#cat wants revenge against his teacher

[subhumanself]

i love. making little guys who have something to do with revenge. somehow it's a theme within my characters.

#gala wants revenge against her father #cat wants revenge against his teacher #kimias wants revenge #virran got his revenge #this persnaps is a reflection on me #(it's 10000000% a reflection lmao) #johnny.txt

[nayadefenix]

Now it's a serious matter, I wanted to share with you, about Bullyng, but before you ask, no the haters left me alone, but an annoying thing has been happening lately in Brazil and all over the world, and the fact that the victim of Bullyng retaliates against the aggressions by commenting massacres avenging in a wrong way. There are some cases where people are involved in these cases who agree with the ideas of a certain German man from 1945, well, this was shown on Brazilian television. So, if you have been bullied, tell your parents, teachers and school directors, if they ignore it or do little to learn about self-defence, don't seek revenge, don't access bad websites or groups with bad messages, parents, be more attentive to your children, watch their purses, mobile phones, teach them to respect others by not making fun of anyone, participate in your child's school life.

Those who do this should know that it's not funny, it's not nice to hurt people, they can even take their own life or freak out and end yours. this is childish and wrong, so be careful and pay attention to your surroundings. because nowadays parents send their children to school and then pick them up at the funeral home ;-;

Omissive parents who prefer to stay on their mobile phone screens instead of welcoming their child, if their child comes home and says "Dad, I'm having problems at school" or "I'm tired of school" they say "What are you tired of? You don't do anything, you just study!" or "Problems? I'm the one who has to work and put food on the table" and so on. I'm a victim of bullying and I didn't get much support, but the aunts at the schools tried to help me and punished the aggressors, but they didn't follow through because their parents were all over them. It's horrible not to be welcomed and horrible to be humiliated and to stop doing something you love.

Now comes the bombshell: they blame video games for making young people violent, and I'm like, what? the first rejection occurs in the home where we should be listened to, counselled and heard, it seems that parents don't care about their children's education these days.

And to make matters worse, the after-effects are lifelong, so don't do it, if you see someone practising it, stay away from them and tell the headmaster or teacher at school. it's horrible!

be careful family, don't practise this no one is better than anyone else, if you have a colleague who is quietly isolated in his room be attentive to him, don't reject him. be careful schools nowadays are only for God!

@imjustthatweird

@ijumpbridges

@chemsart

@arson-jellyfish69

@who-is-this-weirdo

@cupinho

@supergalatic-cat

@anonimas-nominadas

#brasil #no bullyng #stop bullying #bullying

[straightfacedstrangeness]

If the Dragon Ball wiki isn't going to give me any Puar trivia, then *cracks knuckles* it's Excessively Long Headcanon Time

First, between watching 3 different dubs of 3 different parts of the franchise recently that all referred to Puar as she/her (in Japanese apparently Puar has a female actor but uses a typically masculine "I" pronoun and is addressed with a typically masculine honorific—and has been declared male by Toriyama in an interview—so I dunno if the English translators just assumed gender based on voice or if Puar so rarely speaks about themself / is so rarely directly spoken to that the pronouns and honorific only came up after the translator had already declared them female)...I've been like "Puar as a boy is cute...but Puar as a girl is ALSO cute..." so I'm headcanoning them on the nonbinary spectrum to have the best of both worlds XD [I mean this affectionately and not transphobically, so please let me know if I should rephrase this]

Since all we get of Puar's backstory besides Transformation Kindergarten is "Puar hatched from an egg," headcanon that they grew up in the wild somewhere, separated from their birth parents and constantly fearing for their life because of all the local predators. One day Puar was rescued from danger by a former student of the Transformation Kindergarten who took a liking to Puar and decided to bring them there, so they could at least defend themself by shapeshifting into scary forms to frighten their enemies or into bug forms too tiny to be caught.

There, though, Puar was mercilessly bullied by Oolong, who made everyone's life hell until he was finally kicked out (his parents had sent him there thinking that "Transformation Kindergarten" was a finishing school that would fix his bad behavior). This treatment only increased Puar's resolve to master transformation and have a way to defend themself, and they graduated at the top of their class. They were tempted to live quietly in peace at the school and become an instructor, but wanted revenge against Oolong and went out into the world to find him (correctly assuming that Oolong would still be up to no good) and Bring Him To Justice.

Unfortunately, the world outside the secluded school was still dangerous and Puar's shapeshifting abilities weren't as helpful as they'd been promised. Pretty soon after leaving, they were captured by some anthro animal gangsters who for several weeks forced Puar at gunpoint to use their ability for the gangsters' benefit. Yamcha, who only saw a bunch of big guys kicking around a tiny sorta-cat child, swooped in and came to the rescue with a dashing grin and hair blowing dramatically in the wind, and for Puar it was love at first sight. They swore undying allegiance to Yamcha, who was initially like "Uh...that's a bit much," but agreed to take Puar in after realizing how useful Puar's shapeshifting would be for banditry. (Puar, to his dying day, will never realize the irony of being forced to shapeshift to commit crimes only to be rescued and then excitedly volunteer to shapeshift to commit crimes.)

When they go off to live at Capsule Corp, Puar has a strong affection for Bulma's parents and considers them parent-like (also having parental feelings for the teachers at Transformation Kindergarten), but has latched onto Yamcha so hard that they've mentally adopted Yamcha's (long-dead) parents as their own, and fantasizes so hard about what it would've been like to grow up with Yamcha that sometimes they'll mention a daydream memory in conversation and Yamcha's like "??? I didn't meet you 'til I was 14??" and Puar has to hastily come up with an excuse for what they said.

Again, Puar's been madly in love with Yamcha since the moment they met, but they're asexual and thought romantic love = desire for sex so they didn't understand that it was love until many years later when they not only learned about asexuality, but finally connected the concept to their own experience and specific feelings for Yamcha. (In the meantime, they'd been aggressively pushing for Yamcha and Bulma to get together and stay together, with the idea that that was what would make Yamcha happy and Puar would do ANYTHING to make Yamcha happy.) But the realization just made things worse because then they had to deal with the thoughts that Yamcha only ever dated human women and therefore probably wouldn't see Puar romantically and even if he did he'd probably want to Do Stuff that Puar might not be comfortable with and angst angst angst angst aaaangst. They couldn't talk to Bulma about it cus they didn't want to get between her and Yamcha, and was terrified of talking to Oolong about it since Oolong would surely make fun of them or tell Yamcha out of spite (Oolong having spent the previous years nonstop teasing Puar about having a crush on Yamcha, which was easier to take when Puar sincerely thought it wasn't true).

Eventually they do confide in Oolong, and Oolong DOES make fun of them at first ("You're in love with Yamcha? This is supposed to be NEWS??") and absolutely cannot comprehend the concept of asexuality, but backs off when it's clear that Puar is genuinely upset, partly cus Oolong also understands how hard it is to be obsessively in love with a human who's only attracted to other humanoids (Bulma). He still teases Puar sometimes, but also takes any opportunity to try to wingman Yamcha into dating Puar, to Puar's horror. (Fortunately Yamcha never picks up on the subtext and is just like "Well yeah, sure I'll take Puar to the movie if they want to go? I mean of course Puar's gonna come live with me, they're my little buddy?")

After recovering from the world-ending trauma of the Buu Saga, Puar finally confesses to Yamcha in an extremely shoujo "It's okay if you don't like me back, but I want you to know" way, and Yamcha's surprised and says "I don't like you that way" but is extremely cool with it, Puar is massively relieved, and they continue on as even closer friends.

ALSO: headcanon that the hardest part of learning to shapeshift is the actual act of shapeshifting, of imagining what you want to be in 3D and willing your molecules into that shape. The part that Oolong missed when he was kicked out of school was the ability to increase your endurance and improve your concentration, which is about increasing your body's stamina through exercise (since it's physically taxing to rearrange yourself into and maintain a foreign shape) and controlling your mental state through meditation (so you can calmly and easily maintain the form in the back of your mind while consciously focusing on other things, instead of having to concentrate hard on staying in your chosen shape). Oolong doesn't know about this, just that Puar can maintain a form longer and transform more times in a row than he can. He tried going back to school but had been blacklisted for life, and Puar refused to teach him, knowing he would probably use it for evil (at minimum, to get dates with girls who aren't into pigs).

#dragon ball #puar #yamcha #oolong #headcanon

[camthesolemnone]

The History Of Cam’s Most Prevalent Gay Ships

I decided, just for fun and so you guys can get to know me better, I made a little compilation of my gay ships from numerous fandoms that were the most impactful on me. I also included a little description of why I ship/shipped them in the event that you have no idea who the characters are. Enjoy!

Kenichi and Takeda - Kenichi The Mightiest Disciple

My first ever gay ship and the one that started my obsession with queer shipping in general! I might be one of the only people who ship Kenichi and Takeda, as Kenichi The Mightiest Disciple is an obscure enough show as it is, but it also doesn’t help that they both have female love interests. Their friendship though is something truly special: Kenichi saves Takeda from falling off a building even while they were still enemies, Takeda has swooped in to save Kenichi’s butt on several occasions, and when Kenichi finds out that the gang he’s up against has beat up Takeda, he becomes an incredibly speedy demon who’s only purpose is to get revenge on the gang for what they did to his best friend. Underrated as hell! Love them!

Germany and Italy - Hetalia

That’s right everyone, I had a cringy Hetalia phase. But for real, these two have so much evidence drawing them together. Hell, Germany even gave Italy flowers and proposed to him (granted, he misunderstood Italy’s advances on Valentines day but still). My favorite moment involving them would actually be in Germany’s character song Ich Liebe when he nervously asks Italy if he wants to come over to his place for tea and cake. The day that it is revealed that Germany is the Holy Roman Empire, if that day ever comes, will be a mega win for us GerIta fans.

Phoenix and Edgeworth - Ace Attorney

A classic gay ship amongst gamers. As Game Grumps once said, the only reason you’d become a lawyer just to see someone again is if you wanted the marry the person. Sure they’ve had their ups and downs, particularly with Mile’s fake suicide note, but they managed to restore their friendship in the end and continue on as passionate court lovers rivals. The whole “Unnecessary feelings” quote is always the first thing I point to when outlining evidence for this pairing. It’s not really a surprise that this is the number one most popular Ace Attorney ship, especially in Japan. Phoenix and Edgeworth have chemistry for days!

Dimitri and Dedue - Fire Emblem Three Houses

I use the image above a lot for them, mainly cause it’s one of the few images from the game featuring the both of them that I could find (y’know, cause I don’t want to be an art thief), but it also highlights one of the sweetest and most convincing scenes for Dimitri and Dedue’s romantic relationship. Dedue hardly ever blushes, and the way he says Dimitri’s name is just so soft and reverent. I’ve seen so many fics featuring this pair that melt my heart because they just care about each other so much. Dedue is constantly worrying over Dimitri’s health while Dimitri wants Dedue to stop putting his life at risk for him. They both give love frequently but struggle to receive it, which makes them such an endearing dynamic for me.

Aizawa and Hizashi - My Hero Academia

Erasermic my beloved. The pure sunshine versus gloomy trope is always a fun one, and I can totally see how these two have captivated the hearts of MHA fans. Childhood friends, grew up to become teachers at the same school, there are many little moments that display Hizashi’s concern for Aizawa. These two deserve to raise Eri together. There isn’t much more I can say that the fandom hasn’t already yelled about, so I’ll leave it at this: Cats! Cats everywhere!

Aziraphale and Crowley - Good Omens

With season 2 on it’s way, Ineffable Husbands fangirls like myself are hoping that Neil Gaimen will do something with Az and Crowley after stating on multiple occasions that, while not gay because angels and demons don’t have genders, they are in love. The thing that really sells me for them is the softness and subtly of it all. Not all couples in Hollywood need to make out or have sex to demonstrate that they have meaningful bonds, and Aziraphale and Crowley embody this. The way Crowley uses pet names, how lovestruck Aziraphale looks when Crowley saves his books from the destroyed church, the way they look and toast to each other at the end of the show, all of these moments and more are just so beautiful.

Heavy and Medic - Team Fortress 2

With these two being the focus of my blog, I’d have to be insane not to include them here. Heavy and Medic have been living rent free in by head since 2020, and any of my close friends can back that statement up. I have spent hours dumping headcanons on my buddy Frisk, but in terms of actually canon stuff, one look at the infamous Heavy/Medic evidence masterlist by heaviscislit will make you go, “They ARE married, right? At least boyfriends?” Well the answer is sadly no, not yet, because even if Robin Downes says “I love you Heavy!” on stream, no one will accept them as being canon unless Valve themselves says so. And so, we lament.

#shipping #Kenichi the mightiest disciple #hetalia #ace attorney #Fire Emblem Three Houses #my hero academia #good omens #tf2

[llpodcast]

(Literary License Podcast)

BATMAN: The Animated Series

 Robin’s Reckoning Part 1

 During a fight with some gangsters at a construction yard, Batman and Robin learn the name of their boss: Billy Marin. While Robin looks forward to going up against Marin, Batman becomes distant, and after a falling out at the Batcave, Batman doesn't allow Robin to accompany him on the search for Marin. Robin investigates on the Batcomputer, and soon realizes that Billy Marin is not the boss' real name. Rather, it is an alias of Tony Zucco, the man who killed his parents (which Batman already knew, but chose not to tell Robin).

 Robin’s Reckoning Part 2

 Angered by Batman's deceit, Robin sets out to find Tony Zucco on his own, all the while plagued by the memories of his parents' death and how Bruce took him in as his own son. Eventually, Batman manages to find Zucco at an old amusement park, but breaks his leg during the fight. Robin finally arrives and prepares to kill Zucco in revenge.

 Night of the Ninja

 A mysterious ninja is robbing Wayne Enterprises subsidiaries, and Batman discovers that the ninja is actually his equal in combat. A grudge against Bruce Wayne and skills to match him can only mean one person: Kyodai Ken, an old rival of Wayne's teacher from his days in Japan, and who was thrown out of the dojo after attempting to rob it, only to be stopped by Wayne. Ken, it turns out, wants revenge.

  Cat Scratch Fever

 Batman must stop Roland Daggett's plan to release a viral plague designed by Professor Milo into Gotham by way of its stray cat population. The case gains new urgency when Catwoman becomes infected with the virus during her search for her missing cat, Isis. Now, Batman must find an antidote to save the woman who loves him most.

Opening Credits; Introduction (1.29); Episode One Robin’s Reckoning Part 1 & 2 (22.52); Episode Two:  Night of the Ninja (42.33); Episode Three:  Cat Scratch Fever (53.20); Favourite Character (1:06.58); Favourite Episode (1;13.41);Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel (1:20.08); Closing Credits (1:21.00)

 Opening Credits– Batman Animated Theme by Danny Elfman.  Copyright 1992 Warner Music 

 Closing Credits:  Boy Wonder, I Love You by Burt Ward and Frank Zappa.  Copyright 1966 MGM Records.

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Original Music copyrighted 2020 Dan Hughes Music and the Literary License Podcast. 

 All rights reserved.  Used with Kind Permission.

 All songs available through Amazon Music.

#SoundCloud #music #Literary License Podcast #Entertainment

[ruleroflimbo--a]

Illyana bio

« Halston Sage, 25, she/her, Marvel comics » ∙∙ loading case file for Illyana Rasputina. known aliases, if any: Magik. current location: new york, new york.  current occupation: teacher. she is known to be strong and emotionally distant, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: x-men.

