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Run 4 - In Progress.

✧ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Android! Wanderer, no gendered terms used for reader, no actual penetration, unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Wanderer, memory manipulation. Leave a note if anything was missed out. ✧ Retrieved Notes: If possible, use the InteractiveFics extension to change the phrase “My name” (without the quotation marks) to the name given to your Wanderer.

There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.

You must have picked him up two or three weeks ago, when he was still worse for wear. In your memory, he was in pretty bad shape when the two of you first met, his main panel wrenched open leaving his circuitry a mess and rough scrapes all over his superficial layer.

Now, with your constant repairs, he’s been more lively, tailing you around the house as you go about your day. While fussing about, dusting off a muzzle laying on a fur pelt, you sense a presence lingering outside your room.

"You know, I don't recall androids being quite so clingy." In return, you get a light huff from behind the door frame. 

"And you’ve come across other androids? I didn’t know you run a junkyard here,” the eye roll in his tone is audible.

His feet pad into the room and his gaze hones in on the clerical collar placed on a nearby shelf, glaring at it. Clicking his tongue, he crosses his hands on his chest.

“Whatever, what you do is mostly up to you anyway. Do you think you’re almost done cleaning? I think there’s an internal problem again, I’ll wait for you at the worktable,” the android saunters off nonchalantly, throwing you a light wave over his shoulder.

Sighing, you quickly finish up your task at hand before complying to his request, briskly making your way over to the worktable where he's already perched smugly on, his gaze expectant. 

You easily go through the rehearsed motions of plugging him up to your computer, your muscle memory kicking in as you boot up the required softwares before gingerly prying the main panel located on the front of his torso to gain access to his internal workings. Over time, you've gradually figured out the parts that make up the android sitting before you, growing used to the sight of the lengths of wiring and cables running throughout his body, the faint low mechanical whirring of motors and cooling systems. 

Most importantly, you now understand how sensitive his central core is. Nestled securely in a latched transparent casing, his core is what powers and sustains him. It emits a constant turquoise light and is also reflected in the glowing markings that lay beneath his synthetic skin that occasionally activate. (Although, you haven't quite gotten an answer for what makes them light up yet.) 

“So what's your problem today?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from him as you go over to your computer to check if any bugs have been identified.

“I think that cable all the way at the back came undone and got tangled with the rest.” 

You shoot him a pointed look, “Again? Didn’t we just fix that same cable last week?” Shifting your chair so you’re seated before him, poised to conduct your repairs, you make a passing remark, “Maybe taking you to another mechanic might be the better choice, get everything checked out, you know?”

How long have you kept at your task of finally fixing him up to tiptop condition? It’s almost daily when he reports back to you with a new disconnected wire or another loose joint somewhere on him. Diligently, you’ve been trying to repair him but the android is like a never-ending to-do list. And it’s only natural to be concerned if the constant damage stems from a more serious underlying issue that you haven’t managed to discover. The only next logical step would be to get another pair of eyes to help discern the root cause in case anything takes a turn for the worse.

But the reaction you get from him is one unexpected. His head snaps to face you, a scowl evident on his face. 

“So you’re handing me off like an unfinished project to someone else now?”

You know how snippy he can get however, this is on a different level from his previous behaviour. Maybe something left over from the days before you found him. It’ll be a good idea to look into his past logs to diagnose any present problems, you make a mental note of it.

“I’m just worried for you, that’s all. What if there’s an urgent issue I can’t fix alone? And we both know I can’t leave you as is.”

His expression mellows to an annoyed pout, looking away as his core glows faintly along with the patterns under his skin, he mumbles, “I’ll be fine.” (“I just need you.”) (“I'm the only one for you.”) (“No one else deserves you.”)

He allows you to work without another complaint, silently watching as your hands venture into his chest, a focused air to you while you look for the problematic cable. He senses your touch when you make contact with it, sucking in a sharp breath as you grip it between your fingers, twisting it around to free it from the surrounding wires before you finally connect and plug it into its rightful place. 

“That’s it for your cable issue. Anything else?” He quickly shakes his head.

Giving it a few light cursory pulls to make sure it’s finally secured, (if you weren’t mistaken, his core brightened in time with your tugs), you spare the rest of his parts one last look over. Then, shutting the panel, you unplug him from the computer.

Immediately, he scampers off the worktable with a clipped “thank you” and runs into his room. You hear the door to his room close before its lock clicks. 

