#'sis. you cooked endeavor??'

[gladdygirl18]

A Secret Worth Keeping

This was requested to me by the great and wonderful @blehblahsworld! Thank you for this lovely request! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You're hiding something, and it's really obvious, especially to your older brothers, Bucky and Steve. When they confront you and threaten you with tickles, you confess that you have a crush on your friend, Simon. You make your brothers swear to secrecy, but when Simon comes over for a visit, Steve and Bucky tell your crush a little secret of yours, but not the one you'd expect.

Word Count: 3099

⚠️Warning⚠️: slight swearing

When you're an only child, privacy is here and there, depending on how your parents or parent are. However, when you have siblings, privacy is nonexistent, especially when you have two older brothers. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you're older brothers, are always up in your business. Those two constantly breathe down your neck, whether you're doing homework, watching videos, playing games, or cooking. However, you didn't really mind. You don't remember too much of your life before you met the two super soldiers, but your life now has been better because of them. When the two Avengers introduced you to the rest of the team, they became your family. They would often take turns taking care of you, but Steve and Bucky volunteered for you to live with them. They treated you like their little sister, and that's what you were to them, to the other older Avengers.

Years passed, and you were now a young woman. As per Tony's recommendation, you worked a stable part-time job that paid well while also maintaining a position at S.H.I.E.L.D. With both jobs, you juggled your life as a college student working towards your Bachelor's in Law. However, something else was creeping into your already crazed life: love. During your classes at college, you've grown close to a classmate named Simon Green. He was a nice boy with a good head on his shoulders. While you pursued Law, he pursued Biology, wanting to be a marine biologist like his mother. You and Simon grew closer as friends and soon became best friends, both supporting one another in each other's endeavors. As time went on, you found yourself developing feelings for Simon. He was kind, passionate, funny, and very intelligent. He would always lend an ear and shoulder to you whenever you needed it. And that side of him is what drew you to like him.

Now that it's summer vacation, you and Simon have been chatting almost every day and every night—video chatting, texting, and meeting up on occasions whenever time permitted. You two completed each other, and you couldn't be happier to have him as your friend; if only he knew you liked him.

"Wait, wait, wait, your dog did what?" you chuckled.

"He got into the flour and dragged it all over the kitchen and living room," Simon laughed, "It was incredible!"

You laughed as your crush told you the funny story. It was a warm summer afternoon, and you were talking with Simon on the phone. Outside your room door, Steve and Bucky had their ears to the door, hearing you laugh and talk.

"I've never heard her laugh this much," Bucky said, "Well, except when we're tickling her silly, but this… this is different."

Steve nodded as he continued to listen in on you. As you continued to talk to Simon, you heard a knock at your door.

"Gotta go," you said, "Text you later tonight?"

"Like always," Simon said, "Later!"

"See ya!"

You ended the call with a smile. You quickly went on YouTube and pulled up a Minecraft video, skipping it to the most replayed part.

"Come in!" you said.

With your permission, Steve and Bucky walked into your room.

"Hey, sis," Steve said, "How are ya?"

"Oh, I'm good," you said, "Just watching a Minecraft video."

Bucky scoffed before pausing the video on your phone.

"Cut the crap, Y/N," Bucky said, "Who were you on the phone with?"

"No one," you said, "You know I like to talk to the videos."

"Yeah, but the way you were talking sounded like someone was talking back to you," Steve said, "Who were you talking to, sis?"

You groaned before unpausing the video.

"No one, okay?" I retorted, "Geez, can you get off my back?"

Your sass wasn't a surprise to them. The super soldiers glanced at one another before leaving the room.

"You want take-out for dinner, sis?" Bucky asked, stopping at the doorframe.

"Sure," you said, "Chinese, please. My usual."

The two nodded before leaving your room and closing the door.

"Well, she's certainly a little songbird." Bucky said sarcastically.

"She's not gonna talk if we ask her directly," Steve said, "Let her come to us."

Bucky sighed before nodding. Hours passed, and while waiting for the food, you were texting Simon, giggling and rolling your eyes at what he sent you. Like before, Steve and Bucky had their ears to the door.

"There she goes again, giggling at that phone." Bucky said.

Steve sighed before knocking on the door and opening it. When you saw your brothers, you clicked off your phone and stuffed it behind your back.

"Hey, boys," you said, crossing your arms, feigning innocence, "What's up?"

Your brothers glanced at each other with raised brows.

"Food's here." Steve said, feigning ignorance.

"Awesome," you said, "I was getting hungry."

You jumped out of bed before walking out of the room. Before your brothers could pick up your abandoned phone, you stepped back into your room and snatched it up.

"Almost forgot this." you said with a wink as you left.

Steve and Bucky groaned.

"Well, there goes the idea of taking her phone and giving it to Tony to hack into." Bucy said.

Steve looked at the other with an annoyed look.

"Kidding," Bucky said, "…Mostly…"

Steve chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Come on," Steve said, patting the Winter Soldier's shoulder, "You're hangry. Let's go eat."

Bucky groaned before following the other out of your room to eat. Days to weeks, your brothers grew increasingly curious about who you were talking to, and Bucky grew impatient. While in your room, you giggled as you texted Simon silly memes. In the living room, Bucky heard you and felt his eye twitch in irritation.

"Alright, that's it," he said, setting down the TV remote, "I'm gonna see what she's laughing about, one way or another."

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes.

"For once, I agree," Steve said, standing up, "How do you wanna go about this?"

"Just follow my lead." Bucky said, his eyes glittering with mischief.

The Winter Soldier stood and waltzed over to your room. Captain America sighed before following his friend, not knowing what he had planned. When you heard a knock, you clicked off your phone, set it to the side, and pulled a book from your nightstand drawer, ensuring it wasn't upside down.

"Come in!" you called out.

With your permission, your brothers walked into your room.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked, looking away from the book.

"We want to know why you've been giggling at your phone for the past few weeks." Bucky said.

"I've been watching funny videos. What, I'm not allowed to laugh at funny videos?"

"You can, but the way you've been laughing is as if someone's making you laugh," Steve said, "Not to mention, you've been staying up late, too, staring at your phone."

"It's the summer. I can't stay up late?"

Bucky growled under his breath, hating how you had an answer for everything. The Winter Soldier snatched the book from your hands before picking up your phone.

"Alright, Y/N, that's it," Bucky said, "Who are you talking to on this?"

"No one, I swear." you said, reaching to grab your phone.

Bucky raised your phone over his head, rendering your attempts to reach it useless.

"Y/N, if you just tell us who you're talking to, we'll leave you alone." Steve said.

"What's there to tell?" you questioned, "I'm not talking to anyone, and if I were, why would I tell you two? It's none of your business."

What you said made the super soldiers reel back in shock. They've seen your sassy side before, but this was new.

"Watch it, young lady," Bucky said, "Tell us who you've been talking to for the past few weeks that's turned you into such a giggle-bug."

A faint blush rose as you averted your brother's gaze and shook your head.

"It's no one." you muttered.

The two super soldiers didn't believe you for a second. The Winter Soldier sighed before setting down your phone and the book.

"Alright, Y/N, let's make a deal," Bucky said, "If you don't tell us who you've been talking to, Steve and I will just tickle you."

Your brother's words made you turn to him and Steve wide-eyed. They both wore impish grins as the stared you down.

"Y-You wouldn't…" you stammered.

"That all depends on you," Steve said, "Oh, and we won't be nice. We'll hone in on that little sweet spot of yours below your ribs."

You swallowed a lump and scooted away from your brothers, a nervous smile spreading across your face.

"So, are you gonna tell us who you've been talking to?" Bucky asked.

When you averted their gaze and shook your head, Steve sighed dramatically as he shook his head.

"Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he said, "Guess we're doing this the hard way."

Before you could protest, your brothers pounced on you. You yelped before dissolving into frantic giggles, feeling their fingers explore your torso.

"Steheheheheve! Buckyhyhyhyhyhyhy!" you giggled, "Nahahahahaa! Sthohohhohohoohoop!"

"Are you gonna tell us who you've been talking to?" Bucky asked, pinching your ribs.

"It's nohohoho ohohohone! Lemme gohohohoho!"

Your brothers lay beside you, each holding an arm over your head while they used their free hands to tickle you silly.

"Just like this, this is how you'd be giggling at your phone," Steve said, "What's gotten you so giggly these past few weeks, huh, Y/N/N?"

"Nohohohohothihihihihing!" you cried.

"Alright, screw it!" Bucky said.

The Winter Soldier released your wrist before using both hands to dig into your sweet spot: right below your ribs. You squealed before letting out adorable cackle-like laughter.

"NAHAHAHAHAAAA! BUCKY, STAHAHAHAAAAP!" you cried, "THAHAHAHAT'S *snort* SO UNFAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!"

"Oh, right! I forgot this spot makes you snort," Bucky chuckled, "Absolutely adorable."

"NOHOHOHO, IT'S *snort* NOHOHOHOHOT! PLEHEHEHEHASE! *snort* AAAAAHAHAAAAHAHA!"

You thrashed around in your brothers' grip, using your free hand to push at Bucky's chest, but your attempts were adorably futile.

"So, Y/N, who've you been talking to on that phone of yours?" Steve asked, "A potential crush, perhaps?"

When Steve said that, your face flushed.

"So it is a crush!" Bucky said, "Who is he? Is he handsome? Nice? Funny? Rich?"

You could barely speak, laughing and snorting too much to hear the Winter Soldier.

"AHAHAHAHAHAAAA! STAAAHAHAHAP IIHIHIHIT!" you laughed, "I CAHAHAHAHAN'T!"

"Admit that it's your crush, and we will." Steve said, clawing at the side of your stomach.

You let out at least three snorts in a row when Captain America did that. This was straight-up torture.

"YOU'RE SOHOHOHOHO *snort* MEHEHEHEHEAN!" you laughed, thrashing around, "PLEHEHEHEHASE! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!"

The brothers glanced at one another and nodded before stopping briefly, allowing you to catch your breath.

"So, who's the lucky guy?" Steve asked, gently poking your sides.

You pated and giggled at your brother's poking.

"Ihihihihit's… not a cruhuhuhush…" you panted, residual giggles slipping through.

"Uh-huh, sure it isn't." Bucky said, poking your armpit.

You jumped in surprise before slamming your arm down.

"Nohohoho, hehehahahaha! Stohohohop!" you giggled, "Leheheheave me alohohohohone!"

"We will, once you admit you have a crush on someone." Steve said.

You giggled as you squirmed, tiredly swatting away your brothers' hands.

"I dohohohon't have a cruhuhuhush!" you giggled.

The super soldiers glanced at each other and shrugged. Without warning, the two started clawing below your ribs and the sides of your stomach, sending you into a frenzy of laughter and snorts.

"YOU AHAHAHAHAHASSHOHOHOHOLES! AHAHAHAHA!" you cursed, "FUHUHUHUHUCKING *snort* STAHAHAHAP!"

"Y/N, what did we say about swearing?" Steve questioned.

"SCREHEHEHEHEW YOHOHOHOHOU! STAHAHAHAP *snort* IHIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!"

"You know what we want to hear, Y/N/N~" Bucky cooed.

You growled through your laughter, hating but also loving this at the same time. When you felt tears dot the corners of your eyes, you finally gave in.

"FIHIHIHIHIHINE *snort* OKAHAHAHAY!" you laughed, "I'LL TAHAHAHAHALK! PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEE *snort* NO MOHOHOHORE!"

At once, your brothers stopped the tickling, leaving you breathless. Steve released your wrist and crossed his arms as he sat up. Bucky did the same as he helped you sit up.

"So, what's your crush's name?" Steve asked.

After taking a moment to catch your breath, you groaned.

"I-It's Simon," you began, "Simon Green…"

Your brothers' eyes widened.

"Your classmate from college?" Steve asked.

You only nodded, feeling your cheeks burn from embarrassment.

"Aww, Y/N, that's so cute," Bucky said, "You guys look really cute together."

You groaned as you covered your burning face with your hands. Steve chuckled as he patted your back. You then looked up at your brothers with a flustered face but daggers in your eyes.

"Swear to me that you will not tell him if he ever comes to visit," you said, "If you do, there will be hell to pay."

"Ooh, what's lil' Y/N/N gonna do?" Bucky teased.

You gave the Winter Soldier a dangerous look, one that Natasha taught you while you were training with her. The look alone made Bucky shut up.

"Message received." he said, feeling his heart sink into his stomach.

You nodded before giving Steve the same look. Captain America held up his hands in defense.

"Noted," Steve said, "We won't tell."

With a nod, you grabbed your phone and left your room. Steve and Bucky glanced at each other and burst into laughter.

"She's adorable." Steve said.

"Well, she's our little sister." Bucky said.

Some months passed, and Simon visited you to hang out with you and your brothers. At the beginning of the afternoon, the four of you played Mario Kart and Poker. As Bucky shuffled the cards for another game, you got up to use the restroom. When you were out of sight, the brothers glanced at your crush.

"So, Simon, what do you think of Y/N?" Steve asked.

"Well, she's a nice girl," Simon said, "Really funny and very passionate about her work. She's kind and strong-willed. I'm guessing she got that from you two, right?"

The super soldiers chuckled at the compliment.

"Well, what if I told you there was a little secret our dear little sister has been keeping from you these past few months." Bucky whispered.

Simon raised a brow with a slight grin. Steve glanced at his friend and shook his head, to which Bucky just winked.

"Oh? And what's that?" Simon asked.

"She's deathly ticklish, especially below her ribs," Bucky said, "If you even poke her there, she'll snort."

Simon's face broke into a surprised smile.

"Shut the hell up, no way." Simon said.

"It's true," Steve said, relieved Bucky didn't say anything else, "If she's ever being a sourpuss or being sassy, give her a quick tickle, and she'll straighten up right away."

Simon hummed in thought with an evil grin.

"I'll keep that in mind." Simon said.

When you came back, the boys all glanced at you with mischief glittering in their eyes.

"Did I miss something?" you asked.

"Oh, nothing, Y/N," Simon said, "Your brothers just told me a very juicy secret."

Your eyes widened before glaring daggers at your brothers. You slammed the table and stood up with anger in your eyes.

"YOU TOLD HIM I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM!?" you yelled.

When you realized what you said, you quickly covered your mouth.

"Nope, but you did." Bucky said, wearing a shit-eating grin.

Steve turned to his friend, lightly slapped his chest, and shook his head. Simon stared at you with rosy cheeks.

"Y-You like me?" he asked.

Overwhelmed, you let out a sob before running out of the living room to your room, slamming the door behind you.

"Y/N, wait!" Simon said, jogging after you.

Steve groaned before glaring at Bucky.

"Care to explain?" Steve asked.

"Give it time." Bucky said, setting the cards down.

You clutched your head as you paced around your room and sobbed.

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm such a fucking idiot!" you cursed, "Damn, damn, damn!"

You growled before punching your wall, not stopping until you made a dent. You panted and slumped to the ground, letting out a soft sob as you leaned your head against the wall. Then, there was a soft knock at your door.

"Go away…" you sobbed.

"Y/N, it's Simon," your crush said, "Can I come in?"

You breathed out a sigh before humming a yes. When Simon walked into your room, his heart ached when he saw you slumped against the wall on the floor. When the young man sat beside you, silence fell between you.

"Are you okay?" Simon asked, breaking the silence.

You shook your head.

"You really have a crush on me?" Simon asked.

Another beat of silence passed before you nodded your head. Simon chuckled.

"I'm flattered, Y/N," Simon said.

"But you don't reciprocate." you said.

"…What?"

What you said made tears well in your eyes.

"You're flattered but don't reciprocate, do you?" you asked.

The young man sighed before gently turning your face to him.

"I do reciprocate." he said, his cheeks turning red.

Your entire face flushed.

"Y-You do?" you asked.

"I do," Simon said, "I've liked you for a while now, just never knew how to tell you."

What Simon said made you smile. Your smile soon faltered before looking away from him.

"You're only saying that to make me feel better." you said, hugging your knees to your chest.

Simon frowned; he hated seeing you so sad. He breathed out a heavy sigh before turning your face to him again. Then, he placed a loving kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened before they closed blissfully, savoring the kiss. Simon's soft lips made you feel like you were on cloud 9. When you parted, Simon smiled.

"Do you believe me now?" he asked.

You chuckled before kissing Simon again, smiling when you felt his lips curve upward.

"Now I do." you said, breaking the kiss.

Simon smiled before he embraced you in a tight hug. You felt happy tears stream down your cheeks as you returned the gesture, melting in your friend's embrace. When Simon broke the hug, he placed his hands on your shoulders and stared into your eyes.

"I really like you, Y/N," Simon said, his cheeks turning red, "W-Would you… would you be willing… to go out with me?"

The question was so sudden. You felt yourself smile and nod.

"Yes, yes I would!" you said happily.

Simon smiled and hugged you again, and you gladly returned the gesture. Leaning against the doorframe, your brothers smiled at you and Simon.

"That was your plan all along, huh?" Steve questioned.

"Yup," Bucky answered, "And it worked perfectly."

#tickle fic #avengers fic #mcu #x fem!reader #x female y/n #fic request

[whumperooni]

Scorched

Pairing: Enji x Reader

Word count: 7.2k

Tags/Warnings: A/B/O; tw breeding kink; tw noncon/dubcon; tw angst/no happy ending; rough sex; tw dumbification (i think?)

A/N: Uhhh, this ended up a lot different than I originally intended. I might do a rewrite in the future/alternate ending? Who knows! Sorry for the angst at the end;;;;