Trigger warnings: kidnapping, child abuse mention, death mention, death, murder

Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina was born on a farm in Russia to Nikolai Rasputin and Alexandra Rasputina. The first few years of her life was relatively normal, at least until her brother Piotr’s mutant powers manifested. Piotr moved to the United States to attend Xavier’s, a school for mutants, and became part of the X-Men. When she was five years old she was kidnapped as leverage against her brother and the X-Men, they rescued her and she stayed in the states at Xavier’s with her brother. 

She only stayed at Xavier’s for a year until she was lured to a hell dimension known as Limbo by the current ruler Belasco. Some of the X-Men travelled to Limbo to try to get her back, even having help from a Storm and Shadowcat from another universe. In their universe Illyana had escaped from Limbo while the X-Men stayed behind. For Illyana it went the opposite way, the X-Men returned to earth while Illyana remained in Limbo. 

In Limbo Illyana’s soul was used to create bloodstones by Belasco as he hoped to free the Elder Gods of Limbo. The creation of the bloodstones gave Illyana magical powers while also turning her into part demon, a dark side of herself she’s always struggling to control. During her first year in Limbo the alternate universe Ororo taught her light magic, hoping Illyana would become strong enough to defeat Belasco. Cat, the alternate universe version of Kitty, disagreed with Illyana learning magic, believing all forms of magic was evil, and so she took Illyana away from Ororo’s sanctum. 

For the next few years Illyana travelled across Limbo with Cat, learning how to fight and how to survive in the hell dimension, until eventually they went to confront Belasco. During the confrontation the alternate universe Nightcrawler, who’d become loyal to Belasco, was killed by Cat. They failed to stop the demon lord though and Cat was turned more demonic than she already was and became loyal to Belasco, while Illyana became his apprentice. 

As Belasco’s apprentice Illyana learned much about dark magic and eventually created the second bloodstone, her mutant powers of teleportation also manifested during this time. Because of the bond created between them with the first bloodstone Illyana found it hard to go against Belasco as she wanted him to be proud of her and love her, and because there were severe consequences if she failed to meet his expectations, but when he was about to sacrifice Ororo’s soul to the Elder Gods Illyana made the impossible choice to kill her instead. Angered by Illyana’s actions Belasco banished her from the citadel and suppressed her mutant powers. Illyana was left alone in the wastelands of Limbo, though Belasco has also made it so she couldn’t die, no matter how cold, hungry or exhausted she was. 

At one point Illyana accepted what it was she really wanted, revenge, and used the last of her energy to create a sword out of her own soul. The Soulsword shattered the bond and illusion created by the bloodstones and reactivated Illyana’s mutant powers. Armed with her new sword she fought Belasco and won, however she chose her humanity over killing him and he fled from Limbo. She returned to earth shortly after and found no time had passed for the X-Men who had tried to rescue her but Illyana was now almost fifteen years old rather than six.

After her return from Limbo Illyana struggled with her demonic side, at times losing control and as a result most other mutants were afraid of her. She also found it hard to balance being the new ruler of Limbo and wanting nothing to do with the place. She trained to be able to use her magic on earth and how to use it without her demon side taking over. Her power of teleportation combined with her magic and soulsword made her a force to be reckoned with and a great asset to both the New Mutants and the X-Men.

Illyana completed her studies at Xavier’s while working with the New Mutants and X-Men. Even deciding to remain at Xavier’s to teach after she finished school. She kept going on missions with both teams but she also had a habit of going off on her own when it was something involving demons or Limbo. One day she underestimated her opponent, a powerful demon and magic user who’d come to earth via Limbo. Illyana had to use all of her power in order to defeat him, and she succeeded but at the cost of her own life. 

Three years after her death she was brought back to life, unknown to her Belasco brought her back. She started spending more time in Limbo and taking her position as queen over the dimension more seriously as maybe if she had done so before she could have prevented the demon from reaching earth. She’s been back for almost a year but spent most of that time in Limbo and is now trying to readjust to being back on earth and keeping her demon side in check.

#about illyana #bio #kidnapping tw #child abuse mention tw #death mention tw #murder tw

[lolita-lollipop]

Yay! Requests are open!!! Can I request platonic yanderes demons Erasermic who both adore and are friends with this one human, and one day, she accidentally calls them "dad" but runs away in embarrassment while Mic and Aizawa are like "yay we're gonna adopt this kid" and they adopt her but Reader's so confused about what's going on and just wants to go home.

Hope that made sense!

Not This giving me ptsd about that one time I called my second grade teacher mom.

SOFT PLATONIC YANDERE DEMON ERASERMIC X READER

You didn’t mean to make friends with a bunch of demons… well. You kinda did, but you didn’t expect it to last long, you’d been kindof expecting one of them to all of a sudden lash out and splatter you across the dirt. Not that you would really hate that… but it still scares you. You’d just met them one day, wandering a little too far into the forest, exactly going against your mothers words. You didn’t even notice the line of salt you stepped over , too mesmerized by the trees, and how beautiful it all looked. It wasn’t until later, when you’d been morbidly lost, and heard some very unsettling screams from the nearby wooded areas.

And the idiot y/n you are, your immediate reaction was to check it out, go close to the imminent danger why don’t you. Really one of these days you’re gonna get killed because of it. Your life seems to have no meaning to you, and someone was clearly getting hurt.

So you ran, and you ran fast, towards whatever, whomever was making these noises. And you ran and you ran and ran and ran and ran. Just to be met with nothing, you’d reached the actual place of said noises, and nothing, no noises, no screams, no dying people, nothing. Which was almost a relief, but also, you’d just gotton yourself more lost.

“Oh? What’s this?” A figure behind you questioned, you jumped back quickly, pulling out the small pocketknife you carried with you, and turned around as fast as you could. Shivers went down your spine when you did. No one was there.

“What the hell… who- whos there” you hissed out, swiveling around with the junior, trying to make sure you hadn’t missed a blind spot, or catch the figure behind you. To no avail, it was like a blind cat chasing a nonexistent mouse, there was no one around, you were left wondering if this was all a hallucination.

“It looks like a little human? Doesn’t it. Now what’s a little thing like you doing all the way out here?” The figure piped up again, you couldn’t tel where it was coming from this time. It made your ears ring, it was coming from all around you. You left his question unanswered, they could see you through the trees. Through the sky’s, through the earth they were bound to. No one had ever been brave enough to come here, not since the banishing that took place thousands of years ago.

You didn’t smell of rage, of fury. You didn’t smell like you were here for revenge for your fallen brother, or father. You just smelled of fear, of confusion, of uncertainty. You were so small, you looked breakable, like many other humans though, so it wasn’t excessively special. But you- you felt so good, they could feel your body heat agaunts the crisp earth, could feel how you felt. You felt so familiar. And they couldn’t even point out why.

“Well that isn’t all that nice- ignoring me I mean. How about you come a little closer- we don’t bite” instead of doing hay he said, hou backed up, not exactly knowing which way “closer” was. Just to be tripped, by a very conveniently placed vine. On your way down you trapped a tree to stop your fall, only to do nothing but break some rope tied around it, you still fell hard.

The voices went absolutely silent for a moment. Then you heard a gasp, this time you could tel where it was from. Right behind you.

“That was certainly easy, now wasn’t it sweetheart?” It- no he spoke. You hadn’t realized there were two of them just by their voices , but now you could clearly see them. Not human, they weren’t human, there was absolutely no way. They were too beautiful, but it wasn’t youthful, or in any way mortal, it was an unsettling beauty, it looked like they were fake, lke they were nothing but hallucinations.

The yellow haired one smiled, more of a smirk than anything. And approached closer, you backed up alongside, only to be met in the back with trees that weren’t there before, you didn’t fall this time though, only stayed trap in the cage. No one had ever been able to break the bond, no one had ever been able to break that rope, no one had ever freed them. You were special, you were special. You weren’t powerful, yet you could break the one thing they never could. It has to be for a reason that tiny little you. You could remember this moment liek you could remember the back of your hand.

“Well. Darling… thanks for freeing us” the man- thing smiled, and frappes you hand, placing a little kiss to the top of it.

And from there… it’s history

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You put the apple in your mouth, tearing off its skin while the other two watched. They tee the apples, kept them sweet all throughout winter, and were currently tearing at you like an excited puppy wiat ting for praise. You chewed it for a moment, then smiled at them. Over the past few years youd gotton to know these two significantly well, their pasts, their lack of human contact for the past thousand years, their banishment from society during the witch trials. And they’d grown to both know, and like you. They’re ere right about their special instinct at first glance, you were special.

You were so young, so very young, just around .1 of both of their ages, you were small, and fragile, and young, yet you seemed so mature, you had a pure, kind, heart and never judged them for their inhumane origin. They lived that about you, they saw you as a baby, as a child that acted older than she was. Doesn’t mean they don’t respect you, after all, you were the one to free them from their cage on the earth.

You rammered on and on about your day outside the border, neither of them truly listened, human matters felt so minimal, but they feighned attention for you, they never even wanted you to leave here, that way they could always protect you, sometimes they would hold you until you fell asleep, just so you won’t leave them.

The two really hadn’t noticed you getting up from your spot; and trying to grab your bag, usually an indication that you were going to leave. You only kept your hiking stuff in that bag, meaning you were gonna start hiking away soon. It was caught on a root though. And wouldn’t budge, you pulled and pulled, losing sight of the long forgotten apple core.

“Hey dad? Can you help?” You questioned, not realizing what you had said. You just kept tugging on the backpack, almost ripping the straps in the process… wait… did you just call Aizawa dad? You coudlnt seem to remember, so you were just internally panicking at the fact.

Oh god

You did call him dad

Oh no

“Dad? Sweetheart- you know what- yeah I’ll help” he smiled at the name, humans call their fatherly figures “dad” or “daddy”, it was an odd tradition , but he found it oh so adorable. And god was it cute that you had finally thought of him as a fatherly figure. He knows about your past with your father, that man was not one of the good humans, in fact, Aizawa would kill him himself if he wasn’t already dead. The other demon, hizashi, just stared in awe, shocked at how calm Aizawa was.

Thsi is what they’d been working at! Treating you ever so tenderly, keeping you safe, protecting you! It was all for you! And now you reciprocate their feelings, fathers and daughter, parents and child, baby and father. It’s just so perfect!

You stood flustered for a moment, in that moment Aizawa came up behind you and yanked the bag off of the root, ripping one of the straps in the process. when you’d fully taken in the fact of what you’d just said, you turned red as a baboons butt, and snatched your bag from his hands. In your embarrassment you ran off on some random direction, frazzled at your state.

The moment you left, mic was jumping into hysterics. He paced around and flailed his arms, that was the sweetest, most adorable thing ever! You should’ve seen your face!

“OHMY ABSOLUTELY FUCKING GOD. DIS YOU HEAR THAT? she’s literally the most precious thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. “

“You have to think though, how naive does she have to be to find fatherly affection… from two demons?”

“Pretty naive. Too naive. I think it’s gotton worse since we’ve met her, has she learned nothing from us?” He asked the rhetorical question, musing aloud about either your sheer innocence, or stupidity, likely the ladder. He soon hushed his mate, or, in human terms his husband, knowing you would what this. And get more embarrassed, he wasnt trying to make you feel ha did course! You we’re just so precious.

“She can’t go out alone. Not anymore- no not anymore” hizashi remarked, imagining the horrors that might befall you, you were stupid enough to trust a literal demon. The ones known for deceiving humans into sighing their lives away or some shit. You certainly weren’t tough enough to handle this cruel world, that’s why you need them!

“You’re right you’re right. Whaddya say? Nows as good a time as ever-“ Aizawa questioned, imagining you arriving to your home now, all flustered and bundled up,cute. He’s waited years and years to have a someone, someone to take care of instead of murder, or bring pain to, or deceive. Both him and his husband have waited so long for this. So very long. With a small flick of his finger, and a cloak around their shoulders, the two prepared to take their first steps in a very long time… outside of the barriers.

Not for nothing, not to burn down the town next door. But to retrieve you, and take you here, make you theirs.

Forever

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I’m really sorry that this sucks so bad, I’m trying to get over a writing block right now. I know it’s really bad

Thank you for requesting! And reading! It was a little hard for me to write since I didn’t really know what to do but I hope this turned out okay!

Have a great day today’s goodbye!

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Blackbonnet AU Rec List 

[Which in no way is comprehensive or cumulative of all the wonderful fics that are written by the fandom. But I do think more AUs need to be written - because I'm biased and more of these need to be read and loved because they're absolutely wonderful]

A Night At Blackbeard's Bar and Grill [T]

The manager at the new restaurant Stede is trying to review is being kind of a dick. A certain member of the waitstaff, however, takes a bit of a liking to him.

Count The Headlights On The Highway [T]

When Stede Bonnet releases a chart topping cover of an old Scalawags song, Ed is more taken with it than he'd like to admit. After Calico Jack starts twitter drama over the "destruction of real music," Ed finds himself in the unusual position of having to apologize to Stede in person.  From the series: You'll Marry A Musical Man

Queen Anne's Revenge [G]

Stede Bonnet, a middle-aged divorcee, has to use any chance he gets to get into his adolescent daughter’s good books. Such an opportunity presents itself when Alma persuades her father into going to a gig played by Queen Anne’s Revenge - the hottest rock band these days. The night becomes decidedly more interesting when Stede meets a stranger in a black leather jacket.

Bonnet's Eleven [T] [WIP]

Stede Bonnet has a plan. One that he's definitely-sort-of-mostly thought through. After all, how hard can a museum heist actually be?

There's A Giant Grey Cat In Mr Bonnet's House [G] [WIP]

Stede's online class gets more interesting when his students think he has a big grey and grumpy cat and all that because his leather wearing badass husband who runs a cool restaurant with gift shop, beats cops, and is allergic to cats somehow suddenly develops a camera shyness and tries every way possible to not show himself to Stede's class even when necessary.

The View From Student Services [T]

Ellen Conroy meets twelve year old Izzy Hands two weeks into the new school year and spends his year eight becoming familiar with his dad(s) and their connection with Mary, the deputy head.

From the series: A Minivan Called Revenge

The Red Side Of The Moon [M] [WIP]

“I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about. What would a notorious outlaw want with a ranch like ours?” Stede hopped back into the wagon and shook his head. “Besides. This guy working for Blackbeard? What are the odds of that?”

The Adventures of The Gentleman Prostitute! [M] [WIP]

In which Stede becomes a prostitute, is really bad at it, but finds love and family anyway.

On An Aisle In The Sun [T]

In which a group of vendors must work together to give Mary and Doug the best day of their lives - and perhaps fall in love for themselves at the same time.

From the series: Compass Point You Home (Closer To Me)

Awake And Unafraid [E]

There’s a man in Ed’s poetry seminar who equally baffles and intrigues him.

From the series: [Insert Witty College AU Series Title Here]

The Choiceless Hope In Grief [T]

A lighthouse keeper/kraken au.

Running In The Shadow [T]

What if Stede was a kindergarten teacher and all of the crew were little ones?

From the series: Ed and Stede's Adventures in the Modern World with Cats

Is This What They Call A Derby Crush (Knock Seven Bells Out of Me) [T]

No one expects the roller derby AU. Rated T for swearing.

Holy Shit! Cap'n's A Mermaid! [T]

Stede Bonnet was well used to keeping his heritage a secret, he'd kept it successfully for decades, but now, maybe, he could finally show someone who just might care about him.

Marmalade Cake [G]

Stede thinks his new neighbor, Ed, can't cook. He doesn't know that Ed is a Michelin-trained chef.

