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just-a-real-human · 3 years

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Stress

(heya! this is my first story and i’m still not that good, so keep that in mind as you read ‘^^ please give any constructive critisism you can give to help me improve! i’ll write in mostly metric to make it easier on myself, let’s chalk it up to the translator being extra nice today) (extra note, i’m Dutch and English is actually my second language, so keep that in mind as well)

The classroom was filled to the brim with all kinds of aliens, from the wonderful to the weird, speaking in all their exotic languages. all the conversations differed and the translators they had really started to prove their worth! the only thing that truly stayed constant was the subject of their conversations...Humans. That was because this was a special class all about Humans, given by the head of research on humans, or ‘anthropology’ as the humans call it, an alien called Kr’kn. Kr’kn was one of the first to spend an extended amount of time in the company of humans, going on to become a famous figure in the galaxy.

After a couple minutes of this exitement in the classroom, it all suddenly went silent as two figures walked onto the speaking platform. the first being Dr. Kr’kn himself, a Molusk-like creature having some resemblance to an earth octopus, but with about 12 tentacles, 4 for locomotion, which are place under his body, giving him an upright gait and making him stand about 1.4M tall and 8 tentacles for manipulating the environment. But perhaps even more exiting, behind him followed a Human! The human followed Kr’kn closely, fidgeting with something grey in his hands. when they reached the speaking platform, The human promptly took seat in a chair next to the speaking platform, continuing to play with the thing it was holding, yet hiding it from view, looking around the room, but never looking directly at any of the students. Dr. Kr’Kn looked over the room and took a deep breath before saying.

“Humans, strange creatures aren’t they? Very, very complicated ones as well, there is much more to them then any sensory organ could perceive. They are loud, but can be almost entirely silent. They are social, but they need privacy and alone time frequently. They are tall, yet can blend with many environments, even without technology. I could go on for HOURS about the uniqueness of humans, and i probably will sometime! But not now, because over the course of these months i will teach you all i know of humans, starting not with the very basics, but the more advanced things as through (their equivalent of internet), reading and lessons you’ve learned the basics of them. So let us start with a subject not often touched on in education, stress and, unavoidably, rage.”

The students sat, watching the doctor, and occasionally the human, with wide eyes. they had indeed learned the basics of human biology. they had briefly touched on hysterical strength and subjects like that, yet they still didn’t have a very good understanding of humans, simply because nobody had. Except of course them one teaching them.

Dr Kr’kn continued. “We all know stress, most species have it. But in humans it can be especially prevalent. Stress in humans can drastically affect their mood, emotion, sexual interest, concentration and even lifespan. It can induce depression and loss of interest and a whole managerie of different effect on humans, nearly none being benificial. Often stress quickly can lead to anger, and is oftened compared to a rubber band, each thing that stresses them out tightening the band and if they are too stressed, they get angry. Humans have dubbed this stress-overload as ‘snapping’, and it can range from shouting at someone to assault and even death, both for the human and the one who made them ‘snap’. Humans can be quite easily stressed, for instance my dear friend here gets stressed by crowds, eye contact and meeting strangers, as well as a looong list of other things. this is partially due to mental disorders, but mostly due to personal differences.”

Many of the class nervously eyed the human after he said this, the human did seem a bit uncomfortable, what if he ‘snapped’ here? This seemed to be a stressfull environment, why would he be here? Was he forced?

The Doctor looked around, noticing the nervous glances and chuckled. “No worries, my friend here is calm as can be. This actually leads very well into the next part, how do humans relieve stress? Well, there’s some ways, that you’ve probably already learnt, and seeing as that’d be a little embaressing to go over for my friend, i’ll go to the less well known ones. A very popular one, maybe even more popular then any other, is music. An immense amount of emotion can be transferred into music, ranging from happiness to sadness, even anger can be put into music! The best example of ‘angry’ music is probaly a kind of music humans dub ‘metal’. Anyone sensitive to rythms, loud noises or things like that, please cover your ears.” He said, swiping a few times on the tablet infont of him, a large hologram raising infont of them before saying once more “I repeat again, if you are sensitive to fast rythms or loud noises, please cover your ears!”

He then pressed the play button and the music started playing, and indeed, as he said, the pure rage put in that music was so overwhelming some students actually seemed afraid, as if the humans on the hologram could jump out and attack at any moment! The human accompanying Kr’kn seemed to enjoy it, moving his head up and down in the rythm of the music a little.

Dr. Kr’kn paused the music, swiping it away. “Well, i suppose you get what i mean about anger being conveyed in the music? And despite its seemingly simple nature, metal often has deep symbolism, especially compared to the simple first impression. It also happens to be one of the most difficult forms of music to play. Another good way to relieve stress for humans are video games, especially either calm and cute ones, or the most violent ones they can create!”

The class laughed a little, assuming the doctor was making a joke. As a reaction the doctor pulled up another hologram, showing the class a cute, calm game about finding many orb like creatures with (human) smiles on their faces. It seemed to be a good example of what the doctor meant.

“now, if you are bad with blood, violence or dismemberment, please look away, and if you are sensitive to rythms and loud noises, cover your ears again.”

He then pulled up a video as one specific game, one set in a red, fleshy cityscape, destroyed and overrun with the most disturbing creatures you could imagine. But worst of all, a human was running through! With more of that ‘metal’ in the background the man was running through the creatures, shooting them with ballistic weapons, energy weapons and cutting them apart! It even ripped them apart with its bare hands! Many students looked at it, horrified, some even needing to look away. Kr’kn laughed, swiping away the hologram. “that there is a favorite game among many humans, including my friend here, he is quite skilled at it, in fact, the footage there is my friend playing that game!”

The students looked at the human, terrified. Humans ENJOYED murder and destruction!? They liked such violence and that music?

Dr. Kr’kn laughed again. “Anyways, yet another way of relieving stress, or more accurately, prevent stress, is in the form of a mental support thing. Often that is an object, like in the case of my friend here! If you would please look to him, he will show what his emotional support object is.”

The human seemed a bit aprehensive before revealing the grey thing he was holding and had been playing with...it was a small, grey teddybear with a white scarf. it was clearly quite old, it was clear it used to be coloured something else then grey, but due to years of hugging and washing, it had lost it’s colour, only it’s snout being a little brighter grey with a brown nose.

“Yes, that little thing is one of the most important things in my friends life, so important, in fact, that he has once killed someone for taking it.“

The students gasped, looking at the human, who looked away a bit, now holding the bear closely, clearly regretting what happened back there, and speaking for the first time. “Not JUST for taking teddy...he was a pirate”

Kr’kn laughed, shaking his head “True, true, the fact remains that it is an incredibly important object to him, anything else and he would have waited to sneak up on him, but he instead took the pirate on without bothering to sneak, he shouted so loud the pirate was stunned for a moment before my friend here beat him with a glass and stabbed him to death with the shards! none of us would dare approach him for hours after that...well, the humans kept their distance claiming he needed time alone, but we all noticed even the humans were fearfull. He only truly calmed down when his chosen mate, or ‘girlfriend’ went to speak to him. And that brings me to the most important and effective ways for a human to relieve stress.

Kr’kn let the students stare at the human for a little bit, he knew how they must have felt, humans were terrifying when you learn such stories, and even more if you experience them!

“there are 4 most important ways for a humans to release stress. And they are: Screaming, crying, talking and love. Screaming lets them simply release all the rage in their system in a simple roar, it can be one scream or many, but they are almost always effective. Talking means to simply share their troubles with someone, be it human or not, even talking to a pet, friendly wild animal or book(by writing it down) will help them as they aren’t the only ones stuck with it anymore, and the other might be able to help in some way. And now the two most important ones, Crying and love. Crying is a strange thing, humans will leak water out of their eyes and make a repeating sound, often accompanying screaming, but even more often it is silent, and they usually cry when safe. It releases all their stress and sadness over a period of time and is a very clear way for others to see how they feel, and Love is often a result of it, or what causes it, which is good. For instance the previous story, my friend here told his Girlfriend everything, and a human often gets repetitive when telling something, which you should deal with if you truly care for them. He then simply got a hug, which is one of the most primally loving and caring things a human can do. You all know kissing is something that human mates do, but a hug can be done by any human they care about. Physical contact is important for a human, and a good hug will often make a human cry their worries away, which is an important part of bonding and caring. Now do not go about hugging humans every chance you get, it’s something special, and not every human likes it. For instance my friend is a bit sensitive, so there are few people he allows to hug him, and i just so happen to be one of them.” He said the last part with a certain pride, having his race’s version of a smile as he looked at the human.

“Anyways, this is where my job ends for today, and yours starts. I want you to write a simple list of stress-relieving things for a human, write it as accurately as you can. And even if it isn’t very accurate, as long as your tried, it’ll be good enough for me. Next time i will go over the dangers of a human and what you should do to avoid it. I hope you have a good day and enjoy your time, goodbye!”

The students wished him farewell and Kr’kn walked away, the human joining him, still holding the bear closely. The students exitedly started talking to one another, having learned many things about humans that they didn’t know before. After many minutes of conversation, they slowly started to leave, and after about an hour or so the classroom was entirely empty.

WELL! that was my first story, i hope you enjoy it! again, give your opinions and constructive critisism down there, any ideas and suggestions are welcome as well! have a nice day c:

Good news! I fixed the comments (i think). :D

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cultifi · 3 years

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Hey~ okay so this request is based on a story I read about online. But basically the female is on her period (but she doesn’t realize yet ) and it seeps through her pants so she has a blood stain now. Could I request Bakugou or Todoroki seeing the stain and trying to be lowkey about helping her cover up so she isn’t embarrassed? Idk if that makes sense. Also I wanted to ask what fandoms/characters you write for. Idk if it’s annoying always writing about Bakugou, but he’s my comfort character so 😭 sorry.

Covering - Bakugo x (fem)reader

prompt: Bakugo sees that you had started your period and helps you out

genre: fluff

-actual plot of the request starts at ‘keep reading’ button-

“Come on! I promise it will be fun,” Mina begged you as she flopped onto your bed, sprawled out, “it’s only for the weekend anyways.” She had been trying to convince you to spend the weekend with her and a couple of other friends at Momo’s beach house which wasn’t far away from where you lived, but the thought of being trapped with people for more than a day irritated you just thinking about it. Mina just kept pleading for you to go.

“If I come, you have to...” you stated as you looked thought of a compromise that would benefit both you the most, “...do my homework for a week!” Mina’s mouth dropped open as she looked at you in disbelief. She hung her head down and muttered a small,

“Fine.”

Friday afternoon came around and when you arrived at the beach house with Mina and Momo you finally saw who you would be spending the weekend with, Deku, Todoroki and Bakugo. 3 boys, 3 girls. You all headed inside and set your luggage down near the entrance, admiring how spacious and clean the house was, like no one had ever stepped foot in it. “Woah...” you whispered in amazement when you had seen that Momo’s description of the house was nowhere near accurate, claiming it was “just a regular beach house.”

“This place is huge!” Mina exclaimed and threw herself on the enormous leather sofa placed in the middle of the living room, which was the centre of the beach house. “Honestly Momo, you really downplayed how big this place is.” After exploring the large, almost sparkling clean house, everyone discussed sleeping arrangements. despite it being a huge house, the only thing it lacked was a decent amount of bedrooms; there were 2, but fortunately they were quite big, so everyone had decided that the girls would room together and the boys would do the same.

The sky grew darker before anyone realised how late it had gotten so everyone headed to their designated sleeping rooms. Since the rooms were quite large, there were conveniently three beds in different areas of the room, the middle being empty. “Dibs!” Mina shouted and catapulted herself onto the bed directly opposite the door, even though the were all basically the same size (hers was a little bigger but that’s besides the point). All three of you prepared yourselves for bed as you slid into the cool covers, having light conversation until Momo asked you a question about him.

“I noticed Bakugo looking at you a lot today,” she teased as her and Mina both giggled, “I think he has a crush on you!” You felt heat rise up to your cheeks when you started thinking about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him so you pulled the covers up to your face and protested against Momo’s idea.

You woke up to Mina and Momo jumping on your bed which made you want to dropkick them but you restrained yourself, putting your pillow over your head. “Fine, I’ll get up,” you complained and threw your pillow at Mina who was jumping with such vigour that you might think she was trying to create a dent in the bed frame.

“Let’s wake the boys up,” Mina suggested with a smirk and whispered something to Momo, both giggling and making you feel confused. “Okay so I’ll wake up Deku, you wake up Bakugo and Momo will wake up Todoroki. We’ll just jump on their beds until they get up.” The evil scheme was soon in motion.

You approached the door of their room and carefully twisted the handle, making sure to not create any disturbances. You pushed the door open and looked at all the boys sleeping peacefully. It wasn’t going to be peaceful for much longer.You each took your places and on the count of three flew onto the beds.

“Wake up!” you shouted and jumped onto Bakugo’s bed, bouncing up and down as though it was a trampoline.

“Shut up,” he mumbled tiredly and grabbed onto your ankle, making you stumble and fall onto him in a bit of an interesting position, staring at each other awkwardly. You looked down to realise that you were straddling Bakugo and that he also wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath his pyjama bottoms. His eyes widened and told you to move, but flinched slightly when you finally did, pulling the covers over his lower half. He put his head in his hands and shouted at all of you to ‘get the fuck out.’ You hurried out of the room in embarrassment, Mina and Momo following you as you cursed to yourself.

“What just happened?” Mina asked you worriedly as she closed the door behind her. You told her about the ‘situation’ which was currently being taken care of by Bakugo in the bathroom. “I think he’ll be fine in a bit, don’t worry about it,” she advised you and hugged you lightly and suggested that we all go to the beach, your stomach had been hurting, but you ignored it and agreed.

Later on, after having swam in the salty water and played volleyball with everyone, Mina’s words had proved to be true, Bakugo wasn’t angry, he actually looked like he was having fun, especially when Deku tripped and got a face full of sand. You were all hungry at this point and decided you would go to a restaurant near the beach house, it wasn’t anything fancy so you just decided to wear light blue denim overalls accompanied by a black belt with a white short sleeved crop top.

You ignored the aching in your lower stomach since you thought it was probably just because you were hungry and tied up your hair into a ponytail. “You ready?” Momo asked as she picked up her phone and purse.

“Yea.”

The dinner actually turned out to be really enjoyable with everyone there, you honestly thought it was going to be chaotic but you managed to have fun. When the sky started turning a dark orange colour and you realised it was getting late, and you all were tired from the day’s activities.

“Alright let’s go back,” everyone agreed and made their way out of the restaurant. As you were walking you saw Bakugo drop his phone and went to get it after realising it wasn’t in his pocket anymore, falling behind the group slightly as you all walked by knowing he’d catch up anyways.

“Hey, um...” he walked up besides you holding out his zip up hoodie, “wrap it around your waist, there’s kind of a problem,” he whispered to you and you suddenly realised why your stomach had been hurting the whole day. Shit. You endured the pain as the cramps kicked in conveniently when you were close the the beach house, not wanting to get any weird looks from strangers. “You okay?” Bakugo asked, acting as though he didn’t really care, you nodded and smiled feebly keeping yourself from crouching down into a little ball.

Once you all arrived home the first thing you did was run towards the shower because you just wanted to clean up and have a shower quickly to relax your muscles after having been in pain for so long. As soon as the hot water hit your shoulders it felt as though the stress melted out of them and you stood there for a minute, enjoying the sauna-like atmosphere the nearly boiling hot shower was creating. It really did help your stomach cramps.

Grabbing the vanilla scented body wash, you remembered that Bakugo had seen the period stain but luckily didn’t make it obvious to everyone and he was actually subtle about it. You pushed your hair out of your face and sighed, feeling the embarrassment wash away as you realised it shouldn’t be something to be ashamed of. Steamed followed you when you stepped out of the shower and you noticed Bakugo’s hoodie hanging on the door, deciding you should probably give it back.

You walked into the living room to see he was the only one there, sitting on the plain leather couch, staring at whatever was on the huge tv. “Hey,” you greeted him and sat down besides him, handing him his hoodie, “thanks for helping me out, here, it’s clean.” He took the hoodie and placed it on the arm of the sofa, getting up to retrieve something since he told you to wait there. You did as you were told and waited patiently until he came back with a handful of snacks and a hot water bottle, accompanied by a cup of chamomile tea ‘to relax you’. “Um, what is this for?” You asked him, confused as to why he was being so nice.

“You’re on your period right? So I thought it would help if I brought some snacks. The tea might help with the cramps, that’s what my mom told me to do when a girl is on her period,” he said nervously and laid the snacks down next to you, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled at him and took the tea, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you and happily took the hot water bottle, shoving it under your shirt to soothe your stomach. You noticed him still looking at you and you smiled.

