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tetsuskitten · 3 years

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Could u wrote some ochako/Kirishima/bakugou?? Love that dynamic

Hey there! Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun with this, I hope you like it!

every day is ours by tetsuskitten (on ao3)

The journalists gathered at the front of the venue like menacing cockroaches, the camera-men threatening with their flashing lights, blinking and blinding. Katsuki felt sick already, stomach turning at the thought of having to squeeze through the mass of strange bodies, people he didn’t know touching him so easily. He fussed with his tie, trying to let up the knot so he could breath.

A soft hand came up to his cheek and he closed his eyes to breathe in the saccharine perfume that wafted through the enclosed air of the limousine. A quick kiss was laid on him, followed by a thumb, which he assumed was Ochako cleaning away the lipstick she had just painted him with.

“Katsuki.” He opened his eyes, looking exhausted beyond his years. “I’m going to remind you again. If you feel like leaving, just come find us if we’re not there. I won’t have a repeat of last time.”

“Katsuki!” Eijirou piped up excitedly. “Eri will probably be there! You’ve been whining non-stop about how you never get to see her anymore, right?” Katsuki grunted, but he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing Eri, grown up, healthy and happy. Aizawa-sensei and Yamada-sensei had really done a wonderful job of taking care of her these past few years. He and Izuku tried to visit as often as they could, but work never relented, and their own family life could be busy and chaotic.

Ochako and Eijirou both planted twin kisses on his cheeks before exchanging a kiss of their own. Lovesick disasters, the three of them.

As they left the car to face the crowds, a wall of noise hit them like a tall wave rushing from the sea. Katsuki was incredibly tempted to turn off his hearing-aids but past experiences have taught him it would only work to further confusion.

A loud person announced their arrival with all the fake excitement of a football commentator.

“And here comes pro-hero Uraravity! Draped in a long pinkish gown with strikes of flaring red, she looks fabulous! Her trademark bob is adorned with striking white flowers, she is a sight for sore eyes in the red carpet tonight! And on her right pro-hero Dynamight wearing a tight-fitting burgundy suit that has all of us on our knees! On her left, pro-hero Red Riot proving that he can indeed get bigger! Look at all those muscles, people. He’s wearing a flashy red get-up, not unlike his hero suit. We love to see it!”

They posed and took pictures as they walked slowly to the entrance of the venue. Thankfully, these people had incredibly short attention spans. They waved at the newly-arrived Hitoshi, and Denki who pulled up to the curb a few seconds later. Those two had no idea what being discreet meant, or more likely, they don’t care that much if they’re found out or not.

Denki jumped on Hitoshi’s arm the second he was close enough and the other made no motion to shrug him off. Yeah, this would be all over Hero Weekly come tomorrow. Lovesick fools, the lot of them.

Blessedly inside, the noise fell to a bearable thrum. There was chatter and up-beat orchestra music, but nothing too shrill. Katsuki let himself relax into the constant of it, getting used to the surroundings, looking for their friends.

Ochako was immediately attacked by a horned-devil, Mina jumping on her the second she arrived.

“You look amazing, Ocha! What’s that shade of lipstick?! Come on, Tsuyu and Jiro are here already and we’re doing shots ! Ei and Bakugou are coming too!” Mina didn’t wait long for the boys to say no, knowing they would most likely deny her anyway, as she bounded away with Ochako, who laughed whole-heartedly at her friend’s antics.

“She’s as lively as always, isn’t she?” Ei commented, smiling at the disappearing pair.

“I already have enough of that with you two.”

“Oh c’mon, you know you miss them!”

“Yeah, whatever.” Katsuki was barely finished with his sentence before an ear-splitting “Bakugou nii-chan!” warned him of the incoming blast to his chest.

Eijirou caught him with ease as he was propelled backwards from the sheer force of Eri’s running embrace. She gave him a devious smile, all teeth and childish glee. “You’re getting weaker, Baku nii-chan… Do you need the big strong Red Riot to save you?” She joked.

“Oh you-” He started, before Eijirou grabbed her and easily hoisted her on his large shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Eri-chan, I’ll save you from the big bad Bakugou!” He said, winking at a glaring Katsuki.

“Ei nii-chan…” She called, wonder in her voice. “I can see everything from up here!” she bounced excitedly.