From the series: Love At First Bite

Catch A Rare Type Specimen [G]

It was dead silent, save the lap of the waves against the shore, and there were few signs of life, other than a kōtare asleep in a mānuka tree some meters off from his spot in the bay, and it was honestly very serene, a peace of mind he had been needing for God knew how long.

Kiss My Lipstick On [M]

Ed stumbles into a drag bar, then a relationship. He might as well fall into a fresh understanding of himself while he's at it.

From the series: Leda House And The Kraken' Verse

Ever Giving [G]

What if Stede was the pilot of the Ever Given when it ran aground and Ed was the Big Boss?

From the series: Ever Given AU

Our Fold Means Death [G]

There is a handsome, heavily bearded gentleman who keeps folding the laundry that’s been left in the communal dryers. Including Stede’s. Even the underthings.

Right To Your Door [T]

Moving into his new flat, Stede Bonnet orders takeaway from Blackbeard's Bar and Grill. He becomes instantly smitten with his delivery driver, Ed.

Our Fashionable Armor [T]

A silk scarf, a copper button, and a pair of warm brown eyes change the course of Ed's entire criminal career.

Visions Of A Life [G]

It isn’t a secret at Queen Anne’s Academy that Stede Bonnet has a big fat crush on the world-famous rockstar known as Edward Teach. To Professor Bonnet, he seems to be just Ed, though. Ed this, Ed that.

Strokes Of Love [T]

Ed Teach: competitive swimmer, and returning college student. Add an interesting new teammate, and it's the perfect recipe for love.

The Bookshop Revenge [T]

Oluwande invites a famous horror author for a book signing. This is great and all but Stede Bonnet does not read horror, he's more of a romance type of man.

Foreign And Exotic Terms Of Endearment [T]

When the new tattoo shop opened down the street, REVENGE painted in the window in a gaudy script, Ed didn’t think much of it.

Seems I Got To Have A Change Of Scene [M]

"There's a piano guy in studio B."

Hometown [G]

No one believes that Stede knows Blackbeard. He's always talking about his "Ed," like he's on a first name basis with the most dreaded pirate in history.

A Mismatch Of Workplace [T]

Working at a mall sucks. Occasionally, though, it does have its benefits.

Love That's Slow [E]

Stede Bonnet is arranged to marry the pirate Blackbeard to forge a peace treaty between pirates and the local nobility that pass through the area. Stede only hopes this pirate turns out to be nice and actually have a head for a head instead of smoke.

How Long Until We Find Our Way (In The Dark And Out Of Harm) [T]

“The gentleman pirate, I presume.”

It had been emblazoned across him, on the left side, for as long as he could remember. Not that it had mattered.

Will You Dance? [T]

Edward Teach (also known as the Kraken to his motorcycle gang) is told his blood pressure is too high and he better start exercising regularly. Turns out dance makes for good exercise. It helps that the dance instructor is the most captivating man he’s ever met.

First Friend [G]

Stede Bonnet likes to be by himself, and luckily, he has the perfect place to do so. On his family's estate, to the East, is a small section of woods - so small it can hardly be called a forest. But what happens when someone else is in his safe place?

From the series: Call It Puppy Love

Around Your Heart in 80 Days [T]

Ed owns a Bar and Grill in a dangerous part of the city. He’s surprised to see a man like Stede in the area, he figures he must be lost. What ensues is a clandestine meeting followed by 80 days of rapidly falling in love.

Get Out Of My Dreams (And Into My Home) [T]

Stede is a merman that saves Ed from drowning.

A Sadness Runs Through Him [M]

Stede Bonnet has a midlife crisis after his divorce, and he leaves his office job in the city and moves to a small coastal town where no one knows him. Here he can start over.

Oh Captain, My Captain [M]

Stede Bonnet starts teaching English in a new school. Blackbeard is the custodian with a past.

Tagging the lovely @smuggsy who wanted some recs <3

#So yeah I might've gone a little overboard #but tbh #all of them are really good #and lean more into the fluffy side and fill my sweetness craving #fic recs #fanfiction #ao3 #Blackbonnet #Blackstede #Gentlebeard #Blackbeard #Stede Bonnet #Edward Teach #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD #long post #also if you've written any of these fics do let me know cause I'll tag u here and I wanna follow u to absorb your genius #again there's tons of fics I haven't read #so if you'd like to rec me some more let me know #god I traversed through 19 pages of fics to make this so yeah

[letterful]

ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION,

or: a few of my favourite poems about dying, being dead, & the ones who are left behind. some melancholic, some upbeat, some morbid, some euphemistic, some sombre, some tongue-in-cheek, some direct, some not, all good. in no particular order:

— “on death, without exaggeration“, wisława szymborska (oh, it has its triumphs, / but look at its countless defeats, / missed blows, / and repeat attempts!) — “the suicide’s room”, wisława szymborska (a lamp, good for fighting the dark / a desk, and on the desk a wallet, some newspapers / carefree buddha and a worried christ / seven lucky elephants, a notebook in a drawer.) — “the letters of the dead”, wisława szymborska (poor dead, blindfolded dead, / gullible, fallible, pathetically prudent.) (can you tell that i’m very fond of wisława szymborska?) — “harlod’s leap”, stevie smith (it may have killed you / but it was a brave thing to do.) — “not waving but drowning”, stevie smith (i was much further out than you thought / and not waving but drowning) — “a meeting”, wendell berry (he has, / i know, gone long and far, / and yet he is the same / for the dead are changeless.) — “the dead”, billy collins (the dead are always looking down on us, they say) — “memory”, hayden carruth (my dear, / how could you have let this happen to you?) — “her long illness”, donald hall (daybreak until nightfall, / he sat by his wife at the hospital / while chemotherapy dripped / through the catheter into her heart.) — “this is a photograph of me”, margaret atwood (the photograph was taken / the day after i drowned.) — “owl song”, margaret atwood (i do not want revenge, i do not want expiation, / i only want to ask someone / how i was lost, / how i was lost) — “the promise”, marie howe (he looked at me as though he couldn’t speak, as if / there were a law against it, a membrane he couldn’t break.) — “aubade”, philip larkin (being brave / lets no one off the grave. / death is no different whined at than withstood.) — “lady lazarus”, sylvia plath (and i a smiling woman. / i am only thirty. / and like the cat i have nine times to die.) — “edge”, sylvia plath (her bare / feet seem to be saying: / we have come so far, it is over.) — “sylvia’s death”, anne sexton (what is your death / but an old belonging, / a mole that fell out / of one of your poems?) — “a curse against elegies”, anne sexton (also, i am tired of all the dead. / they refuse to listen) — “anne sexton’s last letter to god”, tracey herd (i have just lunched with an old friend / saying goodbye and something / ‘she couldn’t quite catch’.) — “ophelia’s confession”, tracey herd (i didn’t drown by accident. it was a suicide. / at least let me call my mind my own / even when my heart was gone beyond recall.) — “tomorrow they’ll cut me open”, anna swir (i have many powers in me. i can live, / i can run, dance and sing. / all of that is in me, but if need be, / i’ll walk away.) — “biology teacher”, zbigniew herbert (in the second year of the war / our biology teacher was killed / by history’s schoolyard bullies) — “dedication”, czesław miłosz (you whom i could not save / listen to me.) — “dirge without music”, edna st. vincent millay (they are gone. / they are gone to feed the roses.) — the rosie probert scene in “under milk wood”, dylan thomas (remember her. / she is forgetting. / the earth which filled her mouth / is vanishing from her.) — “do not go gentle into that good night”, dylan thomas (old age should burn and rave at close of day; / rage, rage against the dying of the light) — “a quoi bon dire?”, charlotte mew (and everybody thinks that you are dead, / but i.) — “myth”, natasha trethewey (you’ll be dead again tomorrow, / but in dreams you live. so i try taking / you back into morning.) — “i watched you disappear”, anya krugovoy silver (are you there? where? / are the others there, too?) — “i am asking you to come back home”, jo carson (my mamma used to say she could feel herself / runnin' short of the breath of life. so can i. / and i am blessed tired of buryin' things i love.) — “the night where you no longer live”, meghan o’rourke (was there gas station food / and was it a long trip) — “condolence”, dorothy parker (but i had smiled to think how you, the dead, / so curiously preoccupied and grave, / would laugh, could you have heard the things they said.) — “death at daybreak”, anne reeve aldrich (i shall pass dawn on her way to earth, / as i seek for a path through space.) — “fear no more the heat o’ the sun”, william shakespeare (golden lads and girls all must, / as chimney-sweepers, come to dust.) — “sonnet xciv”, pablo neruda (don’t call up my person. i am absent. / live in my absence as if in a house.) — “funeral blues”, w. h. auden (the stars are not wanted now; put out every one, / pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, / pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood) — “the drowned children”, louise glück (but death must come to them differently, / so close to the beginning.) — “because i could not stop for death”, emily dickinson (the carriage held but just ourselves – / and immortality.)

#ok to rb! #poetry recs #lit recs #oh happy days! #i'm not a morbid person though; i swear i am not. #but it's been raining and i guess i've been sad so! #should i make another post about poems on being alive? no or no

[sakis-sweets]

Fanfic request:

Something scary (horror, I mean) about Shoku?

Idk..

OH???? i think this is the first time i've ever been asked to write a non-romantic fanfiction. i really didn't expect this. BUT, this should be fun!! i'm just gonna go ahead and saw cw: implied animal death. seriously, this is gonna be a bit fucked up. not like anything else i've written. you've been warned. let's do this

Shoku was having a bad day. As in, the worst day.

Discovering that the girl he'd loved for at least a year had her heart set on someone else had been devastating enough, but then that awful girl had made things even worse. She'd done his homework and then offered to help him win Amai's heart, only to completely and utterly fail at guessing the right things to say and do. The club leader had wrinkled her nose, as if looking at rotten food, and briskly walked away. Shoku could do nothing but bow his head and trudge to his classroom. After that, he'd witnessed Amai give a bento to the boy in his class she'd fallen for, failed a test out of sheer distraction, and then he spilled a bucket full of dirty water during cleaning duty. And, of course, he had to deal with Amai avoiding him during her first club meeting after her temporary absence. Things couldn't have gotten worse, and yet somehow...

Shoku stayed behind after everyone else had left. He needed to relieve the stress of the day, and the best way to cheer him up was some private time with the stove. Experimenting with flavor and texture, perfecting his techniques, and crafting the dish's presentation placed him right into the kitchen of a 5-star restaurant. His headscarf became a toque blanche and his uniform felt like a classic double-breasted jacket. In these few moments, no matter what happened, Shoku was in bliss.

After attempting to perfectly blend savory and sweet in one dish, Shoku looked up at the clock; it was almost six. Teachers would soon peruse the school to make the students leave. Shoku decided to taste-test his creation in the tranquility of the Japanese garden.

He left the school from the back-left door, carrying his food on the most elegant platter he could find. He studied what he'd made as he walked with pride. "I'm glad I managed to salvage the day," Shoku whispered with a smile. "Maybe tomorrow won't be so bad. Especially if this ends up working, since I'd be able to show it to people. I could name it after Odayaka-san as an apology..."

Suddenly, a grey blur darted across the path from the bushes, right where Shoku was about to step. He cried out in alarm, stumbling over himself not to crash into whatever had simply dashed out without warning. He failed to regain his footing, and watched with wide eyes as the platter fell from his hands and shattered against the tiled path. The food was ruined, and he'd probably have to reimburse the school for the broken cutlery. His only hope at comfort had been utterly dashed. He would have to spend his remaining minutes cleaning it up; there was no time to cook anything else. He reached out to pick up a piece of the platter, his shaking fingers immediately getting cut on the sharp edges. "Ow! FUCK!" He quickly drew his hand back. He'd cut the index finger of his dominant hand. It would bother him tomorrow when he tried to cook again. He would see Amai flirting with that other boy tomorrow, and she might still avoid him. His misery wouldn't end.

Snap.

Glaring fiercely, Shoku searched for whatever had caused this tragedy and saw a kitten simply staring at him from the grass. "Are you kidding me?!" he screamed. "Do you have any idea how hard I worked on that? I needed that today, especially today!" The kitten simply stared, as if mocking him. Shoku's eyes narrowed. "I've heard stories about black cats crossing your path symbolizing bad luck. Is that how fucked my life is? A striped grey cat is enough to do the job?!" The cat didn't move.

Shoku wanted his masterpiece back. But more importantly, he wanted revenge. If today was any proof, he was probably already damned. "Hey, kitty," he muttered, "did you know that cat meat is a Vietnamese delicacy? It's supposed to be really healthy..."

The cat stood to attention, arcing its back and hissing. It was fast, but Shoku was faster. The platter remained abandoned on the pathway, and when Shoku returned to his clubroom, he locked the door and drew the curtains.

From her office, Genka briefly imagined hearing a cat's strangled cry.

#yandere simulator #yansim #shoku tsuburaya #fanfic #fanfiction #horror #man this stuff is hard to write without dialogue #but this was only about one character so it didn't have a lot of talking #i was thinking about shoku-related horror ideas and thought of that halloween image of amai serving a plate of human entrails #but i didnt wanna copy it exactly #don't call me out for this yanderedev wanted to kill the kitten too #this is number 4 of the Big Sick oneshots; there's one more in my inbox and its romance i promise #now for our regularly scheduled programming #sorry for the nightmare fuel folks

[fandomsonrequests]

unexpected friend

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: choi san

reader: fem

word count: 5.4k

summary:  fate decided to test this decade long feud between you and choi san

notes: enemies to lovers AU, toxic themes, character death, substance abuse (it’s not explicit) such as alcohol and cigarettes, heavy themes, language, violence 

You had no idea where it started— you just knew that you hated Choi San with every fiber of your being. And unsurprisingly, the feeling is mutual with you.

Maybe it started in kindergarten when he accidentally pushed you to the ground in the game of tag. You got so mad at him, saying that he meant it when he obviously didn’t, calling him stupid because “all boys are stupid.”. Or maybe it started when you knocked over his tower of building blocks as revenge. Or was it when he dipped your pigtails in paint to get back at you? Or maybe the time he spread rumors that you had cooties causing everyone to avoid you like the plague.

Whatever the reason, it spiraled into a childhood rivalry that continued as you grew older. The endless cycle of cat versus dog, taking revenge on one another, followed into grade school, where you reached your horse phase and he reached his gun dam phase. It was inevitable you’d see him again— you both lived in a fairly small town after all.

Petty actions like drawing on the other’s homework turned into stealing each other’s lunches or setting some sort of prank at each other’s seats— whatever your ten-year-old brains could think of. Your screaming matches grew even worse and at one point, you both started throwing punches. The teachers always had to watch you during breaks because eventually, you’d be on top of each other and pulling at each other’s hair.

San had an advantage of course since he took taekwondo, you always ended up as the loser. But in retaliation, you managed to convince your mother to enroll you in some other martial art to protect yourself. And when you won your first little fistfight— you always made sure to lord it over him.

“Hah, you got beat by a little girl! Not so tough now huh potato-head?”

“Shut up horse-face!”

San saw your kindness and charisma towards others as an act. It was your own way of reeling others in to be on your side, gathering some sort of army to help you gang up against him. You on the other hand managed to convince yourself that his cute little dimples and selflessness for others was a facade, You couldn’t believe how many people he’s managed to fool or turn against you. And you’ve always hated him for that. You let it fester as you go through grade school and towards middle school. That hatred you harbored for him was always lit inside you.