The next few days prove to be better, the repair requests for any troubles that seem to have cropped up overnight growing more and more infrequent. Perhaps, bit by bit, the end of the repairs start to come into sight. 

Although, you have noted that his internal temperatures have been hiking recently whenever you have his chest panel open to patch him up. 

This time, you have him lying on the worktable on his back to access the further areas in him. He’s positioned facing upwards but his eyes are darting everywhere, unable to meet your gaze. Once again, the programme open on your computer screen shows how his temperatures are quickly rising even though there are no obvious reasons for such a sudden change. It records the recurrence into its troubleshooting log like before, more times than you can remember.

He’s panting lightly, the android’s chest moving up and down as your ears pick up the sound of his inner fans whir louder, his pre-programmed functions activating to try to cool him down. With no clue as to what could cause this issue, you reach in to look for a fault. Yet, the more you poke and prod around, the higher the warmth within him rises. 

Left with more questions than answers, you turn to his core for a closer look. When your fingers brush against the transparent casing, a moan slips out from him, and instantly his head whips to look at you dumbfounded.

An artificial blush takes over his face, a low pink glow blooming from beneath the synthetic layer. A beat passes before he cracks his lips apart, voicebox working as he pleads.

“...Again.”

Gently, you let your fingertips dance over the clasp hinging the casing shut and his response is instant. A shudder rolls through him, as real as it can be, and a shaky exhale leaves him. The android’s back arches up slightly, hastily chasing after your touch when you remove your hand.

Your caress returns when your hand dips deeper into his circuitry, where you hook two fingers underneath his thicker cables, attentively stroking them between your thumb and fingers, before tugging on them forcefully enough to elicit a reaction from him. 

His eyes fly open at your ministrations, a greed for more overtaking his processors. You’ve always been so gentle with him when he’s opened up for you, when you have access to the deepest parts of him, when he’s at his most vulnerable. So, to have you toy around with him, show him the indulgence of human flesh, can you really fault him for falling for you?

The tips of your fingers ghost along the length of his metal spine, and the android keens from under you.

“Please, more, I can take it!”

Taking his cue, your hand encircles his spine, grinding the heel of your palm against the ridges of the sensitive metal elements as you pump up and down. 

“Sss- so good! Hah…!” He can’t control how he behaves when you treat him so well, like he’s the only one worthy of your attention. He shakes under your touch, trembling as the addictive pleasure overrides his programmed commands.

“No more blubbering, just focus on me.” Your other hand goes to cup his chin, and obediently, he parts his lips for you, allowing you to slip your thumb into his mouth. You can feel his tongue work and when you press down, he jolts suddenly. A gag reflex? In an android? How amusing.

When you stop stroking him, he whines pitifully, muffled moans and begging for you to continue but his complaints stop when he feels you unlatch the lid of his core casing.

“Would you let me?” And the flurry of nods from him confirms his enthusiasm.

With bated breath, he counts the seconds before you make contact with his core. And when he senses your caress on his glowing core in his exposed chest cavity, he breathes out a gasp, as if he requires the intake of air. None of this is written into the basis of his behaviour, not fed into the dataset that makes up how he’s supposed to act, so everything he feels for you must be real.

His eyes go unfocused as his neural network is flooded with the raw pleasure of being enveloped with love and lust down to his literal core. Desire burns within him, evident from the fans whirring even louder than before to bring down his temperatures. It’s just so much for the android’s computations to handle. Broken moans leave him as he tries to vocalise his love for you (as best as he can with his thumb in your mouth). 

And when you press a kiss to his unprotected core, his vision whites out.

Eyes wrenched shut, his whole mechanical body jerks upwards, back arching off the worktable as his body propels himself to sit up, his limbs trying to ensnare you in his embrace, to keep you with him as long as he can. Every command in his system is overwritten to hone in on all the sensations of you on him, your touch, your warmth.

The patterns under his skin glow with a pulse, akin to a human’s heartbeat and when his eyes open again, glimmering faux tears roll down his face. His chest heaves as you close the distance between the two of you, cupping his face with both your hands and kissing his tears away.

The android breaks the intimate silence as he quietly asks you, “Can you give me a name?”

When you whisper a name into his ear, he breaks into sobs in your hands.

The days pass by, uneventful, and the time for a final cursory check before deeming him fully repaired comes. He’s poised on the worktable like any other previous session, a bored expression on his face as you flit back and forth between him and the software on your computer.

“You really are a clingy case,” you say and get a huff in return, “But a welcome one.”