“....Natsuo? Are you- are you sure this is really okay?” You feel bad for asking, but you can’t help letting the question slip out- it feels so...not wrong per say, but it feels so very much like you’re intruding as you look at the looming Todoroki estate. It’s so big- fancy and traditional, beautiful and intimidating- and you bite your lip in worry as you eye it, grip your suitcase tighter. Someone like you doesn’t belong in a place so grand. “Of course it’s okay! Fuyumi was psyched when I told her you were gonna stay the weekend with us!” Natsuo pops his head out from the trunk of the cab and he sends an easy grin your way- sweet, but doing little to ease your nerves. “But, um…what about your dad?” you mumble, shuffling in place and sending the home in front of you an anxious glance. “I don’t think...I don’t think he’d want some random stranger-” “It’s fine.” It’s curt, his voice. Cold. You flinch from it and guilt pokes at you- you know your friend has...issues with his father (though he won’t really talk about them) and you feel bad about bringing up someone that upsets him. (Though, it is a fair question- the house belongs to Enji Todoroki. And you really don’t want to get on the number one hero’s bad side.) You bite your lip, head ducking, and miss the way that Natsuo’s eyes soften at your submittance. You do catch the sigh he lets out, though, and the way his hand falls to the top of your head. He offers another smile- something smaller and a little tired, somewhat less easy than the first- and he pets your hair with a gentle touch that almost has you purring. “It’s fine,” he tells you- softer and without the ice from before. “I promise. Dad is never home and, well, even if he does come home, it’ll be okay. It’s really no big deal.” You doubt that, but you don’t protest anymore- you just nod your head like a good girl and offer him a hesitant smile in return. “Okay, Natsuo,” you mumble. You force your smile a little bigger and take a breath, nod again. “Besides, we’re already here.” When your smile grows this time, it’s more natural. “And I can’t possibly pass up your sister’s famous cooking.” Natsuo grins and he ruffles your hair, grabs your suitcase before pulling away. “C’mon then- Fuyumi’s waitin’ for us.” You huff, but you follow after him- smiling just a little to yourself despite the nerves quietly jittering and fading away underneath your skin. You have always wondered what Natsuo’s family home looks like. And you’ve really wanted to meet Fuyumi after hearing so much about her from her brother. She seems nice, enthusiastic and you really do want to get to know someone that’s so important to your friend- it’ll be nice to finally meet her. You smile at the thought and step through the gateway and onto the Todoroki estate. You immediately seize up and freeze. Everything smells like...cinnamon whiskey. Cigars. Hot metal. Scorching, fierce, searing heat. It smells like alpha. (It smells good.) “...you okay?” You startle- eyes wide and hands shaking. You hadn’t realized that you had stopped- hadn’t realized that you had frozen up like a newly presented omega smelling an alpha for the first time. You touch the scent blocker plastered to your neck and breathe in deep through your mouth, try to gather yourself before Natsuo can worry even more. (What a pathetic, embarrassing response. You’ve been presented for so long now- you should be used to these things. You shouldn’t be frozen and startled with beads of sweat prickling at your hairline, your heart pounding in a frenzy against your rib cage. ….but god, though, that scent is something else- faint now that you’ve gotten used to it but still so...so… So striking. Just a whiff had frozen you in place and you know it’s just from the way Enji-san has marked the territory with a fierce, protective nature but, still, that’s remarkable. A little scary. It makes you nervous over how you’d react if you ran into the real thing.) You gulp and your fingers press tighter against your neck, push at your blocker as if it’ll make it work even better. ...you should probably take another suppressor soon. (You really hope they’ll withstand Endeavor if he comes home.) A shaky breath and you force a smile on your face, wrap your arms around yourself as you take a trembling step forward. “S-Sorry,” you apologize, a breathless laugh leaving you. It sounds quivering and overwhelmed- something so embarrassing. You fluster and hurry forward until you’re by Natsuo’s side, look up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “I’m okay.” He eyes you, puzzled, and you feel a rush of gratitude that he’s a beta- that he can’t catch your overwhelmed scent that’s flared up at his father’s own scent. (You can only imagine how well that would go if he were to find out.) “I’m fine, I promise,” you tell him more earnestly. You wrap your hands around his arm and flash him a big smile, hope that’s enough to erase his worry. “Let’s hurry so we can settle in and I can meet your big sis, huh?” Natsuo eyes you, but he nods and starts walking, tugs you along toward the waiting home. “Yeah, come on,” he says with a faint smile. “Let’s go.” You walk with him and try to ignore the fluttering in your chest, the way a scalding scent is swirling around you. ~~~~~~~~~~~ “Natsuo, I can’t believe it took so long for you to bring her here!” Natsuo grins, hand rubbing the back of his neck, and you duck your head with a smile as Fuyumi wraps you up in a quick hug. She smells nice- like vanilla and spiced oranges- and it’s almost a disappointment when she pulls away to smile down at you. “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she tells you- warm and cheery. “Natsuo’s told me so much about you!” You blush- you can’t help it- and you gently elbow Natsuo in the side whenever he laughs. “He’s told me a lot about you too,” you say- maybe just a little shy but smiling all the same. “Fuyumi, I’m gonna go put her stuff in the guest room,” Natsuo pipes up. “Is dinner almost done?” Fuyumi nods and Natsuo grins- pleased as punch as he begins to walk away. You remember your need for suppressants and quickly reach a hand to grab onto Natsuo’s jacket, look up at him with sheepish eyes whenever he cocks a brow your way. “I, um, need something from my suitcase,” you tell him- trying not to let stray embarrassment show on your face. “I’ll go with you.” He just shrugs and you scamper after him- waving to Fuyumi with a little smile. The house is big- bigger than you had realized. It’s as nice on the inside as it is on the outside- very traditional and very simplistic, elegant. You can tell that everything is expensive and well taken care of on top of that. It’s nothing like the little house in the ‘burbs that you grew up in and, honestly, you would be lying if you said you weren’t in awe as you followed Natsuo throughout his family home. It’s so nice. You feel guilty for being in it for some reason- like your presence is going to somehow dirty such an immaculate, dignified home. It’s a ridiculous feeling, but you still find yourself sticking closer to Natsuo than you normally would, you find your hands curling up against your chest as you walk so they don’t brush against anything. “My room is just across the hall,” Natsuo informs you, pointing ahead. “So if ya need anything, you can knock.” You nod when he looks at you and eye his room in interest whenever he looks away. You’re kind of curious over what your friend’s room looks like- it’s nosey, maybe, but you can’t help but want to peek your head in and poke around. The room that Natsuo shows you to is plain- nice but plain; clearly a guest room. It’s going to be strange sleeping on a futon- you’ve always had a bed-, but somehow you’re kind of excited for it. It’s a little...novel? A new experience. “The bathroom’s down the hall on the left,” Natsuo tells you as he sets your suitcase down. You nod and he stretches his arms high above his head, shows off a sliver of a toned stomach that you politely avert your eyes from. “I’ll give you some time to settle in and then we’ll join Fuyumi for dinner?” You nod, smiling at him, and hum out a little, “Yeah, that sounds good.” Natsuo smiles in return and then he turns to leave. As soon as the door is closed behind him, you rush to your suitcase and unlock it with fumbling, clumsy hands. Enji-san’s scent is stronger inside the house- you absolutely need to make sure you take your suppressants. You paw through your suitcase looking for the little bottle of pills, getting frantic when it’s not in the side pocket you thought you had put it in. It’s not stuffed underneath your clothes or in your makeup bag either and you start to panic then, empty your suitcase onto the floor to sift through everything. It’s...it’s not there. How is it not there? An upset noise claws its way up your throat and you turn from your suitcase and toward your purse. There’s an emergency little pill case in there, but it only has two suppressants- enough for tonight and tomorrow. Not enough if Enji-san comes home. Hand clenching around the case, you swallow hard and try to calm down. Natsuo said that his father shouldn’t come home this weekend- that he’s rarely ever home. It should be fine; you should be okay. If...if he comes home, you’ll just have to make an excuse and leave. Or try to bear it- though you really doubt you’ll be able to. God, maybe you should ask Fuyumi if she has any? They won’t be near strong enough for you, but in a pinch… You’d have to explain why you need them, though, and that’s almost as embarrassing as Natsuo finding out that your oversensitive omegan senses are prickling in instinctual interest at his father’s territorial scent. God, being a fecund is such a pain. You whine to yourself softly- cheeks flushed in guilt and hand hurting from holding onto the pill case so tight. It’s an embarrassing situation, but it’s your fault for forgetting your suppressants at home so you’re just going to have to suck it up and deal with it. (And pray that the number one hero is kept busy chasing criminals all night long) You swallow and tuck your pills back into your purse, begin to put everything back into your suitcase. It’ll be okay, you tell yourself. He’s not going to come home. I’m going to be okay. Nervously, you tidy up after yourself and try to pretend that there’s nothing wet between your legs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “-and now my class is not allowed to have pencil grips.” You giggle, not able to help it, and hide it behind your hand, smile at Natsuo whenever he shoots you a grin. Fuyumi is unexpectedly funny- you’re really enjoying yourself. (Even with your nerves still so frayed and your instincts still trying to react to Enji-san’s strong, strong scent.) You swallow, smile wavering, and hide it with a quick drink of wine. The Todoroki’s have very good wine- of course they do. It’s a luxury for you to enjoy- you usually end up grabbing the cheapest bottle from the corner store; you hardly ever get to enjoy something top shelf. You take another sip of the wine and blush whenever Fuyumi looks over you, set it down hastily. She doesn’t say anything- only smiles gently- and that helps you relax back down, gets you smiling back at her- albeit a bit abashedly. You hope that she hasn’t picked up on your stress- it would be much, much too embarrassing if your best friend’s older sister knew that you were battling against the way their father’s scent is trying to pull you into need. “Aren’t you taking them on a field-” A trilling ring cuts Natsuo off and he huffs at that, checks his phone and then smiles apologetically at you both. “Sorry, that’s my lab mate,” he explains. “I gotta take this- we’re working on a group project.” You nod along with Fuyumi and Natsuo gets up and walks out of the room- leaving you alone with his older sister and a quick ripple of nerves that has your fingers curling into your palms. There’s quiet for a moment and you bite your lip in a sudden whip of shyness, take another sip of wine. Fuyumi merely watches and smiles at you, fingers her own glass. “Are you alright?” she asks, just a bit softly. She tucks her hair behind her ear whenever you blink at the question, bites her lip and looks almost guilty for a moment. “I, um, I know that it can be a little jarring coming here for the first time. Dad kind of...well, he kind of gets carried away with marking his territory…” Oh, fuck. You choke on your spit as your eyes widen and Fuyumi hastily raises her hands, blushes as she waves them around. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want to bring it up, but I know that it can be hard to deal with and I’m sure that Natsuo didn’t warn you! And, well, you’re a fecund so it’s worse for you and I just- I just wanted to make sure you’re okay!” Natsuo told her? Embarrassment, shame runs through you and you have to bite your lip to hide a noise that wants to sound, you dig your nails into your thighs as upset washes over you. You don’t like telling people that you’re a fecund. You don’t like people knowing that you’re such a weak, pathetic thing. Who else has he told? Worry ripples through you and there’s an undercurrent of betrayal; Natsuo knows how hard you try to keep your status a secret and it hurts that he spilled it- even if it was just to his older sister. Fuyumi must be able to see the upset on your face- her own expression softens and there’s regret in it, something apologetic in her eyes. She doesn’t seem to be judging you or looking down on you and it helps, a little, but you still can’t quite reel in your frustration despite your instinctual efforts to do so. Great- now you’ve made things uncomfortable. Good going, idiot. Your lips quiver and you force a smile to form, clench your hands into fists tight enough to make all your fingers ache. “I…” You have to clear your throat to compose yourself, keep the hurt and shame from your voice. “I...I’m okay.” There’s a flicker of disbelief in her eyes, but it disappears quickly and your cheeks burn as her gaze turns pitying. “...if you need anything, please let me know,” Fuyumi tells you gingerly, kindly. It should be comforting, but it only brings more embarrassment and you hate yourself a little bit for not feeling grateful like you should. “Dad shouldn’t...he shouldn’t be home tonight. And, um, if he does come home, it wouldn’t be for long...I- I’ll warn you if he says anything about turning up…” You wince internally and all you can is nod, hang your head as you whisper out a strained, “thank you.” It’s quiet after that, uncomfortable. Fuyumi, for her part, looks guilty but she doesn’t try to say anything more. The silence only gets broken whenever Natsuo returns and you force a smile on your face even if you can’t quite look at him, even as your heart hurts and your nails dig deeper into your palms. You take a long drink of your wine and listen as he starts chattering about his project, stare at the table as worry and upset crowd your mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Several glasses of wine later, your upset is forgotten. Your worry is still there, but it’s blurred under your fuzzy senses, easier to deal with. Or, accept, maybe? It’s hard to say, but you do know that you’re more relaxed- not frantically fighting against Enji-san’s scent but softening into it, letting yourself be tugged slowly into the submissive thing you were born to be. It’s almost comforting now, that simmering scent. You’re starting to feel...hazy. Loose and small but in a good way. Though, that could be from the wine. It could be from the way you’ve found yourself snuggled up and purring against Natsuo’s chest. It’s a good contrast- the toasty scent clouding your senses and your best friend’s cool, soothing touch. You’re not overwhelmed by one or the other and it’s easier to maintain yourself when you can press your flushed cheek against Natsuo’s shoulder, burrow your nose into his neck and inhale his neutral, cleansing scent. A purr works its way through you and you curl your fingers into Natsuo’s shirt, knead at the fabric and look up at him with half-shut eyes. He’s flushed, like you, and there’s a content smile on his face, something in his eyes that you can’t put a name to. He looks happy. That’s good- you want him to be happy. Your purr ups its tempo and Natsuo laughs a little- though you’re not sure why. His hand smooths over your hair and a chirp slips from your lips whenever it travels down to your back, starts to rub slow, cool circles along you. “You’re so soft right now,” Natsuo mumbles. “I’ve never seen you like this…” He hasn’t? Oh, you suppose not… You hum and let your eyes shut, sigh contently when the arm wrapped around your waist holds you a bit more snug to him. Like this, you can almost forget your hurt from before. Almost. You shake your head against him as you feel your upset try to bubble to the surface, curl your fingers tighter into his shirt. You don’t want to be upset and stressed again. You just- you just want to relax. You just want to keep feeling nice and dreamy and a little thick. The sound of footsteps has your eyes creaking open and you blink slowly toward Fuyumi when you spot her in the doorway of Natsuo’s room. She looks...worried? You don’t know why, feel guilty over it for some reason. When you chirp softly at her, her brows furrow and you nearly get up to take her by the hand, draw her into your nest so you can nuzzle her until her worry goes away. Nest...no, wait, no. It’s not a nest you’re in- it’s Natsuo’s futon. His big, comfy futon with its cool sheets and soft pillows, fluffy padding. How did you get into his futon again? (How much did you drink?) You blink again, a little confused, and miss the way Fuyumi bites her lip, the way she hugs herself and casts a nervous look Natsuo’s way. “Natsuo…” You feel him shift underneath you and that rocks your world a bit, has your eyes shutting once more. You don’t catch the words she whispers or what Natsuo says in return, but you do feel the way Natsuo hugs you a little closer whenever Fuyumi’s so very pleasing scent drifts away and it gets drowned out by Enji-san’s so very dominating one. Cool fingers brush against your cheek and slip along your jawline, down under your chin. You whine, softly, whenever Natsuo tilts your head up to look up at him and blink heavily under his scrutinizing gaze. Why is he looking at you like that? “...are you okay?” he asks, after a few seconds of silence. Your head tilts in question and Natsuo huffs gently. “...when was your...when was your last heat?” Your last heat? You can’t remember your last heat, not really. It was drugged and fuzzy, horrible with your leaden limbs and the way you were all alone without an alpha. You’ve...you’ve never had an alpha during your heat. You’ve never had an alpha at all, actually. But- but there’s an alpha here. You can smell him. He’d take care of you- he should be taking care of you. Where is he- where is- Your lashes flutter with furious blinks and a sharp inhale has you almost choking on the scent cloying your senses. You shiver and nearly scratch Natsuo as you grip at his shirt tighter, flush in muffled embarrassment when you vaguely realize where your mind was going. Oh...oh you shouldn’t have drank so much. The moment of clarity helps to jar your mind into something almost functioning and you shudder, squeeze your eyes shut so you don’t have to see your best friend’s concern. “Natsuo...I…” You trail off, swallow back a whine that wants to sound. “Can you...my purse...I have- need to take my suppressor…” You feel the deep breath he takes, feel the way his arm around you tightens. There’s a swallow from Natsuo- audible and something that has you feeling guilty- and then his hand pats your hair, he moves to sit up. “Yeah...yeah. Give me a sec.” You don’t want to move. You don’t want to let him up- you were so comfortable before. But your clarity is lingering and you know that you need him to fetch your pills for you, you know that you can’t sink further into this. (Stupid girl, how could you weaken so much?) Reluctantly, you sit up and out of the way. The smile that Natsuo gives you is a little strained, but the way he ruffles your hair is kind, gentle. When he gets up, you move to curl against the pillows and that’s when you feel something slick on your thighs, that’s when you realize that your panties are wet. When did that happen? Did- did Natsuo know? Did Fuyumi know? You don’t- you don’t understand- when- Embarrassment claws its way out of you in the form of a whimper and shame chases after it- panic, too. You swipe at the slick on your thighs almost frantically and whine as you try to scrub it away, tear up in drunken upset. Humiliating. You manage to rub the tears away before Natsuo comes back, but you’re not quite able to get your wobbling bottom lip under control. He startles in the doorway when he sees you and you hang your head in shame, don’t look at him whenever he passes a small pill and a glass of water to you. The water is soothing, at least. The pill is soothing, too- you know it’ll kick in soon and you’ll be able to gain control of yourself, pull back from the path you were wandering down. Natsuo sits quietly beside you as you drain the glass and you sniffle your embarrassment, hunch your shoulders tight. “...’m sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t...I don’t…” Natsuo’s arm wraps around you and his hand finds the side of your head, gently pushes you until you’re leaned up against him. “...it’s okay,” he sighs out. You flinch because you know it’s not okay- it’s not okay at all. You’ve ruined things. “You’re not- you’re not going into heat are you?” You wince and you shake your head, hide your face against his broad shoulder. It’s not a lie...you think. It’s just- you’ve just been overwhelmed is all. Overwhelmed and drunk. You’re not- of course you’re not. You can’t be… You grip the glass tight between your hands and shake your head against him, let out a shivery exhale. “I just...I just drank too much,” you mumble. “‘M sorry, Natsuo…” He sighs again, big hand moving to pet over your hair. The cool kiss he gives to your temple is a surprise and soft noise leaves you when his lips press to you, your tension unwinds whenever he nuzzles against you. “You don’t have to apologize,” he tells you- firm but so kind, so sweet. His lips find your temple again and something in you squirms, another soft noise bubbles up and out of your throat. “...are you okay staying here tonight? If you want, I can-” You shake your head before he can finish the suggestion. Even if you’re still fuzzy and drunk, you can’t let yourself be a further burden on your friend, his family- you’re going to have to just make it through the night here and deal with any embarrassment in the morning. ...you hope Natsuo won’t look down on you when you wake. “I-I’m okay,” you insist- words stumbled, fumbled. “I’m fine. Just- just drank too much.” You lift your head and force a smile on your face, grip the glass tight once more as you try not to tremble at the sight of his furrowed brow, his worried frown. Natsuo’s hand finds your cheek and you shudder at the touch, press into his palm and try to cling to your clarity. “I’m okay,” you repeat- softer and with lowered lashes. You reach up to touch his hand and press it more against his cheek, bite your lip when his eyes widen and then soften. “I promise…” He stares down at you and you blink up at him. It’s quiet quiet quiet until Natsuo breathes in deep, gives a small nod. “Okay...I...okay…” He breathes in deep again and you let your hand drop, close your eyes whenever his moves from you as well. “Do you want...do you want to watch a movie or something?” Natsuo suggests- awkward, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. You nod because, yes, that does sound nice and, honestly, what else can you do? Natsuo moves to get comfortable and you hesitate for a moment before creeping close to him, curling up against his chest. The arm he wraps around you is firm, helps you believe that maybe he doesn’t think you’re a gross and pathetic thing. You don’t want Natsuo to think you’re gross. You don’t want him to think you’re pathetic. Natsuo puts a movie on and you close your eyes, curl your fingers into his shirt. He pets over you and you try to sink into the softness from before, avoid drowning too much in it. You drift off- dizzy and still washed over in shame, still wet between your thighs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...thirsty. Eyes creaking open, lips parting with a croak, you peel yourself off of Natsuo and rub your eyes with shaking hands. Thirsty. Hungry. Hot. You fumble out of the futon and Natsuo doesn’t stir, doesn’t move as you crawl away from him and stand on weak legs. Feels...you feel… ...fuzzy? You shiver and hug yourself, find your palms wet whenever they touch against your arms. Hot and cold. Doesn’t- doesn’t make sense. You’re- you’re- Thirsty. Hungry. Hot. Cold. Fuzzy. ...lonely? But Natsuo is still there...you shouldn’t be...but...he’s not- he’s not… You shake your head and rub your hands over your arms, look back toward the hallway. You’re just...you just need...you just need some water. That’s it...that’s- that’s all you need… You squeeze your eyes shut tight until stars spark up behind your lids, breathe in deep to try to clear your head. ...you’re fine. You just need some water. Another deep breath and you head toward the kitchen, dig your fingers deeper into your arms. Is it hotter in the house? It takes a moment for you to find the glasses. You try to be as quiet as you can, but your hands won’t stop shaking for reasons you don’t want to think about it. It’s...it’s hard to think anyway. Why is it so hard to think? You fill the glass with cold water and wince when your trembling hand causes droplets to splash onto you, wet your digits. You down the water faster than you have ever done before, fill the glass back up as soon as you’re done. You’re still so thirsty. You’re still so hot. Does...does it smell more like cinnamon too? Does it...can you taste whiskey on your tongue? A soft noise works its way up your throat and your lashes flutter, your thighs press together. You clutch at the counter when your knees threaten to buckle, spill the water into the sink at the sound of heavy footsteps. What...who… You whimper and turn your head toward the doorway- movements so sluggish and a gasp catching in your throat, sweat beading along your hairline. Enji-san- Enji- alpha- Flames lick into the kitchen and you slump against the counter, whimper once more as turquoise eyes stare you down. What is he- he’s not supposed to- he’s- “Al- alpha…” Enji takes a step toward you and your knees buckle, your nails scratch against the counter as you desperately try to keep yourself upright. Not supposed to be here. He’s not- he’s not- why is he- alpha- alpha- alpha smells so good- Your lashes flutter and your head tilts back with a moan, your mind clouds over even as panic pricks through you. Enji takes another step and a growl breaks through the quiet of the room, his shoe sole scorches a mark into the beautiful floor. “Who,” he rumbles out, “are you?” Your palm slips from the counter and your legs tremble, you start to fall to your knees. A thick arm wraps around your waist and drags you back up before you can hit the floor, crushes you against a broad chest. You go limp in the hold and shudder whenever fingers tilt your head up to look at him, whine softly as they splay down and brush over your throat. They’re so...they’re so warm. Big. Thick. Such nice fingers, so wonderful. You want them in you. You want alpha to- to- Oh, god, what are you thinking? A growl answers the whimper that leaves you and you whine, weakly reach a hand to his chest to try to push yourself away. “Behave.” Your hand falls. His scent flares. Your lashes grow wet and his hold on you tightens, his eyes grow darker. His fingers roam over your neck and your own twitch, your chest hitches with little pants and gasps. You don’t quite realize he’s found your scent blocker until it’s peeled off and a groan is leaving him and, by then, there’s nothing you can do about it. There’s nothing you want to do about it. (But you do- you do! He’s- he’s Natsuo’s- you can’t- you can’t!!!) A snarl sounds and you squirm at it, mewl whenever you’re dragged up higher and his nose glances along your jaw, drags down to bury against your scent glands. “Fecund.” The word reverberates against your heated flesh and it’s accompanied by rough fingers digging into you, hot air fanning over your throat. Tears leak down your cheeks, but you can’t tell if it’s from overwhelming need or from fear. Both, maybe, but how can you decide on that when your whole body is trembling, when your senses are flooded with a spicy scent, when your cunt is dripping with your slick. Teeth graze over your scent glands and you whine, grip at broad shoulders and cling to your best friend’s father. You’re thrown over one of those shoulders before you can tell what’s happening and left gasping, scratching along Enji’s back and whining whenever his hand smacks against your ass. “Alpha!” A snarl is all you get in response. You’re carried through the house- down the hallway, past the guest room, past Natsuo’s bedroom. Shades of shame have more tears dripping down your cheeks and you sob as you’re hauled off past your sleeping friend, tremble as you try to rock against Enji in search for some pathetic pleasure you so desperately need. Is alpha taking you to your nest? You want- you wanna be in your nest. You wanna- you wanna be- A door gets flung open and you’re dropped onto a futon, left blinking stupidly up at Enji as he brackets himself over you and bares his teeth. He’s so big. So- so big. Perfect for taking care of you, perfect for protecting you, perfect for breeding you. You chirp at the thought and reach up to him, purr whenever he grabs your hand and presses his nose against your wrist. “Fuck...” It’s ragged, rough. Makes something tingle up your spine. Your purr rumbles louder at it and you coo when his teeth scrape against your wrist, whenever his hand reaches to your waist and pins you down. Alpha is so strong. Why were you...why were you worried before? You can’t remember… “Alpha,” you mumble- only half-aware of it, not quite able to see him as your head lolls and your back arches. “Want...want…” Enji groans against you and his scent doubles down, his grip on your waist becomes bruising. Hurts but it’s- it’s okay- alpha can- alpha can do whatever he wants. “Needy,” Enji growls, hand pushing up your shirt. You nod, whining, and he snarls- chest heaving and pupils tiny pinpricks, flames blooming feverishly. “Good mate.” Pleasure flares all throughout and you whimper as slick gushes from you, as your pussy throbs with your need, with the giddy joy and sheer thrill of being praised by such a strong alpha. Tears have your vision blurry and they bead over your lashes, drip and sear down your cheeks as you smile and shake. Good mate. You want...you want to be a good mate for alpha. Your alpha. A big hand rips your shirt off- Enji’s impatience tearing it to shreds and the fabric digging tight into your skin as he yanks it off and makes it into so many pieces. Your bra is reduced to cinders and the cry you let out from the heat only makes Enji snarl, only has him gripping your breasts with callused hands and giving a rough squeeze. “Tender little morsel,” he growls- brilliant eyes glazing over and a sizzling slather of drool gathering between his teeth. “Mine. Been so long- going to- fuck! Going to breed-” He cuts himself off with another snarl and you sob, reach up with shaking hands to grip at his shirt, desperately try to yank him down closer to you. “Ple- please! Alpha! Breed! Need- want pups! Your pups- Alpha! Alpha! Al-” (No- no- yes! Yes! NO! What are you saying? You can’t- you can’t- You want to be full so bad.) Tears stream down your cheeks as you choke on your pleading words. Enji doesn’t pay attention except to growl and bare his teeth at you, incinerate your shorts and panties. A whimper crawls from your throat as you're burned and marked, but the pain is forgotten when his teeth find your neck and his drool gets spread along it, when your legs are forced into an aching sprawl and he grinds himself mindlessly against your dripping cunt. Feels- feels good. Hurts so much. Feels so good. You need him inside you. You whine, speech forgotten and lips and tongue useless, your mind lost and swirling with need you could have never imagined before, would have feared to comprehend. It’s so hot and thoughts are truly gone from you now- all that’s left is instinct and need, the base and feral desire to be fucked and used and bred- for your purpose as a fecund to be fulfilled. (Why were you ever ashamed of your status? This is what you were born for- this is what’s bringing you such a pure happiness that you’re weeping and shaking and crying out) You don’t protest whenever your limp body is flipped over- just snivel and whine and rock your hips back against Enji- against Alpha. There’s no prep or build up or easing into it- Enji shoves his cock into you and you’re left screaming as pain and bliss sear through you in rough, overwhelming streaks. You collapse completely underneath him and come on his cock- blood dripping down along with your slick, your thick and honeyed juices. The lick to your neck helps soothe the pain and you mewl, allow your head to loll to offer your throat to him. Enji’s neverending growl deepens as his teeth scrape against your scent glands and his fingers bruise into your hips whenever you weakly clench around him, try to rock your hips despite the sting and stretch his cock brings, despite the way you’re aching so badly that you won’t be able to move tomorrow or the day after that. That’s okay, though- alpha will take care of you. Alpha...alpha will take care of you. You need him to take care of you. You can’t do anything without alpha. Enji’s hips draw back and you whine frantically at the thought of him withdrawing from you, claw at the futon and whimper out pleading, wordless mewls. You can’t have him pull away and leave you empty- you need him buried inside of you, you need him to keep you filled and full. Never leave you empty- always keep you full- you need it- you need it! Enji slams himself back into you fully and you sob as you’re filled completely again- body jarring forward with the force and his teeth tightening and digging deep into your throat. The growl that reverberates against your flesh has your body tightening, your claws tearing into soft padding. They rip through the fabric as his hips buffet against you harder and harder and tiny feathers begin to fly through the air, stick to your sweat soaked body as alpha fucks and fucks and fucks you. Through your blurred vision, it looks like snow swirling in the air- impossible coolness despite the heat burning through the room. You coo dreamily, blearily and something scratches in your mind, claws against the pleasure that dulls the pain and has all your senses so broken and drugged. Snow...cool...there’s someone- there’s a reason you shouldn’t be- who- Flaring flames scorch the feathers to ash and you shudder as they lick close to your skin, squeeze and spasm around the thick cock that’s shaping you into Enji’s perfect little hole to breed. (If he doesn’t burn you to a crisp first.) You whimper as he grunts, drip tears and cum and sweat. It’s too much. It’s not enough. You need more. You need his- you need alpha’s- you need- you need- “Kn- knot! S- seed!” The plea scratches out of your throat in a choked sob- hoarse and whiny, so needy and garbled. It’s loud enough that it covers the sound of running steps, desperate enough to make Enji roar out and shove your face into the futon, shove you down so low that your vision is halved by padding and tears as he spears his cock into you again and again and again- swelling knot catching on your slick, sore hole. Your cunt clenches down- gummy insides so desperate to be sprayed and stuffed with his scorching seed- and you’re left drooling over the futon- lashes fluttering and eyes threatening to roll back as begs get caught in your throat and stuttered out in pathetic, broken moans. Please please please wanna be filled wanna be filled so bad need seed need alpha to come need alpha to fill me alpha give me pups alpha breed me alpha please let me give you pups alpha breed your omega alpha breed your bitch alpha alpha alpha ALPHA ALPHA ALPHA- “ALPHA!” Enji comes and it hurts- his seed searing and blistering your insides, his knot slamming and sealing the boiling cum firmly in your spasming, screaming, creaming cunt. You’re yanked up by the hair and his teeth find your neck as you sob, break through your tender flesh as he marks you from the inside out. Tears drip down your cheeks and down your throat, mix with the blood that bubbles and beads through his teeth and past his lips. Hurts- hurts. But- but alpha came- alpha filled you. Alpha bred you. So you’re happy- so happy. A gurgling, broken coo sounds from you and you smile even as you tremble and fall so limp against Enji- smile even as Natsuo and Fuyumi run into the bedroom. Alpha growls against you- content- and a weak mewl leaves you when his tongue licks over his claim, when his scent falls heavy to begin to soothe you, tamp down the pain that is threatening to break you from your fog. “What did you- what did you- WHAT DID YOU DO?!” “Dad! You can’t! Why-” You clench around Enji and whimper at the intruders, twitch and shudder as your lashes flutter to a close. Want- want more- need alpha to- need him to breed you more… You pass out as Enji’s growl turns violent, as Fuyumi clamps a hand over her mouth and sobs over your blistered body and swollen stomach, as Natsuo screams his horror and rushes toward Enji- ice coating his hands and melting from the fierce heat of the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Alpha...when is alpha…I need him...when is coming home...?” “...soon. Rest now.” A mewl sounds and Natsuo’s heart breaks as he watches you snuggle down into your nest, tears threaten to sting at his eyes whenever you chirp softly at him, burrow your nose into one of his father’s sweaters. You’re so big. Soft and full and stupid. His best friend- his first one true love- has been reduced to nothing but a dumb little omega- a helpless thing who can’t do anything more than chirp and mewl for your alpha- for Enji. This is all his fault. He should have never brought you here. He should have known better. How could he be so stupid? Natsuo grits his teeth and clenches his hands- unable to turn his head from the way you curl around the small bump in your stomach that’s growing larger and larger each day. All he had wanted was to bring you home. All he had wanted was to introduce you to Fuyumi. All he had wanted was to spend time with you, hold you close and gather the courage to whisper his feelings to you. And now...now that’s all gone. The chance has been crushed to bits and he only gets this with you- watching over you and making sure you’re healthy, seeing the way his father’s seed is growing inside of you. He’s going to have another brother or sister. He hates it. He hates Enji. He hates you. ...he hates himself. He should have never brought you here. He should have whisked you away whenever Fuyumi whispered her nervous worries. He should have done so many things. A sigh leaves you- soft and content, sleepy as you run your hands over your stomach. Natsuo finally turns away and he leaves the room- tears wetting his lashes and the tiny shards of his broken heart shattering even smaller. He misses his best friend. He wishes he had never dragged you into his life. Natsuo heads to his room and you stay in your nest- smiling as you drift off, mind blank and all your screaming thoughts of your future and your fear muted by the scent of cinnamon whiskey and cigar smoke, hot metal and searing heat.

#enji todoroki x reader #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw breeding kink #rooni's shit

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[Drabble Prompts: The Ghost and molly McGee] Daryl offers to help Molly by making sure any close up magic practitioners in Brighton aren’t in a position to bother her. Molly’s… tempted.