Your parents and his were always apologizing to each other during parent-teacher meetings or school events, having to hold you back from jumping on one another. Your dad had given up on the whole thing so he was totally useless; that left you to run to your mother for comfort. Whatever the situation was, at the end of the day, she was always on your side.

“Things will blow over soon. But please, honey, try to stay out of trouble for me?”

So when she died in your junior year of high school, you couldn’t help but feel alone. Your dad had taken to smoking to cope with the loss, marrying a woman who was in love with alcohol while bringing her two hellish twin daughters with her into your home. Things grew miserable for you at home; your dad became a pathetic pushover, letting his new wife run the household. That made you angry— how could he get over your mother so easily? How could he let himself get walked over like that? How could he ignore the way your older step-sisters trampled all over you?

How could he let all this happen?

San’s endless taunting at school didn’t help either. His harmless pranks grew worse as time passed: spray-painting some nasty words on your locker, or setting a bucket of paint on top of the gym doors since you’re always the last one to head out. You’d heed your mother’s words, always doing your best to ignore him. For a while, it had worked and he pestered you less than usual but your mom’s death and the situation at home had triggered something in you, making you snap back. You’d shove his face down into his food during lunch or knock his books down the stairwell whenever you pass by each other. You had even managed to sneak some of the insects from the lab into his gym clothes, causing him to end up with nasty rashes all over his body for a week.

Your physical fights weren’t frequent but they became more violent, with one or both of you having to go to the nurses, holding an ice pack to your busted lips while a piece of gauze was stuck up his bloodied nose. It took several students or even teachers to pull you apart because most of the time no one wanted to jump in and separate you two; it was always so messy with fists and kicks flying everywhere. There was even one point where you both had to go to the hospital for fractured bones. You were both suspended for a week.

Fortunately, things had toned down now that you both were in your final year of high school with the pressure of college and meeting requirements looming over you. Although, neither of you managed to make up. You’d still exchange some foul words but the stupid pranks and fights had simmered down. That never meant you were on good terms though.

But then fate decided to be a little shit and put you in a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in.

Your new biology teacher didn’t seem to be informed about the decade-long feud between you and San. So when she assigned the both of you as partners, you felt your heart drop to your stomach as a sick feeling crawled over you. You wanted to cry and throw up at the same time- that’s just how much you despised him. You both tried to plead with her to change partners but she was as stubborn as a mule, insisting that you two can “sort out your differences” and finish this project as a team.

And now here you were, avoiding each other’s stares despite being sat next to each other. The proximity between you two was suffocating, it made it hard to focus on the project being explained to you by your cruel teacher. Your skin tingles unpleasantly whenever either of you shifted in your seat, your arms just several centimeters away from touching each other. Many thoughts ran through your head on how you can get out of this. But you knew that you had to find some time to work on the damn thing together or else you’d flunk high school— and being stuck in community college, never being able to leave this town, was not worth hitting San at the back of the head and gloating at him.

“You have the rest of the period to plan with each other. Make sure to have your presentation set and ready for next week.” Your teacher says and sits at her desk.

The room was filled with chatter as the students started conversing with each other. Many pairs threw knowing stares at you, worried that you’d be at each other’s throats. Surprisingly you weren’t… at least not yet anyway.

For a while, neither of you said anything to each other. San simply scrolled through his phone hidden under his desk while you organized your final notes. Minutes tick by and the class slowly comes to an end. With a heavy sigh, you decided to swallow your pride and talk to the guy.

You turn to the boy, roughly shoving his knee with yours and he sends you an irritated glare. “C’mon we need to plan for this.” You deadpan, ignoring the look he gave you.

San returned the sigh and pocketed his phone, shifting to face you. “Alright then. So what’s the plan?”

“That’s what we’re supposed to be talking about, dumbass.” You mutter, growing irritated. You clench your fists together in an attempt to keep your calm before continuing. “Anyway, we’re supposed to make some model of the nerve cells then present it.”

San stays quiet for a moment before speaking up. “My sister has some spare clay and wires from her sculpting hobby. I could ask for some.”

“Great. You work on that while I work on the script.” You conclude before going back to your notes.

“Hold on- you’re gonna leave me with all of the hard work?”

“We have the same workload?? I’m making the script.”

“That’s easy- scripts can be finished within a day or something.” San shot back, finding the arrangement you had set, without his consultation by the way, as unfair.

“Then I’ll help you when I’m done. Quit whining like a bitch.” You sigh, having no energy to continue the argument with him.

“Asshat…” He mumbles under his breath, pulling out his phone to text his sister. He expected some sort of retaliation from you but you simply remained quiet. That was odd- considering that you never missed the chance to have the last word in. Maybe you just weren’t feeling it today.

Nevertheless, he ignored you, deciding that it wasn’t worth pestering you at the moment. The bell rings, signaling the end of the class, and you’re immediately up and out of your seat, stuffing your notebook into your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. It almost hits San’s cheek in the process but you were already walking out the door before he could call you out on it.

“Geez…” He huffs and keeps his own things, glaring after you while hoping that time would fly by fast so that the project was done and over with.

~~

A few days have passed by since the biology class. True enough, you’ve finished writing and even printing the script within the day the project was assigned to you. So now you were stuck helping out San with sculpting the whole model. You two would work together at the back of the library after school. Initially the librarian was hesitant about letting the two of you inside given your reputation and all. But when she saw that neither of you were at each other’s throats, surprisingly, she allowed for you to work on it in the library.

Of course you and San still had some disputes— how it’s supposed to be positioned, what shape it’s supposed to take, yadda yadda. But it had never escalated into a full blown argument because it always ended up with you taking the blow of his harsh words. That alone started to concern the boy, you’d always get back at him. But your resigned silence after every quip he threw at you started to worry him. Sure he hated your guts but San wasn’t a nasty person. He knew something was bothering you. But, he never took the initiative to ask what was bothering you; it wasn’t his problem anyway.

~~

A weekend away from Monday aka the day of your presentation. The model was almost done— it just needed a paint job. Since it was a Saturday afternoon, meaning the school was closed, neither of you were able to work at your usual spot. So San decided to just take the whole thing to your home to finish it. Of course he could finish the whole thing himself but he had a party to attend later in the evening, and he didn’t want to miss out on it.

He arrives at your home, model in one hand and a crate of paints in the other. He takes note of the absence of your dad’s and step-sister’s cars in the driveway and assumed that you were all out. He sighs in frustration, hoping that that wasn’t the case. Jogging up to the porch, the boy sets down the crate and rings the doorbell a couple of times, foot tapping against the wooden floorboards as he waits.

When there was no response after a few minutes he tried again, this time ringing the doorbell a bit more frantically. Before he could turn around and head back home after getting no response, he hears frantic footsteps scurrying inside and steps back as the door swings open. There you were, hair looking like a bird’s nest while your week-old cardigan hung off your shoulders. There were dark circles under your eyes and you looked like a hobo who had the opportunity to clean after themselves. In other words: you were a mess.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You snap the minute your hazy mind registers that San was standing at your door.

The said boy snaps out of his own trance and shoves the model in your face. “We need to finish this.”

You stare at the figure in his hand then to the crate by his foot and then to his face that displayed an expectant expression. You sigh and rub your face. “Couldn’t you have finished it yourself?”

“I’m busy later.”

Another sigh leaves you and you step back to let him in. He enters the house, leaving his shoes by the door as he looks around the place. It was a bit messier than he had expected. There were rumpled coats hanging off of the arm of the couch, a small pack of cigarettes and a few bottles of cheap beer on the coffee table. The wallpaper was starting to fade with a few faint stains here and there.

San stays quiet as he follows you through the house, seeing the small stack of dishes waiting to be washed in the sink. He turns back to look at you, finding your silence as unnerving. You only trudged up the stairs, motioning for you to follow him. He expected to see you turn down the hallway and enter one of the rooms but was quite surprised to see you stop by a frayed rope hanging from the ceiling of the hall. You reach up and tug down on it, revealing the ladder towards the attic.

“Don’t tell me you live up there,” San jabs.

“Yeah and what of it?” You grumble, sending him a tired glare over your shoulder before climbing up the ladder.

He was stunned into silence when he realized that you were serious. He bites his tongue and refrains from jeering at you, handing the box of paints to you before climbing up. Several thoughts ran through his mind— why was your room in an attic? And since when did you start smoking and drinking? Was it even yours?

His head pokes into the surprisingly clean but small room. Your bed was pressed up near the slanted wall of the roof, several polaroids of you, your few friends, and your mother plastered along it. On the opposite side was your desk and your wardrobe whose paint was starting to chip off. Several boxes, labeled and not labeled, were pushed to the corner of the room, stacked in a way for them to take up less space.

San looks to you rummaging through your desk, probably finding a brush or something. He wordlessly steps into the room and pulls the rope, closing the trapdoor beneath him. He turns to you again and before he could stop himself, he found himself blurting the question that was plaguing his mind: “What the hell happened to you?”

You turn on your heel, almost knocking over the picture frame of you and your mom. Your hand reached out to steady it before answering San. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that.”

“Why do you live up here?” He motioned to the whole attic space with his arm. “Don’t you have a room downstairs?”

“I do.” You simply say and take the crate of paints, pulling out the needed colors and some paper cups for you to place them in.

When you don’t elaborate, San squats down to your level on the ground and tugs the purple paint tube out your hand. “What happened to it?”

“Why do you care?” You snatch the tube back with a hiss, preparing all the things needed. “It’s none of your business…”

The boy sighs, running a hand through his dark locks. He nibbles at his cheeks, carefully going over what he wanted to say. “...look, _____,” he starts, voice surprisingly gentle. “You don’t have to tell me everything but you don’t have to keep everything in.”

You don’t answer him or make any move to acknowledge what he had said. But you were listening; part of you decided to take down your walls for just a moment and hear what he has to say. And San seemed to sense this because he continues.

“I’m not gonna say that ‘I’m here for you’ and all that crap but, there are people who're willing to listen to you. Whatever you’re going through right now, no matter how big or small it is, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Again, you don’t respond. A moment of silence full of high strung tension passed by. It was only a few seconds but it felt longer than that— especially since you both stopped in what you were doing and stared at the ground or at each other’s hands.

You always hated San but you couldn’t help but sense the sincerity in his words. It’s kind of pathetic but at the moment, his genuinity, the softness of the way he spoke was what you were craving for. At that moment, you just wanted assurance that things will be okay and that whatever you were doing in life wasn’t useless. And the guy you seemed to hate most was offering you that.

Tears prick at your eyes and you hastily brush it away with the sleeve of your cardigan, refusing to show any weakness to your nemesis. But it was hard; once the tears started flowing it was difficult for you to stop. You play it off by finishing up in preparing the paints, suppressing any hiccups or sobs that would escape before eventually giving up and bringing your legs up to your chin, crying into your sweats. Fuck it if San sees.

You curled up into yourself, crying into your pants when you felt a gentle but hesitant hand on your shoulder. You jolt at the touch, seeing San back away quickly. His brows were furrowed in concern and his lips were pursed, almost as if he were thinking about what he was going to say.

“G-go on, gloat,” You hiccup, choking on your tears. “I look like a m-mess anyway…”

You were surprised, and a little bit embarrassed, that he didn’t follow with what you said. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small packet of tissues and handing it over to you. He looked up to your desk, seeing your water container on your desk. He stands up to take it, shaking it to check if there was still some water in it, before placing it by your foot.

“I’m not going to lie, you are a mess,” San says before returning to his previous spot on the floor. “But I guess that’s normal when you’re having a shitty day.”

“More like a shitty life…” You mumble. You chug down the rest of your water, managing to stop your tears as you wipe them away with the tissues. You look up at the boy across you and sigh heavily. “It’s my step-mom,” you say.

“I’m sorry?”

“My step-mom. She made me move up here so that her daughters could take my room.” You explain. “My dad didn’t say anything because he’s a pushover, wasting his life away on cigarettes and the alcohol his wife buys…”

San nods slowly in understanding, finally making sense of what he saw in the living room and kitchen. That explained a lot of things: why you would always faintly smell of alcohol or nicotine a few months after your mother had died. It had honestly shocked him to hear that— your dad and step-mom always looked presentable in public. Your step-sisters were a bit more extravagant but neat nonetheless. The way they talked and carried themselves didn’t seem to indicate that they had any substance addiction.

Thinking back on it, it had also explained why you were so irate and moody almost all the time, leading to you losing some friends in high school as you fell back into yourself or into violence. It was a defense mechanism— you didn’t want to seem vulnerable because at home, you were vulnerable enough.

An idea pops into his head and he promptly stands up, momentarily making you jump from his sudden movement. You look up at him, puzzled. “What?”

“Come with me.”

“What???”

“I said get up and come with me.” San says and actually held his hand out to you.

You look at it skeptically before looking up at him, contemplating about any consequences in following him— if there were any. He wiggles his fingers, impatiently coaxing you to join him and you finally make up your mind. Might as well follow him; you had nothing to lose anyway.

You swat his hand away to get up on your own, mumbling something along the lines that you could get up yourself before straightening yourself out and placing your hands on your hips. He gives a satisfied nod and grabs his shoes to put them on. He then kicks open the trapdoor before heading back down for you to follow.

He returns to the living room with you trailing behind, still wondering where exactly he wanted you to go. When you glance at the clock you see that it’s already 5:30 in the afternoon. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something land by your feet. You whipped your head around to see San pointing at your shoes which he probably threw at you from the door.

“We’re heading out for a while.” He says as he exits your house. You take a moment to process what was happening when he pops his head in. “Come on slowpoke.” He ushers you.

You hastily throw on your shoes, grabbing the house keys hanging by the coat rack, and hop out of the house. You lock the door behind you and approach San who was sitting upon his notoriously loud motorbike. “Where are we going?” You ask, settling down behind him.

Your arms awkwardly flutter beside you, opting to hold onto whatever space was left on your seat. You jump in surprise when you hear and feel the engine roar to life, eliciting an amused chuckle from the boy in front of you. You glare at the back of his head, smacking his shoulder and settling yourself once more.

“Hold on tight,” San tells you as he revs up the motorbike.

“I am.” You argue and strengthen your grip on the seat, shaking the bike a little to emphasize your point.

“No you aren’t.” You feel heat rise to your face when he tutted in annoyance, taking your arms and placing them around his waist. “There you go. See? No harm done.”

You only grumble something in response, making him chuckle to himself. It was a bit strange to see you tame like this. Sure it kind of boosted his ego considering that he managed to make you flustered with just a few words and a simple action but he actually kind of liked it when you weren’t at each other’s throats. He revved up the engine again before taking off and speeding down the road.

The evening breeze is cool as it whips through your hair and brushes against you, sending small goosebumps running down your skin. A small yelp escapes you when San picks up speed, causing your grip on him to tighten. He glanced back at you for a moment before taking the turn that exits the town and towards the road uphill. It led to the small forest that overlooked the city; it was a popular place in town for hiking or camping. You remember going there to play as a kid.

The air gets chillier as you both reach a higher altitude. You unconsciously nuzzle closer to the boy in front of you in an attempt to seek some body heat. The sky grows darker, turning into a deeper blue shade as the night slowly creeps upon the town. Some stars start to peek and settle themselves in the dark blanket of the sky by the time San slows down to a stop. He had stopped by the edge of the forest, a metal railing along the opposite end to keep people or vehicles from falling off the edge.

“We’re here.” San says and looks back at you. “You can let go if you want now.”