Remembering your mental note from before about accessing his past logs, you access it from your computer, pulling up the window with his stored recorded data. The log operates in the background constantly, one of the built-in functions of the android and a quick glance over just to make sure everything is in order should do.

However, the logs prove to be worrying in a completely different way.

[Log: Day 10 - Run 1 - Failed. Werewolf. They’re with that mangy mutt. I don’t know what they see in him. I still remember the care they showed me. There’s always the next run.]

[Log: Day 20 - Run 2 - Failed. It seems I’m too late this time around. That vile selkie captured them first. How irritating. I need to stop hesitating. It’s my love on the line after all.]

[Log: Day 30 - Run 3 - Failed. Incubus. That damn priest and incubus. I can feel my temper reaching its breaking point.]

[Log: Day ??? - Run 4 - In progress. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.]

Your eyes rake across a multitude of grainy snapshots of yourself, all with different people that you can’t find the ability to recall, your mind pounding from the discovery. 

He’s gazing expectantly when you look back up at him from the screen. A grin twists its way across his face, canines glinting under the dizzying harsh lighting.

“So now you’ve seen how much I love you, even if you don’t remember it.” There’s a sick obsession dripping in his tone, an uncanny level of emotion that androids normally shouldn’t be able to replicate, one that sends a heavy uneasiness through your whole being, one that roots you to the ground. 

When he doesn’t get the adoring reaction from you he expects, the proud expression on his face falls instantly. 

He’s despondent, despairing as he tears the connecting cables off of him, launching himself off the worktable, lunging across for you, frenzied, pure scorching mania surging through him. 

“You… even after all these runs. You’ve always given me the same thing. My name. I thought this time- You-” 

Voice shaky, “It’s a shame this run didn’t work out either.” 

He steels himself, hand outstretched, “No matter.”

You blink.

There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.

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Race Day [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fiancée!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: Nico tags along with Max during a race day in Monza, well as much as he can.

Warning(s): Fluff

A/N: Request sent in by @mbappebby. I got to sit on YouTube and just watch a whole bunch of interviews on Max for this. Posting this on Max's birthday today. I will be publishing the last request that I got on Sunday instead.

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Max had wanted Nico to spend every minute of the race that he could with him today. He wanted Nico to experience everything that he could. Walking through the paddock with him and even seeing Max talk to the fans and take pictures with them. Nico never asked why people wanted pictures of him. He had just accepted it, even thanking someone for supporting his Papa during the race today.

As they got closer to hospitality before the drivers' parade started Nico waved at Charles and Lando from Y/N’s arms, both drivers waved back. Y/N and Nico slipped into the McLaren garage to say hi to Oscar before meeting Max back in front of the Red Bull garage.

Nico would be with Max during the driver's parade wanting to take him around the track with the other drivers, before you and Nico would both be sitting in your normal seats while the race was going on.

"You sure you want to take him with you?" You asked Max as he was holding Nico getting ready for the driver's parade.

"He'll be fine, mijn leeuwin." Max said to Y/N. “Right?” Max turned his head to Nico seeing the little boy nod enthusiastically.

“Okay. Be good for Papa.” Max kissed Y/N’s forehead before Max and Nico made their way out to the bus that would take the drivers around the track.

Max knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold Nico the whole time they were making their way around the track. Max sat down towards the back, Nico in his lap pointing out little things in the distance, from the other people to the turquoise Aston Martin safety cars that were at the race.

They would be playing musical chairs for the first part of the drive around the track but he hadn’t been called up yet to talk to the reporter.

He enjoyed holding Nico before he was called over to answer a few questions. Nico wouldn’t let go of his hand when he sat down at the front of the car, “Max 14th consecutive pole of the year, congratulations. So what’s the plan for you and the team today?”

“Have fun, the car has been good all weekend. So, hopefully, we can show that again today.”

“Who is this little boy that you have with you?” She asked.

“This is my son, Nico. Wave hi to Mama?” Max asked before Nico waved to the camera and then quickly buried his head in Max’s shoulder.

“He’s quite cute. I’m sure your fiancée feels the same way as well.” Max gave a slight nod at her statement.

“And just a few words in Dutch.” Max was quick to respond rattling off something about having a productive race day and getting a good result out of the car.

“Well, I hope the two of you enjoy the rest of your day together, and good luck with the race.” Max gave a final nod, and then moved to the back of the car to sit next to Daniel and Checo.

“So, decided to take Mini Max with you before the race?” Daniel asked.