"I'm just sayin', sis," Darryl said from across the table, after Molly triumphantly threw yet another magic wand confiscated from a street magician down. Word of her displeasure had quickly begun to seep into the culture, it seemed, and many a brave magician had tried to bring Molly Mcgee something akin to childlike glee. He took the stick and waved it in a circle. "I can make these bozos disappear."

Molly drew back at the familiar motion, hissing. "This is not a joking matter. Don't make me have to Cain and Abel you, Darryl."

Darryl pressed a hand to his chest as if offended. "I'm not joking! Just gimme the word."

"Darryl," Pete warned from the kitchen, halfway through cooking dinner. "We do not threaten... whatever you're threatening in this house."

"Let's go outside," he suggested, nonplussed, holding out a hand. "Maybe talk out some deets."

Molly regarded him with something akin to suspicion. She didn't think Darryl was lying- at least, not about his willingness to commit crimes. He never lied about that. And he certainly wasn't one to cloak his intentions around family- skirt around what he'd done, maybe, but Darryl Mcgee was as honest as troublemakers came. "Why?" she asked finally. "What did magicians do to you?"

Darryl shrugged. "Eh. They're kinda outdated- you can look their tricks up online." He set the wand down to pat her shoulder, stretching awkwardly across the wood. "'Sides. I like your moxy, kid. I wanna indulge in it. We don't get to bond over committing illegal acts as much as I'd like."

"Molly," Sharon warned, a bit put off by the fact her daughter had yet to refuse.

"Shhhhhh!" said Scratch, pressing a ghostly finger to her face. The specter had watched the conversation with unrestrained glee, darting back and forth between them like a kid playing monkey in the middle with candy. "Are you kidding? This is the best thing I've ever seen in my afterlife. We have to encourage this."

Ghost limbs were a bit slimy and cold, but they were not great mufflers. Sharon glared at him and spoke with relative ease. "Don't make me ground you too."

"What kind of disappearing?" Molly asked, after a pause.

"Molly?" Pete squawked.

"Molly!" Scratch cheered.

"Molly," Darryl hummed. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to."

"But you won't, like... hurt them, right?"

"I can endeavor to try not to," he responded. "Might get a little dicey with all the extra handkerchiefs they're packin'."

"Polka dot handkerchiefs," Scratch whispered eagerly in Molly's ear, a literal devil on her shoulder.

Molly shuddered. "They mock the good name of polka dots."

"My office?" Darryl offered.

"You have an office?"

"I have a lot of things."

Molly looked at him, then Scratch, then the wand. She grabbed his hand with a firm shake. "Let's talk about this somewhere private."

Pete, jaw agape, scrambled to keep his food from burning. "Why do we have such terrifying kids?"

"We're uniquely talented," Darryl argued, smug. "Special little snowflakes. You know how to make Molotov's?"

Molly laughed a little. "Of course I do. How could I not?"

"I love this family," wheezed Scratch, blue hands digging into Molly's shoulderblades.

#Ask #Question Mandar #faithful-grigori #Drabble Prompts #Drabble Prompts Monday #The Ghost and Molly Mcgee #Molly Mcgee #Darryl Mcgee #Pete Mcgee #Sharon Mcgee #Scratch #I fucking LOVE Molly and Darryl's sibling dynamic alright #Darryl is a force of chaos and He Loves His Big Sis #He also strikes me as an animated brother who calls Molly sis... specifically bc he thinks it's totally tubular lingo #Like he absolutely is doing it on purpose

[theyscreamjade]

Okay but hear me out! Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, and Dabi with an s/o from the south (Like Texas or Atlanta) and she’s as thick as her accent. She calls em “Baby, Honey, Sugar, Sweetie”: Whatever she calls em, that accent is the cherry on top. Sis got the meals down pat (yes, she will make fried chicken for Bird boy with Mac n cheese and collard greens). Don’t get me started on how she don’t take shit from no one but she’s the sweetest thang they’ve met! 😩

Southern Bell

HONEY! YOU AINT SAY NOTHING BUT. A. WORD! As a Floridian and a BLACK one add that, Imma add some spice to this. I hope you like it.

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Keigo Takami

* Imma be honest with you. IF HE DOESNT MARRY A SOUTHERN WOMAN. I swear!

* This man will be BLESSED TO HAVE YOU! BLESSED.

* I can hear that grease popping now and swoop, there he is. HE. IS. READY. FOR. THAT. CHICKEN!

* You make that smacktastic meals that’ll have him just drooling at the mouth for that buttery goodness of dinner.

* Someone put him on chicken livers and gizzards. (I’m south as hell, I know.)

* Everyone gonna wonder why he’s READY to get back home after work. Cause them greens be calling his name!

* Call him Honey and see what he does. See what he does!

* That little ego of his goes and he’s a blushing man. His wittle burst heart just explodes.

* That attitude though, you’re sweet a sugar but violent as hell. You almost murdered Endeavor because he talked shit about that sweet potato pie.

* Talking about pumpkin and sweet potato tastes the same. You turned a piece of chicken into a weapon and those feathers had to swoop your ass before you could do damage.

* He almost got smacked into the next century.

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Hitoshi Shinsou

* Him with a southern bell is on my bucket list of things to see. I know that’ll become cute shit right there.

* His calm and quiet demeanor with an adorably thick beauty like you is a match made in the highest heaven.

* It’s rather adorable to see him so curious to watch you cook because you add your style to it. If it was playing music, humming, or just going by your hands and letting the seasonings in like that.

* It’s cute that you do that.

* How in the hell you go from making a small meal to a full-course dinner is beyond me but you know he’s gonna eat it.

* For some strange reason, I see Shinsou as a pound cake guy. He likes how simple and sweet it is but it came to be made into a variety of delicious desserts.

* Fried pork chop is his favorite meal and you can’t change my mind. He needs a pork chop, some sweet peas, mashed potatoes with gravy and BUTTER, and lastly a tall glass of RED kool-aid in them granny cups.

* Shinsou gives me the biggest sugar or babe vibes more than anything. He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you call him that. It’s cute to hear that southern accent slide with it.

* On another note, Denki almost got killed one time. Yep, Sparky did.

* He walked into the kitchen during thanksgiving and pointed at the pot of greens in the sink...AND PROCEEDS TO TOUCH IT...imma stop there.

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Katsuki Bakugo

* PLEASE HAVE YOUR HOT SAUCE READY WITH THIS MAN! NOT SRIRACHA, HOT SAUCE. THE REAL KNOWS THAT KYRSTALS ARE ALWAYS ON POINT.

* Just know it’s going on EVERYTHING!

* In greens, chicken, beans, corn, cabbage, everything.

* Bless him with that cream corn, smothered corn beef, and rice.

* GIVE HIM THE SUNDAY, WAITING ALL DAY AFTER CHURCH MEAL. That one meal you skip breakfast for because it’s so good but the pastor gotta carry that sermon for longer than necessary to get a point across.

* Even though he doesn’t eat sweets as much, he loves your peach cobbler. The delicious flaky crust with a delicious peach filling, just makes him happy.

* Katsuki likes to be called sweetie by you. That little southern twang slaps off your tongue and he silently admires it every time.

* He was nearly falling from his chair when Izuku nearly saw his life flash before his eyes for the nineteenth time and he’s why.

* Someone needs to educate him on the difference between cleaning your chicken and FULL BLOWN WASHING THAT BITCH WITH DAWN DISHWASHING SOAP.

* Never again, Deku. Never again.

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Touya Todoroki

* Right off the fucking bat, Imma say this. You’re the honorary chef of the group and you’re in charge of making the meals.

* Everyone hated how Dabi was being blessed with your meals and they weren’t getting any.

* Haters gonna hate. You opened them to a whole new world of delicious things including the amazingness of fried foods within the hideout.

* Each day is a day of unexpected wonders and trust me, they’re not picky. Not anymore, that’s another story for the end.

* Dabi gives me a more biscuits guy than cornbread or rolls.

* And when the kitchen isn’t used as a area of fornication, he’ll offer his assistance. If it’s something that’s too hot or a jar you need him to open, he’ll open it.

* But it’s more you and Twice thing though, it relaxes him a bit and chills those bipolar thoughts of his when his minds at ease a bit. You teach him new things and he appreciates it.

* Dabi loves it when you call him sweetheart, sugar, or he’ll even his name. Your accent is very obvious to him and he loves hearing it in his ears.

* Dabi eats anything and doesn’t blink an eyelash when he sees the large plate you made for him.

* Shigaraki, on the other hand, learned his lesson. Dusty almost got smacked for saying your chicken was dry. YOUR CHICKEN?!

* You didn’t have to roast my baby that hard that night though..comparing him to a Popeye’s biscuit.

#my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #i hope you like this #my hero academia scenarios #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha hawks #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugo x reader #hawks x reader

[shorkbrian]

Problem

Prelude - Don’t come @ me pls I tried to be pOeTiC and artsy okay lol

Pairing - Keigo Takami X Reader

Warnings - no NSFW, religion, blood mention, nonconsensual touching.

Music -��https://open.spotify.com/track/4SQ0ytpTP8v1Rx8FWR22cv?si=d_i0QJowT9yF-b6rZMOKvw

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People often don’t notice the little, gradual problems.

Cluttered desks, dishes in the sink.

The thing that stands in the corner at night.

You only noticed it after it started to move, creeping closer, sitting in your chair, bright golden eyes piercing through the dark.

His name is Keigo, he tells you, and there’s no reason to be afraid.

Of course, that doesn’t stop fear from icing over your veins, stomach twisting, hands clutching at your blankets as if they were a shield to protect you from the strange entity that had haunted your bedroom for so long. You had done so well, pretending that the shadow was nothing but a trick of the light, that there was nothing there except a chair filled with dirty clothes.

He doesn’t come any closer, crosses his legs in the chair he occupies, tilting his head as the two of you stare at each other.

His name is Keigo, and he’s an angel.

-----

The angel has been with you all your life.

He is able to recount the days you’d spent in your room, crying and begging God for something different, to take your pain away. The moments you thought you had been alone, forgotten.

The troubles you’d overcome, the faint flashes of happiness that filled your life and made you feel light and warm.  Keigo even remembered the color of your bedroom walls in your childhood home, the small scribbles you’d made in the corners, near the baseboards. How you’d get in trouble for leaving your mark on your world, be punished for taking up space.

You were too young to remember that.

But Keigo remembers.

He was there for all of it.

When you confide in him your fears, small whispered thoughts, Keigo listens.

“I feel so lonely all the time.”

“You may feel lonely, but you’re never alone. The plants in your window love you, for you give them life. Your bed welcomes you with the arms of a lover after a long day, loves to hold you in it’s embrace. The ground welcomes the steps of your feet, how you shape it’s very existence just by being present. You’re an entire ecosystem, your flesh sculpted from the earth. Your blood is brewed from rainwater, thousands of creatures live inside of you and on your skin. And of course, you have me. I am never far from you, you’re never truly alone.”

Life doesn’t seem as bad.

-----

The angel usually only appears at night, when you’re tucked in bed, fresh from a shower. You’ve come to like his visits, no longer feel trepidation when he shows up in the corner, materializing out of thin air.

He doesn’t look like what you think he should. There are no heavy wings, no  countless eyes, no sharp halo adorning his head. No white robes or silken clothes, just tattered jeans and a hoodie.

But he doesn’t look exactly human either, with his golden skin and molten eyes. His fingers are long and slender, made for music and praise. The curve of his soft lips makes it easier for him to worship, to condemn or guide his charge.  Hair that looks too soft, like liquid gold that flows from his scalp. You want to touch, but you’re afraid to ask.

You notice that the plants in your house flourish at night, when Keigo is around. The tender stalks seem to reach for his presence, follow his form greedily, as if he has a gift that he’s withholding from them. Flowers bloom and vie for his attention, and Keigo laughs, touches the petals gently and watches the blossoms burst with color and growth.

His existence as an angel is unquestioned, not when he proves to you that he knows you to a degree that you don’t even know yourself. The freckles decorating your skin, those are all from him. It’s true that they’re angel kisses, given to the people they favor, that they watch grow.

They’d dusted across your nose as a child, light and varied. Darkened as you’d gotten older, appearing on your hands and peppered over your face in no particular pattern.

It makes you blush, and at first you don’t believe him, thinking he’s playing with you. But Keigo moves to the edge of your bed, gently takes one of your hands in his own, and lifts it to his lips.

A freckle appears when they press to your skin, a dark mark pushing to the surface.

You spend the next day looking at each of your freckles in the mirror, studying the marks that mar your skin. They’re sprinkled across your shoulders, you’re collarbone, your ankles. It’s strange to think that each mark is evidence of a kiss. Why would the angel kiss you?

When you ask him the next night he visits, Keigo pauses.

“Sometimes… there’s a hole in your soul, and that’s just the way things are. And you try to fill it with various things; songs that make your heart waltz, views that make your eyes long for more, raindrops against your skin. I’ve found the most effective way to fill it is with being with the person who makes the world seem less bad.”

How can an angel feel incomplete? “Are you not God’s perfect creation?” You ask.

Keigo sighs, and says no more.

-----

“Why is that book your favorite?” Keigo has read it before, scouring the pages to try and find pieces of you in it. He’s read all of your books, picked up every single thing you’ve ever touched, ever looked at, jealous of the way it had caught your attention.

You don’t know.

You don’t know why you love the book clutched in your hands. You just do. Keigo thinks he understands.

He’s been visiting earlier and earlier, while the sun still rests above the horizon. The angel never asks about your day, he’s there for every moment, just never visible to you.

He’s the warmth that soothes your skin when it’s cold out, when you’re afraid that your jacket won’t be enough to stave off the chill.  Keigo whispers reminders into your ear, a little tickle that helps you remember to turn in sale reports on time, or what time you’re supposed to meet with a new client.  He never gets the credit for all that he does, but that’s okay.

Your thoughts turn to him constantly, mind churning with questions. Why show himself now? Is that allowed? What is heaven like? Is God kind?

Keigo brushes these questions off, frowns when you ask them. He won’t talk about his holy father, nor his own role as a guardian angel. You learn to hold your tongue.

The angel prefers to talk with you, or sit in silence as you tend to your evening tasks. You think he might be lonely.

——-

You wake up sometimes with warmth still on your skin, more freckles dotting along your body.  But there’s already so many, the new ones go unnoticed.

Keigo is never around those days.

“Why do you not visit?” You ask him, saddened by his absence. Was it something you did wrong? Were you no longer worthy of his presence?

“I met someone that reminds me of warm toned skies. I’m afraid of what I might do to them.”

You don’t know what that means. Asking the angel to clarify results in a long silence, and you look out the window of your house to take in the stars, the clouds that try and hide them from view. You wonder if Keigo knows their names.

“I saw you in my dreams” Finally, the angel answers, golden eyes fixed on his hands folded in prayer in his lap.

“You dreamed of me?” You didn’t know angels could dream.

“At first…. Now I think of you. I..... I love you on purpose, I love you intentionally.” The confession is weighty, said slowly and quietly. Golden eyes find your own and search for acceptance.

What do you do when an angel confesses their love? 

When you stay silent, Keigo disappears.

Sleep does not come easy that night.

——-

“Nothing you humans do ever matters. All that really matters is what you do.”

He’d appeared after a time, a few weeks where you stared at the chair in the corner and saw nothing. You weren’t sure if you were glad that he was back.

Keigo was critical of your actions, hovering behind you while you tended to the plants in your home, lounging on the counter while you cooked meals, sitting near you while you read and making you nervous at his unwavering company.

“So the meaning of life is to give life meaning?” You had answered his subtle jab, and Keigo had shown you his teeth in a smile. It looked much less like a smile, more like a gesture of a puppet, a mockery of a human with too many teeth. He didn’t say whether you were right or wrong.

Safety was no longer the prevalent feeling when Keigo was around.

The angel does not have the same restraint he used to exhibit. He touches you now, unashamed of his needy nature, how he craves your humanity, fascinated by the intricacies of your life, the thoughts that run through your head.

It makes you uneasy, his hands cold as ice when they find your own. But who are you to tell an angel they are wrong?

He never misses a night spent in your presence, even when you think he does. The angel waits till you’re asleep, creeps past your defenses and indulges in human comforts.

You always murmur in your sleep when he slips into your bed, when his cold, cold vessel presses against your warm body. Keigo wonders if he could steal some of your warmth, carry it with him.

“You look perfect even when you’re half asleep and not speaking proper English. I am so in love with you, it feels like I’m floating all the time” You don’t hear his words, but he says them anyways.

-----

His residence is overbearing.

You find yourself spending more and more time away from your home, spent at work, where he doesn’t appear. Nights are spent with friends, drinking in their homes, sharing stories about romantic endeavors.

A small part of you knows that Keigo must be nearby, being your guardian angel. But he never materializes around other people.

The angel grows desperate for your company, invades any spare moment you have, while you’re using the bathroom, showering, when you’re early for a meeting and alone in the conference room.

His demeanor is casual, relaxed, but you begin to see the outline of his wings, blood red plumage displayed across his back.

Strong emotions bring out their wings, you had learned. A dropped glass had wings flashing behind Keigo as the angel was caught off guard, and you’d begged for him to show you them.

He couldn’t make them visible at will, he had explained. They only showed if an angel was experiencing strong emotions, strong feelings.

Their appearance now made you afraid.

You tried to talk to Keigo one rare night you spent at home, work out your differences and soothe his feelings towards you, the jealousy and the anger that sank deep into his being.

“I don’t know how to make this better. I don’t have feelings for you the same way you feel for me” You had confessed.

Keigo’s eyes had blazed, yellow fire flickering in the iris.

“My body forgot what it felt like to be warmth. You’re the sun that I step into, the rays that fall upon my back and warm my wings, the heat that fills my heart and spills from my lips.”

He was passionate, gripping your arms with too-hot skin, and it burned.

“Before you go to sleep at night, you water your flowers, your plants. In the light of your window I can see your body wrapped in your nightgown, and you’re indistinguishable from the blossoms.”

The pain seared deep into your bones, and you felt anger, true anger at the celestial body in front of you. Never had you asked for his affection, for his protection.

“I have thought about my love for you, and the ways I could describe it are innumerable. You’re so human and it makes me want, and I don’t know what to do with the fire burning within me. I love you-“

You’re screaming at him then, and the sky turns dark the same moment you thrash out of his burning grip. Harsh words are said, things you should’ve expressed months ago, when the angel broke your boundaries into pieces and did what he pleased.

But the courage was here now, the bravery to defy an angel, to say that it was wrong, that you didn’t want them around anymore.

The sky crackled with lightening, and Keigo’s wings filled out, full of sharp, dangerous feathers. You had wondered about the color, why they were red instead of white, but as it began to rain, the red sloughed off, dripping to the ground in thick rivulets.

His blood-red wings were colored with the spatter of the sins he’d committed. But Keigo never talked about his sins, never about heaven.

Now he did, shouting at you with his thunderous voice, telling you of the lengths he had gone to in ensuring his existence in your life. How he’d begged at the feet of God to be allowed to show himself to you, to express the desire growing inside of his traitorousus body.

How he’d been shamed, shunned.

He’d shown himself to you anyway, took each reprimand in stride. When another angel had been assigned to you after the golden one’s confession, Keigo had broken, fought with teeth and claws.

The blood of his brothers tainted his wings.

So much had been sacrificed to stand by your side.

There had been no grand plan, Keigo had seen you and knew he wasn’t like the other angels. He was different, able to feel and touch and learn.

The two of you scream at each other, you spitting hateful things, how you wish he would leave you alone.

Keigo doesn’t care, you’ve made him feel and he’s not letting that go.

Lightening strikes a tree and it erupts into flames, and the tears running down your face are hidden by the pelting rain.

You hate him, he scares you.

It’s said out loud, and the angel stops in his tracks, looking at you with emotions you can’t begin to understand.

He leaves in a rush, his wings still stained red despite the cleansing water streaming along them.

——-

Keigo leaves you alone.

Your flowers start blooming again, even without the addictive presence of a holy angel.

The freckles dotting your skin fade, and you don’t mind, you don’t miss the marks that litter your thighs, your chest, the marks you’d never allowed to be made.

Life is okay again. You can breathe.

“It’s cold again and I miss you” His voice makes you drop the glass in your hands, and it shatters against the floor.

His wings materialize for a second, red as blood, dripping.

But then the angel is waving his hand, and the shards of glass on the ground are gone, the puddle of water, his wet wings.

Keigo has something to say to you, and he wants you to listen.

“I’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you. But I didn’t. And, in truth, it was maybe better that I didn’t - I say that now, though it was something I regretted bitterly for a while.” He keeps stepping closer to you, until he’s in your space, heavenly body inches from your own. He feels like marble, a chill emanating from his golden skin.

“More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting out the things on the edge of my tongue, the things I’d never said, even though it was something I knew well enough without me saying it out loud to you like this….. which is, of course, I love you”

“This won’t work, Keigo.” You explain, voice small. “We aren’t the same. I have someone out there meant for me, and it isn’t you.”

He frowns, takes your hand in his, interlaces your fingers. The angel presses a kiss to your knuckles, the same as he did the first time you met him.

“If soulmates do exist, they’re made, not found. You build a relationship with the person that makes your heart happy. I demand the labor of love so that I may make it. Craft so that I may make it art. So that I may make it mine.“

You don’t get any more say in the matter.

-----

His love is all consuming.

It grows and burns with each moment he spends with you, leeching off of your warmth.

People often don’t notice the little, gradual problems.

They don’t notice until the problem becomes unfixable.

#keigo #keigo x reader #takami keigo #keigo imagine #keigo x y/n #bnha keigo #keigo takami #keigo headcanons #angel #angel keigo #yandere #almost

[prismatales]

Dad

Part 3 of Endeavor with a quirkless child.

(Manga spoilers)

What if instead of Natsuo it's Reader who gets kidnapped and taken hostage? Is her relationship with her father getting better? only one way to find out!

Part 1 - Part 2

Warning: Tw:death, Tw:Near death experiences, Tw:physical violence, Angst.

Screams of horror came out from a hospital room, a nurse and a doctor were quick to rush inside in order to calm down the terrified woman. A young girl was sitting against the wall outside of the room, face hidden behind her knees as she hugged them closer to her shaking body, her brother and sister did the best they could in order to comfort her and calm the sadness growing inside of her, neither of them knew about the dark thoughts crossing her mind.

That same night she stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at her reflection with a stare filled with misery and utter disgust, long silky red hair down to her waist, she couldn't look at it without thinking of the terrified look on her mother's face the moment she walked inside her hospital room. Lifeless eyes looking at her reflection as she grabbed a portion of her locks with shaky hands and a pair of scissors, slowly starting to do small nips before picking up the pace and starting to cut desperately, small sobs and whimpers resonated through the bathroom walls as she left the floor covered in a mass of red hair, the steam from the hot shower covering the mirror in a thick layer of moisture....

Your hand wiped at the steam covering the mirror in the dorm's bathroom, a look of doubt adorned your face at the sight of the reflection, it was...strange to look at it for a minute, no longer having blonde on the ends of your hair was odd, specially now with your hair once again sporting only the natural red color. Damps locks sticking to your face from the shower. It took a few months for your hair to grow just enough to get rid of the dyed parts, was it worth it? You didn't know yet.

On the way back to your room a few classmates turned their heads to stare in your direction, many of them actually complimented the new look, making you look down at the floor with a small blush.

As soon as you stepped inside the bedroom the sound of a ringtone went off, it was coming from your phone as it laid on the bedside table near the bed, picking up the device showed there was an incoming call from Fuyumi, sliding a finger into the screen and putting her on speaker before answering the call while sitting on the bed.

"Hey sis, what's up?"

Fuyumi's voice was full of excitement as she answered, she seemed happy about something.

"(Y/N)! Shoto's bringing his friends for dinner, Natsuo and Dad are going to be here as well, and I was wondering if you'd like to come too! Maybe you could ask the school to let you visit?"

You stayed silent for a few seconds, unsure of what to answer her, the idea of dinner with almost the whole family and Shoto's friends sounded like a recipe for disaster, but it would probably break Fuyumi's heart if you declined the invitation.

"(Y/N)? Are you there?" Her voice snapped you out of the trail of thoughts, nearly making you dropping the phone in surprise with a yelp escaping while you juggled with the device to avoid dropping it.

"Gah! Sorry sis! got distracted for a minute! I'll try to be there! Should I bring something?"

"Great! I'll let everyone know you're coming! and maybe you could bring out some dessert? That cake from last time was delicious! ah! gotta go! I have the stove on!"

The call ended with the sound of Fuyumi running off, making you chuckle at her enthusiasm while checking out the time, there was still plenty to get dressed and go pick something for dessert. You quickly dialed the cafe's number to order something, followed by getting changed into a white sweater, a pair of denim shorts with black leggings and brown ankle boots before picking up a purple winter coat from the closet, leaving the dorms with a relaxed rhythm on your steps.

It was a good thing the cafe wasn't that far from UA, it was right between the school and home. The little bell at the door made a noise once you came in, the owners sending a big smile and a wave from their spot, with a bright smile you waved back at them before paying for the order and running home quickly but carefully as not to ruin the dessert, utterly unaware of the people watching you from afar, one from a street alley and another one watching from the roof of a building...both of them with opposite motives altogether...

......

Standing outside the abode you carefully pulled out your phone to text Fuyumi and ask her to open the door, the paper box cautiously balanced in the other hand in order to avoid dropping the cake, the door slid open but instead of Fuyumi it was Natsuo who came into view.

"oh! (Y/N)! you made iiiiii..." he went silent for a minute before staring, taking in the sight of your new look which made you fidget nervously for a bit, mouth twisting into a nervous smile.

"Is everything okay? Natsuo?" He snapped out of his thoughts before smiling. "yeah! everything's fine! your hair look nice!" He stepped back to give you the chance to come in, handing him the box before taking off your coat.

