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willowser · 1 month
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HMMMMMM interesting to think about arranged marriage with prince shouto...............
i think he wouldn't know. what to expect with you. i think he'd have an idea, as in, what his father, the king, has taught him; the duties of a wife, where your importance ranks in relation to his duties. what he's not meant to discuss with you, like politics and matters at court and foreign relations. how you will speak to him. what to buy in the event that you become...unhappy. a nuisance.
("and she will," enji had muttered, briefly glancing up from the parchment on his desk to fix shouto with a look he didn't understand. "they always do.")
you don't meet until the royal wedding, when you're coming down the long aisle of the grand cathedral, dressed up in a swathe of silk and lace. a thin, gossamer veil hides you from him, but he can feel the ardor in your eyes, the intensity burning through the material. it doesn't seem real until your bare face is only a breath from his own, until he has to see the earnestness in your stare, too.
your kiss is simple and chaste, nothing spectacular, something that leaves his mind as soon as it's over. ever a todoroki, a hundred other things enter his mind, all regarding his now iron-laid obligations: it's vital he meet with advisor keigo to reiterate the plan to establish his authority among the council; general aizawa is in attendance to the wedding, and shouto has not yet received word on his opinion of the new king's ideas to modernize their armed forces; midoriya is somewhere, no doubt wanting to go over state affairs again.
truthfully, shouto doesn't spend long "celebrating". there's already too much that's required of him, hardly enough time to even scarf down a few bites of the banquet laid out before he's being chartered off into discussions on foreign relations and infrastructure development. maybe once or twice does he look back to check on you, chatting pleasantly with his mother and sister at the front of the great hall, and that's satisfying enough.
it's not until much later that he sees you again; freshly bathed and wearing something sheer and long and white, atop his bed.
or his marriage bed, he must remind himself.
enji didn't spend long going over consummation, with him or either of his brothers—natsuo, red-faced and annoyed at the very subject, always storming off, and touya had seemed well-aware of the process, at the time (back before he'd been ex-communicated). it had sounded simple: strip off your dress, get his cock out and into you, and only retreat once he was sure his seed had been spilled.
—so he's not exactly sure what to do or think or how to feel, when you're laid bare and reaching up to hold his face.
it's so startling that he sits back on his knees, to frown where he's looming over you.
you stare at him quietly, like you're expecting him to say something, and he only has a moment to wonder if this is you becoming an unhappy nuisance—what had been the answer, to solve this, anyway?—before you let out a soft laugh.
"c'mere," you tell him, sitting up, too, when he keeps his distance. "i want you to kiss me."
"i already have."
"yes," you laugh again, amusement glowing in your eyes, like the warmth off the fireplace, as you reach for the ties on his trousers. "but you're meant to do it again."
and up until then, he'd felt confident in his achievements, his executions; he'd managed a lot today, in one evening, and he had a lifetime to manage more. it was a good a start as any, he'd thought, but now—
shouto almost can't get the words out when he feels your hands ghosting up the inside of his shirt, nails tickling over his ribs. "a-am i?"
you wrap your arms around his waist in what could be a hug, scooting forward to look up at him with your chin against his chest. "yes," you smile and—it's familiar in a way, how touya would whenever he was teasing. "you're my husband, you're meant to kiss me whenever i want."
that—was not something his father had ever said, he was sure, and it was a too-rare exchange between his own parents. now that he thinks about it—and he does, then, because he's faced with the reality that he doesn't know as much as he should—he's not sure the former king and queen even sleep in the same room, much less the same bed.
much less hug and touch and even smile, the way you do now.
there's no argument he can make against it, aside from finding keigo to find his father to verify the truth to such a statement, and he's only meant to retreat from this bed on one condition.
and if this is what it takes to meet that—then shouto supposes he'll have to do it, for now. he's a brand new king, after all, and it would seem he still has much to learn.