“Could you stay here?” He looked surprised for a second and grabbed a soft throw blanket to cover the two of you, putting on a movie to watch as you opened a bag of gummy bears and got closer to him, not noticing the blush you had caused to spread across his cheeks.

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lelawrites · 4 years

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A life with you… (Kirishima EijirouXReader)

a/n: this is my first ever server collab with the first server im part off!! im so so so so so so excited for this and i hope you enjoy reading this and the other stories as well!

summary: In a world filled soulmates that couldn’t see colour without making eye contact, your quirk made people able to do so and it made your life hell. That is, until you meet your own soulmate.

warnings: panic attacks, past bullying, a villain attack, you are taken as a hostage,,kinda, a shitty quirk bUT!!! a fluffy end

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The day you got your quirk was also the day your life started becoming hell. Your doctor called your quirk “Soulmate”, which was painfully accurate. Whoever you made eye contact with immediately fell in love with you, so much so that their brains malfunctioned and made them able to see all colours. You wouldn’t see any colour until you met your soulmate, but your mere existence disturbed this whole concept. Your quirk only lasted for around ten minutes though, so there was at least one good thing about it. It caused people you didn’t know to fall for you at first sight, made them see colours they weren’t supposed to see yet or again and they would always try to explain to you that you were their soulmate. You understood this and felt sorry for making them go through something like that, but you couldn’t control it. So, you learned from a young age how to explain to people that you weren’t their soulmate, kindly apologize and then leave as quickly as you can.

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You were only four years old and you had never experienced such hateful glances and harsh shoves before. The day you got your quirk was the day all of your friends turned on you and warned, rather stopped, anyone else to come close to you. They said you would only make them love you and trick them into staying with you, even though that wasn’t the case at all. You couldn’t control your quirk one bit and every mean thing they said hurt you even more. Your small heart was breaking, your mind closing in on you, caging you in, only letting you be with yourself and your thoughts that turned darker by the second.

You were five when you asked your parents for glasses that didn’t let your eyes peak through. They agreed quickly, having noticed how timid and reserved you had gotten since you got your quirk. You didn’t look up at anyone, your eyes were always glued to the floor. You stayed alone as much as you could, silently rehearsing what you had to say if you did accidentally use your quirk on someone.

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All your life you heard the mumbled words of others around you, talking about you, your quirk and how they could use you to see colour for the first time. You were like a cheat code in the system and people wanted to take advantage of that. And they did, too. You were tormented, pushed and shoved, because you didn’t want to take your glasses off. They bullied you until your glasses fell on the floor and pulled your eyes open. That was the day you begged your parents to let you attend an online school.

They let you, so you stayed home, in your small room. Alone, isolated and drowned in your own thoughts and taunting memories that seemed to repeat again and again in your head, every time more extreme, changing into something even worse. Your memories changed and every time it felt real. You couldn’t even trust yourself or your memories anymore.

***

Many years since that time have passed. While you were still plagued with the harsh thoughts, you had help. You went to therapy twice a week and it really did help with your situation. You even were able to go to work and interact a bit with people. It wasn’t easy, but you wanted to get better with everything again. You wanted to talk to people, you wanted to look into someone’s eyes, you wanted to do things everyone deemed as completely normal, but…you couldn’t. There still was a huge shadow behind you, holding you back, but every day you were working on making it smaller. It was hard and frustrating and sometimes you failed.

Today was one of those days, the ones where you failed. It wasn’t fault though, it wasn’t your fault that the concrete underneath you was breaking, the windows of the buildings beside you completely shattered. The people around you obviously running for their life, desperate screams and huffs leaving them.

The glasses you always wore had fallen off at the intense earthquake. You didn’t know if it was an earthquake or quirk and you didn’t care. The only important thing for you at that moment were your glasses. The moment you lost them you were already on the floor, reaching around you with closed eyes, only to get your hands stepped on. Panic spread around your body, uncontrollably shaking you through. You slowly backed up to a wall of a building, eyes tightly pressed together and hands hovering over them. Your breath was unsteady, either too quick or non-existent for a few moments.

The steps around you, the screams, everything seemed so far away that you didn’t even notice the noises dying down. You didn’t notice the person coming towards you with a crazy smirk, not even when they were leaning over you, breathing heavily on the top of your head.

“Look at me, doll,” he said with a rough voice. You froze immediately, a broken sob forcing its way out of you, followed by a small whimper. Would you die here? “I said look at me.” The anger in his voice was very clear and you cursed yourself for still existing.

You didn’t answer, didn’t even move and that fuelled his anger even more. A hand littered in scars made its way under your jaw, gripping you tightly and squishing your cheeks a little. He forced your head up, ripped your hands from your eyes. Small whimpers and short breaths left you as you opened your eyes slowly.

It had been a long time since you saw the city without your glasses, even if you still didn’t see colours. It was beautiful, but you couldn’t focus on that right now. For a split second your eyes met his, immediately closing again. His grip on you faltered, slightly softening as he came closer to you.

“Y-you’re my soulmate? You?”, his voice wasn’t anything above a whisper, you could barely hear him. A shaky breath left your lips, thinking about your options. You nodded your head slowly, as much as you could. You felt disgusting, dirty with his hands and eyes on you.

The next moments happened quickly, your brain couldn’t even keep up with what was happening. Suddenly his hand moved around your neck, picking you up by it as he stood up himself, dangling you over the ground by your throat. He pressed your back against his chest, turning to probably look at someone. His hand around your neck tightened lightly, was he talking to someone? Was someone else there? Another villain? A hero?

Your eyes still tightly closed, hands gripping his to get him to let you go. You couldn’t properly breath, your legs weakly struggling to step on the broken concrete again. Your ears picked up a faint conversation, but the panic and the lack of air made it hard to focus on anything else than your fear of death. “I can’t just leave my soulmate here, now can I? That would be a shame, look how pretty she is. Struggling so cutely,” he growled to the other person, leaning down to your ear so you would hear him too. “Look over there, sweetheart. There’s a little hero, trying to save you. Show him your pretty eyes, come on.”

You swallowed hard and he felt it, tightening his grip on your throat. “Go on.” In his free hand was suddenly a knife and he slid it over your stomach, barely touching you with it. You slowly pried your eyes open, blinking a few times before looking for a spot near the hero so it would look like you were looking at him, but you weren’t. His grip tightened even more, completely cutting off your air. Your eyes teared up, blurring your view, your feet weakly hit his legs and your hands still tried to get his hands off you, but without success. The world around you slowly darkened and the last thing you felt was being thrown to the side and hitting the hard floor. A faint scream calling out for you, but it didn’t reach you soon enough.

***

Everything felt heavy and light at the same time, a bright light blinding you even through your eyelids. You knew opening your eyes would be a pain, but you had no choice. You took a few seconds to prepare yourself before finally opening them and being hit by the bright light directly. Slowly you lifted your hand to rub over them, looking to wake yourself up more. You slowly sat up on the hard bed and looked around the boring hospital room, confused as to why you were here.

“Good morning,” a smooth voice called from beside you, catching your attention immediately. Your head snapped to him and you were about to scream out in fear, but before you could you locked eyes with him. The moment you did, everything around you started to get colour. His red eyes and hair were the first things that you saw in colour.

He was obviously just as shocked as you were, eyes open wide and scanning over your body wildly. His expression changed from surprised to confused, eyes stopping at your beautiful ones. “I thought you were...,” he started, but quickly stopped himself from saying more. He bit his very soft looking, pink lips and that was the first time you saw his sharp teeth.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, it was the first time you wanted to stare at someone for as long as you could. After a few moments of silence you started to tell him about your quirk and how it affected the villain, thankfully. He made sure to ask if this whole soulmate thing between the two of you was real, which hurt your feelings a bit, but of course you answered truthfully, with a small nod and a smile.

Making a conversation with him was easy, he was so happy, so motivated to get to know you. Shy, but so eager to finally get to meet and talk to you. He was quite proud that he had saved you and you were quick to praise and thank him. The two of you talked and talked until his phone rang, interrupting him from telling you about one of his friends. You supposed it was another friend, the goofy smile on his lips as he stood up from his seat and walked around the room, the whispered “I found my soulmate, Bakugou.” It was amusing to see him talking to him, a light red shade spreading on his cheeks as he continued talking to his friend. Sometimes you could even hear yelled responses from the phone, but Kirishima’s calm expression made you giggle softly. Just what were you getting into, having a soulmate with so many friends, so much energy and so much to tell? The only thing you knew that it was going to be fun and never boring. Not with him.

The day you got your quirk was the day your life became hell, but the day you got to meet your sweet soulmate Kirishima Eijirou was the day your hell slowly became heaven.

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this was so much fun to write and it’s the first thing i ever wrote with like,,,more than 1500 words???so that’s really awesome and i hope i did well!! i love my kiri very very much and i hope i got his character right in this one, even though he wasn’t that much in it,,, anywAy i really really hope you enjoyed reading this and read the stories from my friends too!!!

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero acadamy #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha fluff #soulmate!au

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tiramisiyu · 3 years

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MLQC: CN Weekly Texts

a bit of a change from the usual - last week, the boys sent texts rather than posting on Moments for the weekly activity levels~

see under the cut!

Gavin: Why did you send me a sobbing emoji?

MC: Because this accurately portrays what I’m like right now. The sounds of renovations downstairs are making my head hurt.

Gavin: I just happen to be near your place. I’ll head over right now.

Gavin: Have you contacted property management?

MC: Not yet, I want to endure it a little more before making a decision.

Gavin: Renovations on the weekend really do disturb the people.

Gavin: Do you still need to work in the afternoon?

Gavin: If not, we can head out and walk around outside, and return in the evening.

MC: Then have you decided where to go?

Gavin: For now, not yet…

Gavin: Although, today’s weather is very good, so we can walk on the sidewalks while thinking.

Gavin: Actually, as long as you’re there, we can go anywhere.

Lucien: How is your hand? Does it still hurt?

MC: It still hurts a little…

Lucien: It sounds like it might not just be “a little”.

Lucien: If there’s nothing important going on, you can give yourself half a day off today.

MC: I’ll remember the experience this time… I promise that I’ll save the kitten safely next time!

Lucien: Just remembering this experience is insufficient by far. Better, full preparation is needed.

Lucien: There’s an informative lecture on rescuing wild animals the day after tomorrow. They’ll share a lot of useful rescue information then.

Lucien: If you’re interested, we can go together and take a look.

MC: That would be great, I’m super interested!

Lucien: Seeing that you’re this interested, I’m also somewhat looking forward to the lecture this time.

Lucien: But before this, you have to rest well. You’ve just gotten the vaccine, and your arm will be somewhat sore.

Lucien: If there is anything that you need to do, obediently wait for my return first.

Shaw: What’s the link that you sent me?

MC: Don’t worry, I wasn’t hacked, and my phone wasn’t stolen.

Shaw: Then why send me a coupon link?

Shaw: Wanna invite me to a meal?

MC: ...Alright, then I’ll invite you.

Shaw: Why do you sound kinda reluctant?

Shaw: You didn’t have this kind of attitude when begging me to help you clear a game.

Shaw: You aren’t suffering any losses whatsoever.

MC: Hello, sir, I would like to invite you out for a meal. Is this alright?

Shaw: Tch, so peculiar.

Shaw: No idea where you got it from.

Shaw: Either way, don’t even think about slacking on this meal.

Kiro: Miss Chips, have you received this week’s fresh flowers?

MC: Eh, why send flowers again this week?

Kiro: Because I’d like to collect more of MC’s smiles.

Kiro: If its effect really is so miraculous

Kiro: Then, what colour do you want next week?

MC: Let me think… how about pink; it feels very refreshing~

Kiro: I’ve received your wish!

Kiro: Next week’s flowers will be delivered by delivery boy Kiro!

Kiro: Please look forward to it-

MC: I haven’t really sent you any gifts… is there anything that you want in particular?

Kiro: Is anything alright?

Kiro: Then accompany me this weekend!

Kiro: As long as I can be with MC, then that’s the best gift.

Victor: What do you mean by forwarding me this “Dangers of Overworking” news?

MC: I’m just taking notice of societal news…

Victor: Is that so? I didn’t think that you would enjoy looking at news that much.

Victor: Then how come I don’t see you forwarding news along the lines of “One should not overdrink and overeat during winter”?

MC: I saw that one! I’m willing to challenge that law!

Victor: As if.

Victor: Speak - exactly what is your purpose.

MC: Nothing much - just, could you extend the deadline of that report…

Victor: You’ve already dragged it on for several days, yet you still want an extension?

Victor: How were you able to make your promises in the past few days, when you stayed up watching dramas?

Victor: Today is the end of the deadline. I’ll watch over you as you finish writing it.

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keep me (on fire) [kylux, rated T]

PROMPT(S): headache/migraine (@badthingshappenbingo, 13/25) & kylux advent on Twitter

SUMMARY: Armitage knew, when he agreed to follow his temporary co-lead Ben back to his tiny flat that first time, that whatever might occur between them would have a natural deadline. He's got no right to desire something more permanent.

None at all.

FANDOM: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

TAGS: Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Mutual Pining, Hangover, Getting Together, Insecurity, Armitage Hux Has Feelings, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

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He slowly comes to with a solid warmth crushing him half into a soft bed—two familiar things that aren’t supposed to be anywhere near each other.

He jolts awake.

For his part, Ben only rolls over from on top of him with a mumble and starts (or goes back to) snoring—like there’s nothing wrong in this picture. Like it is every day that he rubs himself all over Armitage’s not bumpy mattress and slobbers all over Armitage’s not rock-hard pillows and—and—

Oh stars, he brought Ben home.

Home. The most private of his personal spaces. The one-and-only-one-man’s land. Not even Phasma has been in his flat before; something dire must have happened for Ben to be given the privilege. Whatever that might be. He vaguely remembers sharing a taxi back from the New Year’s Eve party, an arm around his waist keeping him upright, warm breath next to his ear—

Fuck, even thinking hurts. The oblivion of sleep tempts him, the warmth of the bed pulling him in deep. He wants nothing more than to curl under the sheets until his brain stops trying to burst out of his skull and the universe is set to rights again.

Unfortunately, it isn’t all that’s about to burst.

He pushes himself up and out of the bed with a low grunt, a shiver passing through him in the winter chill. Not eager to bumble about for his housecoat, he throws on the first extra layer he can grab off the floor—namely, Ben’s giant jumper. Ben won’t need it under Armitage’s plush duvet.

Outside of the dark cave that is his bedroom, the hallway is lit with that eerie, foggy glow of dawn. These hours don’t find him awake often anymore. Resent as he may the loss of authority that came with a co-lead, having Ben to help shoulder the burdens and irritations of a high-profile project has made for a simpler, calmer life. In the safety of his thoughts, he can admit that once Starkiller is completed and Ben returns to the Coruscant branch where he belongs, their office will feel immensely empty.

He goes about freshening up almost lazily, brushing his teeth until his mouth stops tasting like he licked the floors of First Order clean. His stomach is churning, his headache—pulsing to the same rhythm as the ringing in his ears—reminding him how old he is getting for the scene. To hell with trusting Ben; he is sticking to his wine and the occasional two fingers of whiskey from now on.

It will be weeks before he can even think about having another drink, though.

Next stop: the kitchen. Taking two painkillers, dry, he sits at the kitchen table with a glass of water, sipping at it as the worst of his light-headedness abates. The room brightens around him, slowly and without mercy, a deep ache settling onto his bones as he remains in the same spot too long. His eyes close on their own accord once or twice—his chin dropping onto his chest jerks him awake again.

He isn’t avoiding sleep, exactly; it’s more that he is bloody dreading returning to the bedroom. Ridiculous, he is well aware. This was hardly the first time he’s woken up next to Ben; that it happened—presumably—without sex first or in Armitage’s flat, where Armitage can’t get dressed in the dark and slip out while Ben sleeps on, shouldn’t change anything.

Still, it feels too awkward—too intimate—now. If he returns to the bedroom, he is going to wake up in Ben’s arms, to Ben’s soft smile and mussed hair, and get ideas. Ideas that will haunt him every time he slides under and out of these same covers alone. The calendar already hangs over his head; does he truly need to torture himself further?

Besides, he made his bed, didn’t he? He knew, when he agreed to follow Ben back to his tiny flat that first time, that whatever might occur between them would have a natural deadline—in fact, that was a selling point back then. What right has he got now to sit here and pity himself?

Appalled, he drags himself up and over to the counter. Sleep is obviously off the table; he might as well make himself useful and put the coffee on. It should help with whatever part of his leftover headache is due to caffeine withdrawal.

Except that he can’t, he realises after everything is primed for it, since his coffee maker tends to screech like a hell beast and Ben is still asleep.

Hells. How can one man complicate another’s life so much solely by existing?

“You okay?”

Heart lurching, Armitage pushes away from the counter as if burned. Ben is standing just outside the kitchen with a hand on the doorframe, half-blended into the shadows in his customary black. His bed hair looks as horrible as Armitage imagined, although his lips are curled into a frown, lines visible between his brows.