"So how's everything back in college?" he just laughed dryly with a dead look on his eyes "...just let me die already" the both of you laughed before entering the kitchen where Fuyumi was already getting some last touches done for dinner, the amount of food she made was almost exaggerated, but still, with all the people coming for dinner it would probably be more than plenty for everyone.

"Hey sis~" Fuyumi quickly turned around with a bright smile on her face that quickly morphed to surprise when she took a good look at you, before she could say anything you interrupted her, pulling up the paper box in front of her. "Before you too say anything about my hair, we should put this in the fridge, and don't let Shoto see it, he might end up eating the whole thing instead of dinner" you laughed, remembering the time Shoto went to your dorm just to steal the chocolate cake you bought to celebrate the end of the costume presentation project with the whole support class, he was banned from the support dorms for three months. Both siblings laughed as the three of you talked for a bit waiting for the others to arrive.

While you and Natsuo were setting up the table a knock was heard and Fuyumi quickly went to get the door, the moment she left the kitchen Natsuo's face became sour, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion before walking out of the kitchen with a handful of plates.

"Oh, is Natsuo here too?" You heard Shoto ask, as well as his friends talking.

"we wanted to get to know you guys, we're Shoto's family after all!"

There was a bit more chatter as everyone walked in, Shoto, Midoriya and Bakugo stood there with Fuyumi as they saw you bringing everything for dinner.

"(Y/N)...?" Shoto couldn't help asking, when he saw the boots at the door he thought they were fuyumi's shoes, he was not expecting you as well.

You gave them a sheepish smile and a small wave once the last plate was on the table. "Hi guys, heard you were working hard with Father, keep up the good job! I bet it's tough to be working alongside the Number 1 hero!" Shoto stared at you for a few seconds before he realized something.

"Wait...if you're here then that means..." you recognized that look and quickly grabbed a pair of chopsticks to point them at him in a threatening manner.

"Shoto Todoroki, Don't.You.Dare."

But it was too late, he was already running off to the kitchen.

"Get back here you freaking--" your slipper caught onto something, making you fall backwards while Shoto's friends and Fuyumi screamed. You closed your eyes expecting the hard floor to collide painfully with your back...not a pair of hands grabbing you from behind before you could hit the floor.

Looking up you were greeted by your father's stare, for some reason he seemed...strange, the was doubt in his eyes, like he was thinking hard about something important.

"You need to be more careful of your surroundings, next time don't run inside the house" he pulled you up to help you stand before letting go softly.

"R-right, thanks Daaaaaaaat wassomequickactingfromyou!" you were quick to step away from him, a dark blush completely covering your whole face at the realization of what you almost called him "Natsuo!! Don't let Shoto near the fridge!" you quickly ran to the kitchen nearly slipping AGAIN and leaving everyone in the living room dumbfounded by your attitude.

"What just happened?" Midoriya was clearly confused, you've never acted like that when Shoto invited you to hang out with them. Enji however was left silent by his daughter's attitude, he was quick to realize what you almost said to him, which made his thoughts wander even more for a solution...

A few minutes later everyone was already having dinner. You sat to Natsuo's left and in front of Shoto as far away from your father as possible, there was still a small trace of pink on your face from earlier, but nobody said anything else about it.

"Don't force yourself to eat anything you don't want to, alright?" Fuyumi was so happy by the fact everyone was enjoying their food, and it was hilarious to hear Midoriya analyzing his food while Bakugo complained about it.

"Well, Of course" Natsuo's tone was cold "Ever since out housemaid threw out her back and retired, Fuyumi has been taking care of the cooking"

Midoriya just smiled sightly "I see"

"Give yourself some credit, Natsuo! we take turns, don't we?" Fuyumi was trying to lighten the mood, but you knew Natsuo better than her, after all he was the one you took after the most....after Touya of course....

"Eh?! Then I've been eating your cooking?!" Shoto's face was priceless, was it that surprising Natsuo could cook?

"ahh, I wonder about that. I MIGHT have been forced to stop" he gave you father a side glance "After my cooking failed to reach SOMEONE's standards"

from the corner of your eye you could notice they way everyone was looking at him and your father, this had definitely been a bad idea, but for Fuyumi's sake...

"Hey, be glad I'm not the one cooking" you tried to lighten the mood, for a minute it worked, their attention was turned to you instead. "I may be good creating equipment, but when it comes to cook--"

"I didn't even notice." your father interrupted "Next time..."

Natsuo just made a "Mph..." cutting him off, everyone else could only stare at the both of them and the way Natsuo's jaw clenched. Once he finished his food he just got up from his seat. "Well, I came like you asked, can I go now?"

"Natsuo!" Fuyumi tried to stop him, but nothing she said or did worked, he just walked out, sliding the door closed behind him...

Everyone was helping out cleaning once dinner was over, while Shoto and Fuyumi were talking in the living room you went looking for Natsuo who was already getting ready to leave, Frustration still clear on his face.

"You okay?" his mouth was set into a hard line before he just sighed "I just don't get it, how can Fuyumi and Mom be so willing to forgive him? after everything that happened they're still giving him a chance, how can they be so forgiving? how can YOU be so forgiving?" he turned to look at you, grey eyes burning with frustration and curiosity. "After everything he made you go through, you're still giving him a chance and even let your hair red again...why (Y/N)?" your face contorted in sadness at his words, softly running a hand through the locks before answering him.

"Honestly...I can't say that I've completely forgiven him, it's not like I don't feel the same way as you" the memory of the emancipation request came to mind "But...he's trying to make up for his mistakes...I guess I'm just waiting to see how everything turns out" you gave him a sad smile "I know you may never be able to forgive him and that-that's okay, you know" Natsuo was silent for a minute, thinking, considering those words...

The next thing you knew he was ruffling your hair affectionately "You're lucky you're my favorite sibling, just don't tell Fuyumi and Shoto, they'd never let me hear the end of it..." soft laughter came out from the both of you before both went and said goodbye to Fuyumi and the others, he was checking his phone while you stood outside with him, the material of the jacket protecting you from the cold outside.

"How's your new project coming along?" he asked after checking some texts from his classmates. The fact he remembered THAT project made your eyes go wide and heart swell in happiness.

"Oh! It's coming along nicely, and I'm pretty sure Mom is going to love it!" you answered proudly, but that feeling quickly disappeared when you saw something weird...some kind of blurr was flying in the sky, making you unable to pay attention to anything else, not even what Natsuo was saying.

"(Y/N)? are you listening?" He didn't see the way your eyes looked at the sky in fear, or the way your body tensed when the blurr became bigger, taking an horrendous shape once it got closer. You knew what that thing was, Shoto had fought one before, Endeavor had fought them before and it nearly cost his life.

It was a Nomu, and it was heading straight for Natsuo.

"NATSUO, WATCH OUT!!!"

You acted out of reflex and pushed him out of the way causing him to drop on the floor right as the Nomu flew down, grabbing you by the side and digging its claws with a horrendously painful grip before taking off into the dark sky just as fast as it appeared.

Natsuo could only hear the screams of pain and horror as it took you away, staring in fright as that thing disappeared into the sky, with his sister trashing wildly attempting to break free.

"(Y/N)!!!" He quickly ran back home, only Fuyumi was there since their father had already left to take Shoto and his friends back to the dorms.

Meanwhile Endeavor and his Chauffer were taking his three interns back to school, he was busy giving them additional tasks and advice for their internships. And yet the hero's mind couldn't stop wandering to his dream about his family, to the son that was no longer with them, of how his acts tore his family apart. And yet, despite everything he did, most of them were actually giving him a chance.

But what could he do to make up for his past actions?

The sudden way his chauffer slammed the brake on the car nearly hurting everyone inside the vehicle had they not been wearing the seatbelt snapped him out of it.

Endeavor looked towards the empty road and at the source of the sudden halt, the sight in front of them caught his attention presenting everyone with a horrifying sight. A winged Nomu standing in the middle of the road.

And It was holding his youngest daughter by the head.

"That's (Y/N)!" Shoto exclaimed in alarm at he sight of his sister's face twisted in pain and horror due to the massive hand holding her by the back of the head, her own hands gripping hard on the enormous limb, any false movement and that thing could effortlessly crush her head on the spot.

It was in a mere instant that Endeavor literally fled out of the vehicle, heading straight towards the creature holding his daughter hostage. Shoto, Midoriya and Bakugo quickly went after him, just to be stopped mid-way as another Nomus stood before them, preventing the three from approaching the flame hero and it's foe.

"Release her!" Endeavor shouted in anger, but stopped in his tracks when another figure appeared from behind the Nomu. A man wearing nothing but black alongside a white mask covering half of his face smirked wickedly at him.

"Remember me, Endeavor?!" Said hero looked him over before remembering him and that mask.

"From ten years ago...you're that serial killer I took down! You gave yourself your own villain name and everything" he sent a vicious glare in the villains direction, the latter gave a mockingly bow before laughing.

"My my, You actually remember! I'm flattered by your words my friend, I can't believe you actually remember 'Incognito'!~"

'Incognito' just laughed madly while turning to look at you, insanity sparked through his eyes. "But I think this is not the place for a friendly chatter, don't you think so my dear?" he gestured the Nomu, who lifted itself of the ground with the aid of its wings, Incognito grabbed on one of its legs as the creature started going higher into the sky, the grip on your head didn't waver as it fleed.

"If you really want your kid back might as well follow my lead, my friend!" With those words the Nomu swiftly took off into the sky once again, Endeavor following after him with confidence that Shoto and his classmates would manage to take down their current target.

The people on the streets watched the Number 1 hero chasing after the winged monster through the city, he could try launching an attack, but at the risk of the Nomu harming you either by dropping you, or snapping your neck in a swift movement, he couldn't risk it and kept his pursuit after the two villains holding his child hostage.

Incognito signaled the Nomu to stop on top of one of the highest buildings in the city, stepping away a few feet while the monster still had a had grip on you, was it the annoyance? the adrenaline? the anger of being seen as an easy target? you were not sure but it caused you to start trashing around, nails digging into the flesh of the limbs belonging to the creature holding you like a mere rag doll, not that it mattered anyways as it didn't even flinch at the feeling of your hands clawing at him.

"Tch, feisty little thing aren't you?" Incognito stood in front of you, a hand on his chin as it examined the way you struggled with mockery in his laughter before his hand went up, slapping you hard in the face in order to subdue the squirming girl in front of him. "I hate people like you, poor pathetic weaklings that think they can make a difference"

"You won't get away with this" you seethed fiercely, eyes burning with disgust towards the man standing upon you who got close enough again "People like you are meant to be quiet and listen obediently, quirkless people like you are only worthy as mere bait, how in the world did Endeavor even let you live is a question I can't find an answer to-UGH!"

Whatever he was going to say next died in his throat when your knee quickly collided with his stomach, sending his shaking body hunching on the hard floor at the same time as he gripped his stomach in pain, the look of complete stupefaction on his face nearly caused you to laugh at him. The kickboxing lessons really paid off.

"I may be quirkless but I'm not as useless to need a Nomu to do everything for me! You haven't done anything else but blabbering nonsense at Endeavor!" You spat out at him, not even caring of the way Incognito gritted his teeth as he glowered.

"You...bitch!" before he could attempt slapping you again a booming thud distracted him, Incognito turned his back to see the cause of the commotion and on the other side of the rooftop stood Endeavor. He was glaring threateningly at the villain standing in front of you, when he saw the bruise on your face his glare became even more vicious.

"Release my daughter this instant" His already low voice dropped at such a low note that ironically made your blood turn cold in fear, even though the threat wasn't even aimed towards you.

"Why would I do that in the first place? I'm doing you a favor by getting rid of this vermin tainting the world" Incognito walked away from the spot where the Nomu still had a tight grip on you "I've been observing you ever since I managed to escape from prison and I must say...I.am.dissapointed. Where did all that rage that drove you in the past go to?" Incognito sneered in your direction "Oh yes, it's all gone isn't it? All because of this filthy vermin"

with a snap of his fingers the Nomu's grip became tighter, making you shut your eyes in reflex and groan loudly at the painful sensation as your skull was about to be shattered into pieces by the mindless monster holding you captive. Endeavor's face twisted in anger, flames becoming twice as big at the very moment that he aimed an attack straight to the Nomu.

"Oh no you won't!" Incognito's shadow moved all around the floor, covering the whole place in a black curtain, Endeavor stopped his attack and looked at the scenario under him. He remembered the first time facing this villain, his quirk allowing him to travel and observe through the shadows, and he could also hide stuff inside them. That's how he kidnapped his past victims and managed to take their corpses somewhere far away without leaving traces.

Your eyes slowly opened again despite the pain and noticed both your father and the villain were staring at each other, one in rage and the other one in pure mockery, neither of them noticed you were watching the ordeal...or that you slowly pulled back your right sleeve revealing a silver cuff bracelet with a black bead.

Something slowly started to materialize from the shadows behind Endeavor, which made you scream at him in fear.

"LOOK OUT!" Endeavor saw you looking in his direction, but not at him in particular, quickly turning back and narrowly avoiding being stabbed by another Nomu, this one being able to morph its arms into blades began slashing frenetically at everything in front of him, and right now Endeavor was the only thing on his sight.

"Meh...You really lost your touch Endeavor, I guess I'll do you a favor and get rid of the vermin, maybe that will motiv-"

The sound of electricity was loud enough for everyone in the rooftop to hear, followed by the Nomu's screeches of pain by the sudden discharge coming out of your bracelet the moment a fist landed near his neck, it dropped you instantly causing you to fall hard on your knees with a painful groan.

"What the hell did you do?!" Incognito's face became twisted in madness when he realized the 'vermin' in front of him had managed to escape from a Nomu's grip. "You know what? That's it! I've had it with you!" with another snap of his fingers the Nomu holding you hostage began advancing towards Endeavor, now he was fighting against two foes at the same time while Incognito advanced towards you in a threatening manner.

"I think it's about time you finally know your place" For each step the madman in front of you took, you crawled away from him, had it not been by the pain from the fall you would have stood up and run. But right now all you could do was try and aim the bracelet at the man standing in front of you, the idea went out the window when he landed a powerful kick on your side causing you to yelp in pain.

Endeavor turned in the direction of the scream, struggling to keep both Nomus at bay only managing to get a bit closer before both monsters got hold of him again.

Incognito's face didn't change as he took hold of the collar of your jacket and pulled you off the ground, dragging you towards the edge of the building without much of an effort. The back of your feet dangled off the edge, the severity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks.

"And that place...is six feet below the ground!"

"(Y/N)!!!" Your father's voice was heard clearly, both you and Incognito turned back where Endeavor had finally managed to defeat one of the Nomus, but the other one was still holding him back. The villain holding you only laughed in complete madness, nothing mattered to him anymore.

"Say goodbye to Papa you brat!"

And with those final words his hand released your jacket.

It was like a slow motion sequence, Endeavor could only watch in horror as you started falling backwards with a look of absolute terror in your eyes, making eye contact with you he could only see the way your lips moved, he only heard you whisper one thing before falling to your death....

"...Dad...?"

There was screaming everywhere as people on the streets caught sight of the girl falling from the top of one of the highest buildings in the city, the wind roared harshly against your face, the pressure was making it hard to listen anything as you fell.

...They say time goes slower inside one's mind as they fall, and that one can see their life before their eyes when the time comes for them to leave this world...It made your own thoughts wander...

Is this how your life was going to end?

Being dropped from a building after being used as bait for your father?

What would happen with your family?

Your mother?

Your siblings?

Would you be able to meet Touya in the afterlife?

You didn't know the answers....and maybe you'd never find out as your eyes slowly began to close, was it because of the pressure? the fear? the resignation? you didn't know...but you drifted out of consciousness in an instant hoping that maybe, just maybe you could reunite with your brother soon...

......

"Touya-nii...Why does he hate me so much?" Enji was on his way to the training room when he overheard as (Y/N) cried in her brother's arms while clinging to the front of his shirt, her brother Touya was sitting on his futon hugging the little girl sitting on his lap. Their father had yelled at her when she tried to approach an injured Shoto who was resting in his room with the left side of his face covered in bandages. Fuyumi was there with him, taking care of the boy's wounded face and spirit.

"He doesn't hate you...he's just...hard to approach" Touya could only make an effort to comfort the little girl whimpering on his shirt, her tears easily soaked the fabric. "C'mon, don't cry anymore...I hate seeing my firefly cry"

Touya wasn't sure of what to say to his sister, (Y/N) was still a child after all and even if his Father treated her horribly Touya wasn't going to poison his little sister's mind with hatred, their father was already doing that with the way he kept treating her after all.

He promised he'd always look out for her as he hugged her tightly.

He would protect his firefly.

No matter what.

......

Incognito was an insane man who didn't care about anything but cleaning the world of the quirkless, or "filthy vermin" as he deemed them.

But in that moment he feared for his life for the very first time.

The agonizing heat coming from behind made him question his life choices fo a brief moment, turning back on his spot with a smile on his face, it was a facade for the panic he was feeling on the inside when he made eye contact with the flame hero who's face was SO void of emotions it was terrifying to look at, the Nomu he was facing laying charred on the floor.

It was in that moment he knew, he fucked up.

The jaw-shattering punch he got to the face told him everything. The only reason he was still alive was because Endeavor was a hero.

A hero who quickly jumped out of the building after the daughter he had failed to take care of in the past.

In that moment, Endeavor- no, Enji Todoroki didn't see (Y/N) as the young lady she was already turning into. But as the little girl he had failed as a father, that little girl that would cry herself to sleep every single night because of him, that little girl who's eyes lost their sparkle the day her older brother passed away...The little girl he found asleep in front of Touya's shrine on more than one occasion during her childhood.

The little girl who's family he promised to make up to for everything he had made them go through because of his ambition....

The young girl...that was once again swiped away by a Nomu and taken away from him in the blink of an eye. He barely managed to avoid colliding with the ground himself, watching as the flying abomination yet again took his daughter away...but this time...it wasn't holding her like a wild animal would to its prey, it was holding her delicately as it flew away.

......

Warmth, that's all you could feel in that moment. A soft, familiar warmth that was hard not to recognize as it enveloped your whole body.

"Wake up...Please wake up Firefly"

...Did you die from the fall? Did your wish come true?

Your eyes slowly started to open, despite your efforts everything was but a blurry image in your eyes no matter how much you tried to focus.

And yet, that figure watching over you was of someone you would never be able to mistake or forget.

"...Touya?"

His head turned in your direction, you could recognize those eyes anywhere, a sad smile crept upon your face, eyes glistening with unshed tears at the image of Touya's face, his lips quivering emotionally as he hugged you tightly, face burying itself into your shoulder, despite being a dream his hug felt so real, almost like he never left you in the first place...

You didn't hesitate to hug him back, wishing with all your might that it wasn't a dream.

"I missed you so much Touya-nii"

"...I missed you too Firefly"

How much time had passed you didn't know, but the harsh cold from winter made it clear that it was late, just not exactly how late.

"Go to sleep (Y/N), everything will be alright"

You didn't wanted to, afraid that if you did Touya would just disappear again, but your body had other plans as exhaustion started taking over again.

"Hey Touya?" You didn't even realize he was carrying you bridal style until the soothing sound of his heartbeat reached your ears, for a dream everything felt so real...except for a single detail.

"Yeah?"

"...When did you dye your hair?"

......

There was a search party looking for you along with Endeavor, Shoto and his friends, who had managed to subdue their own enemy and joined everyone with the search. Natsuo had rushed back home the moment you were taken and told Fuyumi, the both of them were quick to call the police after their father failed to answer their calls, that's when they found out he was already in the middle of rescuing their sister. It was a wonder how the accident didn't become broadcasted all over the news.

Where in they world did they take you to?

The answer came quickly through one of the policemen's radio. One of them had found you laying unconscious in the bench of a small abandoned playground nearby, when they gave out the location it was Shoto who answered the question of why did that playground sounded so familiar in the first place.

It was the place where Touya would always take you when you were younger, it was nearby to a small pond where if one was lucky enough to go at a certain time they would be able to see the whole place illuminated by small fireflies.

An ambulance was quick to arrive at the place just at the same time you woke up and quickly started treating you on the spot making sure there wasn't any fatal injuries. Everyone was quick on their feet and rushed to find you, fortunately the playground wasn't far from where the hero and his interns were looking.

Endeavor had his own share of bruises and a gash on his face when the blades Nomu nearly got him, but in that moment he didn't care about himself, all that mattered was knowing you were safe.

That's when he finally reached the location, and he saw you.

Sitting at the back ambulance with a grey blanket draped around your battered form, there was a paramedic softly patching up the wounds inflicted by the villain, there were bruises on your face, mainly the right cheek on the spot where Incognito had hit you in the face, both knees were covered in bandages, but fortunately nothing was broken despite everything that happened. There was a tired look on your face, the adrenaline from everything that happened finally wore off and only exhaustion was left.

"(Y/N)!" You could only look up tiredly at the sound of your name, being still in shock made it harder to focus, until the owner of said voice approached, the paramedic quickly stepped away at the sight of the Number One hero approaching before standing still in front of you, he was panting heavily from running to the ambulance the moment it was notified you had been found and were being taken care of.

There was only confusion on your bruised and disoriented face. It took you a few seconds to be able recognize the person standing in front of you, until the heat from his flames settled around, a heavy contrast from the sharp cold of winter.

He didn't bother to wait for a response, lunging forwards and embracing you firmly in distress at the realization he could have lost another one of his children.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)...please forgive me...!" his voice came out in a barely audible whisper as his hold became stronger and desperate, your chin rested on top of his shoulder and one of his hands caressed the back of your head, the both of you could feel way the other started shaking.

He didn't see the way your eyes became wide open by his actions, or the way your face scrunched from the aching inside your heart, the tears flooding your eyes slowly starting to run down your face one by one and your lips began trembling.

"Please...I hope some day, you will find it in your heart to forgive me...or at least...let me show you how truly sorry I am for everything I did to you...!"

He could hear your desolated whimpers clearly, feeling the small trickles of tears slowly soaking the fabric on his shoulder and the smaller pair of hands gripping tightly on his clothes.

"..Why...why did it take this long...for you to realize...?"

Enji Todoroki could only hold his daughter as she let out a heartbreaking cry, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, everyone around could almost feel the pain inside the girl's heart. Whoever happened to watch the scene unfolding before them could only think her cries were from the fear of nearly falling to her death.

Nobody but her brother realized it was the very first time in her whole life being embraced by her father in a comforting way.

You didn't know how much time had passed, but by the time your father pulled away fatigue had once again taken over and the paramedics took you away just to make sure everything was alright.

One of the officers that apprehended Incognito, who was already awake from the hit he got from Endeavor mentioned they had interrogated the villain, asking for his ties with the league of villain, after all he had three Nomus under his control.

To the heroe's surprise, Incognito had gloated about managing to steal them from under the league's nose without them even realizing, he was a man that preferred working alone. Everyone was so distracted with the news they didn't become aware of the person watching them, hearing every single detail, including the route they would be taking in order to take Incognito to a high-security prison, as far away as possible.

...

Two days later Incognito was being escorted to prison. He could only laugh bitterly at the measures taken to prevent him from using his quirk to escape again, he was surrounded by light from every corner of the vehicle, not a single trace of darkness was visible, making his quirk completely useless.

A sudden rattle snapped him out of his own thoughts of revenge, something heavy landed on top on the transport, everyone looked towards the source, nobody was ready for the Chainsaw cutting through the steel without much of an effort, or the limbs that shot towards Incognito, grabbing him by the head and pulled him out of the vehicle, his screams of surprise echoed through the metallic walls as he Nomu hurled his restrained body into the ground, he groaned painfully by the force from the impact stunning him.

If the fall wasn't painful enough, the sudden kick aimed at his face definitely was, a loud crack from his nose breaking left him paralyzed from the pain of both that and his jaw suffering fractures.

"What the hell...?" His eyes went up to the person responsible of his latest injury. And the utter panic he felt in that moment was even worse than when Endeavor broke his jaw.

The burning hatred aimed at him through Dabi's eyes was a thousand times worse than the flame hero's glare. If that didn't terrify him, the sadistic grin on the villain's scarred face was enough to give him nightmares for life.

"So, not only did you have the balls to steal from us...But you also attacked her"

"W-wait! you have it all wrong! I did it for a good cause!"

Another kick landed on his bleeding face, at his point Incognito was drowning in a pool of his own blood wheezing from the pain of his nose shattering into minuscule fragments from the second impact.

"The only good cause I can think of getting rid of scum like you" Dabi's whole body became engulfed in blue flames, the smile on his face replaced by a cold hard glare.

"W-why do you care about that vermin so much?!" Incognito questioned with panic, trying desperately to crawl away from the cremation villain no no such luck with the restrains on his body preventing him from doing so.

"Because..." The agonizing cries from Incognito could be heard from miles away as his body started burning away, the guards looking from afar could only watch the gruesome sight of the villain being consumed by a wave of blue fire, the smell of his burning flesh strong enough to make anyone nearby nauseous.

"Nobody...hurts my Firefly"

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More Sonally Headcanons!!