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apopcornkernel · 2 months
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batman: track and field au
author's note: i just miss track and field varsity even though i wasnt even that good... and ive been thinking about batman track and field au for FOREVER. so today i wrote a bit 📝
things u need to know: bruce is not batman. he's a coach at a school where the rest of the justice league teaches. yes, they're still the justice league. and yes, his robins still end up as vigilantes. jason is 15 in this; the joker hasn't gotten to him yet. also i added some characters ahead of the timeline bc i love them :/
Jason stumbles over from the finish line, grinning and sweat-drenched. And then his face screws up in sudden distress, and he promptly wobbles and collapses onto the hot stadium mat.
A half-formed sound of alarm—
Bruce leaps over the bleacher railing and sprints.
A poor, well-meaning race official gets there first, but Bruce shoulders him roughly aside and crouches by Jason. Jason has turned on his side, holding his right knee tight to his chest and making little pained gasps.
It tears at his heart. “Jason,” Bruce says.
Jason’s eyes are screwed shut, and he says nothing, but one of his hands reach blindly in Bruce’s direction and Bruce grasps it tightly.
“You were terrific, chum.” He squeezes, and feels the tremor that goes through his son. “Stretch your leg out for me.”
Jason shakes his head. “Hurts—”
“I know. I know. Please, Jay.”
It’s slow, and excruciating, but between the two of them they manage to get Jason sitting up, his leg extended straight against the ground. One hand of Bruce’s presses down firmly on the knee, and the other pushes his foot to flex, the metal spikes of Jason’s shoes digging hard into the callused flesh of Bruce’s palm. Jason leans back on his hands, spread flat against the ground, head tilted up to open, cloudless sky, exhaling drawn-out, shaky breaths.
The speakers blare out the next events—second call for Male C’s 400-meter hurdles, and third call for Female B’s high jump. The left side of the crowd begins clapping on beat for their star javelin thrower as she rocks back on her feet, once, twice, and begins bounding forward. Bruce makes a displeased noise. He hopes his throwers remember to pay attention.
A mosquito buzzes by Bruce’s ear and he shakes his head sharply to drive it away. The sweat has been beading at his hairline all throughout, and now it rolls torturously slow down his face. As his hands are otherwise occupied, he makes no move to wipe it, and does his best to ignore the unpleasant sensation.
At last, Jason’s breathing evens out. He tugs his leg gingerly away from Bruce’s hold, cheeks flushed with exertion and, doubtless, embarrassment. “Thanks.”
Bruce sits back on his haunches and wipes the sweat off his face. “Ready to stand?”
Jason raises a hand, wincing as he tests the muscles of his leg. “One sec.”
Bruce nods shortly. Jason safe, his attention wanders over to the bleachers. Tim, thank God, is dragging Damian away from the high railing. Dick and Cass are eating lunch with much avidity—Dick’s best event, high jump, had just ended before Jason’s, and Cass seems to have just returned from shot put. Duke and Stephanie are nowhere in sight, and for a moment Bruce is alarmed, but then he spots them at the stage and relaxes. Duke must have won his high jump—he stands on the highest podium, and even from here Bruce can tell he’s grinning—and Stephanie is clicking away on the school camera next to the official photographer.
As he watches Stephanie turn the camera backward and attempt to take a selfie with Duke, there’s a tap on his thigh. Bruce extends his hand without looking and grasps the hand that interlocks with his, pulling Jason up with ease.
Bruce glances at Jason, and notes how he squints against the glaring afternoon. “Remember to reapply your sunscreen when you get back.”
Jason rolls his eyes. “Not everyone is ghost-white like you.”
“You do not have to be ghost-white to get skin cancer.”
Jason grumbles, but when Bruce raises an imperious eyebrow at him, he raises his hands in surrender. “Fine. Whatever you say, boss.”
“Good. And, Jay...” Bruce reaches out, tentative, and puts a hand on his shoulder. “I meant it. You did terrific.”
Jason beams, bright enough to outshine the day, and something in Bruce’s chest uncurls into warmth.
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musicalchaos07 · 2 months
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Hi hello I am having many thoughts about Jonathan fighting again.