At that, you peel yourself away from him and hop off his bike mumbling something about how cocky he was while walking over to the railings. He joins you soon after, keeping a respectable distance from you. None of you say anything at first, simply taking in the view of the city in front of you. Now know why San took you out here: to breathe and clear your mind of things; something that you didn’t know you needed at the moment.

The spot you were in allowed you to overlook the town, seeing the lights from the roads and houses down below. You could spot the water tower in the distance along with the radio tower next to it. As you survey the scene before you, you make out one house in the distance with a multitude of colored lights flashing around it.

“Looks like someone’s having a party.” You muse, finally breaking the silence.

San hums in acknowledgement. “I hope they aren’t missing me.”

It takes a moment for you to understand what he said, perking up when it made sense to you. “So that’s what you meant when you were ‘busy.’” You say as you lightly punch his arm. “You’re such an ass.”

“What? I wasn’t lying; I would’ve been busy.” He defends himself, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah,” You huff. “Busy shoving your tongue down people’s throats.”

A mischievous hum. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Ew no, gross- I’ll pass.”

You share a small laugh together before settling into silence again. It was… kind of cathartic, being able to actually laugh for a long while-even if it was with your longtime nemesis. It was better than crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

You turn to lean your back against the railing, using your arms to support you as you mull over the forest.

“I used to come here a lot as a kid.” You say, managing to capture San’s attention. “Pretended to gallop along the trees like some sort of princess when I was in my horse phase… I would always come home with scraped knees. I was a clumsy kid.”

“Except when you’d throw punches at me,” San interjected, ghosting a hand over his jaw. “You sure knew how to pack a punch.”

You smile apologetically, a sheepish flush on your cheeks, and look over to him. “Well you did deliver some pretty good kicks- I needed to learn how to defend myself.”

San shrugged in agreement. “I guess,” He muses and offers you a small smile, lapsing into silence again. “You know… it’s actually kind of surprising but you aren’t so bad to talk to.”

You nibble at your lower lip at his confession, unsure of what to make of it. When you look up at him, you see that he had inched a little closer to you. He still kept a reasonable amount of space between you two but it was apparent that he wanted to get closer. He drums his fingers against the cool metal of the railing, brows furrowed as he thinks over his next words carefully.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out. “I’m sorry for all the times I’ve been an asshole to you. I know that I’ve hurt you, not just physically, but emotionally too. And I want to apologize for that… I know, words are just words. It won’t do anything to reverse or take back what I’ve done to you then, but please, take it as a first step to making it up to you.”

San decided to meet your watery gaze, his chest clenching at the tears you were trying so hard to hold back. He holds his hand out instinctively, wanting to offer some sort of physical comfort. He stops himself midway, opting to just settle it on the rail halfway from you. “You don’t have to make a decision right here and now. You can still hate me all you want, but I promise to leave you alone from now on.”

You whimper pathetically, finally letting the tears flow down your cheeks. You felt guilt consume you at his apology. Why was he taking the blame for everything? It should be you who was saying sorry. After all,you were just as cruel as him. And thinking back on it, this feud had most likely started with you. You raise a sweater paw to wipe at your tears, sobbing into your hand.

God you were a mess.

“Don’t, don’t blame yourself… I should be apologizing too. It takes two to tango right?” You hiccup, managing to give him a shaky smile. “I could’ve chosen to ignore you or direct my anger elsewhere but I still ended up targeting you at the end of the day…”

“_______, it’s okay—“

“No it’s not.” You hiss. “I’m not just talking about what I did in high school. I’m talking about every instance I was cruel to you. It was petty, extremely childish, and just horrible overall. I don’t expect you to forgive me but I want to apologize too. I’ve made part of your life a living hell.”

You glance at his hand on the railing before holding your own out towards him. “Truce?” You offer. “We don’t have to be all buddy-buddy after this but at least we can just end this whole thing.”

San gripped your hand in a gentle but firm handshake. “Truce.” His touch lingered for

just a second before he gave a gentle squeeze and pulled away. He returned it to the previous spot on the railing.

The both of you remain for a while, just overlooking the town and reflecting on what had happened. The quiet atmosphere that you both shared suddenly didn’t seem so awkward anymore. Instead, it was filled with some tension but with a bit of comfort at the same time. It was similar to the feeling of a thorn being plucked out of your side: painful but relief that it was finally out.

You don’t expect that things would go right at once— this wasn’t like the movies or the books where everything was magically solved. You both had left some scars on each other, some that are too hard to forget or too deep to heal easily. But you two were working on it: healing and forgiving each other. It was still a long journey but it was something you were both willing to go on together.

You glance to San, seeing how relaxed he was right now. He didn’t look so annoying or so terrifying anymore. A tiny grin makes its way to your lips; never in a million years did you think you’d find solace in someone you despised so much.

“Hey San,” You call out to him, resting your hand beside his, your pinkies brushing against each other. “...thanks for this. I really needed it.”

He smiles at you, flashing his cute dimples at you. It sends a warm, tingly feeling down your spine and you couldn’t help but feel calm at that. “Glad I could help.” He momentarily pat the back of your hand, engulfing it with his larger one when you didn’t pull away.

It was late when he drove you home to finish the project. Unsurprisingly, your family was still out, probably at an event they forgot to tell you about. But you didn’t mind, you had an unexpected friend with you right now.

You smile to yourself as you wave goodbye to San from the doorway, seeing him speed down the road and into the night. He may have been the bad guy in your life but it turns out, he wasn’t such a bad guy. And you were thankful that you were able to see that because at least you knew you had someone in your corner.

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[simp4ace]

☁️As promised... enjoy! You know Ace. The always cool-acting delinquent in Whitebeard's gang that looks really scary in fights, even though everyone knows how precious and caring he really is. You love seeing him get flustered whenever you tease him, always standing a bit closer to him in front of his friends, or hugging him in public. He's usually into PDA, but when you decide to take the lead, he can't help but feel flustered. "H-hey, it's me that should be doing this, you know..." He's so cute when he blushes and tries to brush you off, despite knowing that he wants to feel your arms around him more. It was one of these moments when you were alone with him in the classroom, finishing some class duties. Perfect opportunity to tease the boy™️ :3 That, until he stopped, and without saying anything, he gently placed his hands on your face, as he leaned forward. Standing on your toes to reach the freckled boy's lips, you gave in to his sweet touch and left your teasing behind, allowing yourself to melt into his kiss. It wasn't what mattered at that moment, you just couldn't resist his warmth. You didn't want to resist, after all. <3

I've been thinking about this all day. I've written this all over my books and notebooks. I'M GOING CRAZY OVER THE BOLD PART. At first it was just the latter but I decided to extend it to have a plot. FEEL FREE TO TAKE THE LAST PART AND PUT IT IN ANY PLOT U WANT <33 honestly if i read this 5 different fics with ever-so slightly different plots i would go insane every time. tell me what u think ashjkafhdjk

also, should i write a small intro for me so u know what kinda person ur talking to? just a few basic things :3 -☁️

HFVJFGFDJ GFJHJVDFVGD BRO BRO BRO IT'S SOO FREAKING GOODDDDD😳😭💗🥺❤ 💖😻

no, what, really, I was half-sleeping when I open Tumblr and when I read your message I was wide awake instantly omgomggg can't even help but smile foolishly that is SWEET AKAJKJCHS😍😍😍 also I note that you were writing high school au righttttt👀 WHICH MADE IT EVEN MORE PERFECT, you know me lmaooo (and and and I go crazy over the bold part too because YES)

Ace would be a blushing mess that's true🥺 he is more used to giving other love than receiving, so when you show him affection, especially in front of people, his heart swells three times its size and he felt like floating. like when you secretly hold his hand under the table in the class? omg he can't concentrate on what the teacher is saying anymore, all he knows at that moment is how soft your hand feels, how lovingly your fingers intertwine with his, how you rub his knuckles ever so gently that Ace just feels himself melting into your touch. or like when you run into him from behind, throwing your arms (and your legs) around him and cling to him like a little, adorable cat while he is talking with his friends, his face is literally on fire🙈 he gestures as if he is shooing you away as Thatch and Izou tease him playfully, but in fact, he just wants to have you hanging on his back forever. Ace also wants to shower you with kisses and hugs after that, as he always does (because the freckle is big into PDA yes! he finds no problem showing his love for you in public at all) but somehow he always becomes a little bit shy when you're taking the lead, and the fact that his heart is dancing wildly against his chest and his friends are throwing teases all around don't help at all. but when you two are alone in the class after school? oh dear, perfect timing to get his revenge on all your teasing today, sweet revenge that's it. so when you walk toward him with a mischievous grin on your face, Ace is quick to act, cupping his hand on your face as he leans forward, reaching for the lips he's been thinking of all day. And when he kisses you, it feels like coming home. You are, and always be his homeland <3

hhhhhhhhhhhhhh daydreaming about Ace is the best way to relax ngl thank you for the cutest scenario ever😌😌😌 and yessss, i'd love to know more about you if it's okk🥺

#☁️.txt #☁ writing #portgas d. ace x reader #ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #also my writing is a bit rusty after taking a break for too long hehe </3 #and and if i use your prompt in the future i will DEFINITELY write your credit 🥺 #thank you for letting me use it aaa your writing is SO good!!!!

[chosonore]

part three | epiphany

epiphany [noun. a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of, something that is very important to you ]

pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader

summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.  

wordcount: 9.1k

content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, angst, smut!!!!, dom!noritoshi, noritoshi is mean, oral sex, fingering, begging, edging, biting? (he gives u a bite like once), dry humping, riding, lowercase intended [UNEDITED]

a/n: i... will not comment on this. lmfao i can’t believe i wrote all of this filth. please have mercy on me, this is the first time i’ve every written smut and i’m not really good at it fhuewhiu (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) i think this is the angstiest chapter by far but i promise, no more from the next chapter on! i hope you enjoy (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ will also add the series playlist to the masterpost so check it out if you wanna!

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noritoshi watched as you angrily stormed out of the room, slamming the door forcefully. he leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. now you've gone and done it. the words came out harsh and hurtful, force of habit deeply engraved into his brain. never was it his intention to hurt you so deeply, to push you away. but it was the only way to protect you from his family. noritoshi was well aware that he was a mere pawn in the stupid game that the clans were playing. he was the golden child, only accepted into the family because of his cursed technique. the cruelty he experienced was something he would never forget. he seeked revenge, for his mother and himself. but this was his own problem to handle, not wanting to drag his mother or you into this mess. 

for years, noritoshi had suffered quietly, his only motivation being the protection of his mother and you. rarely did he ever show any emotion, nor did he know many to begin with - but he knew he loved you. his suppressed adoration brought out ugly facettes of his personality: jealousy, frustration, anger. if his family ever caught wind of how much he loved and cherished you, it'd be the end for the both of you. he didn't doubt that they'd already arranged a partner for him to marry. noritoshi hated how they held onto traditions that had no place in this time any more. how they still engaged in these petty clan fights when now it was most crucial to stick together. he swore to himself, as soon as he would become clan head, everything was going to change. but until then, he had to get through this.

how much longer he could deal with this, he wasn't sure. it did bother him that you got so much attention from everyone else; it irked him even more to see that you flirted back sometimes, completely unaware of the effect you had on them. his heart yearned to be yours. as much as he didn't want to be selfish, he couldn't help but indulge. noritoshi still felt your lips on his, your smooth skin, how pliable you were in his arms and how you gave in, into him. was it unfair of him? he supposed so. if he ever got the chance to explain the entire issue to you, he would have to beg for your forgiveness, undoubtedly.

summer rolled around faster than you’d anticipated - it meant that you could finally get some room to breathe and just do nothing for a while. the third years had graduated a week prior, making you feel a little sad and wistful. you’d miss todo a lot now that he left the school but made him promise that he would drop by whenever possible. noritoshi however- you hadn’t spoken a word to him ever since that incident. it was frosty between the two of you, even the teachers had noticed and tried to not let you close to each other. while you hadn’t thought about him in a while, sometimes the thoughts were creeping up on you. some type of closure would have left you feel more at ease but having talked to your mum about the issue, it helped you move on. regardless of how he had made you feel, you would live your life for yourself now.

summer break was long and you didn’t have anything in particular planned - the two main events were your summer vacation with miwa as well as your training camp at tokyo tech. the spring tournament also had its good sides, you guessed, you were able to ask shoko and gojo to teach you over the summer. having witnessed shoko’s healing abilities first hand, you were hellbent to become as good as her. never again would you feel anxious and useless about your skills, you would become an excellent on field healer. you were looking forward to spending time with everyone there as well, especially since yuta was coming home for the summer break. you couldn’t shake the little crush you had on him, it creeped up on you whenever you talked on the phone or texted each other. subconsciously, you hoped that something would bloom out of it but hope was a fickle thing that could quickly turn into misery.

before you left for tokyo, you decided to visit your parents at the kamo estate, hoping that you wouldn’t run into noritoshi on your way there. as far as you knew, he was busy on missions, rarely ever coming home. you greeted the guard at the front entrance, making your way to your family’s little house near the outskirts of the estate. despite the uncomfortable atmosphere that was surrounding the entire estate, you still couldn’t help but fall in love with the gardens and sculptures over and over again. you couldn’t lie, growing up here was wonderful. deciding to make a little detour to the koi pond, you skipped towards the arch bridge. below you, the fish were happily swimming around, glimmering in all kinds of colours. you peered at them, leaning against the railing. as a child, you always liked to dip your feet into the water on hot summer days, promptly earning a disapproving glare from your mum. you always ignored her though, claiming that she couldn’t stop you from getting some kind of refreshment.

as you watched the koi and took in your surroundings, footsteps made you halt in your musings. one of the kamo elders must have gone on a stroll around the gardens; you whirled around to greet the person. your throat grew dry and constricted when you saw noritoshi walking towards you, looking so casual and carefree in his loosely tied yukata. should you greet him? after all, this place was his in some way. but your friendship (could you even call it friendship?) ended on a bad note, did you really owe it to him? neither of you made a sound until he stood next to you, leaning against the railing. you tried your best not to look at him and focused on the pond below you, staring so intensely that you thought you might have lasered some holes in the surface beneath you.

how much longer would you stand here? could you just leave? but then, wouldn’t it be even more awkward? not that you cared anyways. you hadn’t talked to each other in months. as you pushed away from the railing, noritoshi cleared his voice and turned his body towards you. 

“y/n.”

you froze in your steps, looking at him like a deer in headlights. behind you, the wind was rustling up the leaves, adding to the tense and awkward atmosphere. you tried not to scream at him in frustration - it would only end up in yet another fight. yet, noritoshi looked strangely vulnerable in this state, seemingly not knowing what to say to you either. it appeared he simply spoke to you without considering how to further the conversation. he looked like he wanted to reach out to you but simply didn’t know how. you couldn’t fall for this - it had happened before.

“how have you been? i heard you’re going to tokyo tech for training,” he started after a moment of hesitation and gave you a wry smile. huh? you were confused. why was he asking you about this now? it was because of megumi and yuta, wasn’t it.

