silver Fox hero of the night? Grumpy man who likes taking naps in the middle of the day? You couldn’t lie, he was attractive and his personality was more than pleasant to you at least. It always felt like something was there between you two..between late night talks and having lunch together sometimes. It felt like there was a connection, and the only thing keeping you two from connecting was a waterfall of hesitation and doubt. 

 “Whatever…”

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         “WoooOO! Staff Party, this is gonna be a blast Listeners! Present Mic here to keep your evening thrilling with an amazing music selection!” 

         Upbeat music with minimal words played through the old speakers of a rented out ballroom. It was the end of the first semester staff party, everyone was dressed semi formal with their hair done nicely and makeup to match. The decorations were nice, and tables were laid out with food, drinks and chairs to relax and chat. 

         Aizawa was one of the first to show up since he and Yamada came together like usual. Although he socialized with other teachers as they passed by, he stayed closer to the walls and talked with Kayama most of the time. He was dressed fairly well, a simple fitted dark g suit coat with normal slacks. The usually wild and wavy mess of locks was neatly tied back into a very clean half knot that showed off his handsome face. 

         “No date Shouta? I was sure that pretty young thing would be with you tonight. (L/n) Right, she’s such a lovely girl.” Kayama’s hair was curled beautifully around her, a long fitted dress with a deep V cut showing off her lovely charm. Aizawa only rolled his eyes, sipping on his Champaign class to avoid talking even if it was just for a second more. 

         “It would make more sense for her to come in with someone closer to her age or with a friend. She is the youngest person on staff you know.” 

         “Age this age that blah blah BLAH. I know love when I see it-” 

         “Not love, this isn’t some romance film Nemuri.” 

         With a small and understanding smile, Nemuri reaches out to gently pat her dear friend's shoulder. “Someday, you’re going to realize that the things that are holding you back are nothing but a reflection of your own worries. I know you’ll figure it out. You both will. Now try to have fun-” Her attention was stolen away for a moment, a glint of excitement in her eyes clear as day. “If you’re worried about how she feels and how she’s doing, why don't you go show her around and make sure she feels welcomed?” 

         Turning around, the first thing Aizawa see’s is you. A cheesy thing to say, but he almost feels his heart skip a bit.  

         You wore a black turtleneck underneath a midnight blue spaghetti strap dress that fit you just right. Knitted knee high socks and stylish black heel boots finished off your look along with a beautiful pearl pendant necklace. Your hair looked soft and styled in a way he had never seen it before. Your eyes were done up just enough in a way that made them shine even more than they usually do.

         He’s trapped, and he is slowly realizing that he never wants to be set free. 

         When your eyes scan the room for anything familiar, they finally land on a set of eyes that are looking right back at you. You have to stop yourself from visibly gasping, why did his eyes feel so intense? What was he thinking as he made his way across the room to you. 

         Like Moses and the sea, everyone carefully parted to let you both have your moment. They all knew the chemistry between you too, and were more than happy to leave you  alone as they carried on with their conversations and laughter. 

         “You look beautiful.” His voice was low, and held a sense of hesitant tenderness even he was unsure of. You knew he meant it. 

         “And you look very handsome, you even shaved for the party.” With a small laugh you gently ran the back of your fingers across his shaved cheek. This wasn't new, you had done this exact touch multiple times before when you made fun of his stubble yet- it felt more intimate than it ever had before. Aizawa knew he didn't mind it. 

         Carefully sliding his hand into yours, he lifts it up to press a soft and long kiss to your knuckles. “It is a special occasion. Would you like to join me tonight?” He was never a man who cushioned his words, straight to the point and expressing just how he felt was never an issue. You were different. 

         Accepting his offer, you move to accept his offered arm. The night starts slow as you both walk around and chat with other faculty members you work with. With Aizawas help you were confident that you were able to make some new friends, maybe going to this party wasn't so bad after all.

         Everything else almost felt like a breeze. Laughs were shared, drinks were drank- and barriers were being broken down. You and Aizawa found yourselves slowly standing closer and closer together, close enough to where your fingers would brush against each other when one of you moved. All of Pro Hero Eraserhead’s friends could only watch with warm and excited smiles for him. 

         Like always, nights must always come to an end. 