A cruel, twisted little part of Armitage is glad to see Ben perturbed. It means he isn’t the only one.

“Yes,” Armitage responds belatedly, trying to rearrange his limbs into a semblance of comfortable, if not relaxed. He is still wearing Ben’s jumper, fuck. “Yes, of course. Just—making coffee.”

Ben hums, glancing down at the empty mug on the counter. “Is there enough for two?”

Armitage takes another mug out of the overhead cabinet in answer. Ben brushes against his back on the way to Armitage’s abandoned seat.

They don’t speak as the coffee maker runs—couldn’t hope to, over the sound of it. While companionable silence has never truly existed between them, they hadn’t had this sort of tension tainting the air since the first couple of months after Ben’s arrival, back when Armitage was still unwilling to cede any amount of control over their project. A feeling not unlike foreboding fills him, his limbs heavy with dread.

A crack runs down Ben’s mug—a shallow line on the outside, harmless beyond appearances. Filling them both, he passes Ben the intact one, leaning back against the counter with his hands hiding the defect.

Ben gulps down a good third of the scalding liquid as if dying of thirst before putting it down. Armitage’s throat burns in sympathy.

“Nice place you have here,” Ben says with a slight rasp to his tone, gesturing around with his free hand. “Very… austere.”

Armitage snorts. “You mean unlived-in.” He appreciates Ben’s attempt at tact; but he is under no illusions about the state of his home. The bedroom is where he sleeps and the kitchen is where he spends his waking hours while here; the rest of the flat might as well not exist.

“It’s a little sparse,” Ben admits. “Doesn’t look like you spend a lot of time here.”

It isn’t a question and Armitage doesn’t bother responding. Ben already knows the hours he keeps at the office—they leave together often enough for dinner and other after-hours activities.

Has he got enough food for breakfast for two?

Folding his arms over the table, “I thought you would come back to bed,” Ben says, an odd hesitation colouring the words. Something about the lines of his shoulders, drawn in deep as if trying to hide into himself, makes Armitage’s heart burn. “You were gone a long time.”

How long has Ben been awake? How long has Armitage, for that matter? “I couldn’t sleep,” he lies. “I didn’t want to disturb you with my tossing and turning.”

A corner of Ben’s lips ticks up. “I could help you sleep,” he says, an amused glint playing in his eyes. “Now that we’re sober.”

About that.

“Maybe later,” Armitage hedges, hiding behind his own coffee. It tastes as bitter and dark as his mood. “What happened last night anyway? I’m… missing a few details.” Most of the night, more accurately. Sharing a cocktail table with Ben; two rounds of some bright red concoction Ben swore he would enjoy; the shots; the foolish, foolish desire to impress Ben, who drank like alcohol disappeared in his body…

The bits and pieces he does recall after that point, he’d much rather not have.

“Not much happened. We had some drinks, we talked…” Ben shrugs a shoulder, stiff and jerky. “You got drunk faster than I expected; but you didn’t embarrass yourself or anything, if that’s what you’re asking,” he adds, sending him a quick smile. “You’re a pretty composed drunk, actually. I’m envious.”

That isn’t how Armitage remembers it.

“You said you wanted to go home, so I got you home. I was just gonna help you into something comfortable and leave, honest; but you asked me to stay.” Ben runs his teeth over his bottom lip. “I did.”

That much Armitage could piece together himself. Ben knows how Armitage safeguards his privacy; he wouldn’t have intruded upon it unasked. “And?” Ben frowns in confusion—as if Armitage doesn’t know him enough to tell when he is faking it. He pins Ben with his General Hux stare. “What aren’t you telling me, Ben?”

Flickers of emotions pass through Ben’s face—anger and despair and resignation before it settles on a careful blankness that trembles with all it’s trying to cover. “You said—you asked me to stay forever.”

Blood freezes in Armitage’s veins.

“And you know I’m a fuckin’ idiot,” Ben continues, running a hand through his hair. “And I was a little drunk myself, so I didn’t realise it was the drink talking.” He sends a cautious glance at Armitage. “I promised to stay.”

Forever.

Armitage must be a fucking idiot as well, because his heart soars at the sound of that.

He shakes his head to dispel the wistfulness threatening to blur his vision. “Well, we’d both been drinking. People say things they don’t mean while drunk.” Ben said as much himself. “I won’t hold you to your drunken rambling.”

“That’s just it, though,” Ben says quietly. His expression is difficult to make out; but the look in his eyes—soft and intense—makes Armitage feel paper-thin and seen-through, as if Ben can read every silly thought passing through his head. “I meant every word.”

A fist grips his throat.

He takes a deep, deep breath, his lungs sitting wrong in his chest. In Ben’s guarded tone is a question he doesn’t know how to answer. The thing about their arrangement—it works, because it is casual. Even Armitage can’t ruin something casual—even if it hasn’t been that way for him for quite some time. Even if he gets the occasional, fleeting impression that it might not be for Ben, either. With the days ticking by fast, trying for anything serious would have been like building a house on quicksand.

If he truly asks Ben to stay with him, forever, and Ben listens—they can’t keep it casual after that. That is uncharted territory. What if they start a—a relationship and they can’t make it work? What if Armitage fucks up? What if Ben hates him for it?

What if he becomes Ben’s biggest regret, too?

His palms burn sweetly—he grips the warm mug harder to keep from scratching at them. “I thought you hated Arkanis,” he says, disgusted with how feeble his voice comes out. “Would you uproot your whole life to live here?” Because Armitage asked it of him?

“It has its charms,” Ben says with a crooked smile. “And I uprooted my life when I joined Snoke’s company—got nothing tying me to the Core Worlds anymore. Arkanis is as good a country to live as any.”

Armitage begs to differ. “Would Snoke even let you off your leash permanently?” he asks, half-joking. Snoke’s reliance on his protégé is an open secret; Armitage can’t imagine he would be thrilled to have Armitage steal Ben away.

Ben’s expression smooths over again.

Ice slides down Armitage’s spine. “Ben?”

Ben shifts on his seat, rubbing at his stubble. “Snoke offered me a position here,” he practically confesses, not meeting his eyes. “He wants to build a weapons design department. Separate from engineering. If I said yes, you and I would be working alongside each other as heads of our offices.”

Armitage’s guts unknot. When Snoke mentioned it, he thought Snoke was going to throw three incompetent fools under a new name just to shut Armitage up about it. Under Ben’s lead, a design department would thrive. “What did you say?”

“Nothing yet. Wanted to talk to you first.” Ben flashes him a wild grin that rides the line between excited and panicked. “I mean, it would suck if I accepted the job and you were looking forward to having me gone after Starkiller, y’know?”

Yes, Armitage knows the feeling very well. The part that doesn’t fit is hearing it from Ben’s lips—Ben, who tends to exude an aura of confidence so thick, Armitage feels emboldened merely by standing next to him. Ben, who is quick to anger and quicker to smile; but never, ever to doubt himself.

Ben, who is watching him like his life hangs on Armitage’s next word.

Warmth that doesn’t belong in winter rising in him, Armitage smiles. “You should take the job,” he says, broken pieces slotting into place in his mind’s eye. Not the only one indeed. “Arkanis is a sight to see in the spring.”

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Blooming Squadron Mankai Ranger: Event Translation Ch1-5

My mom loves Tasuku and she hasn’t managed to get Nocturnality Tasuku in English. So, I decided to just do this translation first. I’m supposed to do Glitter Kazu but you know... After this~

Blooming Squadron Mankai Ranger Ch1-5 / / Ch6-10 / / Epilogue

Disclaimer:

A3! is owned by Liber Entertainment

Translator’s Note: Sentai can be translated into Squadron, but they like to say Sentai-mono which just translate to Sentai related stuff. Squadron related stuff sounds weird to me so I just decided to keep is as Sentai.

2 class system that Tsumugi mentioned later seemed to be about the fact that there is a “legend” class Sentai Ranger. But to be fair, I’m not that familiar with Ranger thingy so do tell me if it’s not accurate.

Hiro:

…

Bartender:

Welcome.

Syu:

…Hmm?

Oh, isn’t it Hiro?

Hiro:

Syu-san you came here too.

Syu:

I guess. It’s just a place for me to enjoy sake alone.

Hiro:

Since you’re here, let me sit next to you.

Give me the same as him.

Bartender:

Certainly.

Syu:

You’re going to be crushed again like last time.

Hiro:

I’m going to be fine today!

Well then, cheers.

Syu:

Cheers.

Hiro:

So how’s your condition lately?

Syu:

Not bad. The performances are as exciting as usual.

Are you still busy?

There’s rumor on the streets that you got the lead role for a drama.

Hiro:

Thanks to you. Well, just recently I only have one paragraph on each of the drama shooting, but my schedule’s packed with a lot of things now.

Syu:

As expected of Mr. Popular Actor.

Hiro:

…Anyway, there’s also an interesting-looking job coming in.

Syu:

You’re making such a nasty look.

Director:

Alright, I’ve loaded all the luggage.

Other Troupe’s Member:

Thank you so much for today.

Sorry to make you do chores like carrying our luggage too.

Director:

It’s fine, you always help us too.

Other Troupe’s Member:

Thank you.

Then, see you again!

Director:

Yes! Thank you for your hard work.

(Alright, I guess I can go home now.)

Igawa:

…

Director:

Eh? The person walking over there is…

Igawa-san!

Igawa:

Ah, Tachibana-san.

Good afternoon.

Director:

Good afternoon. Are you going back to work now?

Igawa:

Actually, there’s a drama shooting nearby.

It just finished; I’m going to the parking lot to pick up my car now so I can send Tenma-kun back.

Director:

I see. Tenma-kun, does he still have work after this?

Igawa:

No, that’s all for today.

Director:

If that’s the case--

Tenma:

That Igawa, he’s very slow…

Director:

Tenma-kun, I’m here to fetch you!

Tenma:

Director!? Why are you here…

Director:

I happened to be helping an acquaintance nearby.

I had to carry some luggage so I brought the car with me…

When I was about to go back, I bumped into Igawa-san.

We’re going back to the same place anyway, so I thought it would be more efficient for me to send you back instead.

Tenma:

… I see.

Director:

Yep, so climb in.

Tenma:

Well… There’s no other choice.

Listen, I’m going to be in the car with you so make sure you drive safely.

Director:

Of course! Then, let’s go.

Director:

We’re home.

Tenma:

We’re home.

Manager:

Welcome back!

Ah, the two of you are late~

Tenma:

Ha? What do you mean, do we have any appointment today…?

Hiro:

Sorry to disturb you.

Tenma:

Director:

Hiro-san!?

Tenma:

Why are you here…

Manager:

Eh? Didn’t I tell you that Hiro-san will be coming?

Director:

Never heard of it!

Manager:

Sorry, most probably I just forgot to tell you~

Director:

Ah! It’s too late to tell me now.

Hiro:

Damn, pull yourself together, Isuke.

Manager:

Well~ It was careless of me.

Excuse me.

Director:

Hiro-san, really sorry to make you wait.

Hiro:

It’s fine, I didn’t wait long so don’t worry.

… Tenma too, it’s been a while.

Tenma:

…Yeah. Hiro-san too, you look great.

Hiro:

Thanks to you.

I came here to request for one thing today.

Director:

A request?

Hiro:

Yeah, actually--

Tsumugi:

A hero show, is it?

Director:

Yeah, it’s a request from Hiro-san…

This is the flyer that I received.

Tenma:

It’s an event where heroes from generations gather, among the activities, the highlight seems to be an original Sentai Hero stage by Hiro-san.

Tsumugi:

Hee, it’s a 2-class system.

Director:

Then, Hiro-san who will appear as the “Legend” requires supporting actors to strengthen the atmosphere around— thus he requested for actors from MANKAI company to appear as well.

Banri:

I see.

Director:

He’s a famous actor so, we would be able to create some buzz by co-starring in the hero show with Hiro-san who has experience appearing with special effects…

I thought it would be a good opportunity to expand the customer base too, towards the small children and their parents.

Tsumugi:

A hero show… I guess it’s not an impossible request.

Banri:

Why not. It sounds fun too?

Sakuya:

I also agree!

Director:

I’m glad.

Alright then, I want to select the performers for the show, but…

For Tenma-kun, Hiro-san had nominated him so his appearance has already been confirmed. It already passed his agency too.

Banri:

Co-starring with another popular actor huh.

Sakuya:

Similar to that previous drama.

Tenma:

I was a burden during the drama that time.

This time, I’m going to recover my reputation.

But, I’ve never seen a Sentai Hero-related show.

I did appear as a guest in a Rider series before, but…

Banri:

Is there anyone who likes hero stuff here?

I’ll listen in too, seems like an easy thing to do.

Tsumugi:

…

If that’s the case, there’s someone that I want to recommend…

Director:

Director:

So that’s about it, let’s start our meeting for the hero show promptly.

The co-star this time will be the people gathered here, Tenma-kun, Tasuku-san, Masumi-kun, Banri-kun, Omi-kun, Homare-san. These 6 people.

I also have Tsuzuru-kun, who will be in charge of the script, here today.

Tsuzuru:

Pleased to work with you.

Director:

By the way, Tasuku-san really has a very strong recommendation from Tsumugi-san!

Omi:

Recommendation?

Tasuku:

What do you mean by that?

Masumi:

It seems that the actual person doesn’t even know about it.

Banri:

Tasuku-san used to roleplay Sentai Hero with his brother in the past.

Tenma:

Surely, he can lend you his knowledge… that’s what he said.

Tasuku:

That guy, he’s saying something unnecessary again…

That was so long ago.

It’s true that I used to play like that when I was a kid, but it’s not like I’m actually a Sentai-otaku.

Tenma:

Is it?

Tasuku:

But I guess, if we’re going to do it, I’m going to do my best to be of help.

Homare:

Oh, so reliable!

I’ll depend on you!

Omi:

So, the script will be written by Tsuzuru.

Tsuzuru:

Yeah. I really liked Sentai Hero when I was small too.

So, I am very happy to be able to write a script for one.

Director:

What kind of story will it be, I’m looking forward to it.

Tsuzuru:

If we’re talking about Sentai, I guess it has to be color-coded character right.

Director:

Before you start on the script, why not we discussed it with everyone.

By the way, the management really hopes that Hiro-san will be playing as the legend-role, “White”.

Tasuku:

White? It’s a rare color even in Sentai.

Omi:

Well, maybe they really want to show off the legend feel.

Banri:

If Hiro-san is white, why don’t we have a black one for ours.

Tsuzuru:

That’s true… Since, I’m writing an original script…

Maybe we can turn around the entire colour scheme, we can open up the possibility of everyone having a rare colour.

Director:

I see, that sounds interesting too.

Homare:

Hmm… Then, how about silver?

Tenma:

If that’s the case, the next one will be… gold?

Tasuku:

Don’t just completely ignore the colour concept of Sentai…

Director:

Well well, there’s a chance that we have to wait for Hiro-san’s approval too.

Masumi:

…

Director:

How about you, Masumi-kun?

Is there a colour you want to be?

Masumi:

How about you?

Director:

Eh?

Masumi:

The colour you want to be is yellow maybe?

Director:

No no, I won’t even make an appearance you know?

Omi:

But why yellow?

Banri:

Normally, it would be pink isn’t it?

Masumi:

Because it’s the curry colour.

Tenma:

It’s like that!

Director:

Curry-coloured yellow warrior…!

That sounds great!

Tsuzuru:

So, you’re not really against the idea.

Tasuku:

Don’t be happy because of that.

Director:

Alright, then I guess we decided on the colour scheme and the individual colours for now.

So for the arrangement, Tenma-kun will be Red…

Omi:

Black is Tasuku-san, Gold is Banri, Silver is Homare-san.

Homare:

Then, the enemy boss character will be Omi-kun, and the boss underling will be Masumi-kun.

Tasuku:

Really, I don’t understand this colour scheme at all.

Tsuzuru:

I said it myself but, I guess we really ended up changing the colours a lot.

Tenma:

Will it become a problem for the script?

Tsuzuru:

I think it should not be a problem, I feel that I should be able to get an approval from the management side and Hyuuga-san.

Director:

Well, anyway if they reject the idea we can always rethink it, it’s going to be fine!

Banri:

Director-chan, your positivity is a mystery.

Masumi:

I like that side of yours too…

Hiro:

Then, let’s start our practice.

Banri:

Yes.

Omi:

Pleased to work with you.

Director:

(Anyway… For them to leave the character colours as they are.

I didn’t expect everything to go that smoothly, I’m a bit wary now…)

Hiro:

Tenma, you should move a bit more forward here.

The gesture too, it’s fine to make a bigger movement.

Tenma:

Understood. Like this?

Hiro:

Yeah, right. I’ll be your action opponent, so let’s try that line again from the beginning.