“Oh. Daddy’s coming this way.”

Eijirou pulled her down and smiled sheepishly as Aizawa arrived.

“And what trouble are you three getting up to?” The man drawled, slow and sleepy as always, eyelids half-closed in the harsh lighting of the venue.

“No trouble at all.” Eri offered, smiling and blinking innocently between the two heroes.

“I hear Kota has arrived.” Aizawa said slyly.

“Kota’s here?!” Eri’s red eyes opened wide and she bounced excitedly. “Let’s say hi, please?” She pleaded, as if Shouta denied her much in life. Her young eyes were bright and full of life, Shouta couldn’t help but give her a soft look in return and smile.

“Of course. Say goodbye to Bakugou and Kirishima.”

She turned around to hug them tightly and pointed in a very commanding tone. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.” And skidded away in a flurry of limbs, looking for her next target.

“She’s a handful.” Katsuki said, shaking his head with a fond look plastered on his face.

“Remind you of someone, does she?” That earned Eijirou a glare, but all he did was laugh it off.

“Come on, he’s probably already here too. Let’s find him.”

They pushed their way inside the ballroom, stopping for short greetings and snacks, until they found Izuku in a heated discussion with Ochako about… carpeting? Those two were definitely on their fourth round of drinks.

The night passed them by rather quickly, to Katsuki’s surprise. He even felt a little disappointed to go home. He didn’t get to see everyone together that often anymore, or outside of a fight, which really wasn’t quality bonding time as far as he was concerned.

Eijirou draped his jacket over Ochako’s shoulders before they stepped outside into the cold night air and she was safely cocooned in his arms, swaying only slightly and dozing off as she walked.

Katsuki opened the door for them and as soon as they were inside, Ochako nested herself between them, seeking heat and comfort. Katsuki pillowed her head on his thigh and pushed the disarrayed mess of brown locks from her eyes before placing a kiss on her temple. She snuggled closer, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge her surroundings.

When he looked up Eijirou was looking at them with that doe-eyed look he saved for moments he thought were truly manly .

She’s cute when she sleeps, Katsuki signed and Eijirou agreed.

When they pulled up to their home, Eijirou carried a sound-asleep Ochako up the stairs and into their bedroom. They took her gown off gently, trying their best not to disturb her too much, before letting her slip under the covers in her underwear.

Eijirou pulled the bedroom door half-closed and followed Katsuki to the kitchen, where he was already preparing a late night snack for them.

“Want some help?” Ei asked, arms wrapping around Katsuki’s smaller frame, warm hands slithering under his vest and undershirt.

“Make some tea. She won’t sleep for long.” He answered, letting his head fall back into the sturdy support of Ei’s chest. Eijirou snickered.

“I like you like this.”

“What? Tired out of my mind?”

Eijirou shook his head. “No. Just… peaceful.”

Katsuki snorted. “You sayin’ I’ve gone soft?”

Eijirou turned him around, hands automatically coming to rest on Katsuki’s small waist.

“The softest.” He said, stealing a long kiss from the blond before he could start protesting.

The pitter-patter of small feet on the floorboards pulled them out of their quiet late night intimacy.

Ochako walked up to them and practically fell into their embrace, sleep-rumpled, an enormous black shirt covering her frame.

“Feelin’ regret yet?” Katsuki fake-mocked, free hand running through the knots on her hair. Ochako groaned as a response.

“You know, baby, I think this dress looks much better on you than all that pink nonsense.” Eijirou told her, appreciating the way his shirt fell down her body, stopping mid-thigh. She pulled her head up enough to glare.

“That dress was expensive, Eijirou.” He hummed and grabbed her at the waist, earning a gasp before he lifted her up to sit on the wide kitchen island.

“Yes, but there was not even a glimpse of your beautiful legs.” He told her, big hands squeezing her strong thighs. “Though it did hug you perfectly here.” He gripped at her waist. “Here.” He smoothed a hand over her breasts.

Katsuki came up behind her, kissing the side of her neck and whispering. “Don’t listen to him, you looked fucking perfect, but I would have ripped that dress off you if I could’have.”

“Boys…” She warned weakly.

They paused and smiled at her, kissing her skin gently and helping her back down.

“We’re making tea and pancakes, go lay down on the couch, we’ll wake you up soon.” Katsuki told her, but she shook her head.