         While some people left to retire for the night, others stayed longer to help clean or help more than drunk coworkers make it home safe. “I’m helping Nemuri make it home Sho! You gonna be okay making it back tonight?” Yamada had Nemuri balancing into his side, laughing as she drunkenly waved some of the others goodbye. “Oh! You all can head back home together if you’d like. I’m just helping clean a bit before I head back home.” you politely cut into their little chat, holding a medium sized black trash bag in your hands. 

         Taking a moment, Aizawa starts to shrug off his coat as he takes the garbage away from you. “I’ll stay behind to help clean. If you’re alright with it I can walk you home.” with wide eyes, the younger teacher could only nod before she turned away to hide her reddening cheeks to pick up more trash and plates. 

         “No worries, now get em TIGEr. RaaArW-” As Kayama tried to cheer her friend on, Yamada tugged her away with an amused laugh of his own. 

          Not even an hour later, everyone was out and the sky was as dark and it could be. The only stars you could see were the large ones as the light pollution shrouded out the smaller and weaker stars. 

         This time around, Aizawa's coat was wrapped around (y/n) shoulders, her head resting on him as they linked arms on the walk back to her house. Instead of splitting off halfway, he walks her all the way up to her front door. It was silent for a moment, the events from tonight silently washing over them. 

         “Thank you Aizawa, this...was a really nice night. I don't think it would have been as enjoyable as it was without you.” (y/n) broke the silence, turning to face and look up at the man she knew she would never look at the same again. Rubbing his mouth in thought, his eyes flicker between the young woman standing in front of him and the road. 

         “I want to thank you as well. I-.” He paused for a moment. 

         “I would like to kiss you, but I understand if you wouldn't. I think after tonight you know what my feelings are for you. I didn't even know about them fully until tonight. Kayama- Midnight was right. I was letting my worries hold me back when I should have been forward like I always am-”  

         Time freezes when he feels your hands pull down his face, your lips eagerly pressing into a kiss with such raw love and desperation. Instantly his arms move around to gently lift you up into him. One minute, two..three. You both only break apart for air and your warm breaths mingle against each other. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now I think. My friend was right haha...maybe I do have a crush on you. I was just worried because I had no idea if you would even be interested in a relationship, let alone with someone as...young as me. I feel like a high schooler again haha.” 

         The fact that you were able to laugh the way you did and still hold him in your arms brought flutters to his chest. He knew now that he more than just saw you as a coworker or a close friend. He wants to be more. “I know what you mean. Who would want to be with someone as old as me? I would never want to make you feel like I was holding you back.” He would never admit it, but he felt like a young adult experiencing love for the first time...it was a bit embarrassing (in a good way.) 

         “You make me feel so helpless sometimes you know that?” pulling his head down again, (y/n) presses another soft kiss to Aizawa’s forehead. “What am I gonna do with you Aizawa?” 

         “Shouta.”

         “Huh?”

        ��“Shouta, call me Shouta if you want.” Thankful that it was dark out, he could feel himself heat up at the intimate suggestion. 

         With the way your eyes sparkled while you said his name, he knew he was hooked. There is no going back.          “What am I gonna do with you, Shouta?” 

         “You’ll figure it out eventually. I’ll help you along the way as long as you’ll help me too.” The shared silence was an unbroken promise to do the best you both can. 

         After sharing your final kiss good night, you watch Shouta walk down the street and out of view before returning into the comfort of your home. The jacket around your shoulders smelt strongly of the stoic man you now called yours. Enjoying the warmth and comfort his coat brought you, kicking off your boots you hop over your couch and settle into a comfortable position. 

 Calling: Keigo <(‘V’)>

 “WHY are you calling me at….2 in the MORNING. You gave me a damn heart attack-” 

 “You were right.” your voice was soft and held no regrets. 

 “Right? Right about what?” 

 “You were right, I did have feelings for Shouta. I said you would be the first person to call if you were right. And well, you were right.”          The next hour was spent catching your best friend up on everything that happened tonight. 

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         On the other side of the story, Aizawa finally made it home and had no problem finding sleep that night. He felt as ease knowing that things weren't going to turn out as bad as he thought it originally was going to be. 

         He can't say it, not yet. 

         But he is in love. 

         And so are you.

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