Well, sort of. They’re headcanons related to Sonic and Sally, but this is actually more of an in depth introduction to my fankids J.C. and Kathleen. Along with an addendum to my last headcanon I flagged for @boundforfreedomsonsal. Turns out as I re-read it, I left out a part for Sonic’s headcanon. The stay at home dad part, I barely touched and that bugs me, so here’s that segment fleshed out and then some info on J.C. and Kathleen! Sonic the stay-at-home-dad: As mentioned prior, Sonic knows he’s not cut out for the majority of what being Prince-Regent entails. Showing up for parties, events and giving back to the people of Mobius, he can do that. Ruling stuff, that is absolutely Sally’s domain. Sure he can offer his viewpoints and all that, but the long-term, big-picture view thinking isn’t his style. That said he doesn’t wanna be a lay about, nor just jam off on adventures and leave Sally doing the hard stuff either. When the children are born, Sonic sees a way he can contribute more after Sally’s maternity leave period is officially over with. Not that Sally intends to stop being maternal, but at some point she is going to need to get back to the day-to-day logistics of running the Kingdom. Motherhood is wonderful and she isn’t going to neglect it; but she has her duties she must fulfill. To help with this; Sonic figures he can handle some ‘solo parent time’ while Sally does her part of the ol’ Kingdom running bit. To which his lovely wife is very grateful for, but also concerned. She recalls some of the trouble he had babysitting his little brother and sister; plus these two MIGHT have his speed. Sonic as usual, brushes off the concerns with the ol’ charm and a smile. Of course this bites him in the ass when the kids DO start to show they have his speed. Especially when said children are still being potty-trained and their diapers don’t stay on due to the velocity of said speed. (Not trying to be gross here, but it is a scenario the two will have to deal with, I pity the cleaners at the castle). While Sally feels that she’s putting a large heft of the parenting responsibilities on Sonic, he points out it’s the least he can do. He can’t do what she does, and while they are BOTH together on the parenting journey, he can handle the tykes for some hours while she’s doing the Queen-y stuff and once she’s done; it’s family time all together. “Sal there’s gonna be times when I gotta do stuff and you’ll have the kids by your lonesome. It’s just part of the gig, you ain’t abandoning the kids, that ain’t you. Go on, be the Queen. Your Prince, will keep our babes safe and adorble!” Now onto the kids themselves: This kind of goes over their base personalities as they develop in their preteen-to-teenage years. Kathleen: The daughter of the twins (whose name is a meta-homage to Kath Soucie), who as she grows up, gains a tomboy streak and is very much the apple of her Father’s eye. Feisty, sly, and prone to mischief (at least moreso than her brother who can be mischief-y himself). Out of the two, she’s the one truly in love with their inherited speed, and the freedom it offers. While she can be a bit blunt, and snarky, she has a keen mind, and education that she can use to scary effect, when she wants. She’s not above using her ‘cuteness’ to get what she wants, as long as she uses it sparing on her parents who are WISE to her antics. As her Aunt Bunnie puts it “She’s a lovable troublemaker with Sonic’s knack for trouble, and Sally’s brains to get out of said trouble.... most of th’ time.” She also has picked up some mechanical aptitude after hanging out often with her Great Uncle Chuck, Uncles Tails and Uncle Rotor. She loves repairing things and trying to build her own gadgets or vehicles. Well once she builds one that doesn’t fall apart from her overzealous designs getting the better of practical usage. In a tense situation where trouble brews, she’s the most likely to start throwing punches, and worry about ‘why’ the troublemakers started trouble after they’re tied up from their punch-naps. Of the royal duo she doesn’t exactly try to slack in any royal duties she has, but the idea of adventuring across the planet sounds more keen than sitting on a throne or doing paperwork, or both. Despite being closest with her Father she does love and respect her Mother; if anything she sees her as the ultimate badass Queen; but she also loves to push her buttons, a lot. Lastly unlike her brother who aspires to be a decent cook, he isn’t, and she is, and she does love to rub it in J.C.’s face she can pull of ‘Uncle Twan and Aunt Bunnie’s recipes’ with gusto. Jaleel-Craig (J.C. for short): The brother of the twins (with a double homage to Jaleel White and Roger-Craig Smith), J.C. is the more serious of the pair, but in a more laid back manner compared to his Mother. Of the two royal heirs, he’s the one who takes their responsibilities to the crown seriously. That said he’s not in any rush to be crowned King either, feeling he’s still lacking qualities or the ability to see things his sister does that he feels make her just as good a potential ruler as she feels he will be. Just getting her to understand that is a tall order. Not unlike his sister, while he loves both parents equally and shares many traits with both; while Kathleen is the apple of Sonic’s eye, J.C. is Sally’s pride. Sharing a love of lore, history, and learning in general. It isn’t uncommon to find the two engrossed in going over books and tomes of lost lore they’re trying to regain after so much was lost in the Robotnik/Eggman wars. While he and his sister both were taught hand-to-hand and various self defense moves by both their parents after their kidnapping at age six; J.C. found himself favoring the use of melee weapons in conjunction to the lessons from his parents and extra martial arts from Aunt Bunnie. To this end, his Uncle Twan’ was happy to show the young man the way of the blade to which J.C. has proven proficient and capable to his Uncle’s delight. Plus it gives Antoine playful ribbing ammo to use against his Father. J.C. is also a skillful diplomat-in-training having picked up some skills from his Mother and some of the best silver-tongues on the planet. As much as he is the studious son, he still shares a streak of mischief not unlike his sister; he’s just much better at being subtle and under-the-radar about it. Alas one skill he aspires to master but for the time being, fails at is cooking. If it’s anything but his Father and Great Uncles Chili-Dog recipes, he finds himself burning water not unlike his Mother. The fact his sister who usually prefers junk food, can make Uncle Twan’s Crepes’ or Aunt Bunnie’s Peach Cobbler from scratch vexes him. Much like his sister, he does revel in the speed inherited from their Father, but he views it as a ‘with great power, comes great responsibilities’ viewpoint as opposed to his sister ‘freedom above all’ mentality of the super-speed. That said, he’s not above using it to help her preform pranks from time to time. A last bit of side information. After the kidnapping, as an extra safety precaution, Sally asked Nicole to create some helper A.I.’s to work alongside the children. A notion Nicole found not just a good tactical idea, but also endearing as it would in her eyes, foster a continued foundation of friendship and family between her own growing ‘cyber family’ and Sally and Sonic’s own. With some ‘help’ from a certain former Metal Sonic-turned-good (*cough*Shard*cough*), Nicole created her own A.I. ‘children’ to be companions for the duo, housed in upgradable ‘watches’ that would house the A.I. when they were away from the nanite-network of New Mobotropolis. Kathleen gained ‘Berri’ Nicole and Shard’s ‘daughter’ who seems split between trying to ‘reign in’ some of Kathleen’s more spastic tendencies, and yet from time to time; loves to work alongside her in her crazy endeavors as Kathleen gets her to ‘lighten up’ some, as their friendship grows. Sometimes two crazy minds work well together. Kathleen equates Berri to having a portable, nanit-hack-capable sis-in-crime. J.C.’s A.I. companion Fragment or ‘Frag’ as they coined as a nickname is a bit of an oddity. His default persona is that of a semi-stiff minder, who encourages his more academic past-times, and furthering his education. Yet at times Frag shifts into a female persona who sometimes uses ‘Fraggie’ as a nickname. Fraggie is more laid back, trying to get the young Prince to mellow out when his more serious side becomes ‘a bit much’. She also seems to enjoy trying to play match maker between J.C. and his crushes. Okay I hope ya’all enjoyed these tidbits on my fankids. Next time we return to headcanons about their parents!

#boundforfreedom #Sally Acorn #Sonic the Hedgehog #Fankids #J.C. #Kathleen #fanfic #Sonally #Sonsal

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Remember how I said I loved the Marcy’s sister theory? Well, I decided to make a drabble about it, so that if the theory isn’t real I’ll at least be relieved that I finished this draft after a month of procrastination.

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Nothing really fazed the big sister of the household.

That might be because she knew when to stick out of trouble. Sure, she got some responsibilities, exams, and study seshes, and those overloaded her schedules most days, but she never did forget to account for her family’s presence in her life. Or how her family house became quiet more times than not.

Sure, Dad did taxes in his studies, Mom cooked platters in the kitchen, but the Wus had this weird inconsistency when it came to volume. Either their parents were the most quiet beings on the planet, or she and Mar-mar were the loudest abominations to plague the household. She didn’t really know, it was hard to differentiate.

But besides all that, so long as Ally didn't stay out on curfews or got caught over breaking said curfews, then no one blamed her over specifics.

But with her little sister, she made exceptions.

Ally liked to think of herself as the cool sis. Her parents noted that as a skilled engineer she could set them stable for life. Her school thought she got the AP scores, the bombastic GPA, the rigor, and all these factors made sense for why people saw her in the first place.

Marcy didn't really care about money or grades. The only thing she cared about was Ally's ability to reverse engineer arcade games, how she could understand the inner workings of a ticket counter with just a simple screwdriver, or how combining soda with peppers was a very bad idea. Even though they drank it anyway.

Her baby sis of six saw all the random engineering she liked to do and thought Ally was cool.

And darn it, who didn't want to be looked at as the coolest sibling on the planet? 

So Ally made sure that Marcy's appreciation of her rang true.

If Marcy wanted to sneak out, Ally kept the windows open. If Marcy wanted to talk to her friends through the consoles, Ally found a way to get the wifi on without Dad knowing. If that meant Ally had to basically put up with a lot of "You should know better than this" and "Why are you being so ungrateful" shlock, then big deal.

Even if that meant opening up to more messy endeavors, like comforting her sister when Dad got too cranky over taxes — or AC, or stuff that didn't matter to him.

Ally had been in her room when one instance of this happened. She'd worked on schematics for the past three hours, and no one had bothered to knock on her door, because being in the zone meant that if her focus broke in any possible way, then she might as well say goodbye to every whim to work at all. So she drew her lines, kept wire junctions clear with dots printed at their respective points, and cheered to herself when the circuit seemed to work. Only for it to die out once again. 

She scratched her head. Some adjustments later she readied herself to test the circuit again, only for her door to creak behind her.

Just a slight creak though. It was the tiniest sound that could've been ignored if it weren't for the shuffling that came afterward. Or the sniffling.

Without even looking, her bed creaked from a new weight, and it didn't take a genius to know that her baby sister was in the room. Not only that but crying hard into her bed's Pikachu pillow. All heaves. Muffled yet loud.

Ally continued to work on her project for a few seconds. When the circuit got completed, she finally swerved her chair and sighed at the sight: Marcy was lying face down into the Pokemon cushion, arms clinging to the sheets as she choked back tears. It made her sound like a tape recorder, all breaths and stutters and other junk like that.

So Ally stared at her, concern held well when the noise calmed down.

"Is it Dad, again?" she whispered finally.

Bad question, Al. Of course it was. The painted C&C mini figure — was that X’ephire? Barbaros? Marcy had a lot of characters — beside the girl's side made it loud and clear that it had to involve Dad in some way.

Marcy always did want his approval after all.

Oh boy, her sis was still crying. They needed to fix that before they could do anything else.

"Hey, hey, look at me."

Marcy's face kept buried in the cushion. "No."

"Aw, come on, dude." Ally ogled the figure again and realized the familiarity of it. Marcy had painted the wood before in front of her. The name was on the tip of her tongue before the title clicked. "How am I supposed to learn more about Barbaros the Gardener if you're so far away?"

Ally carefully placed the mini-figure in between them. For a second, Marcy's eye peeked from where it hid, and spotted the nature cleric, bopping around in Al's hand — almost as if the character walked on some invisible road.

Putting on a gruff voice, Ally continued, "Come on, Creator, tell me how my adventure begins and ends. "Come on, Creator, tell me how my adventure begins and ends. Do I whip out the most wicked thorns or am I the biggest antihero on the Boiling Rocks?"

A giggle broke through. It wasn't Al's that's for sure. "Barbaros isn't an antihero."

"Oh?" Ally balanced the figure onto Marcy's head, smiling when the girl began to giggle even more. "Can they still whip out vines to shoot the competition?"

"I can do that if Barb is level five," Marcy admitted, uncertainty in her voice. "But right now she's level one, she still needs to learn about animal friendship and how to talk with nature."

"Ahhh." Ally rubbed her chin. She got it. She got it. "So she's an underdog."

Marcy beamed even more. "Mhm."

"C'mon, nerd, you can't just hide your face while talking about the coolest person in the campaign. I want to know her spells and backstory. You've always been the best with that."

"You're just saying that."

"I say a lot of things, but not this time. Mom takes the cake for that, remember?"

Another muffled giggle. "Yeah…"

The sobbing had stopped slightly. There were still a few hiccups, tears wiped from her red cheeks, but Marcy had seated herself at the edge of the bed, hugging the snot-stained pikachu tightly to her chest. Gotta wash that later, but focus, Al!

Marcy needed her help, Pikachu could worry about himself later.

She didn't look unhappy, though, instead her little sister displayed an eagerness when Ally stared dead-on at the mini figure.

Almost her old self, no doubt.

"You sure?" Her legs tensed, the excited swing of her feet stifled bit by bit. She was definitely trying to hold back. "I mean, what if you don't like it?"

"Why won't I?" Ally smirked. "Am I too old to geek out over beholders and kobolds?"

"I don't think so."

"Then tell me everything," she told her. Barbaros was pushed snugly into Marcy's hands, and the girl fiddled with it — pressing her fingers at the gap between Barb's sword and hand, into the coat of paint delicately brushed onto the cloak and latches. "I know you, Marce. You love doing what you love, and it isn't wrong to show that you love it."

"But what if people don't want to see it? What if they think it's all weird and pointless?"

It always pained her whenever Marcy gave her that look — the kind that harbored so much admiration and labor over things she worked on all day and night — that could be smacked quick like no one's business. And that was why Ally straightened her back, giving the girl the brightest smirk a teenager like her could muster.

"Well, find the ones who do want to see it, duh." Ally motioned toward her engineering kit and grew relieved at Marcy's eyes following her direction. "Why should we care over people who just don't get it? I mean, my school's got a load of geeks and they don't punish each other over passion. They only punish rudeness. Heck, people lose their chunks over football all the time so why not the same for you?"

Marcy's glare at the wires softened. And that was enough.

"Why shouldn't you be unapologetic about the stuff you love?"

Her little sister didn't look at her. She resumed softly kicking for a while, the Pikachu squeaking in her hold. Without another response between them, Ally turned to resume over the circuit's wiring, licking her lips when the remaining tests she activated didn't work.

She was on the sixth run when Marcy broke the silence.

"Al?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I stay here and talk to you about Barb?" Marcy displayed the mini-figure from her palm. Her smile was minuscule, but Al could see it grow with each sliver of confidence. "I just thought of some new backstory that can fit for her character, and you might like it, it involves vampires."

Ally's tools clicked on the table surface. She drummed the utensils' clean ends onto the wood, a sick beat kicking out the quiet. "Shoot, dude. Tell me everything! I'm all for badass vampire ladies."

And the smile on her sister's face made the day all the more sweeter.

#amphibia #fanfic #name is based off one of the potential VAs #LOOK #I AM JUST REALLY PASSIONATE OVER THE IDEA OF GIVING MARCY A SISTER #SHE DESERVES A SISTER #marcy's sister theory

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tw: implied/referenced abuse, depressive themes, and transphobia

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Endeavor was a stuck up little bitch.

Not that a lot of people knew.

Oh well. He’ll get his revenge one day.

Touya sighs, setting his keys on the counter.

“Keigo! I’m home!”

The house was big- airy, if that was a word. Birdboy hated closed spaces. Touya couldn’t blame him, either; he couldn’t stand anything that looked like his “training” room.

There was a thunk upstairs as Keigo ran down to greet him.

“How was work? How was Dad?” He asks.

“Dad”, Atsuhiro Sako, was Touya’s adopted dad. They worked together under their agency, the League of Heroes. The League of Heroes were made up of heroes who were told they were villains, or considered outcasts.

“It was alright, Big sis Magne started asking people if they wanted interns.” Touya responds to his fiance.

Keigo comes up behind him, hugging him and wrapping his wings around Touya.

“Hmmm. Did you look for an intern, dove? You could get your brother~”

“I didn’t think about it, no. But there’s Toga already. Did you?”

Touya can feel Keigo smile into his shoulder.

“There’s one with a bird quirk.”

“Oh, I see.” Touya smirks.

His stomach rumbles as he does.

“Aww, does my little birdie need some food?” Keigo says, a twinkle in his eye. “I’ll go get you some.”

He grabs his hand and leads him to the kitchen.

They look through the fridge, then the freezer.

“Chinken nuggets?” Keigo asks, after a beat of silence.

“You did not just reference that, again.”

And Keigo laughs, loud and clear. Touya thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever heard.

God, he’s in deep, isn’t he?

They sit together at the counter while they wait for the food to cook. They don’t talk for a bit, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Speaking of Shoto, how’s the family? Rumi’s been talking ‘bout Fuyumi a lot.” Keigo says, taking the pan out of the oven.

“Oh my goodness- remember that crusty kid I was talking to you about? He’s dating Natsuo.” Touya deadpans, and Keigo bursts into giggles.

“God, he could do so much better! And he chose the crustiest kid on this side of Japan!” He rants, Keigo staring from across the table.

“Hana’ll kill you for that.”

Touya sighs again, knowing that he was right. “Yeah, I know. I still don’t know why Natsuo chose her crusty brother, but he’s happy. And it gets him out of the house, too.”

Keigo nods. “Away from Endeavor.”

“Away from Endeavor.”

They sit for a while in silence at that. Touya knows Keigo used to idolize Endeavor, and he knows why.

God, out of all people, couldn’t Keigo have a good childhood?

At least he’s not hurting now.

The sun has fallen, and they’re laying on their bed.

The moonlight filters through the curtains. Keigo’s been asleep for a while now.

The slightest breeze drifts into the room.

If we lived in a harsher world, we’d be so much more cruel.

Oh, what a beautiful night to be alive with you.

---

Touya brings Keigo into the agency. He’d been curious about how it worked- the League was unprecedented.

Touya hoped he’d want to join too. He wouldn’t mind his soon-to-be husband patrolling with him.

Hero work is a dangerous game to play, after all.

The League of Heroes’s building is not very intimidating. It’s survived thunderstorms, 52 mental breakdowns (not by the same person), and now the prank the entire League is in on.

It’s time for the hero charts.

Showtime.

It had taken so much bribing, from the poor intern that worked for one of the higher ups, to one of the higher ups themselves.

Touya could only hope it was worth it.

Oh, it was worth it.

On live television, in front of nearly the entire world, Enji Todoroki, known as Endeavor, had gotten massively pranked.

First, it was the glitter. Then, the water balloons and the rainbow slime. After that, it was the chicken and the three fire extinguishers.

And of course, copious amounts of cheese.

And it was all filmed. It was all broadcasted to a live audience.

Oh- and everyone knew who did it.

But there was no evidence.

God, Touya loved trashing Endeavwhore (and that’s an insult to sex workers).

It was the night after when Twice suggested something Touya had never thought of before.

The night was young, fireflies just beginning to come out. They were on the balcony, drinking and catching up like family would.

“Hey,” He said, “Why don’t you sue him? Get your bro outta that place and over here.”

Twice was a genius.

Twice was a goddamn genius.

Headlines were all over the place. “Endeavor gets sued?” “Enji Todoroki- an abusive piece of shit?” “Endeavor loses custody!”

God, the journalists were having a fucking field day with this. Touya can’t blame them, though.

The day was beautiful. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and little kids were running around outside. Keigo was sitting next to him, listening to his music. Touya finished up some paperwork to finally, finally get his siblings out from under Endeavor.

Thankfully, there was enough evidence to prove he was at least neglectful. People could finally see just how much of an asshole he was, and how high his civilian casualty and endangerment rates are.

There was one teeny, tiny, thing.

The Commission.

The only reason Endeavor was still in the top ten is because of that fucking Commission.

God, he hated the Commission. The things they did to Keigo, the scars that still remain on his psyche.

Fuck the Commission.

It just- It made him so angry. The way Toga and Spinner were treated, how Twice wasn’t able to get help until he became a hero- God, he hated it.

And he didn’t even know how bad it was! He was sheltered from Quirkist attitudes. Well, as sheltered as you can be, living with Endeavor as a dad.

He only knew a little bit of how much they had suffered under this system. He knew there was something more to how Twice always stayed in his hero costume, or how Magne avoided that one part of town. How Toga stared at that one schoolyard for a little too long before walking away.

And he hated it. So, so much.

Fuck the Commission.

---

It’s Touya’s first free day. The hecticness of moving all of his sibling’s stuff into their house was crazy. Who knew that keeping a house was so hard? Not him, that’s who.

So, like any rational person, he goes out to catch up with a close friend.

He had met her during his time at U.A. Her name was Hana Shimura. They bonded through their shitty parents. She was the older sister of the crusty fuck, Tenko.

Why did Natsuo decide to date him? He'll never know.

Somehow or another, the conversation went from how their days went to when Tenko got his quirk.

“Yeah, he decayed the dog! Thankfully he froze up after, so I got Mom. If he didn’t freeze up, I’d be dead.”

The way she had said it- so casually...She probably was terrified at the time.

“There was a UA student that helped him, too. Oboro? I think that was his name...Anyway, Oboro really helped him! He’s kinda a father to him, if I’m being honest.” She went on, telling Touya how proud of Tenko she was.

How he had become a search and rescue hero, which he already knew, and using his quirk he had helped so many people! Because he can decay the debris trapping civilians and rescue them!

They walk down the street, still talking about their siblings and generally how life was going.

They were gonna meet up with Twice. There was a new restaurant that he noticed during his patrols.

Touya heard it was pretty good from Fuyumi and Rumi.

It looked pretty nice, too. He’d walked by it a few times.

“So how is Twice, anyway? I don’t hear much from him these days.” Hana says, pushing open the door to the restaurant.

“Guess you’ll find out, huh?”

Twice is sitting at an empty table in a corner. He was smart enough to change out of his hero costume, just like Touya and Hana.

He lifts his head as they get closer to the table.

“Hey guys! How’ve you been!” He greets them as they sit down.

“Good, good. We were talking about my brother, Tenko.” Hana says. Touya nods in agreement.

“And also how he got to be a hero, too.”

“Did I ever tell ya how I got to be a hero?” Twice asks them, barely containing a smile.

He never told them, well, not Touya.

Turns out, when he was having trouble with his Quirk, one of his doubles went and got a hero license. At the time he was barely of the streets, so he became a hero, joining up with Mr. Compress and Magne to create the League of Heroes.

Because why not? It kept him off the streets and he could help people like him.

A win-win for Twice.

Touya hated how his weird uncle was treated before he became a hero.

Because he was a person, like anyone else. Just a person.

So why was he treated so differently? Why didn’t people help him when he needed it?

God, Touya was so tired.

---

It’s late one night. Touya is alone with his adopted father.

“Dad, why’d you decide to be a hero?” He asks out of the blue.

Atsuhiro’s eyes mist over, and Touya worries for him. Touya’s told him all about the horrific shit he’s gone through, and he can’t help but wonder if he had gone through something horrible too.

Atsuhiro takes out a silver locket, and gently pries it open. He points at the picture inside.

“Look! It’s them…My perfect little family... That’s them! There’s my little girl, and the most beautiful person to ever exist. There they are…”

It’s silent for a moment, the only thing one could hear were the cicadas far away from here.

Touya opens his mouth, “What...What happened to them?”

“A hero. He didn’t care for protocol. He killed- He killed them! And no one believed me…” Atsuhiro trails off, looking down at the floor.

Touya can’t help but feel sorrow, too. He could’ve had a mom, another sister...

He really needs to stop adopting people.

He can’t imagine the pain Mr. Compress must’ve been in. To lose a lover, a child? Oh, it must hurt- so, so much. To lose what was essentially a part of you?

Oh, it hurts to even imagine.

“...They’re really pretty, Dad.”

“They...were both so beautiful in this picture. Toga reminds me of her, y’know? They are both so pretty, so grown-up, and have that same sense of humor…”

Touya’s not sure to who he’s referring to, but nods anyway.

Who’s he to question grieving old men?

“And the days fly by so fast now, I can’t help but feel as though I’m supposed to be insulted by it. But I can’t bring myself to care anymore…It hurts, Touya, it hurts. Sometimes...I can hardly bring myself out of bed...I feel like a ghost…”

It’s silent for a moment, before Touya speaks.

“Dad, I think you need to get help. This isn’t normal. And…I think they’d want you to be happy too, Dad. Don’t you deserve to be happy, too?”

“...I don’t know.”

“You don’t...know?”

“I don’t think I am. But...I want you to be happy. And Tenko, and Hana, and Twice, and Magne...But it’s so tiring, being happy. And I don’t know what to do!”

His sobs seem to echo through the building.

“Come on, Dad. Let’s get you help. You can get some rest.”

He leads Sako back to his house, Atsuhiro being half-asleep by the time they get home.

Mr. Compress takes the spare bedroom, and falls asleep as soon as he hits the pillow. Keigo notices Touya, and walks over to him.

“Heya dove~ How was your day?”

“Worrying. Dad...Dad needs some help. He’s got some shit going on...He’s so tired, Kei. We need to get him therapy or something.”

“Oh, baby…” Keigo whispers, but Touya is too tired to hear.

He falls asleep in his fiance’s arms, safe and sound.

---

The house is abuzz with activity when Touya wakes up. Keigo’s laughter echoes around the place, filling the air with a sense of home.

What a beautiful way to wake up.

Touya gets dressed and walks downstairs. Keigo’s in the kitchen, talking amicably with his sister, Fuyumi. Dad was smiling fondly at the sight, picking at his food. Natsuo was talking on the phone with someone, blushing a little.

Keigo turns towards him, and oh, he was so handsome.

“Good morning, dovely~”

Unbelievable. It was too early for puns.

“Ugh, no. Don’t ever make puns this early. Dad, you doing okay?”

Atsuhiro looks over at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“I’m doing just fine, sonny boy~”

“God, it’s too early for this shit. Keigo, get me some coffee, will you?”

“Language!” Fuyumi scolds.

Eventually the coffee is made, and tables cleaned. Breakfast is done.

Keigo helps set up an appointment with Fuyumi. She’s a part time therapist, part time substitute teacher.