“it’s… it’s none of your business,” you said with a strained voice. even though you felt uncomfortable with his presence around you, you couldn’t take a step away from him. perhaps you were hoping for an explanation from his side. perhaps you were just relieved to see he was okay, after all the missions he’d already been sent on. “i don’t see how i owe you an answer after… everything that happened between us.”

noritoshi stayed silent, balling up his fists. “you’re right. i’m sorry,” he mumbled, hiding his hands in the sleeves of his yukata embarrassed. “i… i want to explain myself. at least as much as i can tell you and if you’re okay with it. can we move it somewhere more private? i don’t want any of the elders seeing us.”

you hesitated. on one hand, noritoshi sounded sincere but your history spoke for itself. and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. like a moth to flames, you were always drawn to him. like the center of your universe, everything revolved around him. curiosity got the better of you, nodding before you could stop yourself. noritoshi let out a sigh in relief, stepping towards a more secluded area on the estate, one that you were very familiar with. as children, you used to spend time there a lot, hidden from your parents eyes and without any care in the world. the little corner was surrounded by tall cherry trees, adorned with smaller bushes and a little bench underneath the tree crowns. as noritoshi made his way there, he glanced behind him, making sure that you wouldn’t just leave him and vanish. true to your word, however, you trudged behind him and kept your distance. not once did you look him in the eyes, avoiding his gaze altogether. you were afraid it would make you weak in your resolve, walls crumbling and falling apart like paper mâché.

arriving at the bench, the two of you sat far apart, mirroring the distance between your hearts. you reminisced the old times, the memories making you queasy. whenever you spent time here as children, you would sit close to each other and read books together or just told each other stories. all that’s left was bitterness, heavy and suffocating on your tongue. “what is it that you wanted to tell me?” you questioned him, folding your hands on your lap. you were clenching your hands hard to keep them from trembling, not wanting to show him any weakness.

noritoshi was questioning his own resolve - he shouldn’t tell you anything, should’ve stayed away from you. the yearning was too strong; it was one of the few times he would ever get to see you again before being sent to yet another mission. noritoshi wanted to be selfish, to savour your presence until he was satisfied. maybe you would understand, at least a little bit. he didn’t expect you to forgive him, nor did he think you would let him crawl back into your space. but being close to you was enough.

“i know no amount of apologizing is going to make this better or even take the pain you’ve felt from my treatment but i want you to know that i’m really sorry. you didn’t deserve that whatsoever. i can’t tell you the exact reason why but- but i don’t want to leave you in the unknown any longer,” noritoshi recited his reasons so fast that you almost weren’t able to follow. with each word, your confusion visibly grew. but instead of feeling anger, as you should have, your heart grew heavier with disappointment. his confession was somewhat of closure but not quite. why couldn’t he tell you the reason? was it really so important? important enough to hurt you? you couldn’t understand and you didn’t want to.

“i don’t understand. why can’t you tell me? in case you didn’t realize yourself, this entire thing makes no sense. i don’t understand why you suddenly started hating me. we were close friends, we grew up together. are you telling me you never felt that way? that you weren’t and still aren’t able to trust me with this… reason? and why would you dump this onto me now? i would’ve been content not knowing anything at all,” you vented frustrated, sending him a glare. noritoshi was taken back by your outburst, gnawing at his bottom lip as he looked at you guiltily.

“i… fuck, i don’t know how to explain this without giving away too much, okay? i know it’s stupid but it’s complicated and i don’t want to drag you into this. i trust you, more than i trust anyone but this wasn’t… it wasn’t because i didn’t trust you,” noritoshi took a deep breath. “my entire goal was to protect you by keeping you away from me. and yeah, that was the only way.”

“but why-”

“now that i’ve left school, i’ll most likely be traveling a lot… i won’t be able to see you, let alone keep my eyes on you to make sure you’re okay. i just wanted to be fucking selfish for once, just needed to see you again. you don’t want to see me, i get it. i’ve been nothing but cruel to you and i don't expect you to ever forgive me. but i promise i'll make it up to you."

"noritoshi," you clenched your jaw, brows furrowed as you leaned over, jabbing your finger at his chest. "i don't want to play this game of cat and mouse with you. let's just stay away from each other, okay? nothing good comes out of it anyways. either you want me by your side or you don't, easy as that. you don't get to decide when to get back into my life just because you feel like it."

you just couldn't show him how hurt you were. whatever opening you would reveal, noritoshi would use it against you. he had always been and will always remain your weak point. you made peace with the fact that he was your first love but would probably not be your last. a dam broke inside you as you felt the warmth of his chest, memories flooding your senses. that day was long forgotten, exiled out of your memories until now. there was never a moment that allowed you to reflect on it. you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it and his confession had confirmed the suspicions. noritoshi wasn't the type to engage with people he strongly disliked, much less be intimate with them. there was more to it that he simply refused to disclose to you. you had to put an end to this endless circle - a clean cut until the two of you were ready to face each other again.

taking a deep breath, you withdrew your hand and clutched it to your chest. "this isn't going to work out the way it is. you keep pulling and pushing, without giving me an explanation and- and i'm tired of it. i'm tired of getting hurt. i used to like you a lot, i had a crush on you-"

"you what?" noritoshi visibly paled, unnoticeably inching closer to you. he never realized.

"-and i kept hoping that one day you would return the feelings. i'm a fool, for thinking we could ever get anywhere," you smiled bitterly, slowly getting up from the bench. "let's go back to being enemies, okay? pretend this never happened. it's obvious we need to grow as people, independently from each other. maybe it's good that we'll go separate ways… if fate wants it, we'll find back to each other. and hopefully by then, you'll have a good explanation."

conflicted, you didn’t take another step, staring down at him. he looked small and meek as he sat there with his usually broad frame hunched over and kept his eyes on the grass below him, fiddling with his fingers. as if sensing your gaze on him, noritoshi tilted his head to look at you. his mind was elsewhere, far far away. he didn't realize he was staring at you with blank eyes until you came closer and leaned down concerned. you were so close to him, he could almost feel your breath fanning across his skin. you liked him. noritoshi fucked up, majorly, and he felt like everything was slipping from his fingers. his carefully constructed walls, the mask he kept on at all times and the unwavering resolve to push through until he'd become the head of the clan, they all came crumbling down when you announced that you would leave for an indefinite amount of time.

"don't leave," the words came out like a whisper, barely audible in the chimes of the wind. your eyes widened ever so slightly at his words, heart clenching at the sight of such a vulerable noritoshi - a reflection of your 'toshi. he reached out to you, hesitantly glasping your hand in a weak grip. as if he was afraid, prepared even, that you would go anyways. "please," he pleaded a second later, intertwining your fingers with his. like the wings of a hummingbird, your heart was fastly beating at this display of intimacy. it made you feel warm and cold at the same time, filling you with dread and the looming fear of consequences.

but what would he do if his last source of hope would leave him? ever since his mum left, he sparsely had contact with her until the contact eventually ceased to be. never did she reach out to him or react to his attempts to rekindle the relationship. throughout his adolescent years he had lonely, the guilt gnawing at his conscience. if only he could be stronger, more resilient. stand up to the elders and stand tall and proud, being nobody else but him. you gave him hope, that he could someday return to you, even if it remained a simple friendship. a beacon of light would always be one as there was always light at the end of the tunnel. panic filled his head as he realized that you would abandon him and this time it would be final.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," noritoshi mumbled in a begging tone and slowly drew you closer, until you stood between his legs. his face was basked in the evening light, accentuating all the features you liked about him. his kind, steel blue eyes that harboured depths of emotion and mystery like a restless ocean. his long hair that flowed with the wind, not being wrapped up in the bindings for once. the wisps of hair that framed his slim face. it was an unusual sight, making your heart clench in melancholy. he looked so innocent like this, the gentleness in his facial expressions more visible now. as if feeling your resolve slipping away, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and pressed his face in your chest, exhaling shakily and slowly. you let him, gently petting his hair.

underneath his breath, noritoshi murmured something. his voice was muffled in the fabric, making it difficult to understand what he was saying. you made a confused sound, leaning down slightly to better listen to him. not expecting him to move as well, you suddenly found yourself face to face with him and much closer than before. "i love you," he breathed out, pressing his lips against yours in a fluid motion. they felt scalding against yours, as if reminding you to stay away and yet soft, inviting you back in. finally gasping for air, you pulled away, fingers coming up to touch your tingling lips. noritoshi gave you a hopeful look, fingers dancing across the expanse of your back.

slowly, you backed away from him, avoiding his glance. you were in shock, not being able to process his confession. the entire confrontation had quickly escalated and you weren't able to follow. though the words made your heart clench, you couldn't help but feel like they were empty words. empty, simply thrown into the mix to elicit some kind of reaction from you. "i'm sorry, noritoshi. i- i can't return this, nor do i… i don't feel like i can believe you," you told him with a heavy heart. he opened his mouth, about to retort something when you cut him off. "please just let us move on from this, okay? i- i'll leave now." you sprinted away from him, tears stinging in your eyes. how could words that you've always wanted to hear hurt this much? how dare he play with your emotions like this, using your weakness to his advantage. he wasn't serious, and you were sure of it. there was no way in hell, after all those years that he'd spent being a menacing asshole.

love was a fickle thing but what was it between noritoshi and you? treading the line between love and hate, tilting more towards the other but not quite. never far apart and connected to each other like an invisible thread of fate was intertwined between you. it wasn't love and it wasn't hate but everything in between.

you stared at the piece of paper in your hands, mildly offended. how dare gojo? why would he do this to you? yeah right, because he liked to see you suffer. and he wasn't even here to get an earful from you. clenching your teeth, you tossed the note on your table and moved towards your closet to pack. it was no use complaining about it, in the end the mission had to be accomplished either way. years you'd gotten away with rarely ever meeting noritoshi. the sorcerer community wasn't big to begin with but with skill and determination, you were able to dodge every encounter. the handful of times you met, he always kept his distance though you always felt his watching eyes on you. megumi had told you that noritoshi was to become clan head soon - the elders had finally given in and the handover would be taking place soon.

apparently noritoshi had proven himself to them, both in strength and leadership skills. even you had taken notice of this. you'd only caught a brief glimpse at him at the last gathering but could tell that he had matured, exuding an authoritative and strong aura. but you had grown as well, no longer the meek girl you had been. you were more confident in your skills now thanks to your diligent training with shoko and yuta. moments of insecurity rarely entered your mind anymore. the relationship, or rather lack thereof, between you was rather frosty now, merely limited to an awkward greeting or a simple nod. the tension was palpable, no one wanted to come in the line of fire. for the most part, people had left you alone and not dared asking about the issue, not even your own mum. but of course, gojo then had to enter and send you on this stupid mission that apparently had to be done in pairs. you would’ve been fine with anyone but noritoshi.

it was a rather unpleasant curse that you had to deal with, gojo told you that it required two people to keep it in check. though you didn’t understand his reasoning, seeing as noritoshi was a grade one sorcerer now. gojo had simply left you a note on your door after he left for his own business (pure cowardice, in your opinion). the note let you know that you would be staying overnight, gojo had already booked a hotel room for you and gave you instructions for the report that you had to fill out later. you were to meet up with noritoshi at the hotel before then heading out to investigate, work out a strategy before attacking. you sighed, tossing the bag near the door before crawling in your bed. how would you face him again, for an extended period of time, after all those years of silence? it was best to just get it over and done with, efficiently and quickly. depending on how fast you were, you might even be able to catch the last train home. you couldn’t sleep, feeling restless and anxious about the entire situation. still, you closed your eyes, trying to get your mind to rest. but all that floated around in your brain was the sound of rustling leaves, accompanied with soft lips on yours.

coincidentally, noritoshi was already in the city the curse was situated at, deciding to then check into the hotel first before you’d meet up. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous - he didn’t know how to navigate the entire mission with minimal communication. he knew you didn’t want to talk to him, choosing to give him curt and snappy responses instead. cooperating was out of question, you disliked his presence and he could feel it. seeing that gojo had coordinated this (instead of doing the mission himself, like he was supposed to), noritoshi didn't expect anything to go well. weeks prior, gojo had pestered him about the title that was bestowed upon him. "so what's your first deed as the kamo clan head?" he had questioned noritoshi, grinning from ear to ear. noritoshi had shrugged and simply told him that he would go about his day. there were no plans, not yet at least. "so you're not gonna go and woo your lady?" this all knowing idiot. just thinking about it made his blood boil again.

noritoshi’s patience was already wearing thin upon seeing that gojo had booked one room for the two of you. with one bed only. he swore that gojo's secret skill was to give everyone headaches. complaining was useless, the hotel couldn't give him another room as everything was booked out due to it being the summer holidays. they'd deal with it somehow, even if he would have to sleep on the floor. noritoshi was placing his bag and outerwear in the closet when the door clicked, signaling that you'd arrived. for a brief moment, your eyes met but as soon as they did, your eyes had flitted somewhere else. you placed your bag on a nearby chair, rummaging in it until you found your sword and other supplies that you would be taking with you.

noritoshi remained silent, not wanting to upset you. he waited until you were ready to go, soundlessly following you. it was awkward but expected. at first, he was somewhat able to tell what you were looking for and gave you pointers in the right direction. it seemed to irritate you and you started venturing off on your own, simply leaving him behind. it frustrated him, after all you had a job to be done and needed to be as careful as possible. as a result of your uncooperativeness, it took longer than usual to map out a strategy. even longer because you refused to follow his suggestions and rather made up your own, knowing full well that they weren't as efficient.

the aftermath was… rather unpleasant. while there were no casualties, the two of you looked absolutely filthy and were in need of a good shower. noritoshi was angry, he didn't want to blame you but the entire situation got incredibly messy because of your stubborn head. hadn't you attacked him on your own, he would've been able to get rid of the curse swiftly. you'd snapped at him, asking him what his problem was. after all, the mission was finished and over with. involuntarily, noritoshi had to snort. you came back to the hotel late, far past midnight and still, you had the nerve to nag on him the entire way there. he'd let you use the shower first before hopping in himself. without a word you left the hotel room to grab yourself some snacks, stomach growling in protest.

noritoshi was seldom petty; as he put his robe on and entered the room, discovering that you hadn't come back yet, he promptly decided to give you a taste of your own medicine and stubbornly take the bed. what would you do about it now? he was peacefully reading a book in the dim lighting of the room when you came back. you almost dropped the snacks that you grabbed, narrowing your eyes at him. noritoshi ignored you, turning another page in the book unbothered. huffing in annoyance, you stomped over to the other side of the bed. noritoshi continued to ignore you.

"i'm not sharing a bed with you," you stated, crossing your arms in defiance. you didn't have any other solution but you were not going down without a fight.

noritoshi just narrowed his eyes at you and replied equally annoyed: "childish much, huh? just put some pillows between us if it bothers you that much. we're adults, for fuck's sake. and we've shared beds before, so i don't know what your problem is."

at this point you were fuming, you'd rather sleep on the floor than go anywhere near him. you wanted to wipe that stupid look off his face because you knew he was right and he knew it too. you were being childish and you couldn't deny it. there was no real reason to the quarrel, you wanted to be as insufferable as possible.

"it's different now!" you hissed indignantly. noritoshi looks at you incredulously, not getting your point. "you're a man now and- and it makes me uncomfortable!"

truthfully, it was more the fact that you were painfully aware of his presence now. noritoshi hadn't noticed but your feelings came crashing back in, filling the entirety of your being with yearning. each and every time he came too close, you dashed and didn't give him the opportunity to look at your face. the pained expression on your face was obvious, you weren't able to hide it. despite the hostility, you couldn't help but care. no matter how much you denied it, you would always habour feelings for him and were very much attracted to him.