Max had never minded Daniel’s nickname for Nico, ever since the moment that Daniel met Nico, he had been Mini Max. He was the first person on the grid, not including himself, to hold his son.

“I don’t know. I guess I just want him with me.” This was the first time that Max had really spent a race day with Nico. Normally on race days, Nico would be with Y/N. They had their little routine of walking around the paddock before getting lunch and then watching the race when the time came.

“Maybe you’re now realizing that he’s getting older. He won’t be a little boy forever.”

Maybe Daniel was right. Nico was getting older, he had already started go-karting this year, almost the same age as when he started.

“Possibly.” He said before he started to wave out into the crowd.

“Does that mean when the time comes, you and Y/N are gonna have another?” Checo had asked.

“Another, what?” He said dropping his hand for a moment.

“Another one of these.” Daniel was quick to gesture to Nico.

It wasn’t that Max hadn’t thought about it. Sure, one day he could see himself and Y/N having kids but he liked that it was just the three of them. She was already an amazing mother to Nico, she would be an amazing mother to any children that they had.

“I don’t know. But not right now. Wedding planning and finding a house. It’s too much.”

“One day, right?”

“Yeah, one day,” Max said with sincerity. Y/N deserved to have her own children, even though she considered Nico her own.

Once they had gotten out of the car, Max was quick to find Y/N in the garage talking to GP while Christain stood by them.

“He’s starting from pole, I’m sure he’ll do fine.” He heard GP say.

"Max always does well under pressure Christian, you know that." He heard you say. Max couldn’t help but smile. You talking Christian down from whatever he was concerned about.

“I know. It’s just another record that could be broken today.”

“He’ll do great, and if he starts to get bored he’ll make jokes about wanting to test the pit crew or something.”

Max couldn’t help but beam. You had that much confidence in his win today even after the issues that they had earlier in the weekend.

Nico was quick to slip out of Max’s arms before running up to Christian, yelling “Grandpa!” capturing the team principal's attention. Christian welcomed Nico with a hug and an exaggerated, “When did you get so big?”

Max couldn’t help but think that Christian was the only grandfather that Nico would have as he grew up.

“I’m not that big,” Nico said, before reaching for Y/N’s hand.

“Not that big?” Christian asked back. “You’re up to here.” Christian gestured up to his hip to demonstrate how tall Nico had gotten since he had last seen him. Nico couldn’t help but laugh before pressing his face into the shorts that Max was wearing.

The small group stayed talking for a bit longer until Max had to go change into his race suit. Nico didn’t want to leave Max until he had to get into the car for the formation lap.

Y/N had been outside while Max was doing his post-race press conference after his P1 finish. She had been so occupied with talking to Alex's girlfriend Lily that she didn't see Nico slip away into the media tent where Max sat between Lewis and Charles.

Max had seen Nico walk into the tent, he knew he shouldn't be around the cameras. Max was able to look past the crowd of people to see Y/N just outside of the tent talking with someone.

The interview hadn't started yet so Max opened his arms for Nico to walk to him. Nico struggled to get on the couch before Max lifted him up and sat him down next to him.

Once the interview had started, Max waited until there was a question to be answered.

"In third place Charles Leclerc, in second Lewis Hamilton, and our winner Max Verstappen. And it seems like we have a guest with us today in Nico Verstappen. To the drivers, if you wouldn't mind telling us about some of the challenges that you faced today." He heard from Tom and fixed his posture toward the cameras.

"Yeah, my first lap was pretty good, was able to avoid a collision after turn 1. Luckily I was able to go wide as to not cause any damage to the car. Things finally looked like they were turning around after I changed to the medium tires given the issues that we had in qualifying. You know, every race is a challenge in their own right. One wrong move and it can change the race at any moment." He rattled off without having to think about the question.

Max saw Nico had tried to get Lewis' attention who was sitting to the right of him.

The question had gone in a semicircle, from him to Lewis and then to Charles before the reporter moved on asking how the car was today.

“Max, 14th consecutive pole this weekend and with a record-breaking 12 wins in a row. How does it feel?”

“It feels good. I never set out to break records. The achievement is something to appreciate and be happy with.” Max rattled off quickly before he thought the reporter would go to Lewis next.

"How do you think your dad did during the race today, Nico?" Max's attention was immediately drawn to the reporter. He never thought that any of the reporters would ask Nico a question.

Nico looked up at him from aimlessly playing with the zipper of Max's suit. Silently asking if it was okay to answer the voice coming from the small crowd of reporters. Max gave a slight nod, encouraging him to speak.