Then, following this line--

Director:

(There’s also the fact that Tenma-kun will be playing Red, but Hiro-san seemed to be very passionate about his instruction.

This exchange between the previous and current leader…

Somehow, I feel the warmth in my chest.)

Hiro:

Let’s end here for today.

Tasuku:

Thank you very much.

Homare:

Good work today.

Director:

Hiro-san, so how’s everything?

Hiro:

As for the current situation, it’s not particularly good, but it’s not bad either.

I think everyone will get better with more practice, but…

Rather than me teaching how to do it, there’s a quicker method to learn.

Director:

Masumi:

…Is this the theatre?

Banri:

Seems so.

Omi:

But, Hiro-san’s method to quickly learn ends up being experiencing the actual hero show performance.

Tasuku:

It’s true that it’s easier to see the image and feel the atmosphere around, it seems that there’s going to be a lot to learn.

Director:

Hiro-san couldn’t come because he has another job, but it seemed that he had talked directly with the theatre.

It’s going to be the theatre where we will do our actual event performance so it will serve as venue tour as well.

Tenma:

I see.

Director:

Since Hiro-san has made all the arrangements for us, let’s try to enjoy today!

Homare:

The seats are… over here.

Director:

I’m getting really excited now~

Tenma:

Well, who actually enjoyed a show more than Director.

Banri:

The tension’s really rising up.

Director:

Ahaha, it really feels like I’m back to my childhood.

This kind of nostalgic thing has such a lighthearted feel to it.

Masumi:

That side of you is very cute too.

Omi:

It seems that the Hero will be passing by this aisle later to give high five to everyone.

Tasuku:

Hee…

Tenma:

Oh, it’s starting.

Monster:

So impudent…!

But, how about this! Haaaa!

Blue:

What!? Th, this technique is…!

Green:

Ugh… Arrrghhhhh!

Child A:

Blue! Green!!

Child B:

Hang in there!

Monster:

Hahahahaha! How’s that!

Red:

We’re going to be wiped out this way…

Everyone! Please lend us, Wolf Ranger, your power!

Children:

Go!!

Director:

Haa, that was fun~!

Tasuku:

It’s worth seeing.

Masumi:

You look cute when you’re enjoying yourself.

Homare:

Me too, I managed to high five the hero!

Omi:

The action was great too.

Director:

I’m glad that we’re able to understand the hero show atmosphere better too.

We should be able to progress with practice this way!

Banri:

Eh, by the way, where’s Tenma?

Homare:

Oh? I thought he was beside me just a while ago.

Tasuku:

He’s missing.

Director:

Maybe, he’s lost…?

Masumi:

Usually, you can’t do that in such a short amount of time.

Banri:

Damn, he never change.

I’ll just contact him using LIME in the meantime.

Tasuku:

I’ll look around while I buy some drinks.

Banri:

Ah, then I’ll get coffee.

Masumi:

Water.

Homare:

Straight tea please.

Tasuku:

Geez…

Tasuku:

…I guess that’s it for the drinks.

(But really, where did Sumeragi go.)

*bump*

Small Child:

…

Tasuku:

(I thought I bumped into something with my leg, but… a child?)

Small Child:

Uh…

Tasuku:

(A person who looks like his mom around here… doesn’t seem to exist.

This is maybe…)

…What happened? Where’s your mom?

Small Child:

She’s gone… She went somewhere…

Tasuku:

(As I thought… A lost child huh.)

Small Child:

Mom… Sniff…

Tasuku:

…Don’t cry. You’re a boy right?

We can look for her together.

Small Child:

Big brother… Thank you.

Tasuku:

What’s your name?

Shouta:

…Shouta.

Tasuku:

Shouta, I see.

Shouta:

How about big brother…?

Tasuku:

It’s Tasuku.

Shouta:

Big brother Tasuku…

Tasuku:

…Hey.

Shouta:

Tasuku:

You’re going to be lost again.

Your hand, give it to me.

Shouta:

…Yeah!

Tasuku:

First of all, I guess I have to get back to those guys.

Shouta:

…

Tasuku:

(This kind of thing, if it’s Tsumugi he would do it much better than me…

I can’t get used to kids and I don’t know how to handle them.)

…

(I didn’t realize it before but… That thing Shouta’s wearing on his clothes, is it a can badge? Also, I think that’s…)

That can badge, it’s Wolf Ranger right.

Shouta:

…Big brother, you know about it?

Tasuku:

I guess.

I just finished watching the show earlier.

Shouta:

Me too!

Wolf Ranger, they’re so cool!

Wolf Ranger you know, they’re so strong.

Even when the monster appeared, he will blow them away with his Super Kick!

Tasuku:

Ah, the jump kick, it was cool.

Shouta:

Yes! Then when the ranger awakened his power, he will enter Hyper Mode!

Tasuku:

Ah… There’s that too.

Tenma:

Damn… Where did those guys go…

Tasuku:

Oi, Sumeragi.

Tenma:

Tasuku-san! So you’re here.

I wonder where you went.

Tasuku:

That’s supposed to be my line isn’t it.

Tenma:

Uh… I, I was just distracted by the poster a bit.

Shouta:

…

Tenma:

Hmm? This kid is…

Tasuku:

He’s the same as you. A lost child.

For the time being, let’s just go and join the others.

Tenma:

I, I wasn’t lost at all!

Banri:

Oh, Tasuku-san is back.

Homare:

Oh, it seems that Tenma-kun is with him too.

Director:

I’m glad! You can join us again safely… Eh, that, who’s that child?

Shouta:

…

Tasuku:

I met him on the way. He seemed to be lost.

Omi:

I see.

Masumi:

…Isn’t it fine if we just bring him to the lost child center.

Homare:

You’re right.

Shouta:

I… I want to be with big brother Tasuku.

Banri:

Hee, he seemed to want to stick with Tasuku-san.

Director:

He seemed so attached to you already.

You really get along well for such a short period of time~

Homare:

A combination of Tasuku and a small child, it’s such a fresh view.

Masumi:

…You’ll be mistaken as a kidnapper.

Tasuku:

Oi, who is.

Omi:

If that’s the case, maybe it’s better for us to look for this child’s mother.

Director:

You’re right. For the time being, let’s try to call the lost child center…

Mother:

…Shouta!

Shouta:

Ah! Mom!

Tasuku:

Mother:

I’m glad…!

Homare:

Oh, it seems to be Shouta-kun’s mother.

Omi:

It’s great that they find each other quickly.

Mother:

I’m sorry for the inconvenience…

Shouta:

Those big brothers stayed with me!

Mother:

I see, you’re right.

Thank you so much, really.

Tasuku:

It’s nothing, I’m glad that you can safely meet each other again.

Mother:

Hey, Shouta, you should say your gratitude too.

Shouta:

Big brother, big sister… Thank you.

Big brother Tasuku too…

Let’s talk about Wolf Ranger again?

Tasuku:

Yeah, of course.

Homare:

Oh, Shouta-kun likes hero is it.

Mother:

Yeah. He often founds himself walking towards different hero shows, he’s a big fan…

Director:

If that’s the case..!

Excuse me, if you would like to, please take this flyer!

Mother:

A hero show event…

It will be held in this venue right.

Director:

Yeah! Actually, we are members from a theatre group called MANKAI company.

We will be making an appearance for the hero show in the upcoming event.

If it’s possible, please come along to watch with Shouta-kun.

Mother:

Thank you so much..!

Shouta-kun will be really delighted too, I’m sure he would want to visit.

So, everyone over here are members of the theatre troupe.

Tenma:

You’re right.

Mother:

…Huh, eh!?

Are you possibly, Sumeragi Tenma-kun!?

Tenma:

Nice to meet you.

Mother:

I didn’t realize at all…!

Banri:

Well, if you suddenly see a famous actor right in front of your eyes, of course you’ll be surprised.

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! translation #sumeragi tenma #banri settsu #tasuku takato #arisugawa homare #minagi tsuzuru #fushimi omi #hyuuga hiro #masumi usui #a3! event

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randomrosewrites · 4 years

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H. A. W. K. S.

“There’s a certain kind of pain that follows denying your pleasures in life.”

A brief abstract piece on Hawks as a character.

Words: 2179

Rating: Mature

Read it on ao3

// Possible manga spoilers. No events in the manga are mentioned outright, but some things and aspects of Hawk’s past are alluded to.

Warnings: Blood + killing mention.

Enjoy.

H. A. W. K. S.

Act 1: Heights.

It’s raining tonight.

He’s always liked the rain. Maybe it made sense, with his quirk and all, but something about water streaming from the heavens soothed him.

He’s crouched on an arm of a crane, at the top right where the hook hangs 50 meters below him. His wings are hunched up, rain cascading down them like they’re made of glass, his coat and hair are lightly misted with a thin layer of water. Cupped between his gloved hands is a room-temperature can of instant coffee. He takes sips from it whenever he remembers to.

It’s a quiet night on patrol. The city has, graciously, decided it was going to be quiet for the night. He gazes out over the world, city lights flaring against the plastic of his visor. He pushes it up onto his hair. Rubs his eyes. Blinks. Drinks some coffee.

Nights like these were what he - in theory - enjoyed. Quiet. Serene. No one around to disturb or ask him anything. Perched at the top of the world, weightless and free.

But every time those graveyard shifts rolled around, without fail, an extreme sense of disappointment settled in.

He knows he should be happy. He should be savoring the precious moments of peace whenever he could, as they were such a rarity. But he couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness, a hole where he was expecting joy to fill it. Instead of feeling free, he just felt tethered to the ground, an invisible chain wrapped around his ankle.

He stares up in the air, being met with pitch blackness. He can’t tell the difference between cloud and sky.

Being alone meant there was...nothing. Nothing to do. No one to talk to. Nothing he had to be. He didn’t have to be anything - no one but himself.

Himself… who even is that person, if they even exist? The line between his hero persona and who he truly is blurs with every passing day that now he thinks - fears - there’s no difference. It’s just one blur, like the clouds in the night sky.

After the curtains shut (if they ever shut at all…) and he takes his final bow as Hawks, who is he?

He gazes out over the city, burying the multitude of thoughts he doesn’t have answers for far away from his mind.

Act 2: Apathy.

He never wanted to be in the top ten. But as most things in his life, fate had a different plan for him.

He doesn’t understand why he’s so popular. Ok, well, that’s a lie, he does partly. But he doesn’t understand what makes him good enough for the top of the pyramid. He’s not like All-might or Endeavor, who became famous for their pure strength. His wings are powerful, sure, but not that powerful.

If he had to take a guess, he’d bet the appearance of his feathered appendages were a big contributor to his fame. That and a mix between his speech and his looks (don’t even ASK him what his fans see in him, he has no idea. ) But in the end, the why isn’t important, but how he handles that fame.

He smiles politely at the people crowded around him. Sign this for him. Nod at that person. Take a photo with her. Thank this person. Laugh at this one’s joke. Let the kids tug on his wings. It’s all standard stuff he’s been trained to know how to do. Simple.

The hardest part is figuring out what people want. How much effort to invest in the conversations, how much he has to smile to make them satisfied, but not enough for them to get too confident. People and their emotions are easy things to figure out. It’s a formula. A pattern. Once you know what they like, it’s just a matter of providing that euphoria again and again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a person who wriggles through the crowd, coming close to him. They appear nervous, maybe hopeful, wringing their hands out in front of them.

“Excuse me?” They ask.

Hawks finishes up signing something for a kid and turns to them.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I…” As they pause, Hawk’s eyes trail lower. A red feathered charm hangs from a metal chain around their neck, resembling the feathers on his back.

He recognizes it. It’s one of his merch products from the latest jewelry line that came out. He showed it off in a recent photo shoot he did. The necklaces have been very popular, from what he’s heard.

The fan clears their throat and finds their voice. “I just wanted to say thank you for all that you do. I love you so much and I think you’re amazing.”

A confession? He feels like laughing. Wow. It’s not the first time he’s had one of those, and it certainly won’t be the last.

He smiles good-naturedly at them. “Thanks! I’m grateful for all the support my fans give me.”

They flush, just happy to be able to talk to him. He wishes he could feel bad. Or feel anything for all these people fawning over him.

But he doesn’t. He feels nothing.

You don’t love me, he thinks, you love the idea of me.

Act 3: Wings.

“What a great quirk you have! I bet you’ll be able to become a super-strong hero with it!”

“You’re so lucky to have a powerful quirk!”

“I’m so jealous of you!”

“Wow...look at them!”

...things like that were what people told him all the time as a kid. How lucky he was, how blessed he was, blah blah blah.

He’s lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling of his apartment. He’s shooed most of the feathers out of his wings, leaving just little whisps on his back. It’s still a bit uncomfortable and feels a tad annoying when they press against the sheets of his bed, but he doesn’t mind. Sometimes that ache is good.

The rest of his feathers flit about the room. Some stick to the walls or ceilings, others hover around, suspended in midair. A few zoom around, disturbing the others, but most just kinda lay around.

Mighty wings. That’s the name they gave his quirk. A more accurate term would be mighty feathers, but it’s not like he cares about the technicalities.

He rubs a dead one between his fingers. The barbs are frayed and the edges are bunched together.

It was always his quirk that got him attention. It was always the wings that people noticed and remembered - not the man who controlled them. Without them, would anyone even recognize him? Or was he just a pretty face that went along with them?

He glares at the feather in hand, crushing it carelessly between his fingers. The crack of the stem as it breaks echoes through the room.

So yes, what a great quirk he was born with! It was so good, they decided his life for him.

Act 4: Kill.

His wings always felt heavier when wet. Sadly, he found out it didn’t need to always be because of water. Blood also weighed them down.

It was his first time in a mock battle. Back when he was...7...8? Something like that.

Well, anyway, he’d been up against an opponent that was a lot stronger than he was in terms of physical strength. It wasn’t an important fight, it was just a casual sparing match. But they’d both fought like their lives were at stake. At the time, his feathers weren’t as strong or large as they are now, so he didn’t have much to work with.

During some point in the fight, though, he remembers getting a nice cut on his opponent. Right along the arm on the meaty part of the tricep. The feather jerked through the skin, cutting a jagged, wobbly line into the muscle.

When he felt it, he shivered.

Afterwards, he cleaned himself up in the bathroom, washing away his own blood from the cuts and scrapes he gained. When it came time to do his feathers, he’d thrown away the bloodied one, taking an hour to carefully preen and scrub the rest of his dirtied feathers.

Back then, it felt easy to get the blood off of him.

Now, things are much different.

How long do you have to wash your hands before the blood goes away entirely? He ponders to himself one night. Does it really ever go away? Or does some of it stay behind permanently in microscopic percentages?

He stands over his sink, shoulders hunched, head hanging. The faucet is on, sending a gush of water down the sink. Wasteful, he chastises himself.

Blood trickles from his nose in slow, steady drops, twirling down the drain. He’d gotten careless, a bit too sloppy, and the consequence had been him landing face-first into the ground. It wasn’t broken, thankfully, it just hurt like hell.

He stares at his hands, gripping the edges of the sink. They’re spotless - not a drop of blood or a spec of dirt on them. He’d worn gloves after all. It made cleanup easier.

The wings on his back twitch. They’re red. Even though he can tell when there’s blood on them (it’s always just a bit darker) who knows for certain if they’re entirely clean? Maybe the blood just stains them, slowly changing the colour of them, layer by layer.

He stands there for a minute, before pumping a few squirts of soap into his hands, and viciously scrubbing them together.

No guilt. Just the need to be clean. Though he knows that it’s pointless to think he’ll ever be it.

Act 5: Sorrow.

There’s a certain kind of pain that follows denying your pleasures in life. It’s not a sharp pain but a slow scrape, like someone is tearing your heart apart tissue by tissue, leaving behind nothing but a cold pit. It creeps up on you, seeping into your body, sucking the life out of you.

Most people hated Mondays. They're the first day of the business week, always the hardest to come back from after celebrating the weekend. For Hawks, it’s always the opposite. Fridays are the hardest for him.

All around him, he sees people living their lives. Excited students going for karaoke, exhausted business owners going for a relaxing night in, clusters of friend groups going out to eat at a restaurant.

Everyone is having fun, they’re existing, relishing in the pleasures of life.

But for Hawks, those weren’t things he could take part in. He’s always busy, tied up with one thing or another that the higher ups needed to be done. An endless, to-do-list that only lengthens the faster he tries to go.

Sometimes he wants to scream. Or cry. Or slam his fists into the ground. Rip his throat raw until he can't speak. He felt the need to do something to ground himself, something to treasure himself that he was alive. Because half of the time, he feels like he’s not really living.

Every day is the same. Different day, sure, and different tasks, but the same routine. Like a loop. He gets up, works, goes to bed exhausted, wakes up exhausted, and repeat.

Over and over and over.