"that's why i told you to put pillows between us??"

okay, that's it. "i can't stand being anywhere near you! you're a prick and i hate you," you snarled at him. to seal the deal, you hurled one of the pillows at him and watched triumphantly as it hit his chest. the angry look in noritoshi's eyes, however, told you that you fucked up. gritting his teeth, he tossed his book aside and lunged to grab you. you squeaked in surprise and wiggled out of his grasp, wrestling out of his arms until you stumbled and awkwardly landed on the bed, beside him. noritoshi keeps a tight grip on you, glaring down at you. now you've really crossed the line. 

all confidence left your body when he hissed: "what. is. your. problem." you fucked up, royally. once noritoshi was mad, you were in for a ride. it was best to keep him in good spirits, appease him a little so he would ease up. you scrambled panicky and tried to apologize, pathetically wiggling in his arms.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry! i didn't mean it, please let me go!"

noritoshi kept a steel grip on you, moving between your legs and pinning your hands to the mattress. his face inched closer, you could feel his breath fanning across your neck. you stayed still, breath hitched as you waited for his next move. noritoshi's voice was raspy, lilting with an emotion that you couldn't decipher. "you're being a brat, y/n. look at yourself, you've hurt me… tsk, how are you going to make it up to me?"

you couldn't tell whether he was joking or genuinely hurt - your intuition told you that he was simply playing with you as payback. no matter how far away you strayed, you always seemed to find yourself back in this position. he was hypnotizing, alluring even. not giving him a reply, you stared at the ceiling, frozen in thought. while you'd been intimate on more than one occasion, noritoshi had never acted this way. so… possessive and strict, the tone in his voice told you that he wasn't up for any more quarreling. you were at a loss for words. 

noritoshi, not being happy with not receiving an answer, decided to take matters in his own hands. he nipped at your neck playfully, making you yelp in surprise before pressing kisses against your neck. your skin was tingling, shots of electricity moving up your spine. when there was no objection on your end, noritoshi took it was an okay to continue. hands squeezing yours, he resumes his work, giving you soft and almost unnoticeable kisses. other times, he was pressing harder, sucking your skin gently. you wondered whether he left some marks - delirious on pleasure, your mind focused back on him.desire overtook you, no longer was your rationality at the forefront. in the depths of your heart, an emotion that rarely made an appearance emerged. it was flooding your senses, your conscious and mind, begging you to give in.

by the time noritoshi reached your lips, you were writhing. you expected him to kiss you but then he stopped, making you involuntarily whimper. you wanted more, wanted to savour it. a small smile found its way onto his lips as he brushed your hair back and cupped your chin, making you look at him.

and you swore that he knew, he just had to know what a mess he's already made of you in such a short amount of time as he asked, "what's wrong hm? what do you need, baby?" you fell for it, hook line and sinker. you thought to yourself, fuck it, the opportunity was right there. he may be an insufferable dick and you might fight more than you get along but the opportunity was there and god, did you want to be selfish. for just one night, you wanted to be his. you leaned up to kiss him but noritoshi pulled back, clicking his tongue, repeating again and this time more firmly, "what do you need?" 

you couldn't help but stare at him, how his slightly damp hair framed his face, his chest that was exposed by the loosely tied bathrobe and how it revealed parts of his thigh. you wanted to see more of him, touch him. there was a burning feeling inside your chest, it was clawing at your skin, trying to break free. you grew more restless as he stayed still and gave you a stern look until you grasped the hem of his sleeves and whimpered quietly, "please kiss me."

it felt like an eternity until he pressed his lips against yours, everything that was so unmistakably him flooded your senses. his scent wrapped around you until your brain couldn't make out any more coherent thoughts other than him. 'toshi, 'toshi, 'toshi, your 'toshi. he moved so languidly; his lips were warm and soft but bruising at the same time, kissing you with fervour. you began to ease into the kiss, letting go of all your inhibitions. you could worry about it later, you'd decided, this is a future you problem. you wiggled in his hold, hands coming up to push at his bathrobe. noritoshi didn't budge and continued to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip - your hands became more restless, desperate to touch him. he made an unenthused noise, biting your bottom lip as if warning you to not push him. still, he somehow obliged and sat back on his heels, taking his bathrobe off and throwing it haphazardly to the side. 

he looked ethereal, somewhere in the distance you thought you can hear angels singing. you reached out to touch him again, earning you yet another warning glance from him. “where do you get the confidence to do whatever you want after that little stunt you pulled earlier?” he questioned you in a low voice. whatever snarky remark you had on your tongue was thrown out of the window when noritoshi leaned down to touch you, slowly pushing your oversized shirt up to reveal your shorts, then your bra. 

your breath hitched in your throat, you couldn't tell what he was thinking because even in this state he kept his perfect poker face on. and when he undressed you, you almost felt embarrassed of how eager you were to rid yourself of your clothes. yet you felt exposed - noritoshi didn't make a sound as he just studied you as if you were a luxurious meal presented on a silver plate, the sound of his breathing alone making you squirmish. he didn't give you the satisfaction of a compliment nor did he let you know what he thought, instead leaning down to kiss you again.

before you could deepen the kiss, he’s already moved down to your neck. you mewled in disappointment, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your hands in his hair. this time, he let you touch him, too absorbed in his mission to paint the skin of your neck in hues of red and purple. noritoshi moved lower when he was finally satisfied with his work of art, you’re a great canvas, he thought to himself. the burning feeling in your chest was flaring up again, you felt uncomfortably hot and the only relief you got was him touching you. he must know, he was doing this on purpose. you were convinced. a surprised gasp left your lips when his tongue swiped across your nipple before wrapping his lips around it. his fingers flicked the other one and- oh god did it feel so electrifying, so delicious, so good. you moaned his name, gently tugging on his hair as he continued his ministrations. “noritoshi,” you whimpered, trying to grind against his thigh. “please- please touch me.” he moved faster than you could react, snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“i am touching you,” noritoshi responded matter-of-factly, cupping your breasts. “is this not enough?” you shook your head, making him chuckle. he took his sweet time, lathering your chest with the utmost attention. at this point you were sure you’d soaked through your panties and onto the sheets and you were desperate. finally, his lips left your nipple, his breath grazing them, making you shiver. he seemed to enjoy it, enjoy the effect he has on you, how you were writhing for him and him only. with swift movements, he removed your panties and your legs were thrown over his shoulders - how are his shoulders so broad - and he pressed kisses to your inner thighs. “look at you,” he cooed, glancing up at you. “you’re so wet for me and i haven’t even touched you here yet. are you craving me?”

“yes,” you mewled truthfully, wiggling your hips slightly. you missed how his face lights up in delight, loving how you’re slowly but surely coming undone for him. he was placing kisses everywhere but where you wanted him, where you needed him. you were at his mercy, he alone decided the pace. the desperate little tugs at his hair left him unbothered, you couldn't even move properly because he was keeping a tight grip on your hips, holding them down onto the mattress. “do you want me?” you nodded quickly. “then beg.”

"i'm not- i'm not gonna fucking b-" you didn't get to finish your sentence as noritoshi gave your inner thigh a bite. 

"language," he hissed in irritation. "we can do this all night, baby. i don't have any qualms about keeping you here, making you squirm until you know not to treat me like that." to emphasize his threat, his hands languidly stroked your inner thighs, inching closer to your heat. goosebumps raised across your skin. noritoshi paid no mind to your laboured breathing or how you stared at him in disbelief. you would not beg him more than this, this stupid asshole, who did he think he is to expect you to do as he says? as if sensing that your attention wasn't on him anymore, one of his hands reached up to pinch your nipple.

you felt his fingers grazing your pussy, flicking over your clit but not quite touching it. yet the pleasure, coupled with the sharp pain of his pinching, was enough to make you delirious. you moaned his name, hips rutting up slightly to meet his hand. noritoshi pulled away abruptly and made you whine in frustration. "noritoshi!" you whimpered again, closing your eyes in embarrassment. "please just- just touch m-" 

you felt another, harder pinch, tingles shooting straight to your core. "look at me," noritoshi growled and you opened your eyes quickly, not wanting to disappoint him again.

"please touch me, please just… i need you, need your lips or fingers," you struggled to find the right words, huffing in frustration at your weak attempt to persuade him. "please make me cum, please. i'll be good for you, i promise, i promise. wanna be good for you." 

a sardonic smile graced noritoshi's lips, your begging music to his ears. he almost wished you could see yourself like this - the yearning evident in your eyes, your glossy eyes. what would you say? how quickly your resolve had crumbled, even though you'd vowed to yourself to keep him at an arm's length away from you. what was more heavenly to his ears are your moans and he intended to draw every last bit out of you tonight.

when his tongue finally made contact with your cunt, a loud moan leaves your lips, you almost sob in relief. your thighs trembled slightly, threatening to close but noritoshi was quick to pry them open and delved deeper into your heat. he alternated between lapping at your folds, then dragging his tongue across your clit before giving it a suck. your hips rocked against his face, meeting his movements as if it was already second nature to them. you thought you were seeing stars when you inched closer to your climax. tugging at his hair you whimpered out his name, letting him know that you're close, so close. that's when he pulled away, smirking at you as your high slowly ebbed away. you made a noise in protest, brows pinching in frustration but noritoshi just cooed at you condescendingly. 

"you seem to forget who's in control here," he tsked at you, dragging his thumb across your clit. your hips jerked. "but, baby, you look so pitiful, i might just feel sorry for you." 

hope sparked in your eyes when he pressed a brief kiss to your lips before slipping his fingers past your folds, his thumb drawing circles on your clit. "ride my fingers," he commanded and you reacted immediately, eagerly rutting against his fingers. you missed the dark glint in his eyes, the look that tells you you were not easily let off the hook whatsoever. pleasure was clouding your judgement, heightening your sensitivity to his touch. a loud moan fell from your lips when noritoshi curled his fingers, hitting a spot that otherwise was difficult for you to reach. your hand came up to cover your mouth, too embarrassed about other guests possibly hearing you.

noritoshi withdrew his fingers, thumb pressing against your clit. you gasped desperately, pawing at his chest to plead him to continue. "i want to hear you. don't you dare hide your moans," he told you, only sliding his fingers back into you when you complied. noritoshi was still kneeling, watching as you moved your hips against his fingers with fascination. while you'd kept a steady rhythm at the beginning, it was getting more and more sporadic. you were close again, noritoshi could tell. and yet it wasn't enough, he had to get you closer to the edge to then break you after.

"o- oh fuck," you cursed, gripping the sheets tightly as noritoshi moved his fingers, repeatedly hitting the spot that made your toes curl. you were to close, you could cum, soon- 

"noritoshi!" a frustrated sob resounded from you as he pulled away, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. your hands came up to wipe the tears that were welling in your eyes. you bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying as you watched him pop his fingers in his mouth, licking your essence from them. the sight alone made you feel hot and bothered. in the dim light of the room, noritoshi looked downright sinful. the way his broad frame was casting a shadow over your form, his glistening eyes, the sheen of sweat on his body and how his hair was hanging in his face.

"please let me cum, please! i- i want you so bad, want you in me… noritoshi, please give me it," you begged quietly, crawling towards him. noritoshi felt his heart soften at your cute face - you were so easy to read, he enjoyed teasing you. small hands reached out for the bulge in his boxers, experimentally pressing and nudging at it. noritoshi hissed uncomfortably; he was painfully hard and ready to cum as well but he couldn't, not yet. wanted to play with you more, mapping out the entirety of your body until he memorized how you reacted to his touch.

swiftly flipping positions, he pulled you on top of him, placing you directly above his crotch. you sank down immediately, sighing shakily as you pressed your cunt against the bulge. the boxers had to come off, they were the last barrier. you had to feel his skin on yours, wanted to be closer. noritoshi's hands shot out to stop you, giving you a warning look. you understood, withdrawing your arms to rest on your sides. pressing his bulge against you, he guided your hips to move against it, folds dragging across the fabric of his boxers. the friction was delicious, especially when he rutted against you, pressing against your clit. it took you a few tries until you figured out a comfortable rhythm, placing your hands against his chest as you moved on your own.

noritoshi kept his eyes on you. brushing your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you, he then rested them near your thighs. "are you close?" he inquired when your movements became quicker and you nodded in reply, giving him a pleading look. he raised his eyebrows at you, shaking his head ever so slightly. "you don't get to cum without my permission."

he could see the conflict and hesitation, dancing in your eyes, how you were contemplating to go against his commands. noritoshi's heart filled with pride when you slowed down, thighs trembling from the restraint you kept on yourself. "good girl," he rewarded you, leaning up to kiss you. you whimpered against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. you were a sight to behold, noritoshi mused. slick spread across the fabric of his boxers and your thighs, kiss-bruised lips and the love bites that were blooming across your chest. he was proud to be able to have this effect on you. 

it didn't take long until you were close again, this time begging and pleading him to let you continue. noritoshi supposed he toyed around enough, ready to give you what you were so desperately craving. lifting you up slightly, he pushed his boxers down and reached to the side, fumbling with the drawers of the night table before being able to pull out a condom. you watched in curiosity, as he put it on then lined his member up against your pussy. he dragged the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times, making you jump in surprise before letting you sink down. a long, relieved moan left your lips as you felt him fill you up to the brim. you'd never felt this full and good. jerking your hips against his slightly, your legs trembled as he perfectly hit that spot inside you effortlessly. his name fell from your lips like a mantra, letting everyone know that he was the one pleasuring you. 

noritoshi let you adjust to him before wrapping his arms around you to keep you in place, driving his hips up against yours in an almost punishing tempo. your lips parted in a silent scream, no sounds leaving them other than heavy breaths. "f- fuck, noritoshi! i'm so close, please let me have it, please-" you begged sobbing. you didn't think you could survive another edging, it would utterly crush you. knowing that you were at his mercy, you complied with his orders. never had you felt this much pleasure, with anyone. noritoshi accomplished what others could never - setting your nerves ablaze with a simple touch.

"cum for me." your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, leaving you writhing in his arms until you rode it out. noritoshi continued to move against you in a languid tempo, lovingly pressing kisses across your face. you slumped against his body exhausted, aftershocks still wracking through your body. he stroke your back gently, giving you a short kiss. "can you take another one?" he asked, making you look at him. though your mind was hazy, you could tell that he was caring, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible despite his mean side. you nodded, your words slurred as you told him: "mhmm, still want you, all of you."

noritoshi was laying you on the mattress, freezing mid-way as he hovered above you. could it be? there was no way. he brushed the thought off quickly, leaning down to kiss you. you sloppily returned the kiss, blindly moving your hands around until you found his, intertwining them happily. swiftly, he entered you again - now taking his sweet time. the pace was slow but filled with force, making you see stars. you wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his skin. you blinked in confusion as noritoshi whispered sweet nothings into your ear. tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him - you wanted him, so so much that it hurt you. you imagined you weren't in this situation, that this was simply intimacy between lovers. that you were his and he was yours, with no care in the world.

driving his hips against yours faster now, you could tell that he was close. lifting your hips to meet his movement, you whimpered against his lips. you wanted to pleasure him as much as he did you. the sight of his screwed shut eyes, panting heavily as he came, it nearly knocked the wind out of your lungs. noritoshi buried his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering quietly as he thrusted a few more times before coming to a halt. for a few minutes, you remain in this position, basking in the afterglow. he removes himself from you, telling you to stay put as he left to get some wet towels from the bathroom. as you laid there, your cunt wasn't the only thing that felt empty.

your eyes were glossing over and you were once again reminded of the fact that you couldn't have him. that he’s not your ‘toshi. you sat up slowly, spotting the mirror across the room. you stared at your reflection in your mirror, horrified at all the marks noritoshi had left behind and suddenly it dawned on you that you don’t understand why. you didn't care about each other - why would he mark you like this? your heartbeat sped up at the thought of him possibly, maybe, returning your feelings. that he wasn't just toying with your feelings to get back at you.

noritoshi returned, giving you a small smile as he signaled you to lift your arms a little so he could wipe you down. the gentleness in his actions made you sniffle emotionally; he paid attention to every single detail, making sure not to miss a spot. once done, he placed the towel on the nearby chair then returning to wrap you in the blankets and cradling you against his chest like a baby. the sound of his breath nearly lulled you into sleep. you leaned against his chest, sinking into the blankets. "are you okay? was i too rough?" noritoshi asked after a moment of silence. you didn't reply. why was he acting like this? as if you were a couple, as if he really cared. 