“I’ll stay here. Watch you cook.”

Katsuki placed one last lingering kiss on her lips before going back to mixing batter. Eijirou put the kettle on and prepared their tea before sitting down and pulling Ochako into his lap, fitting her between his legs.

They ate in silence, the only sounds heard throughout the house were the ever busy streets outside. Tomorrow was entirely theirs and there were hiking plans in motion, picnics on mountain-tops and rolling around in the dirt, swimming in the lakes. Today though, there was nothing more to do than give themselves up to sleep, huddled up together, bone-tired and satisfied, content after a night well spent.

#kirikacchako #kacchako #kirichako #kiribaku #tetsuskittenwrites #bnha rarepairs #bnha #rarepairrequests #natus-ex-stellae

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tetsuskitten · 3 years

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BNHA RAREPAIR REQUESTS

Hey there! I’ve been thinking about all the amazing bnha pairings we don’t get to see portrayed much, so I’m asking you guys to send me requests of any rarepairs you’d like me to write about, with any prompt! (OT3s absolutely welcome!)

Here is my ao3, if you want to check out my work.

#bakukami #bakusero #bakushin #dekushin #todoshin #kirikami #kiritetsu #minachako #todokami #todokiri #these are just some i could remember on the fly #mine #tetsuskittenwrites

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tetsuskitten · 3 years

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bruh some heckin aomina?? they have so many cute moments together, especially season 1

Hey there! I really liked this request because I haven’t ever written these two so I thought it was a really cool challenge. It’s not a very long one shot but I do hope you like it because I enjoyed writing it! If you have more requests for them, I’d love to hear it out! And thank you for the message either way!

to always protect (my heart) by tetsuskitten (on ao3)

Yuuga and Mina get ready for a party.

“Mon coeur!~” Yuuga called from the bathroom, excitement and nervousness staring back at him in the mirror. He looked positively dashing. His eyes were painted in a leopard-print pattern, orange and light purple with shimmery gold dust. The colors chosen brought out the indigo blue in his eyes and, not so coincidentally, would match Mina’s outfit for the night.

He had been so distracted looking over himself that when Mina opened the door he startled slightly. His wife, with no finesse at all, jumped on the sink and whistled loudly.

“You look so pretty! Are you gonna do me too?!”

Yuuga smiled. “Yeah, I already decided on the colors.” He said, showing her a palette and pointing out the arctic blue and white. “I’ll use eyeliner too, and make a pattern like mine.”

“I love it! We’ll be the sparkliest, most beautiful couple at the party!”

“You don’t think it’s too much?” He asked, eyes unsure as they over-analysed each stroke of the brush, each color blend, each fleck of glitter.

Mina grabbed his face under the chin, careful not to mess up the make-up, and forced him to face her.

“Baby.” She was threatening even when she was saying things that were supposedly sweet. “You are a gorgeous man. I am crazy for you and believe me, the years have only made you glow brighter. Do you not feel beautiful?”

Yuuga nodded.

“Then, that’s all that matters. It’s for you, right?” Yuuga smiled bigger and nodded his head again, squeezing Mina’s thighs, placing a kiss on her lips as a thank you for the reassurance.

“Do my hair first, will you?”

Yuuga asked, releasing the long strands of blond hair from their makeshift bun, and Mina grabbed the brush to untie the knots before starting in on the braids. They were back to pre-party high spirits, chatting away about who was going to be at Kiri’s 26th birthday, recalling the latest gossip that was flying around about Denki’s new television show and his spot as the number 3 hero in the Hero Billboard Chart, his possible secret relationship with underground pro-hero MindBreak, Katsuki’s return from America, and any other recent information about their friends’ life.

Mina finished the look with iridescent star beads, cascading down in a swirl of colors. She had styled her own hair beforehand with big wavy curls, painted purple at the end with colored chalk.

“Do I wear the purple or blue pumps?”

“Blue! So we match!~"

Mina laughed in boisterous good humour. “We must be sickening to watch. I fucking love us.” She remarked, looking them up and down in the wall-wide bedroom mirror. Yuuga cackled.

“Prepare for trouble!~"

“And make it double!” Mina finished, winking at herself in the mirror before they were rushing out the door to make dinner on time.