Touya takes a deep breath. One day, Dad will be okay. He’ll be alright.

Time for work.

It’s a beautiful, sunny day when Touya goes on patrol again. This time with Magne and the new intern, Toga.

He already knew somewhat what the girls had gone through.

“Good morning, Magne, Toga.” He greeted them.

“Good morning!” Toga says, and then they go off.

Touya’s stuck in his thoughts as they walk to a coffee house while on break. He listens in as he reaches for the door.

“Yeah, my parents threw me out cause they didn’t think I was a girl.”

“My parents threw me out, too! I had to run away, they didn’t like my quirk very much...I got lucky, and Mom became my mom! That’s how I became a hero! How did you, big sis Magne?”

“Mr. Compress saved me from one of those fucking creeps. He let me stay with him for a while, and helped me get back on my feet. I decided to be a hero then, to help people like me.”

They sit down at one of the tables, still talking about their lives. Touya takes a bite of his muffin.

Ah, life was alright, if just for a little while.

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[ssatoritendou]

Fiery Sister

Pairing: todoroki/reader

Shoto Todoroki 

Word count: 1.4k

+ summary: you and Todoroki are paired to be partners for a project but it is not ok with your protective twin brother, Katsuki did not agree 

Genre: fluff 

Warning: none 

“Hey, Todoroki can we be partners for the project. I don’t want to get stuck with Kaminari again.” “We wouldn’t have to work at your house would we?” “Of course not. My mom can’t afford another table.” You joked. “Katsuki can be quite the firecracker.” “Not as fiery as you can be.” “Icy-Hot what are doing talking to my sister?!” Bakugou screamed across the classroom. “Damn Katsuki we are partners! Chill out!” You screamed back. "Bakugou calm down I'll just partner with Mineta," Kaminari replied hoping to calm down Mr. Lord Explosion Murder. "NO! He is trying to get in her pan-" Kirishima wrapped his hands around Bakugou's mouth before said another word. "We are going to go back to your house. We will see you at dinner. " Kirishima flashed his shark-like teeth smile and dragged Bakugou out while activating his quirk. "Sorry about him." You smiled at him. His face was redder than his hair and his eyes were wide. "Are you ok Todoroki?" You blinked at the boy. 

"Uh, yeah. Sometimes Bakugou can be rude." "No kidding. I'm more like my dad in some aspects but it comes to villains and well Katsuki and I are like our mom." "Woah, Woah Bakugou takes after your mom?” He asked shocked. "Yeah, you should ask Deku. She is really a lovely woman so nice. But she has an anger problem a little bit." You giggled. He gave you that look again. "My dad is more timid and kind. He always knows how to calm her down when she is ready to kill us both." You were already outside walking to the train. "What about your family Todoroki? Anything interesting?" "Well, you know that my father is #2 hero Endeavor. My mom lives with other family members at the moment. She and my dad are separated." Your face softened. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "I have 3 older siblings. My oldest brother is trying to find himself and then my sister is like our provider. She cooks and cleans the house. My other brother is in college for medicine." "You get along?" "Most of the time. But I'm always busy with school." You felt a chill and rubbed your arms. "That must be hard. I mean I know Bakugou and I don't always get along but I love him to death. If anyone were to hurt him I would kill them in a heartbeat." "See this is what I mean by you have a little bit of a fiery personality. Are you cold?" "Just a little bit chilly but I'm fine." "I know we should wait until we get to my house to do the assignment but how come you are cold? Don’t you have a heat like quirk that could keep you warm?" “If I use the quirk yeah. But it’s not like I can secrete lava whenever I want. That would ruin everything.” “Too bad. I’m always fine. Being half cold and half hot.” “Lucky bastard.” “You sound like Bakugou.” He chuckled. “Hahaha, so funny Todoroki.” You mocked.

You approached a fairly large house at the end of the street. You could fit 2 of your houses in there. “Wow, your house looks so cool.” “It’s nothing much. My sister is probably home and my dad isn’t supposed to be home for like 2 weeks. He’s the lead hero on a case.” “Ok.” You walked in and took off your shoes and you followed Todoroki down a hallway. “Shoto why are you home late?” Someone yelled. “It’s not that late sis.” He called back. “I’m working on a partner project we are going to be upstairs.” “Can I at least meet your partner? I barely know any of your classmates besides the green-haired one and that girl-” “Yes! Yes! Fine, you can meet them.” He responded quickly. You assumed she was talking about Momo. She and Todoroki were always close being both recommended students, having powerful quirks, and coming from rich families. Todoroki’s face was all pink and a little embarrassed. “Siblings can be quite embarrassing,” You said rubbing his arm. “Y-Yeah.” “Are you ok?” He slowly broke his cold exterior and his chill personality. “You're fine. I mean I’m fine.” He nervously laughed. Did you make him nervous? “Ok.” “We should go to the kitchen. She is probably in there.” He said walking ahead of you. “Hi, Fuyumi this is ____. ____ this is my sister.” “It’s very nice to meet you,” You said reaching out your hand to the female. “Oh, I see you are the angry hedgehog's sister. ____.” She smirked at the last bit and stared at Todoroki. “Angry Hedgehog?” You started laughing hysterically. “Oh my, that is a great insult. I’m so calling him that tonight at dinner.” “Aww, I thought you would be having dinner with us.” She pouted. “It’s only Shoto and me please stay.” “You don’t have to. My sister should not pressure you into having dinner with us.” He glared at her. He was still a little blushy. “I’m sure it’s fine. Honestly, dinner at home can get a little hostile nice to change it up every once and awhile.” You smiled at the two. “Great I’m making cold soba tonight. It’s Shoto’s favorite.” “Trust me I know. He stole the last one from the cafeteria last week. Bakugou was ready to kill him.” “I didn’t know you wanted it.” “It’s just food,” You said patting his shoulder. “Ok, you guys go do your homework. And nothing else.” She pointed at Todoroki. “And you say my brother’s rude.” He smirked. “So which way is it to your room, Todoroki?” “Just follow me. You can call me Shoto if you like?”

Dinner was great but a little awkward. Fuyumi was showing me pictures of Shoto. You said he was a cute baby. You think you killed him. He legit dropped his utensils and stared for a solid 4 minutes before coming back to reality. He offered to walk you home you tried to decline but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was really a gentleman. You softly mentally. You did have a small crush on Todoroki but so did every girl in our class and any girl that watched the sports festival. Who wouldn’t fall in love with the young determined aspiring hero? And with those heterochromatic eyes and his two-toned hair. And his not so often smile. His round puffy cheeks when he did smile. You did enjoy his quiet nature it was quite soothing. “When you said I was a cute baby did you say that because I didn’t have my scar?” Todoroki said pulling you out of your thoughts. “Oh god, no Shoto! I would never be that shallow. I think you look very handsome with the scar it brings out the character in you makes you more noticeable. I know that’s not your favorite thing in the world, to be the center of attention, unlike my brother...WHY ARE YOU SMILING?” “It’s funny to hear you ramble and apologize at the same time. Sorry, I asked the question. I’m really not fond of my scar. But it’s nice to hear that you think I’m handsome with it.” It was your turn to blush. “N-No problem.”

“Thank you again for walking me home. You really didn’t have to do that.” “It’s the least I could do after Fuyumi embarrassed me and you wanting to be my partner.” “Haha. I’m just glad I was able to finish a project with my partner and not by myself.” “We can always be partners again ____.” “Not a fucking chance Half N’ Half!” Katsuki yelled from his window. “Bakugou man leave them alone and help me finish our damn project so I don’t have to finish it myself.” “But I already know all the places you get hard.” “Close the fucking window you pervs!” “Fuck you Bitch!” Katsuki yelled. “At least I don’t look like a fucking Hedgehog!” “What’d you say hag?!” “Katsuki you lay back down on the bed and help me and I’ll do that thing you like,” Kirishima said. “Fine!” He slammed the window shut. “What’s the thing he likes?” “Todoroki let’s just say you would like it too.” You patted his arm and went for the door handle. “____ I was wondering if maybe you would want to…” “Yes.” “I didn’t even finish.” “You’re really not a man for words Shoto. But yes I would like to do my next project with you.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I know. I was just messing with you, of course, I will go on date with you. But If I’m out here any longer Katsuki will be here too.” You kissed his cheek and went inside. “See you tomorrow.” You turned back around to see him on fire and a block of ice attached to him.  

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[ichigo-daifuku]

Solstice

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Relationships: Todoroki Family; Hawks/Todoroki Fuyumi Genre: Angst with a Hopeful Ending Word Count: 3.8k | AO3 Link | @todofammonth

Todoroki Family Month, Day 13: Love

Synopsis: Fuyumi’s heartbreaks came in the form of three scars on the left side of three people’s faces.

Warning: The following contains spoilers for the Pro Hero Arc and the Paranormal Liberation War Arc.

夏炉冬扇 | かろとうせん | karotōsen

lit. summer fires and winter fans; useless, untimely things.

At the tender age of twelve, Fuyumi bore the burden of being someone who had the usefulness of a fire during summer.

It began as a flicker of a flame during her younger years until something happened and set the sentiment ablaze within her soul: her mother’s breaking point. With everything Endeavor had put Rei through, Rei snapped, ended up hurting Shoto, and had to be taken away from home. Endeavor had mentioned Rei’s weak constitution time and again, but to Fuyumi, her mother had been anything but weak. Rei had been the one holding their family together, or at least, with all the strength she could muster, she had tried to. Without Rei, everything began to fall apart. Amidst the chaos, Fuyumi promised herself she would take care of her brothers. She gave it her all, but there was only so much a young girl like her could do. 

No matter how much she prayed for his return, Toya was gone, and Fuyumi held the role of the eldest Todoroki sibling in his absence. The first few days had been the most difficult. She and Natsuo would try to play together as they usually did, but nothing was the same any longer. Natsuo, who had been closest to Toya, would be so angry at their father, at himself, and at life—so much so that he ended up crying while pouring his heart out to her, the only person who was around to listen. She patted his back and grieved in silence, concealing her feelings of helplessness through speaking words of comfort to Natsuo.

In a short time, two members of their family had left them: their mother, indefinitely; their eldest brother, forever.

At a loss, Fuyumi longed to see her mother so badly, but when she took the train to Tokyo and asked the receptionist of Fujiya Hospital which room number Todoroki Rei was staying in, she was told her mother was in no state to receive visitors yet. Fuyumi couldn't argue, so she went home without complaint and stayed inside her room for the rest of the day. Her body felt numb as she wallowed in her gloomy thoughts, and a part of her came to the conclusion that if it was hard for her, then it was harder for Natsuo, and hardestfor Shoto.

The limited amount of interaction she shared with her youngest brother made her feel as if they were strangers to each other. On most days, she would catch a glimpse of his white and crimson hair before leaving for school, and when she was lucky, she would see him again when she arrived in the afternoon. However, some days passed when their paths never crossed at all. Fuyumi wouldn't dare voice out her thoughts regarding the matter, but she envied the other girls in her class. Their fathers or older brothers would come to pick them up after school and carry them on their backs to the playground, and they were free to dote on their little brothers as much as they wanted to. She could do neither of those. Although the Todoroki family was traditional, they were far from the usual.

Night fell. Everyone in the house was supposed to be asleep, but Fuyumi was struck with the inclination to see Shoto. The events surrounding their household plagued her mind as of the recent and kept her awake until the wee hours. Tonight was no exception, and she was certain it would be the same case for him. As quietly as she could manage, she tiptoed to Shoto’s room, slid the door open, and entered. Once she spotted him sitting on the futon, a blanket covering his legs and feet, she closed the door.

Fuyumi stepped closer until she neared his hunched form. “Shoto.”

Shoto lifted his head and sniffled, returning her stare with a blank expression on his face. His burn wound had been treated at the hospital and was well enough to be unbandaged. A scar as red as the color of the left side of his hair marred his angelic face. 

Trembling, Fuyumi lost the feeling of her legs and fell to her knees in front of her brother, her vision blurry.

“Sis...” Shoto whispered, sounding worried.

“I’m sorry, Shoto,” Fuyumi said, her voice cracking. Carefully, she reached out and took his little form in her arms, combing her fingers through his hair. “I’m so sorry.”

Shoto kept quiet. He shivered, and his body was wracked by silent sobs, dampening her clothed shoulder. “I miss Mom.”

“I wish she was here, too.”

“Do you think she’ll be able to come back soon?”

Fuyumi didn’t know how to break the news to him but decided to be honest. “I tried to visit her at the hospital a while ago, but I wasn’t able to see her.”

“Why not?”

“The nurse told me she wasn’t well enough for visitors yet.”

Shoto sobbed harder. He was so young, and all Fuyumi could think of was how he didn’t deserve any of this. Both in the physical and emotional sense, Shoto was scarred for life. The permanence of it all drove the tears Fuyumi had been holding back to stream down her cheeks.

Her brother was suffering, and she was unable to do anything for him.

For most of her life, Endeavor considered Fuyumi a failure in his life, someone who had the purpose of a fan during winter.

When her Quirk manifested, she had been excited to show it to him. Young and naïve, she believed she would be able to train with him and Toya and finally be able to spend time with them, but the moment her father saw frost instead of flames, he had looked away and turned his back on Fuyumi. Her Quirk disqualified her from being his successor, and Endeavor, driven by his selfish motivations, lost his interest in her. No matter how many books Fuyumi read, or how well she did at school, or how much she wished for it, he never spared her a second glance.

Fuyumi stared at the Endeavor doll on her desk. He was her father, so why did he treat her the way he did? Did he love her? Did he consider her as his child? His flesh and blood? She couldn’t tell. Questions such as those floated inside her head, but she was afraid to know the answer. At night, she would end up crying herself to sleep because she has never felt that she was good enough to be his daughter.

After Rei had been hospitalized, Fuyumi would offer her assistance in the kitchen during her free time. She enjoyed cooking, and it provided her something else to think about instead of the negative sentiments in her life. While she waited for dinner to commence, she would flip through the television channels and watch soap operas. One time, she came across a news report about Endeavor being the Pro Hero with the highest tally of resolved cases in history. As the reporter interviewed a few of the civilians Endeavor saved, she wondered if the price for the safety and lives of others were the happiness and lives of her family.

Years passed, and a miracle happened sometime after Shoto attended U.A. High School. The shift in Enji’s life was gradual, but nonetheless, existent. Fuyumi would never forget the first time she felt it. One Friday afternoon, she exited the gates of the elementary school she taught at and found him leaning against the side of his parked car outside, his arms crossed, waiting.

Once he spotted her waving at him with a surprised expression on her face, he opened the door and gestured inside with a nod. “Let’s go home.”

Fuyumi paused, unsure of what spurred on her father’s strange behavior, but decided not to question it. “Okay.”

The way home was filled with silence. At first, it had been awkward, but as the minutes ticked by, she calmed down. Halfway through the car ride, the sudden realization that, for the first time in a long time, she felt comfortable in his presence, made her sigh.

“How was your day?” Enji asked out of the blue, his eyes trained on the last of the pedestrians crossing the road.

“It was… good,” she replied and meant it. The traffic light struck green, and they continued on their way. “One of the girls got her Quirk today, so that was exciting.”

“I see.”

“What about you, Dad? How did your day go?”

Everything they talked about had been so mundane, but it was the first time it happened. No one knew how she cried that night with her heart full of mixed emotions, a spark of hope igniting inside her heart. 

From then on, her father picked her up from work when he wasn’t busy, sent her messages, and gave her souvenirs from his frequent trips—little things that didn’t seem like much, but meant the world to Fuyumi.

The day after the failure of a family meal she organized following Endeavor’s battle in Fukuoka, she found herself sharing a meal with her father in a traditional Japanese restaurant in the vicinity of the Endeavor Hero Agency. Her father didn’t mention it, but this was a way for him to make it up to her for souring Natsuo’s mood, even though the purpose of the get-together had been to thank him and to welcome him back home in the first place. Fuyumi couldn’t blame Natsuo for feeling resentful. In fact, she was the one who understood Natsuo’s feelings best as she, too, had suffered from the neglect of their father. At least, she had found out Shoto shared a similar point of view as hers which furthered her hope. Perhaps, it was selfish of her to dream of being a proper family, but when they finally had this chance, she would never be able to forgive herself if she didn’t grasp it.

As she sat across Enji, the scar on the left side of his face reminded her of the horrific encounter her father faced, the battle which she witnessed through a screen. “Dad.”

“Hm?”

“That villain you fought last time… The one which scarred your face...”

“Nomu.”

“Yes.”

“What about them?”

“Are there more of them?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “I believe there are more of those which are of the same caliber as the one in Kyushu, but a lot of those we have encountered are weaker versions of them.”

She sighed, placed her chopsticks down, and took a sip of her tea, unable to find the words to say.

“There’s no need to worry, Fuyumi.”

Even so, she did worry. Heroes lived in constant danger, and Endeavor was no stranger to that reality. Although she had faith in his abilities as a Pro Hero, his encounter with High End had cut it close. What if another Nomu—or another more powerful villain—attacked him? She refused to consider it, but she had to: what if he didn’t emerge from the battle as luckily as he did the last time? Endeavor was now the Number One Hero, and while he was thrust into the position in a manner that dissatisfied him, he was exerting all of his efforts to deserve the position. As for the person who was behind the costume, Enji, there were things he wanted to do for his family still, a brighter future he strived for those he had wronged. What if because of those villains, he wouldn’t be able to do it?

Enji was trying his hardest to repent for the sins he had committed against his family. He was doing all he could, but as Fuyumi gave her father a small smile and dropped the subject, though unspoken, both of them wondered if his best would be good enough.

Fuyumi wished there was a way for her to ease his burden, but whether or not he would succeed in being deserving of the title ‘Number One Hero’ and ‘Father’ was something out of her hands.

Even to the man she fell in love with, Fuyumi remained a fire in summer and a fan in winter.

The dysfunctional family she grew up in didn’t deter her desire to have a family of her own one day. The things she wanted and did not want in a family were clear to her as crystal. All her life, she believed she would end up with a fellow civilian, but all of her assumptions went straight out of the window the moment a certain someone barged inside her life: Hawks.

By chance, they met when she and her father were having dinner with some of his sidekicks. Much to Endeavor’s irritation, Hawks came in unannounced and sat in front of them. Fuyumi recognized him the second her eyes landed on his winged form; he was the hero who battled High End alongside her father. It was strange how the two of them were the same in age, but the responsibility he carried on his shoulders as a hero was multiple times the weight of what she had on her own. Still, he proved to be an easy person to talk to. He loved to joke around, even at the expense of her father. Somehow, the way Hawks would meet her eyes as they carried out a lighthearted conversation, genuinely interested in what she had to say, made her heartbeat race. In passing, he mentioned his lack of interest in nurturing the next generation which piqued her interest as she was the opposite—it was what she yearned to accomplish in her lifetime.

To Fuyumi’s surprise, Hawks surreptitiously slipped a small sheet of paper in her palm before they parted ways: it was his contact information. All night, she had thought nothing of it, assuming his flirtatious smile and behavior was something typical for him, but when he started inviting her to casual hangouts whenever he happened to be around Musutafu, she thought twice and dared for her thoughts to wander into uncharted territory.

Once, Hawks dropped by the elementary school Fuyumi taught at. He greeted and played with the children, claiming he wanted to witness what it was like to nurture the next generation out of sheer curiosity. As she watched him smile and laugh while he gave the kids a turn to be lifted in the air, she concluded he had nothing to worry about in that matter.

The closer she got to him, the more she wanted to know. The sentiment turned out to be mutual, and the rest was history. From his witty remarks to the bravery that flowed in his veins, Fuyumi couldn’t find anything that wasn’t worth admiring. Before she knew it, she had fallen deeply in love with Hawks. Even if there were fragments of his life she has yet to discover and memories of her own she has yet to tell him, for now, it was fine—they were fine. When they were both ready to share those aspects of themselves, they would cross that bridge together.

Everything was going well until she was reminded of the things his status as a hero entailed.

Hawks, who was handpicked by the Hero Public Safety Commission to train as a hero from a young age, succeeded Endeavor in being the Number Two Hero. As the circumstances called for it, he had to serve as a double-agent in the Paranormal Liberation Front, and it came with consequences. An inevitable war transpired between the heroes and the villains. Hawks had been on the verge of dying at the hands of a villain, but one of his interns, a student from U.A. High School and Shoto’s classmate, Tsukuyomi, had saved him.

Hawks made it out alive, but the aftermath of the war led his future to uncertainty.

The familiar scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils as she knocked on the door of the hospital room he was staying at. She braced herself, unsure of what to expect, and entered. Hawks was lying down on his bed as he greeted her with a smile like he always did. Half of his face, his arms, and torso were all wrapped in bandages. She kissed the top of his head and placed the flowers she brought for him on the vase over his bedside table, adding color to the plain white walls and flooring of his room.

“You have to eat,” Fuyumi insisted when she noticed that his tray of food remained untouched.

“But Fuyumi…” Hawks whined, his lips curved into a frown, “your cooking is a thousand times better than what they serve here.”

“I’ll bring you food when you’re not on a strict diet anymore, how does that sound?”

“Like heaven.”

With her gentle request and assistance, he proceeded to sit up and eat his food, any discomfort he was feeling imperceptible. All the while, he asked her many things like how she has been, what she has been up to, and if she missed him. She answered each one while matching his cheerful manner: she has been safe but worried, she learned how to cook a new chicken dish she thought he would like, and yes, she did miss him—a lot.

When the doctor came in a few hours later to check on his condition, a nurse in tow to assist him in changing his bandages, Hawks turned to her and asked, “Want to go buy us some drinks from the vending machine downstairs?”

She returned his gaze, her voice calm as she replied, “It’s alright. I can handle seeing this.”

In the corner of the room, she sat down and observed. As the doctor and the nurse unwrapped his bandages, Fuyumi refused to blink, both curious and afraid to find out the extent of his injuries.

A burn scar marred the left side of his face, and he could barely open his eyelid. His bushy eyebrow and the long eyelashes she had admired when she stared at his side profile were both thinned. The doctor and the nurse began to remove the bandages around his torso. Fuyumi had noticed it—of course, she had—but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of his injured back and the absence of his wings. She froze, her clenched hands trembling and her eyes stinging with unshed tears. The sound of his voice as he cracked jokes with the medical professionals while they treated his injuries barely registered in her mind.

After a few reminders, the doctor and the nurse left. Fuyumi returned to the seat beside his bed. A wistful smile graced his lips, and she returned it with one of her own. 

“The streaks in your hair,” Hawks said, reaching out to touch her hair gently, “they’re like my feathers, aren’t they?”

Fuyumi kept quiet. 

Aside from their color and pointed shape, those two things were anything but similar. His feathers had traveled far and wide, heard and witnessed countless stories, and saved lives. Her hair was simply a unique feature she possessed, neither special nor heroic. She hoped he wouldn’t notice how her eyes had glazed through her eyeglasses, but as fate would have it, his exposed eye was as sharp as ever.

“Come here,” he urged, his arms wide open.

She obliged and sat on the bed. When he removed her eyeglasses and wrapped her in his embrace—the warm, familiar, and loving embrace she missed—she broke down. Her tears fell freely, uncontrollably. 

He rubbed her back and stroked her hair, tucking her head underneath his chin. “Shh… It’s okay. Everything’s okay now.”

She choked back another sob, taking a few moments to compose herself before replying, “When I first visited and saw you unconscious, I-I was so scared you wouldn’t wake up. I’m just… I’m so relieved you’re alive.”

He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Fuyumi shook her head. She should be the one comforting him and not the other way around, but ever since her last conversation with him before the war, she had been terrified. He had sounded as if he had been prepared to die. She wanted so terribly to ask about his past, what happened to him, who was the villain who injured him gravely, and what transpired during his espionage mission, but she knew better not to. It wasn’t the right time for it. For now, his recovery was the top priority, and Fuyumi would be there for him every step of the way, no matter what happened.

“I love you,” she told him.

“Fuyumi,” he whispered, “I love you more.”

If it were a normal day, she would have argued that it was she who loved him the most, but although it seemed like it was, today was anything but normal. Fuyumi wept for Hawks, uncertain if he would be able to soar high as he used to or if the sixth sense he had through each of his crimson feathers would ever return. The familiar feeling of helplessness crept inside her, making her question if her love meant anything at all.

In the end, Fuyumi could do nothing for Keigo.

The walk from the hospital to the train station had been short as she navigated through the streets in a daze, her feet taking her to her destination before she realized it. With the rush hour over, the crowd waiting for the train had thinned. Fuyumi stood alone, staring into space, her eyes still red-rimmed from crying. Her fingers trembled as she combed them through her short hair. Once she finished tying it in a ponytail, she opted to rest her hands inside her coat pockets. 

Memories of her family flashed inside her mind one by one. As if it was only yesterday, she contemplated the comfort she sought and the warmth she longed to give. She thought of Keigo, whom she promised to visit again tomorrow, and worried for him endlessly.

Today had been another reminder of her likeness to a fire in summer and a fan in winter, but once again, Fuyumi took a deep breath and exhaled with a resolve: to wait. 

She would wait for the day she would be able to do something for those she loved. She would wait for the time she would be able to protect them and be the one to tell them everything was going to be fine. She would wait until it was her season, until she was a fan in summer and a fire in winter.

Fuyumi had no way of knowing when it was going to happen, but deep within her laid faith for that time to come one day.

The train was set to arrive in five minutes.

Until then, she waited.

I would like to thank my good friend, ReverberatingEchoes, for proofreading this work!

I really love the idea of Hawks and Fuyumi together, so I'm happy I was able to write something that included them as a pairing 〜♩є(･Θ･｡)э

Thank you for reading!