And what is the point of it all? He’s only...what, twenty-two? And yet, he feels like he’s lived enough for a lifetime and not long enough simultaneously.

He wants to go out and see the world. He wants to curl back up in bed and sleep for a solid three months. How can two oxymorons both be true?

He tears his gaze away from the window and the people walking in the streets of Tokyo, shutting the blinds and taking a seat at his desk.

Even on his darkest days, even when he feels like he can’t handle being himself for another second, he always calms down. Without fail, he always picks himself back up, piece by broken piece, and looks forward to the future.

It’s the only thing he can do.

H. A. W. K. S.

He’s barreling forward in life, flying faster than his wings can take him.

One of these days, he’s going to trip and fall. Maybe he’ll slip further than he can catch his mistakes, or maybe he’ll reach his nonexistent limit and throw in the towel, but inevitably, one of these days he’s going to come down.

“Hawks.” A woman in a plain black suit and dark sunglasses says to him. “The meeting is starting now. Are you fully prepared?”

When that does happen, there’s no doubt it’ll be painful and ugly and hurt like all hell. He’ll fall through the sky, crashing and burning, hurtling towards the ground where he’ll collapse in a trembling, pathetic mess.

But until that point, he’ll keep flying on. Because it’s the only thing he knows how to do.

He smiles, ready to compromise himself over and over again.

“Yup.”

Hawks. A man who’s too fast for his own good.

#hawks #bnha #keigo takami #its not exactly the most cannon hawks imo but ehh #hes hard to write for #writing #my writing #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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marinaaniseed · 4 years

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Dark ‘n’ Stormy, Pt. 11

Summary: It’s the day after the stuffing chapter. New Asgard decides which system of government it wants. Not much smut, an awful lot of politics.

Length: 6.9k. A more sensible person than me might try to edit this down, but honestly, I feel like you’d all be horribly disappointed if I didn’t write all the words.

Warnings: Eh the usual. Kinky food stuff, smut, drinking, swearing, mental health wonkiness, Asgardian politics, body shaming, intrusive media, social media shittiness, uncomfortable family relationships, mentions of starting a family, mentions of dead characters, smutty pictures, some ridiculously long speeches that might give you feels. I think that’s it.

Notes: This chapter, quite literally, took months to write. Apologies, therefore, if it’s a bit disjointed or I contradict myself. This bad boy is now over 50k in total (!) It took a while, because I couldn’t quite decide how I wanted it to go. Also, writing a story a day for the entire year is quite time consuming and a really fucking terrible idea. Typos and errors are all my own but please alert me to anything spectacularly bad so I can fix. I’ve not given this any distance, so I am hella word-blind.

Also, one of you gets a mention :P

Need a reminder of what’s happened? Pt. 10 & the masterlist.

If you like what I do, please let me know.

It wasn’t the cockerels crowing that woke you, but the dogs excitedly greeting someone.

“Whuh time issit?” you mumbled into Thor’s hair, your hand resting on his still full tummy as you spooned the sleepy Thunder God.

“Too early.”

He wasn’t wrong. Groggily you pulled yourself away, rummaging around for something to throw on so you could investigate who your visitor was.

Opening the bedroom door, you spied the Valkyrie crouched down by the settee, rubbing Geri’s tummy.

“Why?” you asked, not really awake enough to form a proper question.

“Why what?” Valkyrie responded, continuing to fuss the dog at her feet.

“Why are you here? Now? At this godforsaken time?”

“Has Thor forsaken this time in particular?”

Your glare said it all.

“I jest, sorry. Have you been online? Checked your phone? Seen or heard the news?”

“For fuck’s sake, Brunnhilde,” you said, startling the dogs and finally rousing Thor, “I’ve literally just gotten up. Because of you. When would I have done any of that? And why does it matter?”

“I’ll make the coffee, you go get Thor.”

You’d barely turned and taken a step, when you collided with the solid mass that was your lover.

“What’s wrong? Why is the Valkyrie here?” he asked, holding you to his stomach.

“Not a fucking clue.”

You weren’t exactly a morning person. Even less so after a few cocktails, and when your awakening had been rude. Not the good kind of rude, either. Thor knew, from prior experience, that waking you unexpectedly was like deciding to disturb a wasp’s nest. Nothing good would come of it and it wasn’t something you’d likely repeat in a hurry. You were a surly, venomous grump, sure to sting whatever had disturbed you.

Either Brunnhilde was more foolhardy than he thought, or something was seriously wrong.

Brunnhilde returned to find you slouched on the settee, buried in Thor’s hoodie with the hood pulled up and over, almost to the point of covering your eyes, in a vain attempt at ignoring the world. The steaming mug of caffeine placed on the table next to you was met with a snort of derision, and it was with no small amount of trepidation that Thor sat next to you, before pulling you onto his lap. Maybe whatever had brought the Valkyrie would concern only him, and you could doze off against his chest.

“Did you enjoy your pizza last night?” Brunnhilde asked, breaking the frosty silence.

“Yes,” Thor smiled at the memory. “How did you know we had pizza?”

“That’s what brought me here. I’m sorry it’s so early.”

Why would pizza have brought her here, Thor wondered. Did she need a recipe? Did she have some left over? Was she planning to open a pizza place in New Asgard?

“Someone… someone, erm, they snapped some pictures of you. The two of you. In the restaurant. They must’ve recognised you.”

“So?” Thor queried softly, hoping that you had begun to return to sleep in his arms.

“Well, they sold them to some media people. You’re, erm, trending on Twitter. I wanted to tell you before you saw for yourselves, some of the reporting is… unflattering.”

Yeah. Thor could already picture it. Being fat and in the public eye was just a magnet for the worst kind of people.

“If they’ve worked out who Y/N is, it’s not been published yet, but it’s only a matter of time,” Brunnhilde continued.

“Ah, balls,” you said, finally joining the conversation.

“Indeed. A few months back, I asked some friends to do some digging on you. Don’t be alarmed, I just wanted to be prepared for the time when it eventually emerged that you and Thor were together. I didn’t find anything to be worried about in what they found on you, but I understand that there may be things that you’d prefer to stay private. The silence of those involved can be arranged, if you wish.”

There were certainly things in your past that you weren’t exactly proud of. You probably should’ve realised that you couldn’t stay under the radar forever.

“No, it’s ok. Don’t waste your resources, or those of your friends. I’ve been alive long enough to know that if the tabloid press thinks there’s a story, they’ll dig it up somehow. Or just make one up. I’ve done what I’ve done, and that’s the end of that. Anyone commenting on my life probably has stuff they’d rather keep secret,” you answered with a sigh.

“Very well. Do you want to read the dossier?”

“No, no. I’m sure it’s very thorough and accurate. Thor, do you want to read it?”

“Anything you wish to tell me about your past, you can tell me about yourself,” he answered, running his fingers through your hair. “Whatever you have done, it’s of no consequence. You’re here now, that’s all that matters. Some youthful follies could not reverse my love for you.”

You nuzzled your face into his chest hair to hide the tears you could feel beginning to sting your eyes.

“Is that all, Brunnhilde? May we return to bed?” Thor said.

“Yes, of course. Apologies once again for disturbing you. I just wanted you to hear it from a friend before you heard it elsewhere.”

You were fast asleep again by the time Thor gently laid you back on the bed. You must’ve been warm in his hoodie, the early rays of sunshine beginning to seep into the bedroom, but he didn’t want to disturb you. His mind was all over the place, so he decided to check the news on your tablet while you were tucked into his side.

Thor’s Hammered!

King of Ass-gard

Pizza Gut - Avenger destroys pizza buffet

Thor quickly put the tablet back down. It stung to read the words they wrote about him, but even worse was what they wrote about you. They didn’t know you, why did they get to judge you, speculate about who you were and why you were with him? You were just another name on the long list of loved ones he wasn’t able to protect.

Gingerly removing himself from your side, relieved when he didn’t wake you, Thor decided to sit back on the settee, letting Loki slither over him. The snake wasn’t as helpful as his brother, but he found it calming anyway.

15 minutes later, the sound of a message being received made him jump. Unlocking his old phone, he saw it was a message from Brunnhilde.

I know you said you didn’t want to know about Y/N’s past, but I think you might find this interesting…

There were several links at the bottom of the message. Thor didn’t want to pry, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t help but be curious as to what was that important that Brunnhilde had felt the need to send him a link.

Moving as quietly as he could, he returned to the bedroom to grab the tablet, before settling back down to see what had been sent.

Typing the address was a torturous process, his fingers weren’t quite dexterous enough to easily manipulate Midgardian devices, although he was becoming more careful with them. Still, he nearly dropped the tablet when he saw where the link took him to.

It was a gallery of pictures. Pictures of you, to be exact. You weren’t naked but it was obvious that these weren’t the kind of pictures you shared with friends or family. He’d heard about these kinds of sites, adult sites they were called. The model had a different name, but it was definitely you. No doubt about it.

Pictures of you in corsets that pushed up your breasts and cinched in your waist. Pictures of you with chokers around your throat. Some pictures where you wore clothing made of a strange material that seemed to fit you like a second skin. Some more where you wore beautiful lingerie in vibrant colours, brilliant blues and vivid violets.

The pictures on the next link were a little different. Leather gloves, ball gags, handcuffs. Fishnet stockings and knee-high leather boots. Why had he never seen any of these outfits? Carefully gripping the tablet with one hand, he moved the other inside the waistband of his pants, rubbing at the head of his excited cock.

For a split second, he considered what Brunnhilde had thought of these pictures. Had she shown them to Sif? What if they’d both enjoyed them?

His cock grew harder at the thought.

And he knew he should feel a little ashamed. You hadn’t mentioned these pictures, so it probably wasn’t something you were proud of, but he couldn’t help but look, hope that others had looked, and seen just how sexy you were.

He didn’t really understand the third link. That seemed to be a niche site. You were barely visible, clad in rain gear, and wrapped in heavy duty tape to secure you to a post.

But, Brunnhilde really had saved the best until last.

Bound, gagged, blindfolded. Eyes wide in another as you looked at the woman stroking your hair as you sat tied to the chair. If he had to be king, he’d insist on having a throne, just so he could recreate that image with you. Only, in his version, you’d be wearing a lot less clothes, his face between your thighs, eating you out until the only thing keeping you upright were the ropes that held you in your place.

It was funny. He’d not really enjoyed being in chains, in a cage, when he’d encountered Surtur. But the thought of you being bound, held captive while he pleasured you in all the different ways he knew how. Now, that was something he liked the idea of.

Freeing his cock, he began to stroke in earnest, the images he’d just seen and images of what he’d like to do to you fuelling his desire. The harder he thought of them, the harder he got, and the harder he pumped his fist.

His orgasm was explosive, and Loki hissed at him angrily. Geri and Freki perked up their ears to see what the fuss was about. He knew he should move and clean himself but he was comfy, he was relaxed, he could rest here for a moment or two.

***

Evidently it was more than a moment or two when he awoke to the sound of pans clanging around in the kitchen. There’s no way you couldn’t have seen him, and there’s no way he could pretend it was anything else. He’d fallen asleep with his cock out, the evidence crusted onto his tummy.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he approached the kitchen with caution.

“Good morning, my love,” he tried.

“Good afternoon,” you corrected. “Dare I ask?” you said, looking at his gut pointedly.

Nothing good would come of lying, so he tried his best to explain the truth.

“Ah, well, what happened was, you see, Brunnhilde sent me an electronic letter with some links on my phone. So I looked at them on the tablet,” he explained.

“Brunnhilde sent you porn?”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean maybe? The links were to pictures of you.”

“Ah,” you said, understanding. “Brunnhilde’s friends found those.”

“I suppose so, yes.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed them. I enjoyed doing them.”

Thor doesn’t ask for an explanation, doesn’t press you, doesn’t tell you about his fantasies. You’ll tell him when you want to, if you want to. He’ll tell you when you’re not trying to cook avocado eggs Benedict.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he mumbles before walking off to the bathroom. He’s glad that you’re not angry or upset, but he’s still embarrassed that you caught him in that position.

The shower is cold, but not cold enough to cool him down from his thoughts. Thoughts of those photos, thoughts of last night, and thoughts of what he’d like to do with you in the future. He could probably roll around on Jötunheimr and still feel too hot.

He’s quiet during brunch, but you don’t press him. You just hold his hand, silently telling him that everything will be alright.

You’d briefly checked your phone before Thor had woken up. There were so many notifications, you were afraid it might crash, and you’d put it back down again. Today was an historic day for New Asgard, you didn’t want to overshadow it by worrying about what Twitter trolls had to say about you. It keeps buzzing on the table next to you, and you continue ignoring it.

“Are you going to check that?” Thor asked. “It might be something important.”

“I don’t really want to, I’m afraid of what I might see,” you said.

“I understand, but the longer you leave it, the worse it will be. Maybe just check if there is anything from your family. You don’t want it playing on your mind throughout the day.”

Thor’s right, and so with a resigned sigh, you picked up your phone and looked at your notifications, dismissing anything that wasn’t important.

A message from Sam on Skype that read I knew you had a thing for older men, didn’t realise you liked them THAT old ;-) now I know where you are, let me know when I can visit. Ignore the haters, they’re just jealous.

There was also an entire chain of emails from your mum, without a subject. She’d never quite gotten the hang of email.

Is this you/??>????? And then a link to a news website.

It is, isn’t it.

WHy didn’t you tell us. Where you were????

Your father is looking at flights.

He’s found some cheap ones with Ryanair, we’re coming over in a fortnight. Flying to Oslo. Charlie is coming too.

He can’t find anywhere to stay in New Asgard, are there no hotels????

Answer me.

“Ah, fuck,” you said, staring at down at your phone.

“What’s the matter?” Thor asked, worried that you’d seen something critical of you.

“My family knows where I am now, they’re coming to visit,” you mumbled. “In two weeks.”

“That’s wonderful news, I can’t wait to meet them,” Thor said, kissing your hand.

“Yeah,” you said doubtfully. You loved your family, but they could be tricky at times. They were hurt, of course, by your vagueness on the subject of your whereabouts. You already knew they were going to make some unintentionally hurtful comments, either about Thor, or about Alex, or both. They were also likely to do the same about you.

“Two weeks,” Thor mused, still enthusiastic about the prospect of meeting your family. “I think that gives me sufficient time to build a place for them to stay.”

It was lovely that he was excited by the prospect, but you groaned internally. Something told you that Thor was not going to have time for much if the vote went the way you thought it would.

“I’ll tell them we can accommodate them somewhere,” you said, firing off a quick email. “Now, let’s forget about this and focus on the task at hand. Brunnhilde wanted us there no later than two, that only gives us an hour.”

***

At 2:10 you arrived at the mead hall, Thor in his full regalia, you in the dress he’d gifted you for the May Day feast. Geri and Freki loping along behind you. You went to add the one remaining cake to the long table of food, while Brunnhilde intercepted Thor.

“Is everything alright, after this morning?” she asked him.

“Yes, I think so. Y/N is strong, although her family have elected to visit. That seems to have shaken her,” Thor sighed.

“It must be hard to face someone you thought was dead, even if you love them, once you’ve been through the grieving process,” Brunnhilde noted.

“It is.” Thor knows it’s hard, he went through it enough times with Loki, but he’d do anything to have his brother back. Or his mother, father.

There are flowers everywhere. Bouquets on tables, bunting hanging from the rafters, and people everywhere with flower crowns on their heads. Thor’s pleased with how well they’ve turned out. He makes a note to thank everyone involved, as well as to the plants for blooming so abundantly for him. There was something very satisfying about growing things and tending to them, becoming one with nature.

He’s not surprised when you return with a flower crown, plus one each around the dog’s necks. He doesn’t think they’ll last long, which is why he’d made sure to cultivate flowers that wouldn’t make the dogs sick when they inevitably tried to eat them. Thor particularly likes how you look with your flower crown. He’s seen you wear one before, of course, but they really do suit you. He hopes that if he has to be king, then perhaps one day you’ll wear a different kind of crown.

“Hello, Brunnhilde. Apologies for our lateness. I didn’t grab a crown for you but if Thor doesn’t want this one, I’m sure you can have it,” you offered, holding out the wreath.

“That’s quite alright, I’m not really one for crowns,” Valkyrie answered with a small shake of her head. “I’ll leave you two to mingle, just don’t be late for the vote announcement.”

“We won’t,” Thor assured her, knowing full well that they won’t start without him. “I fear this may not be the only crown I accept today,” he continues, taking the flowers from you and placing them on his head.

“I’m sorry,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll support you, no matter the outcome.”

Thor knows this, and he’s glad of it. He’s still not comfortable with being in charge, quite content with his life, building things, tending to the plants, and playing with his animals. But at least he doesn’t have to do it alone. After Loki died, he was so very alone. Korg and Miek were great, but there was something missing in his life, a much closer form of companionship that he’d finally found again.