#aomina #tetsuskitten #tetsuskittenwrites #aoyama yuuga #mina ashido #bnha #rarepairrequests #bnha rarepairs #my writing #6669am

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tetsuskitten · 3 years

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Todoshin first date? 👉👈

I hope you enjoy this!! And thank you so much for the request, I appreciate it a ton! I like these two quite a bit!

different, but not by much by tetsuskitten (on ao3)

Their first date was a bit of an accident.

Izuku, bless his heart, was the type of person who piled work on top of work until his weekly schedule looked like a sturdy brick wall, zero sunlight coming through. Literally, he had an excel sheet filled with classes, study groups, friend hang-outs, family time, training, writing, and thankfully, sleep.

All this to say that, sometimes, something got mixed up or forgotten.

That is why Shouto was on the phone outside of the library, an out-of-breath Izuku stumbling over apologies on the other line, while Shinsou, sleep-rumpled but in no way lacking the usual effortless beauty, poured the contents of his backpack on one of the large wooden tables, claiming way too many seats than was necessary.

Shouto cursed under his breath as he watched Hitoshi open a random notebook and promptly mash his head against it, hoodie pulled up over his head.

“I can’t do this, Izuku, I’m leaving.”

“You will absolutely do no such thing. Hitoshi is nice and sweet… if you know how to read his sarcastic remarks. But that’s good! You speak the same language really, you can totally do this!”

“No, you don’t understand.”

“I understand just fine. I also look like an idiot whenever I try to speak to Kiri, but I am already holding hands with him, so it’s worth it looking like a fool. Right, Shouto-kun?” Izuku was doing his murder will come to those who disagree voice, so Shouto agreed with him and ended the call.

“This is ridiculous.” He said to himself, and pushed through the glass doors to go sit next to Hitoshi, who predictably did not move or give any signs he was awake at all.

It’s not like he and Hitoshi haven’t talked. They have actually been speaking quite a bit for a while, mostly texting though, which was, in Shouto’s opinion, an easier way to communicate. You can’t answer with memes in real time. Or perhaps you shouldn’t. He had had an education, after all. He knew how to behave. For the most part.

After what could have been an entire five minutes, Shouto decided the safer way to do this was to simply poke Hitoshi awake.

Hitoshi was unaffected, but awake at least. He turned his head so he could face Shouto and blinked the darkest eyes at him. Not dark as in bad, but distractingly deep and bright.

“Are we going to study at all?” Shouto asked, though he had most of his work in order and it wouldn’t bother him if they ditched and went somewhere else entirely. Like the roof. Where they would lie down and look at the clouds. And Hitoshi would let him hold his hand and they might kiss.

“Ow!” Shouto hissed, rubbing at his forehead where Shinsou had just flicked him. “What the hell?”

Hitoshi shrugged, unbothered. “You weren’t listening to me.”

Shouto narrowed his eyes. “Bastard. What were you saying?”

“That I don’t have anything to study.”

“Then why did you come?”

Hitoshi paused, seemingly considering his question as if it was difficult to answer.

“I wanted to hang out.”

Shouto hummed, his expression not betraying the hopefulness he was feeling.

“Then let’s hang out. Somewhere else.”

“Oh? Where?”

“Let’s get food first and then the roof.”

“Sounds like you had a plan already.”

“So?”

Hitoshi shrugged and gathered his things back into his bag.

Shouto couldn’t help but feel somewhat nervous. He had just asked Hitoshi on a date. Sort of. He hadn’t explicitly said it was a date but food and hanging out could be a date. It could also not be a date and he was reading way too much into it because he did like Shinsou and he did want to kiss his mouth. Oh well.

They made their way downstairs and then outside of Yuuei to get their food.

They ordered two servings of tonkatsu and a bunch of different kinds of sushi.

“Smells nice.” Hitoshi said taking a deep breath, hands warm from the heat of the food he was carrying.

Shouto nodded and smiled. “I like this place. Izuku and I order from here a lot. He forgets to eat.”

“He forgets a lot of things, it seems.” Hitoshi remarked, though it was stated as a fact and not an accusation.

“He puts too much on himself.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?” Shouto echoed, confused.

“Do you put too much on yourself?”