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.10

a/n: do ya’ll love Gei? because this chapter is dedicated for Gei <3

warnings: this cannot be read solo, flamboyance

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“I’m sorry but Endeavor’s schedule is still full. If you’d like to set a meeting with him, it would have to wait till next week.” Burnin answered over the phone.

It was now 2 days since the rather nice date with the chief. You could’ve done this yesterday but the chief had insisted you take the day off. Not sure what his intentions were, you took the opportunity nonetheless. Spending it with your family was the best choice. (Mostly for Nomura’s cooking though...)

Now, you were nested in your cubicle. Face buried in a day’s pile of delayed work. Disappointed that the arson case would have to be moved once more. Maybe the HPSC would take interest in this? Probably not. Still, you wrote down a note to call Mera just in case you were sick and tired of the dead ends.

“In that case, schedule me a 20 minute meeting with him. You can choose when and what time.” You replied and ended the call.

Looking at the time, it was almost lunch and you were set to meet with Gei. His workplace was only 10 minutes from your area and you could afford to take your time knowing this day wasn’t as heavy as the rest. Your phone dinged with a notification from the man himself.

Gei is the Best: Honey boo boo. Is it alright if you drop by the hospital first? I have this patient that just WON'T sit still for the love Beyonce >:(

You: Sure :) Need me to lower his BP? That might do the trick.

Gei is the Best: YAS! YOU DA BEST. Imma inform the receptionist. See you in a few! Lunch is on me <3

Taking your things, you informed Tsukauchi that you’d be out for the rest of the day. Upon hearing Gei’s name, he chuckled and asked for you to wait. Opening his desk drawer, he handed you a sealed envelope and told you to hand it to him.

“What’s this?”

“It’s some pictures of a recent guy I caught. He might find the man’s composition interesting. His quirk was body manipulation. It somehow failed and his quirk backfired on him. Try to imagine a human pretzel except… you can’t untangle him.” Tsukauchi explained. The slight look of amused disgust on his face.

“He does find these things interesting. So you’ll be asking him to fix the guy?”

“Yeah. Called him a while ago so he’ll be expecting that.”

After a few more small talk, you excused yourself and made your way to your car. Everything was going well till you saw the chief talking with another officer. Not wanting to have a chat with him, you turned and took the long way towards the parking area.

Now that you were on the road, you stopped at a red light and wore your ear piece. Using your car’s touch screen monitor, you clicked on Overhaul’s contact. It was lunch time, he surely didn’t have any schemes at this time.

“Problem child.” He answered after the second ring.

“Birdman.” You smiled at the pet names. “When are you free to test the earpiece?”

“Unfortunately my schedule is full today. Would tomorrow work?”

“Sure. What time are you available?”

“Lunch will do. Drop by the Shie Hassaikai. We can eat together.”

You did not intend to but your foot stepped on the brakes. Did you just hear him right? The car behind you honked his horn and that made you snap out of your daze. Remembering that he was still on the other line, you shook your head and tried to contain your curiosity.

“You’re not going to kidnap me, are you?”

“I’m more than capable of doing so.” The slight rise of his tone made your stomach feel ticklish. Your hands now held tightly on to the steering wheel, waiting for his next words. “But I’d rather not.”

“(favorite food). And you have a deal.” You turned towards the nearing hospital. Your mouth silently repeated ‘oh my god’ till you saw a parking spot.

“Till then, Problem child.”

When the call ended, you slammed on the brakes once more and shrieked. Feeling your blood pressure rising from the conversation, you placed your hand on your chest. A faint blue glow forming on your palms. Your rapid beating heart and incoming hyperventilation died down.

“Holy shit. It’s been a while since I used that on myself.”

Stepping out of the car, you walked towards the entrance of the hospital. The guard grinned as he saw you approaching. He knew who you were so you were able to skip the log book. Passing by the receptionist, she greeted you and said Gei was waiting in his office.

In the hallway, you could hear the sounds of shoes running around and a few announcements every now and then. Stopping at a window, you observed a few nurses helping some patients. Most of them had tubes connected to their bodies but none of them looked to be in pain. The machines inside were white and you could see how the liquids were gently shaking.

“OH MY LORD!” You turned around and looked at the direction of the scream. “WILL YOU SIT STILL?! I SWEAR TO THE ALMIGHTY FATHER JAY-Z, IF YOU DO NOT SIT STILL I WILL HAVE TO USE THIS ON YOU!”

Running towards his office, you immediately opened the door only to find Gei in his white coat. His hair a shriveled mess, a syringe with clear white liquid, and the patient hiding behind the sofa.

“Gei?”

“Close the door baby girl!” He yelled and lunged towards the patient. Somehow he was able to grab a hold of the hospital gown. Tugging the male into his hold, he turned to face you. “Your quirk please!”

Not wanting to anger Gei, you hurriedly made your way to the two people. Placing your hand on to the male’s chest, both of you saw how his shoulders relaxed. The crazed demeanor was now replaced with one of calm. You felt a tug on your palm and quickly adjusting your control, you increased his blood pressure till he was deemed stable.

You and Gei led the man to the sofa to where he sat down. Keeping your hand on his chest, you maintained control as Gei did his usual magic. Now that you were able to assess the patient, you saw the dislocation his arm had. His sleeves had hidden it from sight.

Watching as your friend used his quirk, the dislocation began to fix itself till it was finally back to normal.

“Now that that’s over with, put him to sleep boo.” Gei said while he walked towards his desk and paged a nurse to come get the patient.

Lowering the blood pressure even more, you felt the patient losing his consciousness. When his head fell, you had finished your job. Making him lean onto the sofa, you closed his eyelids and observed his breathing. It was steady and even. Not long after, a soft snore erupted from the sleeping man.

“What exactly just happened?”

“The way his arm was dislocated made it rather painful. Told him if he would relax, I could ease the pain by a tiny bit. Lord of quirks, the man panicked and began his episode.” Gei explained as he fixed his coat and poured alcohol into his palms. When the nurse arrived, he assisted in carrying the patient into the bed.

“Busy day?” You relaxed on to the chair and held a throw pillow.

“Oh honey no. Nothing I can’t handle. Your presence only made things quicker.” He exaggerated a wink. “Remind me why you didn’t pursue the medical world?”

“I retain information badly. And to top it off, my quirk just makes me into a human sphygmomanometer. It’s helpful but it works better with the police force in times of raids.”

“Well, if yo happy with yo job then do what you do boo.” Taking his coat off, he hung it on his chair and began to keep the files and paper works. Remembering the file in your bag, you reached for it and tossed it onto his table. When Gei saw the penmanship, he nodded and placed it in his drawer. “Send him my thanks and a hug as well~”

Now that Gei was ready, the both of you were now walking in the lobby. A bunch of other nurses greeted him with his hard earned title. Doctor.

“Dr. Hanayaka. Don’t forget your appointment with patient 247 later today.”

“Yes yes. I have it on my sched. Now puh-leaz! I am on break and I need to refresh my beauty with this lady over here.” He winked at the nurse who simply shook her head with amusement. “Go do your thing now, love.”

“It’s amazing how they put up with you.” You commented as both of you exited the building.

“Of course~ I have the charm, the look, and the wits.” He snapped his finger with each description he had for himself. “All I need now is a man.”

Unlocking your car, the both of you got in and drove to the restaurant he had in mind. It wasn’t too far from both your offices so you didn’t mind. It didn’t take too long before you found yourself seated in a comfortable booth by the window with menus in hand. Choosing one of their best sellers, the waitress was quick to get your orders.

“So… how was the date two nights ago?” Gei was in full gossip mode now.

“It ended pretty well.” A smirk formed on your face.Recalling how the chief experienced a bad stomach ache was satisfying. “The food was fine and luckily he didn’t cause a scene since his food made his stomach go bad.”

“Who was he anyway?” He titled his head. He knew you were too busy to even casually date or even try one of those speed dating things. If there was one man he knew you were interested in but it was too obvious you were still blind that the feelings were growing. “You never told me his name, never mentioned how you met, or even his age. Did you meet in Sinder?”

“Don’t freak out or whatever.” Upon seeing him nodding his head, you let out a long and tired sigh. “It’s my chief.”

Gei held on to his chest and began to hyperventilate. His face morphed into one with disgust and disbelief. Even made fake puking sounds to add to his reaction.

“Oh. Heyll. No.” His voice went a range higher. “Sis. Why the hell you go out with that man? You ain’t got no daddy issues! And don’t go tellin’ me no man would take interest in you cause thaz bullshit.”

“It was either that or I get 10 more cases. I already have too much on my hands. Two of which are major.” You explained and sunk deeper onto the chair. “It’s fine, though. The dinner ended on a nice note. His stomach ache was just so bad that he practically pushed me out of his car.”

Gei’s mind went ticking. The chief asks you out on a date, the date ends on a disaster for him but a success for you. Staring at your happy face, he lifted his fleek eyebrow and placed one knee on top of the other. Leaning onto the arm rest and pouting.

“Tell me, baby girl, whatdyu the day before the date?”

“Me and the chief met up with Overhaul for a quick meeting. Then he got mad cause the chief cut me off and then he dropped me home to let me take a shower cause he said I smelled like him.”

“And what does your brain have to say about that?” Gei asked. A sly smile on his face.

“Not much.” You shrugged your shoulders. “He was right, though. I smelled like beetroots.”

“Oh good lord.” Gei uttered to himself. “Beyonce, if you’re out there, bless this oblivious woman…”

“BUT, the waiter at the restaurant was pretty attractive.” Seeing how Gei shimmied his shoulders and leaned in closer was always fun. “I didn’t get his name, though. However, he had pretty cool hair. Like, arrows for the ends.”

“In that case, imma make a reservation.” He smacked his lips just in time for the food to be served.

The rest of the meal was light and fun. Occasional teasing from him which you didn’t take to heart. You had asked him how his job was and his patients, he in turn asked for updates about cases you could speak freely about in public. Now that the food was gone, he reached for his neon pink wallet to hand over the payment.

“By the way, I’m free tomorrow.” He added with a slight jump. “Wanna stop by this new cafe that opened down the block?”

“I can't. I'm meeting Overhaul tomorrow.”

“You say that so casually as if he isn’t a class-B villain.” He pointed out. “Look me straight in the eye and tell me your heart doesn’t skip a beat when you see him.”

And you did. Straight up told him that it did not. However, you still told him that he would sometimes catch you off guard and end up stuttering or catching your breath. All you’re flamboyant friend could do was to send a prayer to his queen that you would one day realize that you were slowly falling for the villain.

Lucky for him, his prayers would be answered soon enough.

Sadly, it came with a cost.

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another date but this time with Overhoe himself? wew~ the possilities..

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“A Todoroki Thanksgiving” (Shouto Todoroki x Reader) (My Hero Academia Fanfiction)

By: VeganBobaBeech

Description: With your Thanksgiving plans called off, your new boyfriend Shouto Todoroki offers to have you spend the holiday with him and his siblings. The event seems to be going well, but things get complicated when Pro-Hero Endeavor (also Shouto’s father) shows up unexpectedly.

Note: I’ve been writing fanfiction for a while, but this is the first one that I have ever posted. I hope you enjoy it!

“I can’t believe I’m finally getting to see your house!” You remark to your new boyfriend Shouto as the two of you approach the front door. “It was really nice of your family to put this together.”

Shouto gives you a lopsided smile. “I know how important this is to you.” He replies. “I’m sorry you aren’t able to spend this Thanksgiving with your own family. I’m sure you must miss them”

You link your arm around his and smile up at him. “I’m just glad that I’ll get to spend it with you.” You say brightly.

It is true. Although you were initially a little disappointed to not be able to spend the holiday with your family, you were thrilled when Shouto invited you over to his house. This would be the first time you were meeting Shouto’s family; his brother and sister at least, as his father is away on a business trip and wasn’t expected to return until the weekend. A part of you wonders if the absence of his father contributed to Shouto’s willingness to have you over. Historically, Shouto always seemed extremely hesitant whenever you brought up the idea of wanting to meet his family; particularly his father. You have known for a while that Shouto and his dad don’t have the greatest relationship. Though, it seems to be a subject that Shouto doesn’t like talking about, so you try not to bring it up too much. Despite what you do know about the nature of their relationship, a part of you can’t help but worry that Shouto may feel embarrassed of you, or worried that his family wouldn’t like you. You do your best to push the thought out of your mind. After all, you are meeting his siblings today, so you want to be positive; plus, you want to make a good impression on them.

You take a deep breath and smile up at Shouto. He lowers his arm slightly to take your hand in his as he ushers you inside the house. The interior of the house is beautifully decorated and well kept, with a traditional style to match the exterior. You imagined the house would be nice, given that Shouto’s dad was one of the top heroes in the entire country; though despite the beauty, you can’t help but feel that there is a heavy, almost sad atmosphere about the place. However, before you can make a remark, a warm and savory scent fills your nose. You have no doubt that someone has been slaving in the kitchen for a long time.

“Mmm… Shouto, can you smell that?” You ask him. “It smells amazing.”

“Yeah,” He replies, nonchalantly, “My sister can be quite the cook.” He takes your hand and leads you through the house to the kitchen. The wonderful smell becomes more potent and you don’t hesitate to indulge your nostrils with a few audible sniffs. When you arrive at the kitchen, you see a girl with white and red hair, hyper focused on what seems like a dozen pots and pans. There is a young man with white hair standing in the corner helping her; though, noticeably less engaged.

The man is the first to notice you, and offers a friendly wave. “Hey, Shouto!” He calls from across the room.

This causes the girl to whip around, immediately. She smiles kindly and approaches you. “Hello!” She says warmly. “I’m Shouto’s sister, Fuyumi. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” You reply. “The food smells wonderful.”

“Thank you so much!” She says. “I really hope you’ll enjoy it.” Just then a timer goes off. “Oh shoot, it’s ready!” She remarks, running back to the stove.

The white haired man chuckles slightly and approaches you. “This is my brother Natsuo.” Shouto says, introducing him

“Hello!” You say. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Natsuo nods, “It’s nice to finally be meeting you too.”

“Okay, everyone!” Fuyumi announces, proudly. “Dinner is just about ready!” She turns to the boys. “Shouto, would you and Natsuo mind setting the table?”

Natsuo places his hand on Shouto’s shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. “Sure, we’d be glad to, Sis.” He smiles.

“I can help too!” You say enthusiastically. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Don’t be silly!” Fuyumi smiles. “You’re the guest, and I’m sure the boys can handle it. Besides, I wouldn’t mind some company in the kitchen.”

“Oh, okay, then.” You reply. “If that’s what would be best.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Shouto asks, taking your hand.

“I’ll be fine!” You smile up at him.

“Don’t worry, Shouto” Fuyumi adds. “I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

“Alright, then.” Shouto says, hesitantly. “Just call to me if you need anything.”

“I will.” You say, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “I promise.”

He nods, slowly letting go and proceeds to follow Natsuo out of the kitchen.

“I’m so glad Shouto found you.” Fuyumi says, once he is out of sight. “He seems to be a lot happier since meeting you.” You blush a bit. “How did you two meet again?” She asks, while lightly stirring some savory-smelling substance in a saucepan.

“We met at school.” You say.

“Oh, are you studying to become a hero as well?” Fuyumi asks. “To be honest, I don’t think I recall ever seeing you at any of the events.”

You shake your head. “Oh no, I’m just a general studies student.” You say. “Honestly, I think I may be one of the few who isn’t actively trying to get into the hero program.” You pause. “Though, I do really admire the hero students and I like going to the events. That’s actually how I first met Shouto; at the UA sports festival.” You smile a bit to yourself, recalling the memory. “It was during the lunch break, and I saw Shouto standing alone in the hallway. I wanted to go up to him and tell them that he had been doing a good job, but when I approached him, I realized that he seemed sad.” You pause again, wondering if you should really be sharing what you know about your boyfriend’s private feelings with someone else; even if Fuyumi was his sister.

“That’s not surprising.” Fuyumi says, sounding a bit sad herself. “Our father has always put so much pressure on Shouto when it comes to his hero training, and I’m sure that festival was no exception.”

“That’s what I thought!” You say, almost excitedly. “I told him that I was sure that he must be under a lot of pressure from other people; especially after I learned that his dad was one of the top pro heroes. I told him that I was sure he would make a great hero, because I could see that his heart was in it, and I said not to let anyone else’s expectations discourage him.” You smile again bittersweetly, thinking about how many times you’ve said those words to Shouto since then. “I honestly didn’t speak to him again for a while after that, but since then I…”

Just then, you are cut off by the sound of commotion coming from the other room.

“Shouto it’s fine.” You hear Natsuo say.

“It’s not fine! It has to be perfect for her!”

Fuyumi chuckles a bit to herself. “He really cares about you, you know.” She says. “Shouto has always been quite distant, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t express it to you much… but believe me, from a sister’s perspective, I can see how much he loves you.”

You blush, feeling a bit embarrassed since Shouto had never actually used those words with you. You had been wanting to tell him that you loved him, but you were worried that you might make him feel uncomfortable if he wasn’t ready to say it back.

Suddenly, Natsuo rushes into the kitchen, with Shouto following closely behind him.

“Table’s all ready, Sis!” Natsuo announces, proudly.

Fuyumi smiles. “Alright then, let’s eat everyone!”

The dinner begins relatively casually. Fuyumi and Natsuo make friendly small talk with you; you imagine they are trying their best not to embarrass Shouto. The food was turning out to be just as decadent as it had smelled when you first came into the house.

“I can’t eat another bite if I want to save room for dessert!” You announce. “Though it is delicious. Thank you so much for cooking, Fuyumi.”

She smiles “It was my pleasure! I suppose I ought to break out the desserts then.” She turns to Natsuo, giving him a look. “Natsuo… You wanna help me.”

“Sure.” He smiles, getting up rather quickly. For a second you wonder if you should help, but get the feeling that Fuyumi only wanted Natsuo to come. You weren’t sure if this was intended so the two of them could discuss what they thought of you or if they wanted to give you and Shouto a moment alone together, but either way you decide it’s best to stay put.

“You really liked the food okay?” Shouto slides his chair closer to yours and rests his hand comfortingly on your knee.

You nod. “Yeah, it was really good.” You say happily. “Fuyumi and Natsuo seem to be really kind. Do you usually get along with them?”

Shouto nods. “Yes, I get along with them. Though, we unfortunately never spent much time together when I was younger. My father was so obsessed with training me to be a powerful hero, that I wasn’t even allowed to play with them much.”

You shake your head. “That’s awful. He was really that strict? That must have been so difficult for you, especially as a child.”

Shouto sighs “It was.” He pauses for a second. “I never told you this, but… He’s the reason my mom ended up in the hospital.” He lifts his hand over the scar on his left eye. “It’s entirely his fault that my mom cracked the way she did.” You notice his voice beginning to break a bit, almost as if he’s about to start crying. He takes a deep breath calming himself, staring intently downward at nothing in particular. “I blame him for every bit of hurt that this family has gone through.” He then shifts his gaze to your eyes. “I’m sorry if this is a lot to put on you all at once. I know you’ve been wondering about these things, and I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.” He takes your hand in his. “The truth is… You are so pure and precious to me, and… My father has a way of taking away things that make me happy. As hard as it is, I can handle the fact that he took away my happiness as a child. I can even handle the fact that he took my mother away from me, but…” He raises his hands to cup your face in them. “I… I could never handle it if he tried to take you away from me.”

You feel tears welling in your eyes, both from sadness on Shouto’s behalf and for having just heard how much you mean to him.

“Shouto, I…” You lean forward. You know Fuyumi and Natsuo could walk back in at any second, but you don’t care. You need to kiss him; to feel his lips on yours and let him know how much you care about him too.

“What the hell is this!?” Your lips have barely brushed against Shouto’s when you hear the booming voice. It is so loud that it makes you jump a bit. You turn to see a tall, robust, yet intimidating man staring down at you. From the flames emulating from his body, as well as the unmistakably recognizable hero suit, you know instantly that this man is the hero Endeavor… Shouto’s father. His arms are crossed, making his muscles appear even larger, as he scowls at the two of you with a look of pure rage in his eyes. Immediately Shouto stands up, putting a barrier between you and his father. You don’t try to stop him; in fact you cower a bit behind him at the sight of the terrifying man staring down at you. “Shouto.” Endeavor shifts his gaze to look at him. “Who is this girl?”

Shouto moves back even closer to you, shielding you even further. You clutch the back of his shirt. “That’s none of your damn business.” Shouto says coldly back to his father.

Endeavor scoffs. “You're being foolish. Frankly, I expected more from you.” He shakes his head. “You know you can’t have distractions like this, and I will do whatever I have to to keep you on the right path, if you refuse to obey my orders.”

Is he threatening you? The anxiety makes your heart race, and you clutch onto the back of Shouto’s shirt even harder, suddenly feeling Shouto’s body grow icey cold underneath the cloth. “Don’t you lay a finger on her, you bastard!”

“Dad!?” You hear Fuyumi enter the kitchen behind you. You turn to see that she is carrying what looks like a pie, with Natsuo closely behind her. “What’s going on here?”

“How long have you two known about this!?” Endeavor demands. You meet Fuyumi’s eyes for a split second, you are sure she can tell how frightened you are.

“Look Dad, we were just about to start dessert. Why don’t you sit down and have some too?” You can tell that Fuyumi is doing her best to diffuse the situation. “We weren’t expecting you back so soon, but we’d be happy to have you join us.” She sets the pie down on the table. “I can go get an extra plate for you if you like, and you can tell us about your trip.” She smiles nervously.

Endeavor slams his fist down on the table, making the dishes clatter loudly. You bury your face into Shouto’s shoulder. You feel tears welling in your eyes, but you try your absolute hardest to keep them down.

“Dad please!” Fuyumi pleads. “You’re scaring her. Please just sit down with us, and we can talk this out.”

“You should have known better than to encourage this.” Endeavor says, directing his attention mostly towards Fuyumi and Natsuo. “You know that Shouto can’t be having distractions, especially at such a pivotal point in his training. Don’t you want your brother to succeed?”

“Shouto deserves to be happy!” Natsuo chimes in. “You’ve said yourself that he’s been doing well, and if anything, she encourages him. Just leave them alone!”

“Natsuo--” Fuyumi interjects, seemingly still trying to calm everyone down.

“No, he needs to know that he can’t push it.” Natsuo continues, getting more heated. “Remember what happened to mom? You pushed too hard Dad, you can’t keep doing that!”

“You’re mother was--” Endeavor begins, but Natsuo quickly cuts him off again.

“What about him, then? Huh?” You can see that Natsuo nearly has tears in his eyes. “What’s your excuse for what happened to Touya!?”

Immediately, the atmosphere of the room shifts. Fuyumi gasps, and you can feel Shouto tense up a bit. Even Endeavor seems to be shaken at the mention of this “Touya” person.

“I’m going out for a bit.” Endeavor says. His voice is still quite booming, yet it seems to have softened a little. You can sense that he is attempting to hide a feeling of shame. “I expect this mess to be cleaned up by the time I return.” You can’t tell if he is referring to the dinner table or the situation; you in particular. You try not to think about it too much. “Shouto and I will talk when I get back.”

As soon as you hear the front door to the house close, you let out a big breath, and your emotions pour out with it. You feel relief that he is gone, yet you can’t seem to stop the tears from flowing out of your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You say feeling embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to cause all that.”

You feel Shouto’s warm arms wrap around your body, any trace of ice that you felt in his body a minute ago was now long gone. “It’s not your fault.” He said softly.

“Yeah” Fuyumi agrees. “Please don’t feel as if anything that just happened is your fault… Our dad is just…” She trails off a bit, seemingly searching for the right words. “He’s just like that sometimes.”

“All the time.” Natsuo says under his breath.

Fuyumi shoots him a look. “Anyway I hope he didn’t scare you too much. I know he can be quite intimidating.”

“I’m okay…” You say, attempting to crack a smile.

“Natsuo and I can clean up if you guys want to step away for a bit.” Fuyumi says. “He shouldn’t be back for at least a couple of hours if not more.”

Your heartbeats quickens just a bit at the thought of Endeavor returning. After all, you had been told that he wouldn’t even be there today… But logically, you know Fuyumi is probably right. Besides, you’re sure that it would probably be comforting to have a moment or two alone with Shouto before you leave. You nod a bit vigorously.

Shouto gently takes your hand, and you stand up. “My room is this way.” He says, pointing down the hall.

You follow Shouto down the dark hallway leading to his room. The room is very traditional, matching the rest of the house, and it is very clean and organized. There is a slightly sweet, musky aroma in the room. It is the same scent you smell when Shouto gets very close to you; it’s very comforting. You take in a few deep breaths of the sweet smell, attempting to slow your still racing heart.

Shouto slides the door closed, and abruptly throws his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You wrap your arms around him and breath him in. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers softly in your ear. “I should never have brought you here.”

“No.” You say back to him. “Don’t be sorry… I’m glad that you brought me here.” You pull back just slightly to meet his eyes. “I’m so happy that I’m getting to learn more about the person that I…” You shift your gaze downwards, slightly embarrassed.

Shouto searches your face for a brief moment, before pulling you back into him. He gently puts a hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair slightly. “I love you too” He whispers. You try to hide it, but you can’t help but let out a slight gasp of surprise and slight awe. “Don’t worry about my father.” Shouto continues. “I promise I won’t ever let him touch you, or take you away from me.”

You pull back to look up at him again. “Shouto…” You are at a loss for words. Your heart feels like it is absolutely bursting with joy.

“Shh…” He breaths, tilting your chin slightly upwards. “Don’t speak, just…” He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling as though you never want to let go. You know his words were spoken with utter truth. He loves you, and you love him back. Despite Shouto’s father or any other challenges the two of you might face, in that moment you know that nothing could tear the two of you apart. You pull Shouto even tighter into you, knowing beyond any shadow of doubt that the two of you are meant to be together.