"Papa did well, even if he wouldn't have started from P1." Nico muttered into the mic that Max placed in front of him.

There were chuckles from the reporters.

Max couldn't help but pull Nico in a little closer giving him a proud smile. He loved that Nico didn't care where he was starting the race from, Nico though he did well regardless.

"Would you have changed anything during the race if it was you behind the wheel?" Nico looked back up at Max again.

He would need to ask Christian if he could start bringing Nico to interviews.

"Trying to overtake Uncle Lewis at lap 15. Small gap," Nico said with a shrug of his shoulders. Lewis reached over and gave Nico a little fist bump while Max smiled.

"Smart kid you've got there, Max." Lewis said just loud enough for the mics to pick it up. Max slightly nodded before laughing.

Nico revealing how close he was to the other drivers on the grid wasn't news. He was seen at races much more often now that Max wasn’t hiding his son from the media. It had taken Nico no time whatsoever to start thinking of the other guys on the grid as his family.

"Max, do you agree with that? Would you have tried to overtake Lewis at turn 3 during that lap?" Max couldn't help but laugh. Of course, that's what they'd ask him.

"It's just like Nico said, there was a small gap. But then you have to wonder if it's worth it to overtake or risk damaging the car. I knew that I would get another opportunity so I wasn't worried about overtaking him then."

"Okay, thank you, Max, Nico." Max gave a small nod before looking over the brim of his hat to see Y/N standing in the back behind the reporters with a wide smile on her face.

The reporters asked Charles and Lewis a few more questions. "Last few questions." He had heard.

"My question is for Max." Max moved to sit up a little taller.

"With your son here, do you think he'll follow in your footsteps driving in F1 for Red Bull?"

They were trying to dig deep, huh?

"That's the dream, right." He started before pausing. "No, I mean. If that's what Nico wants, I will support him, even if he decides that he doesn't want to drive in F1. I'll still support him. As for driving for Red Bull, that I don’t know."

Nico tapped Max on the shoulder before he started talking into the mic. "Ask Grandpa Christian." Nico said.

More laughter broke out from the reporters.

Max reached over and tickled Nico’s right side. He broke out in laughter curling up at Max’s side. He loved having his family here.

ynlnusername 📍Autodromo Nazionale Monza

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ynlnusername Second race back after the break. Congratulations to my better half on another record breaking win! You work every day to achieve your dream and I hope that our son is lucky enough to do the same one day.

charles_leclerc Lovely seeing you and Nico around the paddock today!

landonorris The only Verstappen's allowed in the McLaren garage. Don't tell Max.

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fan76 Y/N calling Max her better half. Babe, you are the better half.

fan46 Was at Monza today. Loved seeing Max spend time with Nico before the race. He's such a cute kid.

fan27 Nico in his Red Bull headphones in the team garage!

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wagsoff1 Max and Y/N see out in Milano, Italy celebrating after his 12th consecutive win in Monza.

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fan56 What is this look that Max is giving Y/N? Love?? Respect?? Devotion?? Can I get a man to look at me like that?

fan86 Wondering when the wedding is going to be.

fan29 Probably during the mid-season break next year. Makes the most sense given when Max proposed.

September 1, 2024

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: This friendship is off to a great start. Or something like that.

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff because you all deserve it, tiny but of angst (because it wouldn't be my work if there wasn't angst in it), google translated French

Word Count: 2.9k

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The other side of the bed is empty when you open your eyes. 

Sunlight beams through the window and warms your face as you stretch your arms and lie back. A loud yawn escapes your mouth, but you are so well rested and relaxed that you don't care who can hear you. 

Charles is probably hanging around the apartment somewhere and you can't help but smile at the thought of him. 

You didn't expect you two to talk so soon, but now that the weight is off your shoulders and the secrets - both your unemployment and the Formula One thing - are out in the open, you feel a lot better. You slept well, snuggled up to Charles with his arm wrapped tightly around your middle. His warmth gave you security and comfort and although the road to this moment has been quite bumpy and rocky, you're glad you've finally arrived at this point. 

Pure friendship. 

It's the right thing to do, you tell yourself. This friendship is more important than anything else in this world. I'll be damned if I'm going to destroy the only good thing I have.

You lock your feelings deep inside you, bury them under many and thick layers of friendly affection so that no daylight can reach them. What remains inside you is silence, a pleasant, comforting silence. 

You don't have to worry about what his pet names mean to you. You don't have to worry about eventualities that will certainly not become reality anyway. You can be there for Charles, as a friend - as someone who is there for him. 