Shouto frowned, dumb-founded by the intimacy of the question. He could shrug it off, simply say no and move on. Or he could be honest with someone he genuinely wanted to get to know. He was aware that you had to give some of yourself to get back something of someone else. It wasn’t easy though.

“I-... I try to handle my own feelings by myself a lot. And it’s hard. And it makes me feel alone.”

Hitoshi was looking at him curiously, like he wasn’t expecting such a sincere answer.

“But you’re not.” Hitoshi offered and Shouto shook his head.

“I’m not. I know that. But who would want to hear about all the ugly that-” Shouto pointed at his chest, as if trying to say, all the ugly that lives here, inside.

“The people who care for you.” Shouto sighed.

“Izuku has enough on his plate. And Fuyumi well… she’s dealing with her own stuff.”

“They’re not the only ones who care about you.”

Shouto stared at him like he was reciting an overly complicated riddle.

Hitoshi huffed. “You can’t be this dense.”

“Do you mean…” Shouto pointed at him.

“Yes, dumbass, me.”

“Oh. I wasn’t aware we were already at the revealing my childhood trauma stage of our friendship.” Shouto said, though he meant to be funny.

“We can be at whatever stage we want to be. I’d be sad if I couldn’t see you when I want to. That’s enough for me to know I care.”

Shouto nodded. “I care too. About you, I mean. I- I don’t-” He sighed in frustration, of his stammering, of his difficulty of expressing the way he felt. Hitoshi waited, just kept walking with him, patient.

“I don’t like it when people doubt you. I hate it if they look at you wrong. And I like seeing you. I like seeing you fight and I like seeing you in class. I just… like seeing you.” He finished, quite lamely he thought. He wasn’t expecting to confess his feelings tonight. Then again, the fact he had any feelings to be spoken of was a surprise in and of itself.

“Is this just a friendly “I like to see you” or…?” Hitoshi pressed.

“It’s not just. That.” Shouto admitted.

“Ah. That’s good to know.” Hitoshi said, smile taking over his sleepy features.

“It is?”

“It definitely is, Ice Prince. Now come on, I’m freezing here, let’s get to school.”

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so?” Shouto said before wrapping one arm around Shinsou and warming up his body.

Hitoshi was frozen for a second, the unexpected touch startling him, but soon he melted into the warmth radiating from the other boy, surrounding the air around them.

“Handy trick.” Hitoshi hummed, the heat making him even sleepier. Shouto jostled him, receiving a very offended glare.

“Don’t fall asleep on me. We still have to eat.”

“Yeah yeah.” Hitoshi burrowed closer, face smashed against Shouto’s soft pullover.

Shouto smiled as he kept a tight grip on the other boy, Yuuei approaching in the background.

Come tomorrow, everything would be different, but not by much.

#todoshin #shintodo #todoroki shouto #shinsou hitoshi #bnha rarepairs #bnha #rarepairrequests #tetsuskittenwrites

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tetsuskitten · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku (mentioned) Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Drunk Todoroki Shouto Summary:

“Shouto.”

The voice was far away and loud at once, blasting in his head over the music. He felt his mouth stretch into a smile. He liked it when Katsuki said his first name - the way he pressed on the letters with his tongue, stomping sharpness and familiar intimacy. He was used to hearing it, and wasn’t that a kicker? Katsuki said his name all the time these days.

#tetsuskittenwrites #mine #my writing #todobaku #bakutodo

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tetsuskitten · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Todoroki Shouto is a Sweetheart, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings Summary:

The issue is.

Ah, the issue. Well, it’s Todoroki.

Because Todoroki shivers when he moves.

Todoroki stops and stares at his hand when it wraps around his wrist and stays those two seconds too long at practice.

Todoroki fixates.

Todoroki obsesses.

This is how he knows Todoroki understands, because they’re the same.

#todobaku #bakutodo #tetsuskittenwrites

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tetsuskitten · 4 years

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After watching Promare, I really want to write for it!

So please, any requests you can think of! I will write for any pairing (galolio, gueimei, liogueimei, luciaina...)!

#tetsuskittenwrites #galolio #promare #gueimei #liogueimei #luciaina #mine #rambles

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tetsuskitten · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Non-Explicit Sex Summary:

Promises: the ones they can make, and follow through, and the ones they will never voice, because there's no point in blatantly lying to the one you love the most.