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anonymous asked: What's a normal morning for Master Shaw like? Typical breakfast, morning routine? What about any special days where he lets himself stray from habit?

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     Mathias is usually up just shortly before the sun rises. We go as follows:

• Wake up, and set coffee to brew ( this man CANNOT live or function without coffee ) • Morning stretches while it brews, spending thorough time on himself so there’s no cricks ( there seems to be more and more of those the older he gets ) • Drink coffee, start breakfast      - Shaw’s breakfast often consists of eggs, oats, mixed fruits, nuts, bread and meat — all of which he cooks himself, and most of his stuff is either locally source or he grew / caught it himself. Can’t get poisoned by anyone if you cook your own stuff *bigbrain*      - Specifically, his breakfast is often very high in protein, and usually healthy and complete. He endeavors not to skip out on it — he’s a very active individual and needs sufficient energy to get through • Finish, clean up, get dressed in casual leather armor, go for a walk around Stormwind • Occasionally, if he’s feeling up to it, he’ll stop by any one of Stormwind’s bakeries for a pastry, something nice to boost the morale. This isn’t an every day thing, but sometimes he feels the need to pick himself up with a little cinnamon bun. • There’s a stray cat by the canals that he stops by to feed every morning. He gained her trust over the years of visiting, and the feral little thing lets him get close to her kittens. He tries to visit every day. Her name’s Tea Kettle. • Finish long walk, get back, do a few light exercises and weight training, practice throwing knives, or just stretch - intensity and variety of exercises depends all on whether or not he’s to be deployed or has a mission that day • Finish up, shower and armor up — it is now an acceptable hour of morning, and he’s ready to start the day at SI:7.

     Some “special” days where he strays from routine would be during holidays or his birthday, where he’ll either stop by some other place to get breakfast, indulge in more pastries, or just sleep in a little. Typically, Shaw sleeps 4-6 hours at night, and makes up for the rest through naps during the day ( which helps give the illusion to others who don’t see him sleeping to think he’s awake at all times ), so special days, he’ll get all his sleep in one go. Only when he feels safe to do so though.

     If he’s recovering from an injury, his morning is reduced to just coffee, light breakfast and at most a walk, and he’ll leave himself confined to paperwork and verbal training for his agents.

     ( I should note, this morning routine only applies in Stormwind, otherwise his protocols when out on a mission or elsewhere (like Kul Tiras), he has a different set, which is usually just coffee, food from the military cook, stretch, and then straight to work. (Kul Tiras and Pandaria were perhaps the only places he’s been stationed where he felt comfortable to eat at their local establishments) )

#missive: inbox #profile: intel #( thank you for this ask!! )

[ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is]

what’s useful in typing: consequences

this is in anatomy of an ask, somewhere, I think, but worth reiterating: the behaviors you type off of should be the behaviors you exhibit when something real is at stake.

Do not, and I cannot stress this enough, talk about how you behave in video games. I do not care. It is in my opinion utterly useless in typing people. If you die in the video game, you do not die in real life; you return to the save point. If you spend all your money in the video game on something ridiculous, you do not have to go without food or housing in real life. (if you spend all your real money on transactions in the video game, that is potentially worth bringing up, in that you may indeed have to go without food or housing in real life, but also perhaps you should deal with that financial crisis instead of trying to type yourself). In general, play is a place to explore things you would never do or can’t do in real life and as such it doesn’t indicate type - it’s all the same whether you’re focusing on strengths or weaknesses, vs. real life where there is a marked difference.

Similiarly, while the reasons for your hobbies can provide some insight, and there are some things I doubt certain types would typically do (can’t really see most Si-doms skydiving that often), a lot of relatively safe hobbies are not a great source of typing people. It’s a little like stories of your childhood - if you already know your type, you can use it to get more insight into why you like a certain hobby, but it doesn’t work so well the other way around. Like, I cook. If I do something ridiculous while cooking and it fails, assuming I didn’t outright set the kitchen on fire, either I have to eat something that doesn’t taste great, or I have to throw something out and order takeout which will not ruin me financially. You can take risks in many of your hobbies, particularly creative ones, in a safe environment where the only loss is a bit of your pride, some of your time, and a manageable amount of money (and again, if you are financially ruining yourself through your hobbies, that is a different story). Writing especially is a place where if you don’t like it you can just hide it forever or delete it.

Don’t get me wrong - having hobbies and doing things for fun or creative reasons is great! You should do things you enjoy to be a healthy and happy person, and you may feel very strongly about your hobbies and creative endeavors! But in terms of typing, these are not typically helpful pieces of information.

#mbti

[strife-and-discord]

Et in omnibus quæ fecit nos Chapter Two

Read on AO3 here | First chapter

Characters: Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Shouto

Summary: Now that Natsuo's made the decision to become a hero, he needs to start brainstorming ways to actually achieve that.

A/N: okay! this is a little later than I planned but I was busy so... sorry about that. I know the first chap was probably a bit boring but this is where the action really starts! this is also Shouto's first official appearance in the story so look forward to that. Next chapter will be the exam itself and it's going to be a lot of action which I don't particularly have any experience writing so it could take some time and also be a shorter chap then this one but I'll try my best don't worry. 

uh, so I don't have a job or anything atm so if you like my writing it would be great if you would consider supporting me on Ko-Fi!

“Do you all have someplace in mind for high school?” The teacher asked as she walked around the classroom handing out highschool preference sheets. “It may not seem like it right now but this is an important decision that could have a big impact on the rest of your life.”

She hands out the last note and makes her way back to the desk at the front of the room as some of the students start writing schools down already. Natsuo is among that group because he’s had his eyes on one place for the past nearly two years since Touya’s been gone. UA highschool’s hero course. Of course, he’s not gonna announce that publicly. He gets enough crap from the other students as-is for being quirkless he doesn’t need the roaring laughter that would surely come from saying he’s gonna be a hero as a quirkless kid as well.

So when the teacher asks with interest, “Does anyone think they’re going to try for a hero course?” and nearly the whole class raises their hands with whoops and shouts of glee, Natsuo burrows further into his seat and tries not to catch anyone’s eye.

The teacher chuckles at her students, “Alright then, I suppose that was a silly question. Does anyone think they’re going to try to get into UA?”

The number of hands drops significantly but there are still a few brave souls who leave their hands up and set their faces in a look of determination. Natsuo is still the son of Endeavor whether either of them likes it or not so his school is still more prestigious than most and is more likely to have students who try for UA.

Prestigious or not Natsuo knows he’s got something none of these other kids has.

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He’s been preparing for this ever since Touya left. He added martial arts to his moderate list of extracurricular activities, takes regular morning runs, and, thanks to Fuyumi being in charge of Shouto’s food, eats a diet fit for even the top heroes. He’s discovered over this time that he actually does have something he can thank his father for: his ability to put on muscle. No matter how hard Touya worked or how much he ate, he always seemed on the verge of underweight. His quirk just burnt through all of his bodies resources. Shouto doesn’t seem like he’s going to be the super bulky type either, he was a pretty chubby baby and- if you asked Natsuo- still had traces of baby fat even though he was probably more physical then Natsuo.

But none of that is his real advantage. UA’s Entrance exam is well known for being difficult so Endeavor- who, as an ex-student, is well aware of said exam- deemed it plenty good enough for training his children in heroics. This means that Natsuo- a notorious eavesdropper- has a pretty good idea of what will be required by him. He has narrowed it down to two major obstacles that he must overcome, one: how to beat the robots- something he doesn’t think any amount of martial arts will help him do- and two: how to do so quickly- the whole point of the exam is to beat as many robots as possible so speed is just as key as strength.

His real advantage is knowing. Knowing and subsequently being able to prepare accordingly. Sure it might be a little underhanded but Natsuo’s already at a disadvantage being quirkless, underhanded is the only trick he’s got up his sleeve.

Natsuo knows that the bots aren’t as strong as they seem and with all the training he’s been doing he’s pretty strong for his age so he’s confident that a good hard swing from a metal baseball bat will be enough to take them down. As for how to get around quickly… he’s still not quite sure but he needs to figure it out soon. Some method of transportation would be ideal but he hasn’t been able to come up with anything feasible that wouldn’t occupy his hands- which he needs for the bat.

He decides that Fuyumi might have an idea. At the moment she’s the only one who knows anything about his plans. He doesn’t think he could lie to his big sis even if he tried. Besides, he knows she’s way smarter than he’ll ever be so it’s wise to have her as a collaborator, maybe she can even help him out when he’s an actual pro hero! She could be like, the man on the mic who advises Natsuo on what to do in the field, or well, the girl on the mic. Either way, it would be nice to have her there with him.

He finds her in the kitchen. Taking care of dinner is one of the many chores that were heaped onto Fuyumi when mum left, Natsuo tries to help her out as much as he can but dinner is something that’s best to leave up to her.

“Hey Fuyu, can I pick your brain about something?” he props himself up against one of the benches.

Fuyumi is stirring a pot of noodles on the stove, “Sure Natsuo, What’s up?”

Natsuo looks around before leaning in a bit and speaking in a quieter tone, “I’ve got an idea for how to take down the bots in UA’s entrance exam but I still haven’t figured out how to get around the area quickly. I can’t think of anything that would leave me use of my hands.”

Fuyumi goes stiff at her spot at the stove, wooden spoon sitting useless in the boiling water before she comes back to herself and starts stirring again, albeit, a little more aggressive than before.

“Gee Natsuo, I don’t know if I’m really the right person to talk to about this.” She lowers her voice as well now.

Natsuo resists the urge to sigh. When it comes to things like this Fuyumi always gets so nervous. He thinks she’s super smart and should have more confidence in her ideas.

“It’s not like I can talk to anyone else Fuyu,” he grumbles, “besides, I think you’re plenty the right person. You’re like, the smartest person in the family. If anyone’s going to have an idea for me, it's you.”

He thinks Fuyumi might be blushing but it could just be the heat from the cooking. “I-I don’t know Natsu… This is starting to sound more and more dangerous with each new idea, are you really sure you want to go through with this?”

This time Natsuo can’t resist the urge and lets out a deep sigh. They’ve had this conversation a lot since he told Fuyumi about his plan. She doesn’t want to actively try and stop him so she just keeps hoping that he’ll magically decide not to go through with it on his own. But Natsuo’s never been more sure about anything, he’s been sure about going through with this for nearly two years now.

“I have to do it Fuyumi. Not just for myself or even just for Touya. I have to do this for all of us.”

Fuyumi’s stirring slows again. She sighs and puts a lid on the pot, leaving it to boil, before turning to Natsuo, “I don’t know how this is going to help Natsuo but if it’s something you truly aspire to do-” She looks away, biting her lip- “Then as your older sister you have as much of my support as I can give.”

It stings a little to hear she doesn’t think this will help but he knows he’ll show her when he’s a real pro and it means a lot to him that she’s willing to give her support even if she has her doubts. He gives her a soft smile in response.

She smiles back, “I have some old roller skates in my bedroom that may solve your speed problem.”

Natsuo’s eyes go wide, that’s perfect! With roller skates, he’ll be able to move quickly while still keeping his hands free! He feels stupid now for not even thinking of them earlier.

“But-” Natsuo hangs his head. Of course there’s a but- “I expect to see you practising as much as possible from now until the exam. Roller skates can be very dangerous and I don’t want you doing that exam unless you are 100% stable with them, ok?”

He perks back up. The only prerequisite is that he’s gotta practise hard? “Aye aye, captain. I think that’s one request I can manage to live up to.” He gives Fuyumi a grin and a wink.

Fuyumi just sighs and shakes her head at him. “I still think this is a crazy plan but… if anyone can pull this off, Natsuo, it’s you.”

His heart sings at her words and he feels the prickling of tears at his eyes. It means the world to hear that his big sister has some measure of faith in him. It just makes him want to be a hero that much more, if only so that more people can rely on him like that. No more will he be the useless, quirkless, waste of space.

He jumps up and gives Fuyumi a bone-crushing hug that squeezes the air out of her with a squeaking sound. “Thanks big sis. I won’t let you down.” He lets go of her and sprints towards her room to find the roller skates.

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Now that he’s worked out the raw details of his plan to get into UA, Natsuo actually needs to put it into action. Sure it’s one thing to say he’s gonna take a baseball bat and roller skate around the exam beating up bots but actually doing something like that is probably going to take a lot of skills. This brings up another question of how is he going to simulate something like roller-skating around hitting bots with a baseball bat for training purposes. It’s not like they’ve just got some bots lying around (although they could probably afford it- actually he’s surprised the old man hasn’t thought of this yet)

Okay, let’s break it down to what he needs: 1 ) something to hit with his bat, and 2 ) somewhere he can skate around enough to do so in a quick and epic way.

He has somewhere in mind that might have enough space but it’s not really pleasant to think about. There’s an area of the house’s grounds where dad used to have Touya train with his quirk- to avoid burning down the house, of course- and because of how powerful Touya’s quirk is all the nature in that particular area is completely scorched… and consequently, could be flat enough to make a decent skating area. Not perfect but it also has the bonus of being far enough away from the house that he probably won’t be noticed by dad.

With the location ticked off the list that just leaves him needing a target for his activities. He doesn’t think he could get away with taking any of the training dummies from the house, that’s too close to dad’s area of attention for comfort. If he can’t get something that can actually take the hit from a baseball bat then he’ll also need to consider how he’s going to replenish his targets once they’re broken.

He gets his answer from one of his old school hero movies. The underdog who is training to become a hero with his sensei uses training dummies with watermelons for heads. Thankfully, Fuyumi is in charge of groceries so it shouldn’t be any trouble for Natsuo to get a lot of them. They’re not as hard as a robot would be but they are a good target size and, if nothing else, they’re satisfying to smash.

Fuyumi looks at him a bit funny when he asks her to add ten full watermelons to the grocery list but she concedes once he explains what he wants to do with them. He also gives her one of dad’s spare credit cards that he nabbed from the old man a long time ago and tells her to buy some new roller skates and something nice for herself.

Once that particular shopping trip is over and done with, everything will finally be ready for him to start training. Fuyumi always does the shopping on Sundays which leaves Natsuo practically vibrating in class for the entire week.

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Come Sunday Natsuo spends his day being a pain in Fuyumi’s butt as he continuously asks her when she’s going to the shops.

“I’ll go when I go Natsuo, now can you please stop bothering me? I’m sure you have some homework or something to do, training to be a hero does not exempt you from school work.”

Natsuo rolls his eyes. “I know Fuyumi. That’s why I did all my homework yesterday! So I could focus completely on training today!”

Fuyumi looks at him with her mouth open in surprise. “Of course you did-” she sighs -” just let me finish what I’m doing then I’ll go to the shops, okay?”

Natsuo only cheers in response and it’s Fuyumi’s turn to roll her eyes at him.

Even after Fuyumi leaves for the shops it feels like Natsuo is waiting forever! Did Fuyumi’s shopping trips always feel this long? He doesn’t think so. He tries to preoccupy himself for a little while with sketching potential costume designs, but that only lasts him so long seeing as he’s no master artist and there’s only so much he can do. The second Fuyumi that Fuyumi opens the door, Natsuo is there and practically crash tackles her in his excitement.

“Gee, really feeling the love here Natsu. You know a thank you wouldn’t be remiss before physically attacking me.” Fuyumi sounds frustrated but Natsuo knows it’s in a good-natured way.

He grabs by the shoulders and gives her the biggest sloppiest kiss he can manage, “Thank you Fuyumi, your the bestest, most amazing possible big sis anyone could ask for!”

She blushes at his praise, “Well there’s no need to announce it to the entire neighbourhood. Now, here are your bags, you better get going now before dad gets home.”

“Thank you again Fuyumi, I promise I’ll make this worth your while!”

In the hustle and bustle of Fuyumi’s return, neither of them notice the small figure watching them from one of the nearby hallways- one that Fuyumi and Natsuo were not allowed to go down- taking an interest in their conversation.

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Finally…

Finally…. The time had come.

It is time to begin his training.

It takes a bit of time to get things set up. Natsuo decides to clear up the area he’s going to be using as much possible, getting rid of any rocks or twigs that have somehow found their way into the scorched area over time. He also needs to set up the watermelons, which he ends up doing by setting them on top of boxes that have been stacked at different heights- he thinks it might make for an extra challenge if he has to hit the watermelons without knocking down the towers of boxes. It takes a bit of time but he is finally here, brand new roller skates on and his spirit ablaze with determination. If… no… when he becomes a hero, this will be one of the moments he talks about. He will talk about how he feels in this moment and hopefully inspire others to rise up as he will.

The skates haven’t been worn in yet so they’re a bit stiff at the moment. He does a quick skate around his training area to try and get a feel for them and the surface he’s using, it’s not as smooth as he’d like but he thinks he’ll be able to get away with it. It’s hard not to think about Touya given the scorched earth but he’s hoping that his memories will serve to motivate him even more.

After a couple of short laps, Natsuo moves back to where he’d placed his stuff and picks up the bat. He readies himself like he’s professional baseball player gearing up to make the hit of the game, that’s certainly how serious the moment feels to him at least. it’s not actually a very good position to start in but he’s feeling a little dramatic right now so he thinks it’s okay just this once.

He remembers father yelling at Shouto once that heroes aren’t told when to go so Natsuo thinks it’s reasonable to assume that there’ll be no verbal cue for the start of the UA exam. He gives himself a moment of dramatic tension before he jets off, heading towards the closest watermelon he spies as fast as he can…

Before falling flat on his face in the hardened dirt.

Laying there, Natsuo thinks he’ll leave this part out of the triumphant stories he’ll tell in the future. He knows it’s not realistic to expect himself to be perfect at this straight away but he was still hoping for a little better than to completely stack it on his first try. At least making it to the watermelon would have been nice. Okay, he thinks he’s been lying in the dirt for too long now. Time to get back to it, he supposes.

Since “jetting off at top speed” doesn’t seem to be a card on the table at the moment, he decides this time he’ll take it a bit slower and build up speed later once he’s got the basic technique down. He makes it to the watermelon this time and gears up to take a big swing at his target…

Then falls flat on his ass in the hardened dirt.

Natsuo’s starting to get a picture of exactly how many bruises he’s gonna come out of this with. The momentum of his movement plus the swinging of the bat was all too much and he lost his balance. Maybe for the next Sunday shopping trip he should ask Fuyumi for some protective padding. He didn’t think he’d need it since he isn’t training on concrete but this burnt dirt is starting to hurt more than just his pride. Well, he wouldn’t be much of a hero in training if he just gave up after two failed attempts. This certainly isn’t enough to turn him off the path to his dream but he is coming to the realisation of just how long that path is going to be.

He gets up, gingerly rubbing at his sore butt when suddenly he’s hit by a wave of shame. Touya and Shouto have both gone through much worse pain then this, at much younger ages, at the hands of their father and Natsuo’s getting frustrated by a simple bump on his rear. Touya spent most of his childhood in the hospital! He’s better than this dammit! He has to be better than this if he’s ever going to stand up to the likes of Endeavor.

He tries again, making the same mistake as before and falling over when he goes to swing at the watermelon. He tries again, trying to be more controlled in his swinging this time. He hits the watermelon but it doesn’t break and he falls over from the force of the hit.

He tries again, he falls over.

He tries again.

He tries again.

He tries again…

Eventually, it gets dark and Fuyumi comes out to tell him that dinners ready and he should come in for the night or else dad will get suspicious. She looks concerned in a way that makes Natsuo think she was watching him from a distance. Watching him fall and fall and fall… He shakes his head. It’s no use spiralling down such a train of thought. This was his first training session after all and he’s still got a year until the entrance exam. He can still get better.

“Natsuo? Are you coming?”

He jolts, he got so caught up in his thoughts that he forgot Fuyumi was there.

“Sorry Fuyu, I was just thinking. I’m coming now.”

She gives him another concerned look but doesn’t say anything. They both start the moderate trek back to the house. Today may not have been an absolute success but that doesn’t mean the planned is doomed yet. He’ll just have to try harder in his next session, UA’s all about going beyond Plus Ultra right?

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After that first fateful session the rest of the year passes by in a blur that can only be measured by the bruises he collects through his training. Looking back now, it’s hard to distinguish between his early attempts as they almost entirely consisted of falling on his ass over and over again but once he got a few months in Natsuo really felt like he was starting to see progress. Even Fuyumi seemed satisfied with the diminishing amount of wounds she was having to patch up on him.

If he wasn’t training at home he was either at school or after school clubs- which mostly consisted of sports and martial arts so it was still training of a kind- and all that time was well spent seeing as now Natsuo can make his way through his makeshift watermelon course almost flawlessly. Although, the big idea that had brought everything together actually came from Fuyumi. She had been watching him fall over continuously from the house and suggested that he should try to use his speed as the driving momentum for his swings instead of creating an opposing momentum with his arms. It took a while to get the hang of what she was trying to say but once he got the hang of it everything was pretty much gold from there.

Now the UA entrance exam is tomorrow and Natsuo’s feeling the pressure. It always seemed like a thing that would always be in the future so he never really got worked up about it but now that the moment is actually upon him Natsuo is struggling to ignore the writhing snake feeling in the pit of his stomach. He’s at his “training area” trying to get through as many runs of his course as he can before his body quits for the day. He wants these actions to be muscle memory by tomorrow but a nasty voice in his head that sounds a lot like his father keeps saying that when the moment comes he won’t remember anything and just freeze.

Natsuo is mulling over these nervous thoughts as he’s having a quick drink break when someone suddenly tugs on his shirt. He whirls around and is surprised to see the face of his little brother staring up at him with that glare that he’d been cultivating ever since Touya left. Natsuo pretty much never gets to talk to Shouto so he’s not really sure what to say now. Shouto isn’t being very forthcoming either so they just stare at each other for a minute or so.

Finally, Natsuo can’t take it anymore, “Do you need something, Shouto?”

More silence. More staring. Given the very limited time they’ve spent together, Natsuo isn’t sure if this is normal or not but then…

“Are you training for the UA Entrance Exam?” Natsuo is surprised at how deadpan Shouto’s tone is and also very unsure of how to answer.

He had absolutely planned to tell Shouto about his dream to become a hero, eventually. Part of his reason for doing it in the first place was to be able to help him. However, given how much time he’s forced to spend with dad and how young he is, Natsuo wanted to wait until a point when dad wouldn’t be able to stop him just in case Shouto accidentally told. He didn’t plan for Shouto to figure it out himself, or to be so blunt about it.

“Uhh… umm.. Ahhh…” Natsuo looks around as if he’s going to find a convenient excuse just laying around in their backyard. As expected, there’s nothing to help him and Fuyumi is making dinner so she isn’t paying attention to them right now.

He sighs in defeat, “Yeah, I’m training for the UA Entrance Exam.”

Shouto doesn’t outwardly react to the statement just blinking slowly like a cat, or maybe he’s still processing. Natsuo wonders if his little brother has always been this… weird.

“Are you gonna be a hero like father?” Again, a simple question with very little to no trace of emotion.

It seems fairly straight forward, their father legally works as a professional hero so it makes sense that Shouto would make the comparison, but Natsuo knows enough to read between the lines. He can’t help but feel that Shouto is worried that him becoming a hero means he will become like Endeavor.

Natsuo kneels down to better talk to his little brother, “No Shouto. I’m not gonna be anything like our old man. I want to be a hero that inspires people and fills them with the confidence to stand up for themselves. I want to be a hero that fights against people like our father.”

Natsuo’s gathered by this point in the conversation that Shouto doesn’t really express himself much outwardly but he still thinks he sees a glimmer of something in his eyes that he prays to all manner of deities is hope. That small spark and the potential that it holds renews the fire in his soul that’s been pushing him all year and makes all the bumps and bruises he’s gotten seem totally worth it.

“I’ve been watching you train.” “Oh yeah? What do you think?”

Shouto scrunches his face slightly and seems hesitant to continue, “I think you look pretty cool,” he says quietly.

Natsuo can’t help the wide grin that spreads on his face, “Really? Well I’d sure hope so! That’s what all this training is for after all!”

Shouto grins a little bit and Natsuo’s heart sings. Maybe there’s still hope for his little brother after all.

The grin falls away quickly and Shouto looks back up to the house, “I should go back to the house before dad gets home.”

Natsuo’s face falls as the reality that they’re not supposed to talk to each other sinks in again. If nothing else comes from his dream Natsuo hopes that he will at least get the chance to bond with his little brother one day. As he watches Shouto retreat to the house he wonders if this desire to protect, this burning in his soul that’s keeping him motivated, is how Touya felt about him once upon a time. He thinks this conversation’s given him a glimpse into the pressures of being a big brother.

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Fuyumi makes him a special meal of his favourites that night to show her support for the exam tomorrow. Natsuo smiles fondly as she lectures him about how important it is that he goes to be early and gets a good night's rest in order to perform at his best tomorrow. He agrees that sleep is important but he also can’t help but feel he’s going to be way too keyed up on nerves and excitement to be able to get any deep rest.

As he’s lying in bed that night, Natsuo tries to process that tomorrow really is the day. No matter what he tells himself it just doesn’t seem real. He’s miles from where he started when he decided to pursue this path but at the same time he barely feels like anything’s changed. As well as these thoughts, Natsuo’s mind is also starting to wonder about the other students he’ll have to face tomorrow, about the quirks they’ll undoubtedly have. He’s worked so hard to be anything other then the “waste of space” his father thinks he is but now- faced with the challenge of going up against all those other hero hopefuls- those words seem to be weighing on him more than ever.

These thoughts all seem to swirl around in his mind like a black hole inevitably sucking him until eventually the late time sends him drifting into a light sleep. He continues to drift in his dreams seemingly from one nightmare scenario to the next until eventually he is pulled out of the pool of failure filling his head by the sound of his alarm beeping aggressively.

He sits up in bed groggily. Today is the day.

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