"y/n? you don't have to reply, but at least give me a hand sign, so i know you're okay," he repeated again, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. you turned your head away from him, trying to hide your tears. it wasn't long before you started crying uncontrollably, hiding your face in your hands. noritoshi started panicking, fussing over you and tried to pry your hands away so you would look at him. repeatedly shaking your head, you pushed him away from you.

"w- why couldn't you always be this gentle to me?" the words finally left your mouth, accusatory. "i- i didn't deserve any of this treatment and i still struggle to understand why it happened. i should hate you, hate you so much and yet i don't? why can't you love me the way i love you?"

speechless, noritoshi pulled away from you, arms sinking to his sides. it made you sob even harder, thinking that he was going to leave you again, like he always did. he never stayed, only came to wreck havoc, leaving you to pick up the pieces. "y/n, i'm sorry, i-" he drew you in, pressing you against his chest. you were confused at your own outbreak of emotions, not sure how to calm down. "i'm not sure what you thought, but i meant it when i told you that i love you, all those years back," noritoshi mumbled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

you shook your head vehemently. "i don't believe that, not for one second. you've hurt me for so long and suddenly you had a change of heart?"

"i know it's hard to believe, but i promise i'm not lying. i do love you. with all my heart," noritoshi lifted your chin slightly, wiping the tears from your eyes. gently, he kissed you. "back then, i wasn't able to tell you but… things have changed now and i'll tell you, okay? but not now, tomorrow-"

"no! you'll just leave again and act like nothing happened and i-" you panicked, clinging onto him as dread washed over you again. he was going to leave again, the mission was over after all and you'd go separate ways again.

"i'm staying." noritoshi said firmly, holding your hands so you couldn't flail around anymore. "i'm not leaving you, okay? go to sleep, i know you're exhausted… when you wake up, i'll be there. we'll discuss things in the morning."

"promise?" 

"i promise."

you didn't know why but this time, you trusted him. at least a little bit more than before. nodding slightly, you pressed your small frame against his. noritoshi's calming scent wrapped around you, lulling you into sleep. he watched as you fell asleep in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he settled as well, closing his eyes.

"i love you, y/n."

p.s.: i hurt myself writing this too haha but i swear this was it with the angst

#jujutsu kaisen #noritoshi kamo #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi #noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x you #noritoshi x you #kamo noritoshi x you #noritoshi kamo imagines #kamo noritoshi imagines #noritoshi imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #fic: sanguine #writing

[moonboykeith]

klance headcanons:

lance thrives on pda

keith is sort of shy and awkward with pda but he has his moments

lance loves to go on double date with his friends

keith doesn't really like the idea of double dates so much but he puts up with them for the sake of lance.

lance is the only thing holding keith back from committing arson.

both of them think murder is an absolutely fine activity for a couple to bond over. lance is joking, keith not so much.

lance keeps flirting with keith but freezes once keith flirts back.

keith is secretly very sentimental and romantic but usually struggles to express his strong emotions.

they sometimes raid the kitchen for hunk's baking during midnight because they're hungry.

they still bicker a lot on the silliest things.

after their first real argument both of them were devastated. needless to say, hunk and shiro were up almost all night trying to comfort the idiots. ("but what if he wants to break up? i raised my voice at him, i don't see why he'd want to stay-")

when keith is a bit sad, lance will take him out for cryptid hunting to cheer him up. sometimes pidge would join.

mothman is a common daily topic in the klance household.

veronica and keith love to gang up against lance and tease him. ("i should've never introduced you two to each other.")

lance loves the rain and dancing in it with keith. it makes him feel like the protagonist of a romantic movie.

keith is a cat and hates getting wet, he usually prefers to stay inside during rain and just enjoy the sound of the thunder outside while reading. so when lance drags him out to dance in the rain he usually keeps protesting throughout. (although he secretly enjoys it very much.)

keith believed that he was physically incapable of dancing, so lance began teaching him. now keith believes he's just destined to be a bad dancer, lance asks him to have a little more faith in his abilities.

they have polar opposite music tastes but both of them appreciate some halsey and cavetown for themselves. so by default the only songs played on long drives aside from anime openings are songs by the said two artists.

once they got really drunk and choreographed a dance routine to unravel (yes, the tokyo ghoul opening). they even recorded it. keith refuses to acknowledge that this ever happened. ("c'mon babe, we had a bonding moment- ")

one day keith told lance he knew how to speak japanese. lance pleaded keith to teach him so he could finally watch anime without subtitles. keith sighed but agreed.

they usually start their night by spooning each other but by the time they wake up keith's feet are on lance's face, lance's right hand is off the bed, keith's left leg is on the sidetable, lance's right leg is on keith's back. basically they're a tangled mess of limbs.

keith is a hoodie stealer >:)

lance once tried to steal one of keith's hoodies from his closet as a revenge only to find all of his hoodies that he thought he lost ages ago in his boyfriend's closet.

lance has a very specific way of placing things. keith is a heathen and throws his shit everywhere and wherever it lands is its new home.

a month before moving in together they both took cooking lessons from hunk so that they don't depend on hunk and take out for survival.

lance did most of the decorations of their first apartment but by the time they moved out to their second one three years later, keith had enough sense of aesthetic for lance to entrust some decorations to him as well. lance felt like a proud teacher watching his boyfriend try to figure what shade of green for the curtains best matched the color of the walls.

pidge lived in their guest room for an year while they (pidge is non binary in my hcs) looked for a new house and now even though they have shifted into their new house, half of their stuff is still at lance and keith's place and it's not uncommon to find them hogging the guest room at all times.

they have a big ass picture of all the paladins and shiro and coran framed in their bedroom.

they video call allura, romelle and coran every sunday and have monthly "family outings" with shiro, curtis, pidge, matt and hunk.

keith once accidentally adopted a baby raccoon thinking it was a weird little cat. lance and kosmo were terrified.

soon they actually did adopt a cat and lance named her comet because keith wouldn't let him name her baguette.

#klance #YEAH BOI #FUCK CANON #I REVOLT #THEY'RE DISGUSTINGLY DOMESTIC BITCHES #AND IM HERE FOR IT #klance headcanon #fluff for the soul #fluff fluff fluff #🗒 ❛ vi's hc

[fanfic-chan]

How about Midnight and Mina gang up on Aizawa who’s grumpy after a long day? And afterwards Midnight is like, “Oh by the way, I made your favorite,” for dinner. :D Love your work btw!

Tysm! Oh my gosh this prompt is soooo cute! I did struggle with it a bit at first, but I did my best and overall I think it turned out alright! I hope you like it!^^

Grumpy Cat

Lers: Midnight and Mina

Lee: Aizawa

"Senseiiii! Come on! You can't just lay there grumping around all day! You need to get up and eat something, and everyone's afraid to come in the kitchen because of you!"

"Not my problem."

"Ugh! Your hopeless!"

"I can live with that."

"Grumpyhead!"

"Brat."

Mina had been going back and forth like this with her homeroom teacher for about ten minutes now, trying to get him to cheer up with no luck so far. Aizawa-Sensei's moods weren't exactly uncommon, but ever since his patrol schedule had been changed, and he'd had less time to sleep, they'd been becoming more frequent. To the point where his students and coworkers alike were starting to worry about him.

Some of the more reserved students, like Ojiro and Tokoyami, did their best to avoid him, deciding it was best to let him have his space, while others like Kirishima and Midoriya made an effort to cheer him up by doing small favors or offering compliments. Nothing seemed to be working though, and Mina was starting to get sick of it.

"Come on! Your always on Midoriya's case about taking care of himself, but look at yourself! Don't you want to set a good example for Mr. Bonebreaker?"

(A muffled, "Hey! I'm not breaking my arms.. As much..." Could be heard from the common room, but Mina decided to ignore that argument for the moment. She was already busy with another one. She could deal with Midoriya's sad excuse of self-care later.)

"It's do as I say, not as I do."

"Ugh!"

She was just about ready to give up for now when Miss Midnight walked in. She paused in the doorway and frowned when she spotted her moody coworker.

"Hey Shouta. I picked up your favorite from that restaurant you like- Ah. I see he's in one of his moods again."

"Shut up Kayama."

The Rated-R hero rolled her eyes at that before making her way over to the distraught hero in training.

"So? How long has he been like this?"

"Three hours!"

"Have you tried bribing him with coffee?"

"Obviously."

"Cat videos?"

"Of course!"

Kayama leaned back against the kitchen counter, thoughtful. Few things could get Shouta out of these little episodes when he had them, but there were a few techniques that she knew of that worked pretty well back in highschool. 

See. She, Yamada, and Oboro had a system when it came to Shouta's moods. First they would just give him space, then, if that didn't work, it would go in the order of: forcing him to nap, giving him juice packets and/or coffee, or play cat video compilations. Then, if he still refused to cooperate, as a last resort, there was- Ah.

Bingo.

"Hey kiddo. I think I know just the thing to get Grumpy Cat here smiling again."

"Really?! You do?!"

"Yup. Just follow my lead."

Slowly, quietly, Midnight crept up behind the unsuspecting insomniac, and after a small nod towards a very confused but excited Mina, she dug her fingertips into his ribs. The reaction was immediate.

"K-Kayamahaha! W-Whahat are you dohoing?! Quhuit it!"

"Awwww~ What's wrong Shouta? Don't tell me the big bad erasure hero is ticklish~"

"Sh-Shuhut up!"

She heard a small gasp of surprise from Mina and looked up. The girl was practically bouncing in place, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Sensei is ticklish?! Your kidding!"

"Nope. He sure is. Been that way since highschool."

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"Stohohop tahalking as if I'm not hehehere!"

At this point, the erasure hero had practically melted into a puddle of bright laughter, an odd sight for the usually stern teacher. A sight that Mina seemed to find very amusing, if her own giggles were anything to go by. 

"Hey Ashido."

The girl looked up at her curiously, and she smirked.

"Wanna help?"

"Can I?!"

"Nohoho! She can't!"

"Yes, she can! Come on Pinky!"

That was all the permission the girl needed, it seemed, as she immediately pounced on her teacher alongside the woman.

"Don't worry sensei! Miss Midnight and I will cheer you up in no time!"

"Hahaha! Nohoho! 

They kept this up for about another three minutes or so before, 

"OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAY! I'LL GEHEHET UP AND EHEHEAT!"

"Finally!"

As the two of them backed off, after taking a minute to compose himself, Aizawa snatched up the bag of food Kayama had brought and started eating, the woman sauntering out, looking smug. Satisfied, Mina started to leave as well when,

"I hope you don't think your getting off the hook for this, Ashido."

She looked back at her sensei in surprise. That tone had sounded almost... Challenging?

"Sensei?"

"I never let my opponent's get away, so you better watch your back. I always get my revenge. Consider it a training exercise of sorts, hm?"

She was sure she'd misheard him at first, because Aizawa-Sensei was never playful, but the mischievous little smirk on his face as he made eye contact with her cancelled out her doubts immediately, and she grinned.

It was so on!

Requests are: Open

#bnha+tickling #mama midnight #mina ashido #shouta aizawa #ler midnight #ler mina #lee Aizawa #dadzawa #sfw #sfw tickles #platonic

[avenger09]

Dragon Prince/Marvel Mashup

Just a an idea I had about the characters from the Dragon Prince in the Marvel universe, and how the roles would change.

Callum Parker/Spider-Man

When Callum was bitten by a strange spider, he soon discovered he had gained the amazing abilities of a spider.

Remembering how he lost his mother at a young age and wanted to live up to her selfless example without endangering his remaining family, he donned a masked costume and gadgets fasioned from materials salvaged from around his stepdads company to help others. Little did he know his life was about to get even more complicated.

(I figured that since Callum already endured tragedy he would step into the role of Spider-Man much sooner then Peter did)

Ezran/Future Spider-Man

Though a wise and caring soul, the prestige of being the son of a important industialist like Harrow, made it hard for him to make friends beyond outside of his family and Dr. Virans children, Claudia and Soren, and the mounting pressures of knowing of the power he will one day have, make him long for a normal simple childhood but he understands none the less thanks to a lesson taught to his brother by their late mother, that with great power comes great responsibility, so he's determined to have it when that power comes. But it won't just be as a CEO.

(Since PS4 Spider-Man had both Miles and Peter working together, practically like brother, this just made sense)

Rayla/Moonshadow

Protégé of the infamous vigilante Runaan, the Moonknight who she had studied under for years. She was a savant when it came to agility and melee combat but when it came time to implement his kind of justice while infiltrating a company he suspected of illicit dealings she couldn't bring herself to kill a unfortunate security guard who happened upon them, blowing the mission.

Now on her own and somewhat lost about her direction in life, but still ingrained with a desire to fight injustice, she took upon a mission of her own to guard the city from the criminal underworld, eventually crossing paths with Spider-Man, who after a brief confrontation over methods, became fast friends, and in time realizing they both felt somthing more for the other.

(Think a more heroic Black Cat but with knives)

Viren/Grey Goblin

One of Katlolinustries greatest scientific minds with an unfortunate tendacy to cut corners, morality wise, to achive results to the dismay of his boss and best friend Harrow who felt his "creative solutions" causdd more problems than they solved. Desperate to prove to Harrow, and himself, the merits of his questionable research into a chemical performance enhancer, and beat out the companies competitors, he recklessly tested it on himself.

The result was a stronger and faster body but also a deranged split personality called; The Grey Goblin who equipped with corrupted innovations of his began targeting Katolindustires compition and Virans persoanl rivals and becoming the arch enemy of heroes everwhere.

(I was originally going to make him fulfill the role of the Lizard, being a teacher of Callums but then I remembered who else liked to talk to sinister people in mirrors)

Harrow/Iron Man

Head of Katolindustries and secretly the superhero Iron-Man.

After the tragic loss of his beloved wife Sarai, Harrow became obsessed with taken revenge on those who had taken her from him and their sons, having company make weapons to be used against them, but as ths years past he came to regret his vendetta as he saw his inventions fall into the wrong hands too often.

Determined to make amends he stopped all weapon research despite the protests of his friend Dr. Viran but feeling it wasnt enough after seeing the harm done first hand he secretly built a suit of advanced armour to combat the many villains in the world, equipped with the a helpful AI named the "Programmed Interactive Personality" or P.I.P.

Ironically he would not be the only member of his family to become a superhero.

(Honestly, who else could he be?)

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Thats all I've got so far, but I definetly think Claudia would be their Scarlet Witch (Onyx Witch.) equivalent, Soren a cross between Flash Thompson and Harry Osborne, Lujanne the Sorceress Supreme, (making Aaravos the Baron Mordo) Nyx is the Vulture, Aanya would be their Cpt. America, (with Gren and Corvus as her Bucky and Falcon) and Janai would be the Gold Panther.

#the dragon prince #Marvel #crossover #Rayla #Callum #Viren #spider man #green goblin #Black Cat #Superheroes #Fantasy #King Harrow #iron man #Netflix