“Let us mingle, I’m sure there are many children who will be glad to pet the dogs,” Thor said, looping his arm with yours at the elbow.

*** By the time it gets to the hour of the announcement, Geri and Freki have had their bellies rubbed by seemingly every child in New Asgard, much to their delight.

A little boy had brought you a small posy of flowers, and was extra pleased when Thor held him in his strong arms and let the child place the flowers in Thor’s beard. It’s very haphazard, and a little one-sided but Thor’s pleased with the end result, when you show him in your pocket mirror.

It makes him ache desperately to have a child - well, children - of his own. He thinks about what kind of uncle Loki would’ve been.

Hopefully he wouldn’t have stabbed them.

It’s too hot in the mead hall. Thor’s been trying to drink slowly, aware that he’s drinking out of nerves more than anything.

Dutch courage, you’d called it. Allegedly, Dutch soldiers had drunk jenever before going into battle. Thor considered that a little risky. Drinking was best done after battle, being clumsy while handling a weapon didn’t strike him as the best strategy. Then again, it seemed to work fine for Brunnhilde. It didn’t really happen to him, but supposed many people got nervous before a fight.

Thor knew you had a Dutch friend, a teacher. He wondered if they might bring jenever with them if they ever came to visit?

Bruce came over, crowds of Asgardians parting easily for his bulky frame.

“Hey buddy,” he said, hugging Thor. “Are you ready?”

“About as ready as I’ll ever be,” Thor answered. A few years ago, he’d thought he was ready. Had almost been crowned king.

He never thanked Loki for royally screwing that up. It was only now, with hindsight, that he could appreciate the favour his brother had inadvertently done him.

“It’s time,” Bruce told Thor, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Thor looks back at you, but you shake your head. This is an Asgardian matter. Your place is at the back with Geri and Freki, not onstage with Asgard’s elite.

“Do you know?” Thor asked Bruce, desperately.

“No Thor. Even if I did, I couldn’t tell you,” Bruce noted. “Whatever happens, you have people that care about you. It won’t be like it was before.”

Thor joins Valkyrie, Sif and several others onstage. Bruce waves his hands, dampening down the crowd that buzzes like a hornet’s nest. Despite all the assurances, this is still a volatile situation and Bruce says a silent prayer that everything works out for the best.

“Thank you all,” Bruce addressed the crowd. “Thank you for trusting in the process and for allowing us, as outside observers, to count all of your votes. No system will be perfect, but we hope that you will all respect the outcome, whatever it may be. It took three rounds of voting for an option to gain over 50% of the vote. I’ll now hand over to Captain America, who has the results.”

Bruce steps down, stands to the right hand side of the stage as Sam steps forward. Anticipation builds around the room, like static during a storm. Sif holds hands with both Thor and Valkyrie, holding in a breath as she waits to see which of the people she cares about most will draw the short straw of heading Asgard.

She fervently hopes that the people will have chosen another option, but she doubts it. Most Asgardians fell on one side of the divide or the other - traditionalists who wanted to continue the existing royal family, and those who felt that Brunnhilde was the best leader amongst those left.

“Thank you, Bruce,” Sam said, grateful that someone the Asgardians were familiar with had addressed them first. “The result is very close, but let me assure you, it is accurate. We counted every single ballot ten times, just to ensure there was no discrepancy. With 50.8% of the vote, the people of Asgard have chosen the option of an octarchy.”

The room erupted with people cheering, complaining, or otherwise chatting with people about what it all meant. Sam waited for the commotion to die down before continuing.”

“Furthermore, the proposed solution, as outlined within the election materials is that Thor, son of Odin.” Sam paused, Thor’s full title sounding odd coming out of his mouth, but that was what the piece of paper he was holding said. “Thor, son of Odin, shall rule as king, and head of state.”

Thor paled visibly and your heart went out to him, glad that Sif was holding his hand.

“Succession will be a matter of blood, as it has always been, unless Thor shall have no issue. In that event, the people of Asgard will once again convene to decide how they wish to be governed. Brunnhilde, of the Valkyrior, shall serve as his second in command. She will rule in his absence or if he is incapacitated, if Thor does not have an heir of legal age.”

Sam shook his head. He shouldn’t have let Bucky write the speech, he should’ve known his metal-armed partner would try to stitch him up with flowery Asgardian language. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Bucky smirking, standing next to Bruce. Sam makes a mental note to put on his suit later, pick Bucky up, and drop him in the North Sea.

“The other six members of the council will be chosen as follows. Thor, son of Odin, and Brunnhilde, of the Valkyrior, shall each choose one. Two more shall be elected by the people of Asgard. The final two shall be selected at random in a lottery of all citizens who have come of age. These positions shall be reviewed every ten years, unless circumstances, or the will of the people dictate otherwise.”

The place descends into chaos, even the dogs start barking at all the noise, and it only stops when the valkyrie gets to the front of the stage and lets out an ear-piercing screech. Everyone stops what they’re doing and looks at her, wincing.

“Settle down everyone, settle down,” she shouted. “I respect this result, just as I said I would, and I pledge to serve both Asgard and its king to the best of my ability, as long as I am able to do so. I would like to thank you for your trust and patience during the time in which I served as Asgard’s caretaker. I know that not all of you were happy with the situation, but I hope I served you well. There is one among us, who I would like to nominate for inclusion on the council. However, I am aware that some of you may feel it is a conflict of interests. As many of you are aware, the Lady Sif and I are in love. She is my nomination if you will accept her.”

Raucous applause erupts. Sif is well liked, and most people are pleased to have her helping to steer Asgard’s course, even if she’s a little too eager to head into battle at times.

“Very well, I thank you all for your trust,” the valkyrie continued. “While I have the floor, there is one more thing I wish to do. I was going to do it later, but I think now is best, to declare my love in front of all those I serve.”

This time it’s Sif’s turn to go pale, as the Valkyrie sinks to her knees, turning back to Sif.

“Lady Sif,” Brunnhilde began. “I have lived long and travelled far, and there is no beauty that can compare to yours. Your love shines brighter than any star, and I am a better person for you sharing it with me. I have no title or riches to give you. This is but a small trinket, for I have already given you the greatest gift I have to give, which is my heart. I would be honoured if you would accept this ring as a token of my love, as is the custom on much of Midgard, and agree to be my wife.”

Sif is openly sobbing, and Thor’s not sure he’s ever seen her cry before. Scores more around the room wipe away tears as Sif slowly moves forward, allowing the Valkyrie to slip the ring onto her finger. Once it’s in place, Sif takes Brunnhilde’s hands and pulls her up, embracing her tightly and kissing her fiercely to a chorus of cheers.

It’s a wonderful sight, and you’re glad that there’s something for Asgard to celebrate, even if the vote didn’t go everyone’s way. Your throat goes dry as Thor nervously makes his way to the front of the stage to speak.

“Hello everyone. Apologies if I seem nervous, it has been many years since I last addressed so many,” he said, fiddling with the hem of his cloak. It’s far too hot to be wearing it, but he’d insisted that this was an important occasion and that he should dress accordingly.

“My congratulations to the Lady Sif and the Lady Brunnhilde. Theirs is an excellent union, and I wish them an eternity of happiness together.”

Thor waits until the cheering dies down before continuing.

“I, too, respect and honour the results of this vote. No man can outrun his destiny, and it seems mine will always be to rule Asgard as its king, even though I feel ill-equipped to do so. Fate apparently wills it so. I have not led Asgard well these last few years, and I apologise for that from the bottom of my heart. I have been remiss in my duties. I know that some of you do not trust that I have changed, but I give you my solemn word that I have. That I will act for the good of Asgard, and the other eight realms, as long as there is life in my breast.”

The entire room draws a collective gasp as Thor sinks to one knee. Panic sets in. This can’t be happening. Surely he’s not about to propose as well?

“I kneel before you, as your humble servant,” Thor continued, and you sighed in relief. “Too long, the people of Asgard have knelt before the throne. No more. I kneel before you all, and ask for your forgiveness. I am not the man I was, but I hope with time, that I will become someone better, someone worthy of the position that I find myself in.

“Asgard is not a place, it is a people. My father told me that, and I see now how true it is. I thank each and every one of you for trusting and believing in Asgard, in each other, when I did not trust or believe in myself. Together, you have created something strong and beautiful. I thank you for sharing it with me. You have rebuilt, you have shown incredible strength and fortitude.

“I am sorry for abandoning you. It is the most dishonourable and cowardly thing I have ever done. I asked the Valkyrie to rule in my stead, because I felt she was the best person for the job. I am truly sorry for abandoning Asgard in her hour of need. Thank you, all of you. Thank you for preserving our traditions and stories. Thank you for building a new home for us all. Thank you to everyone who has helped today. Baking delicacies, creating flower crowns, playing music. All that you do, on this day and every day, to ensure that we survive, that our culture survives, is appreciated by me.

“I hope to be able to thank you all individually, but please understand, it may take me some time. I kneel before you, as your king, humbled by the faith you still place in me. I shall work to rule as a king of the people, not above them. The throne should not be an untouchable pedestal on which I am put.

“Although I do not have a crown, I kneel before you, ready to serve Asgard, completely and unreservedly.”

“About your crown,” a voice called from the stunned crowd, as all eyes turned to look at Lorelei. She walked slowly through them, people parting for her, before she stopped in front of the stage, directly in front of Thor.

“When Hela attacked, many of us realised that Asgard was in peril. As we fled the city, some of us gathered up important artefacts. I apologise for keeping this from you, your majesty, but there never seemed to be an opportune moment…” she trailed off, reaching into a leather satchel, slung low against her hip.

Several people fainted, as with trembling hands, she pulled a crown from it.

“My-my father’s crown,” Thor mumbled, stunned.

“Yes, your majesty,” Lorelei explained. “I apologise again for keeping it secret, but you had already lost so much, I did not wish to remind you of your father. I have kept it safe, all these years. I believed that one day, you would be restored to the throne. I believed that day would be today.”

With trembling fingers, she reaches out the crown as Thor lowered his head. Tears were running down his face, into his beard, for everyone to see as he sat back up, slowly rising to his feet.

A collective sense of shock reverberated around the room, and you anxiously stroked your two dogs, who sat flanked you on either side.

“Thank you, good Lady Lorelei. This truly is an extraordinary gift. I thought I would never see this again, let alone wear it. I do wonder, now, what else was saved from Asgard, but that is a matter for another time,” Thor advised. “I have but one more matter to discuss, before it is time to feast. There is much to celebrate this day, and I hope it is one that will long be remembered.”

Thor paused, taking a moment to look around the hall. His friends, his people looking up at him. It filled him with a tiny spark of confidence that everything would work out fine this time, unlike when he had told Loki it would, all those years ago, after Asgard was destroyed.

“Like the Lady Brunnhilde, I too have someone I wish to nominate to the council. Like her, this person is one who is very dear to me,” he noted, looking across the heads of everyone to look you in the eye.

Thousands of heads turned to face you as you froze, wishing the ground would swallow you up.

“I wish to nominate the Lady Y/N. She has done so much for Asgard, though her time with us has been short so far,” Thor admitted. “As an outsider, I believe she has much knowledge and wisdom to offer us about Midgard, its people, and their customs. Her counsel is invaluable to me, and I would like to offer her a place at this table, if there are no objections.”

Deathly silence descends, everyone waiting for someone to say something.

“A wise appointment, your majesty,” Leifr spoke up, and a chorus of cheers echoed around the room.

“It is settled then,” Thor exclaimed happily. “The other four positions shall be determined in due time, but now I say it is time to eat, drink, and dance our fill. There is much to celebrate as we enter into a proud new chapter in Asgard’s history.”

Everything was a blur for several hours as you try to process exactly what’s happened. Thor being king again was something you expected, and he seems to be taking it well. His speech was genuinely moving and you could see many Asgardians visibly softening to him as he spoke.

But appointing you to be one of Asgard’s eight rulers?

No. No no no. This could not be happening. You didn’t belong here, didn’t want that kind of responsibility.

Judging by the way people keep congratulating you, it definitely is happening. You barely have an appetite, pushing your food around, eating small amounts whenever Thor prompts you to try this dish or that.

It had been a productive few hours for the other three newly instated rulers. Between them, they’d managed to hash out a plan for getting the other council members appointed. They’d even found time to draft a press release with Pepper, covering the events of the day. The world media would be taken aback. New Asgard had never released any information before. Along with the details of the election, Pepper had made sure to note that the new rulers would be willing to engage with journalists going forward to ensure transparency about what the kingdom was doing, but that they would not interact with any outlet that did not respect Asgardian privacy or engaged in hurtful gossip about them.

Apparently, the prince of another country, and his wife, had done something similar a few years prior.

You sit completely zoned out, a zombie. Utterly alone while surrounded by people. Geri and Freki lie protectively at your feet, aware that something is wrong.

Even Thor can sense that something is amiss. You’re paying no attention to him eating increasingly absurd portions. He even mentioned that he was getting full and you just nodded politely, a slightly vacant smile plastered to your face. You didn’t even try to touch his stomach, where it sat pressed up against the table.

Eventually, Sam manages to make his way over, whispering in Thor’s ear. You’re dimly aware that they’re talking about you, by the way Thor keeps glancing nervously in your direction.

“Let us go for a walk,” he said, standing up and tugging at your elbow. “Young Sam said that you look like you could do with some fresh air.”

Moving on autopilot you follow him, Geri and Freki loping along behind you. He leads you down to the beach, the sun setting in the distance as Thor gently maneuvers you into sitting down on a driftwood log.

“Are you quite alright?” Thor asked, running his fingers up your bare arms as he crouched awkwardly in front of you. “You seem distant, distracted.”

“This is all just very overwhelming,” you said, looking at your hands where they rested in your lap.

“I agree, much has happened today. We can return home, if you wish?”

“Why did you appoint me to the council?” you whispered, voice shaking. “I don’t know if I’ll still be here in ten years. What if we split up? I don’t belong here, I’m not Asgardian. I don’t want this responsibility, I’m not qualified, I don’t want to do this.”

Thor’s heart sank and he let out a sad sigh, finally sitting on the soft sand, his hefty stomach making it hard to keep his balance while he crouched. He’d done it again. He’d thought only of what he wanted and hadn’t consulted you. He’d upset you, ruining your evening.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, tipping your chin up to make you look at him. “That was thoughtless and selfish of me, I should have consulted you before announcing my plan. Today has been trying for you, and you were already anxious and upset. I’m truly sorry for burdening you further.”

“I know you didn’t mean to Thor, but I’m so scared and sad.”

“Oh my love, no. I really am such an oaf,” Thor said sadly, pulling you into the small amount of lap he had left. If he kept on like this, he was going to really struggle to hold you like this soon.

He wants to kiss your lips, to kiss away all the hurt and worry he sees in your eyes, to kiss it better like his mother used to kiss his and Loki's scrapes and grazes. But he lets you bury your face in his shoulder. All he can do is cuddle you while you cry, chest heaving against his, while he rubs little circles onto your back, mumbling apologies all the while.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant to upset you, to make you scared or anxious. I can see that I was mistaken, even though I only meant it as a good thing, as a compliment to your character and your intelligence. I truly know of no other in the whole of Asgard more capable than you, not even Brunnhilde,” Thor explained. “You are wise for one so young, and far more learned than any of us when it comes to this land we find ourselves in. Please, allow me to apologise unreservedly for the hurt I’ve caused. Allow me to make it right, allow me to pick another to serve in your place.”

You're so silent, shaking in his arms. It hurts Thor in a way he’s not felt since his father banished him. What if he's finally gone too far? What if this is the thing that pushes you away from him?

It scares him more than the thought of Thanos returning once more.

“A trial,” you said softly, as you raise your head.

“Pardon?” Thor asked.

“Until the end of the year, I will serve for a trial period. But if at the end of that time, I still don’t want to do it, then you must replace me, without any reservations.”

“Of course, of course. Are you absolutely sure?”

“No,” you admit. “But I am willing to try. I trust you. I trust you not to force me into anything I can’t handle. I’m humbled that you and your people have accepted me, and are prepared to give me this chance. I know it’s a great honour. So I will try to repay that trust that you have, I will try to serve Asgard, even if it doesn’t come easily to me.”

“No one who seeks power or has it come easily to them should ever be allowed to wield it,” Thor noted, rubbing his nose against yours. “Thank you, my love for agreeing to try this. I will honour your request should you change your mind at any point. I admit, I was scared that I had lost you, that my foolishness had driven you away.”

“You’ll have to do more than that to get rid of me,” you laughed wetly, wiping your face on the back of your hand.

“That’s good news, although I hope never to test that theory,” Thor told you, relieved. “Do you wish to return to the hall? I’m sure you could persuade me to have some more wine and sweet treats. As you can see, I am not quite at capacity,” Thor teased, moving your hands under his tunic to touch his taut tummy.