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moominsuki · 5 months
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about your recent post, could u recommend any fic with the “bakugo and you travel to the future” trope?
@bfbkg has a some tags going for this trope!! but i will be writing something on this so if u guys have any ideas lmk
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shakedog · 4 months
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literally the only good thing about seasons 6-8 was the new wig they gave rory. with the lil curls.
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rainee-chu · 7 months
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How I feel living off of the same narnia panels knowing he probs won’t show up anytime soon..
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wizardnuke · 6 months
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i do have to say i think that the house of hope run is my favorite part of the whole game
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kenmakaashi · 8 months
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POBRECITOOOOOOOOOO MY BOY NICK
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deathxproof-archive · 9 months
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The Master’s stupid little vending machine TARDIS lands in the back woods past the broken part of the fence behind Rory Williams’ house. Missy - or the Master - or the Mistress, or — they’re regenerating, and regenerating fast.
Rory Williams, on the inverse, is maybe about 10. He’s a little 10 year old girl who’s been stuck sick in bed, and goes to investigate a crash late at night while his parents sleep, and this isn’t a cruel story about the Master killing a kid. More so it’s a sad and blunt turn of events where Missy is half-regenerating, half in a state setting up a chameleon arch in a smoked up TARDIS with the door wide open. Where an already sick child is having an asthma attack for getting too curious, and there is no way to help. There is no plan. And it would give Rory more life to live, wouldn’t it? It wasn’t about saving a child. It could be about saving a child. But it was convenient, just like it was convenient to use the last bit of the Master’s effort to have Rory Williams tuck himself into bed before being suffocated by a fobwatch.
The point is that after that, Amy and Rory don’t really question why they discover an old vending machine out back of Rory’s house while they’re playing games. It also takes them about 3 more years to question why, without fail, if one of them knocks on the front of it it produces whatever snack or drink they want the most. Even then, they sort of just leave it alone more than anything else. Funny old thing, though.
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perenlop · 1 year
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another weird point about reborn is when they revealed that cal was abused by his brother and hes scared of being like him and then they show his brother and hes like. a gamer bro who says noob all the time and is a walking meme but youre still expected to take his abuse 100% seriously. did i mention that in postgame he gives a half assed apology after offscreen development and cal forgives him with little effort bc him being resentful of his abuse was painted as evil?
i have to emphasize that reborn advertises itself as a “complex and mature story that the mainline games can’t comprehend”
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demonsfate · 1 year
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Ohhh boy. Someone else on reddit pointed out the symbol stuff as well. I wonder if it's just a reference or if it means something? It'd certainly be interesting if Ogre returns now that Jun is back as well. I'm not so sure about Azazel? But I wouldn’t be surprised either. Add the fact that Heihachi is allegedly "missing" 👀 I need that game now!
THANK YOU. for looking at reddit for this stuff 'cos I refuse to go there. xD BUUUT. I dunno... Azazel is brought up a few times. 1) Jin's bio brings him up. 2) Altho haven't made an appearance in T8 yet, Zafina's arm still possesses Azazel's spirit. 3) Again, the clip on Kaz's tie resembles Azazel quite a bit. And with this game possibly being the end of the Mishima saga... it could end with a bang! But wait...
WHAT DO YOU MEAN HEIHACHI'S "MISSING"!?
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wayfarerxiii · 2 years
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this is a Shire Appreciation Post
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vanibear · 2 years
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just played SO much kingdom hearts3. like almost 7 straight hours .i mean idk if thats a lot but like its a lot for me i think. Amazing what adderall does for a girl
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5hrignold · 15 days
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i gotta say all the content and genuine discussion around gwimbly and james is really making me appreciate and think about all the secondary/background characters and clients more than i ever did before. and its also kind of happening with allan too ive been also thinking about him as well. i already said this but the season literally could not come out for another 2 years and i would be fine like it hasn’t even released and it’s already doing so much for the show
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lawrencegarte · 7 months
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kind of clicking for me just now that aki is only like. 19 or 20. like he’s really young huh. lying on the floor about that as we speak
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