#todobaku #bakutodo #ao3feed #my writing #tetsuskittenwrites

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tetsuskitten · 4 years

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bask in the glory of the sun, the sweet scent of home

Atreus is the proud owner of The Pantheon, a bakery which makes the most delicious treats in Shurima. Aatrox is new in town and after days of moving, he just wants some food.

Or the bakery au I wrote because all I want is for Aatrox to be happy, he deserves to be happy, let HIM BE HAPPY

read bellow or on ao3

The doors to The Pantheon opened with a chime. Inside, the homey scent of freshly baked bread melted your worries from the inside, made your eyes flutter shut in appreciation.

Aatrox was new in town, just barely moved in. He had planned to begin his explorations after getting settled but as it was the rain poured outside, unrelenting, and so he had spent the past few days at home, practicing his form and repeating exhaustively the new combos Rhaast had been teaching him. He swore he would win their next match and he would not become a liar for lack of practice. He organized the bookshelves, the countless mugs Varus keeps offering him, the notebooks he keeps to keep himself sane. And after three days, his apartment finally looked like someone lived there and the rain had stopped and he was hungry. He spent all night rearranging furniture and he just wanted a big breakfast, with bread and jam and sweets and coffee.

He grabbed an umbrella, just in case, and got out into the yet-to-be-busy streets. The sun was beginning to show itself, bright and elegant. It always fascinated him to see the rise of the star, bright in its glory, in its light. This was why he was glad spring was afoot. He loathed the darkness of winter, the grey skies filled him with inexplicable grief. He shook his head. Strained to hear bird noises in the tall trees and sighed happily once he did, finally, hear a shy chirp. He whistled back, just because.

After walking around for a few minutes, quite hyper aware of his surroundings, the front of a bakery caught his eye. Its beauty was striking - gold and blue hues blended together - the door looked heavy and as if it shone in the light of the sun. It almost looked...magical. He found himself walking towards it mindlessly and near the door, the scent of baked goods made his insides howl in begging, hungry for that smell. He pushed open the door, hearing a gingle above the door. Looking around, he was satisfied to notice it was still as beautiful, regal and humble at the same time.

The bakery was empty save for a tall and well-built man, hands resting on his hips as he smiled warmly at Aatrox.

Aatrox was, slightly, dumbfounded.

The man, the baker, he presumed, if the flour riddled apron was anything to go by - and… was that some on his beard? - was a tank. Granted, not as big as Aatrox was but he definitely gave him a run for his money. But the most striking aspect was his face, the way his hair was styled and shaved at the sides showing off the most gorgeous golden tattoos Aatrox had ever seen a person wear. There was a golden earring adorning his ear, as well, and Aatrox distractedly wondered if a golden ring adorned his hand.

He should say something now, lest he be seen as rude.

“Good morning.” His voice was slightly hoarse, so he tried to clear it. The baker huffed in laughter, and Aatrox wondered what could have been funny.

“Good morning. How can I help you?”

“Ah… Well, it smells really good.” This seemed to make the baker light up and Aatrox couldn’t help but offer a quirk of lips of his own. “I am new in town, so… Could you recommend something for a very hungry hippo?”

The man smiled again and Aatrox had to bite his tongue not to tell him how dashing he looked.

“You can sit down, if you want.” The baker suggested and he did as he was told, deciding to settle down on the counter, near the prettily decorated sweets and the man who made them. Said man came out of the kitchen with steaming scones and a pot of jam, which he placed right in front of Aatrox. Next came some fresh orange juice and a slice of very fluffy looking cake with fresh fruit on top. Aatrox felt his mouth water and he made quick work of tying up his long white hair before taking a bite of the delicious looking cake.

He noticed the other man looking curiously at him and he felt slightly embarrassed. Swallowing around the cake, he took a swig of orange juice.

“It’s delicious, thank you.”

“Of course. I still have some baking to do, but please call for me if you need anything else, yes?”

“Who should I call for?” Smooth, Aatrox.

“Oh. Right. All my clients call me Pantheon. You can call me Atreus.”

Aatrox felt his heart stutter.

“I’m Aatrox.”

Another smile.

“Nice to meet you. And welcome to Shurima.”

#idk man i like aatrox i want him to SMILE #tetsuskittenwrites #aatrox #pantheon #lol #ao3feed

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