“I think I would like to head home. I’m emotionally exhausted and I just want to faceplant into your tummy and go to sleep.”

“Also an excellent plan,” Thor admitted, standing up with your still in his arms.

“I’m not too tired to walk,” you tried to insist, looking down at your bemused dogs as they trailed alongside the gentle giant carrying you.

“I know that, I just wanted to hold onto you some more.”

Thor’s going to be extra affectionate for the next little while, still reeling from the feeling of almost losing you. Now he finally has something to lose again, he’s resolutely determined not to let it happen.

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docharvard’s stardew mega modlist v.2

howdy doody everyboody!

my last modlist did pretty well with regards to notes, but there have been some major changes to both stardew and my modlist since then, so i thought it was high time i made a new one! once again, this is mostly graphical overhauls, with a few gameplay tweaks and cheats here and there. most of these mods are fairly popular, so chances are you would already know them, but i hope this compilation finds its use anyway. now, without further ado, the list starts under the cut!

one final warning before i proceed, as of today 21st of February 2020, some of these mod’s official releases do not work with Stardew 1.4.5, but they do have unofficial patches floating around on the forums that update them to work with this patch, and i will be linking to those instead of the official releases for those mods (you will need a chucklefish forums account to download them). if you see this in a few months or weeks time from when it is posted, it is probably in your best interests to check the official releases for updates.

ENGINES/PRE REQS most of, if not all, the mods on this list will require some combination of the following engines to run. i know nothing about coding, so i cannot give an apt description of what they do or how they work, but trust me, you will need them. if you don’t download all of the mods in this list, you might not need all of them, check the requirements segment on a mods nexus page to see which of these engines you will need to run it.

SMAPI - SMAPI is the modding API for Stardew, necessary for all modding (besides old xnb mods).

Content Patcher

Custom Critters

Json Assets

Mail Framework Mod

More Grass

PyTK

SpaceCore

TMXL Map Toolkit

QUALITY OF LIFE mods that don’t change the game significantly, but slightly improve the base mechanics to make it easier/better.

Auto Animal Doors - automatically opens all barn and coop doors at a set time every morning, and closes it once all animals are back inside at night.

Big Silo - increases the hay capacity of silos to around 200k.

Casks Everywhere - gives the player the ability to put casks anywhere, instead of only in the basement of the house.

Crop Transplant - gives the player the ability to move crops and trees without destroying them.

Mod Update Menu - puts a handy-dandy extra button on the main menu that shows you your modlist and whether any mods are out of date. clicking on a mod in the list will take you to its web page, if you want to download the updated version. (sometimes, like SMAPIs console, it is wrong. occasionally will tell you a mod is out of date when it isn’t, but is more often right than wrong.)

No Crows - removes crows, no more losing crops to those thieving corvid so-and-so’s.

No Fence Decay - fences no longer decay and break down over time. they stand for time immeasurable, like the monolith in space odyssey, or the empty shell of a blockbuster video.

Safe Lightning - lightning will only strike lightning rods, or if none are available, it will not strike at all.

Stack Everything - gives the player the ability to stack every item in the game, items like casks can now be stacked instead of having a 1:1 ratio in inventory/chest space.

UI Info Suite - ui overhaul(ish) that adds things like being able to see if you’ve pet an animal that day, whether the travelling merchant is in town, what your luck is for the day, or how many days a crop/keg has until it’s finished, etc. this mod is a must have for any playthrough, even if you’re going completely vanilla. possibly the most useful mod that exists for stardew.

GAME TWEAKS things that add mechanics or change gameplay. immersion (i don’t know what else to call it)

Babies Take After Spouse - makes your children actually look like the offspring of your chosen spouse. also adds some more outfits for toddlers, if you’re into that.

Canon Friendly Dialogue Expansion - adds a metric buttload of new dialogue for all of the friendable characters, in case you’re sick of seeing the same four sentences on loop.

Cat Gifts - bit of a misnomer, makes your pet (either cat or dog) occasionally bring you gifts of random items. it’s pretty darn cute.

Climates of Ferngill - expands the games weather system, as well as tweaking the original one, to add new things like fog, and weather that changes over the span of a day instead of being one set thing.

Eemie’s Bees - adds bees! they hang around your beehives! very cute!

Lunar Disturbances - adds a rad lunar system to the game, including an overhead moon that goes through phases. also adds stuff like eclipses and blood moons.

Mizu’s Flowers - adds so many new flowers to the game. frankly, it’s quite homophobic how few variations are in the base game.

Oasis Greenhouse - completely reworks the greenhouse to be way bigger (on the inside, it doesn’t take up more space on the actual farm) and have more rooms in which to do greenhouse things, like spots to grow trees.

Seasonal Villager Outfits - stardew residents will now change clothes on the reg, including during different events, depending on the weather, and with the seasons.

Slime Hutch Winery - retextures the slime hutch to look Not Garbage, and adds a customisable inside space that you can combine with Casks Everywhere to make a usable winery.

cheats there is only one mod in this section but i couldn’t figure out what other section to put it in.

CJB Cheats Menu - it’s a cheats menu. for cheating. amongst normal cheaty things like infite health and stamina, gives you the ability to increase your movement speed, and harvest crops with a scythe, which i find immensely useful.

AESTHETIQUE who needs the orignal graphics when you’ve got soft pastel versions? most of these are by elle, aka junimods. she’s good at aesthetic overhauls, sue me.

Bathroom Replaces Spouse Room - replaces the spouse room with one of three nicer looking bathrooms, in case your spouse has decided to have an unchangeable hideous colour scheme that does not go with the rest of your house, like all of them do.

Better Artisan Goods - retextures the artisan goods (milk, cheese, fruits, etc) to look prettier/more accurate.

Elle’s Cat Replacements - highly customisable cat retexture, including fur patterns, and the colour of its collar.

Elle’s Critter and Butterfly Replacements - retextures the little critters and butterflies that hang around the valley.

Elle’s Dog Replacements - same as the cat replacements but for dogs. the nomenclature is difficult to grasp, i know.

Elle’s New Barn Animals - retextures of all the barn animals, with a whole bunch of customisation options to choose from for each.

Elle’s New Coop Animals - same as the barn animals one. shocker.

Elle’s Seasonal Buildings - highly customisable retexture of all the buildings on the farm. pick from a bunch of designs and colour palettes to make your farm the best representation of you it can be. or don’t, i’m not your dad, i can’t tell you what to do.

Flippsie’s Alternative Lamp Posts - retextures lamp posts to look a little more victorian and aesthetic-y.

Garden Variety UI - customisable ui colours! let’s you customise the look of all the menus, inventory bar, etc, from a buuuunch of different colours and designs.

Industrial Kitchen and Interior - retextures the kitchen appliances and benches to a softer aesthetic.

Starblue Valley - reshades the whoooole of stardew to make it colour gooder. greens are more green, blues are more blue, and the whole game looks a lot less yellow and harsh. much softer and easier on the eyes.

Wildflower Grass Field - retextures and adds a bunch of variation to the grass that grows around the valley. instead of one grass texture everywhere, there is now over 50 possible combinations, really makes the whole place look much more realistic and varied.

Yellog’s Wood Craftables - retextures and redesigns the craftables (chests, beehives, kegs, cheese press, etc) to have a softer palette, with a rustic wooden aesthetic.

and that’s that folks! i also use these two harvey dialogue expansion packs, but that’s because he’s my favourite bachelor, so i kept them off the general list. i hope y'all found this modlist useful, sorry it took me so long to get around to making/updating it. thank you so much for all the followers on this newer sideblog of mine, it’s really cool to see other people enjoying a game that i love so much. catch y'all on the flipside! ^-^

#stardew #stardew valley #stardew valley modding #stardew modding #stardew mods #stardew valley mods #stardew modlist #stardew valley modlist

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silver-wield · 4 years

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I think it's pretty telling that people in the fandom on this bloggers side are reducing the argument to a simple "saying Aerith is abusive is such a stupid take," without even listening to the voices saying why, exactly, Aerith's actions were so disturbing a lot of people. There's a lot of focus and debate from these people on the accuracy of words like "abusive" and "false imprisonment", and not a lot of them are acknowledging the people who were actually disturbed by Aerith. 1/3

they focus all of their attention on you and what *you're* saying. which doesn't mean I disagree with you, I just think it means these people are so blinded by either their dislike for you or their automatic assumption that the "takes" are purely anti rhetoric that they aren't listening at all to the voices that need to be heard. fact is, whether or not words like "abusive" or "false imprisonment" are entirely accurate, tons of people had the same discomfort when playing her section. 2/3

they keep focusing on the final scene where Cloud agrees to talk to Aerith (about Zack) after intially saying no, and claiming that we're blowing it way out of proportion to "support our ship". Funny how they can reduce the entire argument to that one scene and pride themselves on not falling prey to the antis. It wasn't that one scene (where Cloud's inevitable agreement is honestly kind of sus) but *the entire chapter*! Aerith's behavior in *general* during that chapter was upsetting. 3/3

They're probably also the type of people who think Catra earned redemption in that one episode where she did something altruistic after 4 series of systematic abuse to Adora and then call people homophobes for not supporting them. And then also say Catra is like Kipo because obviously two cat based characters are totally the same, despite Kipo dealing with things using love and support and never hating anyone, even when they've hurt her.

So, yeah, colour me unsurprised by the fact they focus on tiny bits they can blow up to stupid proportions, either to refute others or support themselves.

We don't need to focus on Aerith at all because the entire game is Cloti coded from the posters to the vending machines, the graffiti, sidequests, ultimania, cut scenes and entire goddamn narrative.

Remake is about Cloud and Tifa. She's in 95% of the game as a playable character. Aerith is in less than half. That's a fact.

When did Cloud say yes to that bit? Because Cloud said no, got ignored and then had no choice but to do what Aerith wanted because she hasn't shown him how to get past the sector 7 gate yet. Silently going along with what she wants isn't agreement, it's having no choice but to. They think Cloud fell for her because he smiled at the fact yet another girl wanted to spend time with him? God, sorry Cloud appreciates being admired. Especially after the shitty day he had listening to the sector 5 douchebags drag Avalanche and having to do work for little to no pay.

Hell, he could even be smiling at the fact he can finally go home. Nothing about Aerith at all, but ykno, I'm nice so I don't offer up other choices like that and let them keep their dumb delusions.

I doubt the devs will be so kind in part 2 after proof of how shitty they were gets back to them. These idiots really think they won't bring up the great plushie war of 2020? Yeah, I wouldn't wanna be one of them when that bit happens.

#Ship war #For common sense #for the cinnamon roll

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fanyiyimdzs · 4 years

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Mo Dao Zu Shi: Chapter 5

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Previous chapter

Only a few days passed before Wei Wuxian realized that he may have made a mistake.

The donkey he had stolen was way too hard to please.

It was only a donkey, but it refused to eat anything other than fresh, tender grass with dewdrops hanging from the leaves, and shunned any blades which showed the slightest hint of yellow. When they passed by a farmhouse, Wei Wuxian stole a few stalks of wheat to feed it, but it only chewed a couple of times before—“pfeih!”—it launched them back out, its spit louder and more resonant than any human’s. Not only would it barely eat, it also refused to move, and if Wei Wuxian tried to make it, it would throw a fit, jumping and kicking at him with its hind legs. His life suffered several close calls. What’s more, its braying was agony to the ear.

It had no redeeming qualities as either a mount or a pet!

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but think fondly of his sword. It was most likely hanging on the wall of some grand clan now, exhibited by the chief as a trophy of war.

Dragging the donkey with him come life or death, he ran a few lengths of road toward a large field belonging to some nearby village. The glaring sun beat down from above, and he sought shelter under a big scholar tree on the embankment between the rice paddies. The thick shade beneath the verdant leaves was dark and cool, and there was an old well where the villagers had placed a bucket and a ladle so that passers-by could quench their thirst. Once the donkey had run here, it absolutely refused to budge. Thus, Wei Wuxian jumped off, slapped its venerable hindquarters and said, “You sure must be a magnificent, prosperous being. You’re even fussier than me.”

The donkey sneezed at him.

While Wei Wuxian passed the time a hundred different ways, a group of people trekked in his direction along the crisscrossing paths in the distance.

They wore bamboo baskets on their backs, linen shirts, and straw shoes; they had the rustic, earthy appearance of rural villagers from head to toe . Among them was an almost delicate and pretty young woman with a round face, who had perhaps walked under the harsh sun for too long and wanted to sit in the shade and drink some water. But when she saw the donkey tied to the tree, braying and stomping discontently, and the wild-haired lunatic with red and white pigment smeared all over his face sitting next to it, she became frightened and wouldn’t approach.

Wei Wuxian had always considered himself protective and caring of women, so seeing her state, he moved to create space for her and went to bother the donkey. Only once the travellers saw he was harmless did they relax and come near. Each and every one of their faces were bright red and drenched in sweat, some fanning themselves and some fetching themselves water. The young woman sat by the well, and, seemingly knowing Wei Wuxian had intentionally made room for her, gave him a tiny smile.

Among the group was a man holding a compass, who gazed out into the distance. He then looked back down, bewildered. “We’re almost at the foot of Dafan Mountain. Why isn’t the needle moving?”

The compass he was using was no ordinary compass; its markings were different, and its needle didn’t point north. It wasn’t a compass of the cardinal directions, but an “evil wind compass”, used to locate fierce, malignant spirits. Wei Wuxian knew then the people he had met were a family of poor, unaffiliated cultivators. Outside of the illustrious, moneyed houses of cultivation, who spent their spare time contemplating the poetry of white snows and sunny spring days, there were also quite a few of these kinds of small, unrefined, closed-off, and self-taught families. Perhaps they had rushed from the village to beg for shelter from a big house that they had some relation to. Or perhaps they were out on a night-hunt.

The middle aged leader waved everyone toward the well for water and simultaneously said, “Your compass is probably broken, once we get back I’ll get you a new one. We’re less than five kilometers from Dafan Mountain, so we can’t rest for long. We’ve suffered the winds and the dust the whole journey—if we relax here, the people behind will pass us, and all our effort’ll be wasted.”

Indeed, they had come to night-hunt. Many cultivators, fond of literary pursuits, called roaming the four corners of the land, exorcising evil spirits “roving hunts,” and since their prey typically came out at night, the hunts also became known as “night-hunts.” Though there were many houses of cultivation, only a few became truly famous. If their ancestors had not accumulated prestige and prosperity, ordinary houses could only earn respect and reputation through their own achievements, and climb the hierarchy of the cultivation world by their own sweat. Only by seizing a brutal monster or calamity-bringing spirit would their names start to have weight.

Seizing evil things was what Wei Wuxian was best at, but the few days he’d been running around on the road breaking into graves, he had found only minor ghosts. He still lacked a ghost that could help him trample his opponents, so he decided he would also go to Dafan Mountain1 and try his luck. If he found a useful one, he would catch and deploy it.

The cultivators had now rested enough and were preparing to take off. Before they left, the round-faced young woman took a half-green, half-red apple from the basket on her back and passed it to Wei Wuxian. “This is for you.”

Wei Wuxian reached out to receive it with a big smile on his face, but the donkey raised its head, bared its teeth, and bit at the pro-offered fruit. He hastily grabbed hold of it. But when good fortune came, so did clever ideas; seeing the donkey endlessly salivating over the little apple, Wei Wuxian picked up a tree branch and a fishing line, tied the apple to the branch, and hung the apple in front of the donkey’s head. The donkey smelled the fragrant scent of the apple, and lusting after its sweet flesh, chased the fruit that was always just a little out of reach. Head raised and charging ahead, the animal ran faster than any colt Wei Wuxian had ever seen, leaving clouds of dust trailing behind it.

The donkey didn’t stop running, and thus they made it to Dafan Mountain before nightfall. Wei Wuxian only figured out how to write the mountain’s name when he reached its base. From far away, it looked exactly like a venerable, open-hearted, squat Buddha—thus it was Dafan Mountain, and the small village at the foot of the mountain was therefore called Fojiao Village.2

The number of cultivators who had gathered far exceeded Wei Wuxian’s expectations. It was a mixed crowd, like a lake where both dragons and schools of tiny fish swam. The cultivators wore a dizzying, blinding array of colours and resembled a parade of restless flowers as they walked up and down the street. But for some unknown reason, everyone had a nervous expression on their face. They couldn’t even spare the attention to laugh at Wei Wuxian’s ridiculous face.

In the center of the main road, a crowd of cultivators gathered, speaking solemnly. They seemed to be arguing and spoke loudly enough for Wei Wuxian to hear them from a distance. At first the discussion was calm, but it grew more and more agitated as it progressed:

“I don’t think this place ever had any soul-eating beasts or ghasts in the first place. That’s obviously why no one’s compass needle has moved.”

“But if there really is nothing, how could seven of those villagers have lost their souls? They couldn’t have all come down with the same bizarre disease, could they? I’ve never heard of such a disease!”

“Just because the compasses aren’t pointing to anything, does that necessarily mean nothing’s here? They can only point in a general direction. They’re not that accurate, so they can’t be completely trusted. It’s possible there’s something around here that can interfere with the needle.”

“Don’t you remember who invented these compasses? I’ve never heard of anything disturbing the direction the needle points.”

“What exactly do you mean by that? Why are you asking such weird questions? Of course I remember evil wind compasses were invented by Wei Ying, but just because he invented something, doesn’t mean it’s gorgeous and perfect. Aren’t people allowed to question him?”

“I didn’t say you weren’t allowed to question him, or that his things were gorgeous and perfect. There’s no need to spew mud everywhere, your highness!”

They began to argue in a different direction, and Wei Wuxian rode his donkey past them, laughing merrily. Even though so many years had passed, his ability to whip cultivators into verbal duels and tongue clashes had not diminished. “Once you hear the name ‘Wei,’ you’re forced to fight”—so the saying went. If there was a vote on who possessed the most extensive and long-lived fame among all cultivators, who could win against him?

In all fairness, the cultivator who had questioned him wasn’t wrong. The evil wind compasses in use were only the first edition, and indeed left something to be desired when it came to accuracy. Originally, Wei Wuxian had worked to improve them, but who told people to destroy his home before he was done? So he had no option but to inconvenience everyone and continue to force the inaccurate, first edition compass on them.

In any case, most things that eat flesh and chew bone were low level, such as walking corpses. Only refined, elegant, high level beasts and vicious ghosts could eat and digest souls. To consume seven in one go—no wonder there were so many houses gathered here. This prey was no small matter—it was only natural that the compasses made a few errors.

Holding the reins tightly, Wei Wuxian leapt from the donkey’s back, grabbed the apple, and held it in front of the donkey. “One bite, just one bite. Hey! You almost bit off my hand.”

He took two bites of the other side of the apple and shoved it back into the donkey’s mouth. While he reflected on how he had been reduced to sharing an apple with a donkey, someone collided with him from behind. He turned and saw a young woman who, even though she had walked straight into him, seemed to find him beneath her notice. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her lips were molded into a slight smile, and she refused to tear her gaze away from a certain direction.

Wei Wuxian followed her line of sight into the distance, where a solemn black mountain top lay—Dafan Mountain.

Suddenly without warning, the young woman began dancing.

The dance was wild and violent, as though channeling a beast baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Wei Wuxian watched the young woman with bright interest, but another woman lifted her skirt and ran towards them, threw her arms around the dancing girl and cried, “Ah-yan, let’s go home! Let’s go home!”

With all her strength, Ah-yen threw the woman off and continued, smile still plastered on her face, as though animated by some kind of hair-raising obsession. The older woman had no option but to chase the girl all over the street, wailing, tears dripping down her face. To the side, a street peddler said, “Hell’s bells, Blacksmith Zheng’s Ah-yan’s run out again.”

“I feel sorry for her mother. Ah-yan, Ah-yan’s husband, and her own husband, not a single one’s in good shape...”

Wei Wuxian strolled around the village, eavesdropping, collecting bits and pieces of idle chatter from the people he walked by, and pieced together the strange sequence of events that had unfolded.

On Dafan Mountain, there was an old graveyard housing the people of Fojiao Village’s ancestral graves, where the villagers would also bury and raise grave markers for unnamed corpses on occasion. One evening several months ago, when thunder rolled and the sky flashed with lightning, the wind and the rain pounded down upon the area, scouring the mountain the entire night. A patch of earth atop Dafan Mountain collapsed, triggering a landslide—this patch of earth happened to be the exact patch on which the graveyard was located. Thus many old graves were destroyed and others were exposed to the elements. Lightning struck, blasting and blackening both the coffins and the bodies inside.

After this episode, the people of Fojiao Village became extremely uneasy, prayed for blessings, and then rebuilt the old burial mound, believing that this would settle the matter. But who knew from that point onwards, Fojiao Village would suffer so many cases of lost souls?

The first victim was a lazy bum who was poor as a rat and spent most of his days loafing about. Because he enjoyed going up the mountain and catching birds to pass time, he just so happened to be stuck on Dafan Mountain the night of the landslide. Though scared half to death, he was blessed with good fortune—nothing happened to him, at least on that night. But strange things began to occur only a few days after he returned. He suddenly found a wife and was married with much fanfare, sparing no waving banners or beating drums, claiming he would live a life of merit and virtue and pass his days with this promise in mind.

The night of the wedding, he drank himself blind, fell into bed, and didn’t get up. When his new wife called his name, he didn’t react, and only when she pushed him over did she discover that her groom’s eyes were blank and lifeless and his body was as cold as ice. Aside from the fact that he was still breathing, there was little that distinguished him from a corpse. He ate nothing, drank nothing, and continued on in this state for many days before finally being peacefully buried. The poor bride became a widow despite barely having been married.

The second was Ah-yan from the family of Blacksmith Zheng. The young woman had just been betrothed, but only a day after, her fiancé was bitten to death by wolves while hunting on the mountain. After she found out, the same fate befell her as befell the lazy bum. Happily, however, her disease somehow cured itself after a period of time. Yet from that point onward, she began to suffer from lunacy. She went outside every day to dance for people, smiling the entire time.

The third was Ah-yan’s father, Blacksmith Zheng. To date, there had been seven victims in total.

Wei Wuxian mulled over the matter and determined it was most likely the work of a soul eating ghast, rather than a soul eating beast.

Though the difference between their names was only one word, they were entirely disparate beings. Ghasts were a type of ghost, but soul eating beasts were a type of fae. According to Wei Wuxian, the sequence of events was most likely this: the landslide demolished old graves and lightning split open coffins, releasing a long dormant ghast from among the bodies. If this was the case, the state of the coffins and presence of any seal traces upon them should suffice for confirmation. But the Fojiao Villagers must have already long re-buried the burnt coffins elsewhere, and reinterred the bodies—there would be very few vestiges of the ghast's resting place.

In order to climb the mountain, Wei Wuxian took the sloping road from the village. He hopped on his donkey and slowly ascended. After traveling a while, he encountered some people wearing dark expressions climbing down.

These people had cuts and scrapes on their faces, and seemed to be talking to each other all at once. The sky was dusky, and they all jumped in fright as they ran face-to-face into someone made-up like a hanged ghost riding atop a donkey. They shouted angry words at him, circled around, and continued down the slope at rapid clip. Looking back on them, Wei Wuxian wondered whether they had been defeated by their intended prey and were now returning from their night-hunt empty-handed. He pondered a little more, slapped his donkey’s hindquarters, and the two clambered up briskly.

He had left at the perfectly wrong time and missed the group’s grumbling.

“I’ve never met anyone so unreasonable!”

“He’s the head of such a big house, why does he have to come here and compete with us for a single soul eating ghast? He must have killed plenty when he was young!”

“But what can we do? We can hardly do anything about him being a Clan Chief. Whichever house you offend, you must not offend House Jiang. Whoever you offend, you must not offend Jiang Cheng. There’s nothing to do except pack our bags, accept our fate, and go!”

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Translation notes:

1 Wei Wuxian, having only heard the name of the mountain, mistakes 大梵山 (lit. “Big Buddha Mountain”) for the homophonous 大饭山 (lit. “Big Meal Mountain” or “Big Rice Mountain”).

2 Fojiao means “Buddha foot.”

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#MDZS #mdzs translation #wei wuxian #wwx

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pffbts · 5 years

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Haiii Loubeee... Please can you make a Jimin fluff for me preferably when y/n is upset and hiding in the library.. thenx 💕💕

GENRE. fluff; angst.

CHARACTERS. park jimin x reader | no supporting character.

W.C. 2.3 K

AUTHOR`S NOTE. jimin is a certified pabo but that’s also the reason why i love him so fucking much. it physically hurts. btw, it`s raining here in kolkata so i`m writing a lot. happy reading, bub and thank you for requesting!

[10:53 PM] [rains are only fun when someone is in the library]

―jimin could end up becoming a stalker but he breezes his way through the shelves picking up the book he had to.

jimin could end up falling more in love but he still breezes through the shelves and almost shakes the sleeping librarian off his sleep by placing the said book in front of him.

it wasn`t like he really intended to do so. feelings―they just don`t happen by being said, they happen out of nowhere and it wasn`t exactly his fault that his curiosity killed him every day. since a very younger age, he has been very curious about anything that his mind has been stuck on.

today and for one and a half year, it has been you.

when he first saw you he thought you must be a weird one like him too because no one just spends every day sitting in the library reading books. yes, sure―he isn`t implying that people don`t come here to read apart from him but it`s not something a person would do regularly.

but the thing that set you apart from anyone here was the air that you carried around you. it was like the smell of a lipstick being opened for the first time, it was like the first time you recognized the smell of rain without your mother`s help, it was like the smell of bed sheet after you`ve slept for too long. you were uncertain and it shakes his insides tremendously. he hopes to never lose that feeling.

so that`s how he is now―he`s curious―very much curious about you. he wants to know you. more than feeling you, he wants to know you. maybe people won`t understand him if he ever tells them about his perspective of love for you, also it`s not like he has ever tried speaking about it. it would sound too greasy for their ears. thus, jimin kept his own thoughts within himself and found ways to quench his curiosity.

just like you know someone by their playlist, you can also know by the genre of books they read or more accurately the books they read. it`s their way of indulging in the world they wish for. so, jimin, after one month of observing you from afar decided to pick the books which you return back every fridays.

it`s been one and a half year that jimin`s been doing the same routine and it has never once bothered him because the more he read the books you finished, the more he started diving into you more.

so that perspective that he was talking about―maybe he did try to jot it down a little bit. it will honestly sound nonsensical to anyone but he tried anyway.

what he actually wanted to say that, he just can`t tell why he is only pulled towards you. he doesn`t know if it`s you as a person or it`s the you who lives inside your body is the one who`s pulling him towards this direction. he has found out through the books and its characters that you`ve a knack for sad stories, especially sad endings. now, no one really wants a sad ending in their lives, do they? or is it just a way of coping up with the reader`s own sadness?

some days, he does get sad and wants to comfort you but sadly, he didn`t want to sound like a stalker. he knows he won`t do any harm but he`s still scared. what if one day he does reveal all these and you suddenly stop coming to the library? what if he suddenly can`t tell which is more lonely―his own room or this library?

so he didn`t do what his tempted heart wanted. he kept this little secret of his inside his heart and soul and dodged out all the bullshit thoughts through the windows. he zipped his mouth and concentrated on just being in this melancholic love story which only occurs in his mind. he was after all, at some point one with you. it didn`t matter if it`s just the minds which connect and not the skins.

no matter how much you stop yourself from watching or reading anything with a sad ending or that tragic tag, you just can`t stop your fingers from hovering over the keyboard to click on that drama/anime/manga or the sad books in the library. it disturbs your mind but you feel like your head is heavy, the place where the cerebrospinal fluid should be there, it just continues to be filled with pebbles and pebbles of dark thoughts and you find yourself spiralling down the river of depression.

it`s not like the incident at home is anything better. there`s always been tension in that house`s air but you still found sanity inside yourself, thanks to your mother who tried to cheer you up occasionally. but that doesn`t mean you don`t have fights with her―and when it happens, it always leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and you feel like you had the most tiring day ever.

it`s not like things are starting to surprise you anymore. everything is dull and badly animated. where it should have been a watercoloured background, it`s just dull grey areas and uneven surfaces. but the most bittersweet relationship that you`ve is with the rain especially the time during the start of autumn when festivals are starting to show its colour and you don`t even know the alphabets which make up for the word happiness. your fingers, the tip of your tongue feels barren of the same word. it just doesn`t make sense, because you know there are people who`re sadder than you, more depressed than you but maybe they, just like you want a ray of sunlight in their life. but it`s still barren―this place which we call our world.

but that library was your escape, though you still opted for sad ending books and that empty feeling after finishing a good book.

today just like last evening, it`s been raining all day and though nature`s depression is accompanying your own, you`ve a hunch that today won`t be like any other day. well, anyway, that was bound to happen. after all, today you were just going to pull out five of your favourite books you had already finished some weeks back and then take the train to your friend`s place to spend a day at her place and also give her the books she asked for.

as usual you gave a curt nod to the constant drowsing librarian while entering, but instead of taking your usual seat, you went directly to the shelves you had to get your books from. from the corner of your eyes, you saw the usual faded blue haired guy sitting at his own regular seat scheming through the lines of his book. the way he was holding the book, you had trouble seeing the title. you moved your eyes back to your hands which pulls out the last book from the shelf instead of giving any further fruitless gaze to the guy.

walking back towards the place where the librarian sat, you place the five books you had to take. you pulled out your membership card and gave it to her while she writes down the date for return. you told her it will take about a month to return all them all together.

through her spec, she looks up at you with that same drowsy look, “what is it with you and that guy reading the same book all the time? can`t you both just share them rather than making me work twice?”

you felt a jolt in you and you moved your face forward, “what do you mean reading the same book?”

she closes her eyes for a whole two seconds and opens them up but this time you saw an expression on her face that you never thought you would see on her―she was smiling and it was a smile which had secrets.

“i bet that young guy is in love with you. i saw a movie like that with my daughter some years ago. the guy who was in love with the girl read all the books she read. ah,” she proceeds to scratch her scalp with the back of her pen, “i just can`t seem to remember the name of the film―”

“whisper of the heart? are you talking about the 1995 ghibli film?”

her eyes glows and she moved her pen furiously at that, “yes! that one. ah, that was such a good film.” she sits back in her chair still smiling.

“but anyway, it`s just my thoughts. youngsters these days are something else. also i trust you. you can keep them for one month but you`ll be fined if you don`t return them in the same condition.” the librarian who has successfully thrown you into another dimension, returns back to writing your name on the book`s card. “if you weren`t a regular i wouldn`t even allow this.” while she continues to mumble on her own, you stir your face a little to watch the guy reading the book he`s holding in the way same you saw some while ago.

this old lady must be in some dreamworld, you thought, you didn`t even have any thought about his existence outside this library and this guy―this good looking guy can`t be in love with you. yes, you nodded to yourself, she`s definitely dreaming on her own.

suddenly, you saw the cards on which she was writing your name and you saw another name just after the first time your name was written. it read PARK JIMIN and it baffled you that even that guy`s name was pretty enough in your eyes and it was all the same. literally all the times you`ve issued these five books, he has issued them just after that. he must have really been committed in his dedication.

you push the books inside your side bag while the librarian throws you a quick nod and along with that the same mischievous smile from some minutes ago. you shake your head at her and walk out of the library.

you weren`t exactly expecting anything new but the next day when you entered the library you were hoping for a glimpse from that guy. but your legs stopped from moving any further as you watch his usual seat empty. i mean, you thought it`s alright―maybe he got sick or something, after all, it`s been raining for the last three days. maybe something might`ve come up at his place…and it didn`t even occur to you until you felt the gush of wind against your face, which was only possible if someone is cutting through the wind.

“hey! no running in the library!” you heard the librarian`s voice booming through the library but your feet didn`t listen to her words and instead, you placed yourself at the entrance of the library, your body heaving against the large pillar that gave the library behind you a grand look.

when you had finally caught up with your breath, your eyes move up and there stood a drenched park jimin―his hair which was already starting to look like dull blue was scattered against his forehead, his eyes were wide and there was a worrisome look in them. clearly, he had forgotten about his umbrella even though the forecast said it would be raining for a whole week. oh, how much of a stupid this guy is, you felt anger and a sign of relief building in you but it didn`t stop you from looking at him in the eye.

“umbrella?” you start with your breathless voice, “did you forget that?”

jimin, whose eyes had moved away from your face returned to that same spot only to feel a certain warmness oozing from his insides. out of habit, he pulls at the strand of his fading blue hair, “ah, yes. is everything okay in the library?”

“huh?” you ask him, suddenly feeling too dumb.

“i mean, you`re heaving. are you sick? is everything okay?” he moves his hand behind and looks back for a split second before continuing, “i know a doctor’s chamber nearby. do you want to―”

“no!” you shook yourself by your own voice and then standing up straight you cough back, “i`m fine. i just needed some air and―rain! i wanted to see how much it`s raining…”

“ah, that. yes, it`s been raining hard, isn`t it?” jimin now walks towards you but he shakes himself a bit and messes up his hair in that process too. he literally looked like a drenched duckling and it was so adorable you wanted to hide behind the same pillar you were previously leaning onto.

“let`s go then,” you say, your voice too little.

jimin hums back at you, “sure.”

and, you both enter the library finding yourself in the comfort around the walls that enclose both of you while it pours a little harder than before. you conclude to yourself that rains are only fun when someone`s in the library―with you.

fin.

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