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. There are some fresh clothes for you on a small chest of drawers - a turquoise shirt and short gray Puma sports shorts - which you quickly slip into. As you open the door to your room, the smell of batter fills your nose. 

"Bonjour," Charles smiles at you as you enter the spacious, modern kitchen and sit down opposite him at the kitchen counter. Unlike last night, this time he's wearing a shirt and gray sweatpants, which hang low on his hips but still let you feel a little sigh of relief. With spatula in hand, he scrapes the pancake out of the pan to put it on a plate and slide it over to you. "How did you sleep?"

"Very well," you answer him and reach for the Nutella that is already in front of you. "And you?"

"Likewise." He turns off the stove and sits down next to you with another plate of pancakes. His knee nudges yours, but neither of you pulls your leg away. "The recipe is from my teammate. He says they're the best pancakes ever and I thought we could try them together."

As you spread the Nutella evenly on your pancake, you hand him the jar. His fingertips gently brush your hand. "So if they don't taste good, it's not your fault?" you grin and use your knife and fork to cut off a small piece before popping it into your mouth. 

Charles watches your every move. "That's right. So? Did he lie?"

You shake your head. The pancake in your mouth is warm and soft and fluffy, vanilla is definitely one of the ingredients and as you swallow the piece, a little of the delicious taste remains. "It's really delicious," you reply and spear another piece with your fork. "But I think it's also down to how the pancakes are made. The batter can be as good as it wants to be, but if it's made incorrectly - nope. Then it can't be saved."

Your Monegasque friend pours a little orange juice into the empty glass in front of you. "Was that a compliment to the chef?" A grin spreads across his face and he waggles his eyebrows. 

You playfully punch him in the shoulder with your fist. He pretends to almost fall off his chair. "My statement is to be considered purely objective."

Something flashes in Charles' green eyes, but before you can pinpoint it, he turns his gaze back to the breakfast. "I've heard you say that before," he mumbles before taking a bite. "But it really tastes great. I'll have to tell him when I see him again soon."

"What does your nutritionist say about you smearing so much Nutella on your pancake?" When he puts his index finger to his mouth, you have to smile. "Do you have to go back? To Italy?" The thought of Charles leaving you alone here in this big apartment makes you swallow hard. You only really talked to each other a few hours ago, does he really have to -

"No," he unintentionally interrupts your train of thought. "I don't think they want to see me there again so soon after I left yesterday. But that's just the way it is." He shrugs his shoulders. "More time for us." Before you can ponder the meaning of that sentence, he continues. "I know we've already talked this morning about what to do next, but I think we should discuss it again."

You raise an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The brunette purses his lips. "You said that you still want to be friends with me despite my job - and I think that's great - but you should really be sure."

"I am sure," you reply without hesitation.

"But you have to know what all this would mean for you if you take this," he points first to you and then to himself, "on. Dealing with all this is more difficult than you can imagine."

"All right," you reply, shoving the last piece of pancake into your mouth before washing it down with orange juice. "Go on then, Mr. Charles Leclerc."

He looks at you with a look that can't mean anything other than "Really?" before clearing his throat. "I've been in the public eye since I was little. It used to be karting, now it's Formula One. I'm used to people recognizing me, approaching me on the street and wanting to take photos. It's normal everyday life for me."

"Sounds a bit conceited," you joke, but Charles' expression suggests he's not in the mood for fun. "Okay. Je suis désolé."

"As soon as I leave the house, people talk about it. What I'm doing. Where I'm going. Who I'm spending time with. And my friends are set on the fact that when we're out and about, we can never be fully undisturbed." He chews on his lower lip for a moment. "With my female friends, things are a little more complicated."

"Meaning?"

He takes a deep breath. "As a Formula One driver, it's quite difficult to maintain friendships with the opposite sex. As soon as you do something together without anyone else around, it's portrayed as a date in the press or on social media. According to TikTok, I've had four new girlfriends since Annika and I split up. But nobody cares that they are the wives and girlfriends of my best friends. People see what they want to see. Even if it doesn't reflect the truth at all."

Without hesitation, you reach for his hand and stroke the back of it with your thumb. His skin is soft. "I'm terribly sorry about that. It must be awful."

Charles turns his hand a little so you can intertwine your fingers. "It's nothing new for me. It's more difficult for my friends. They are insulted, called names, judged. And all because they want to spend time with me, because that's what friends do. It's not fair. Not for anyone."

Now you understand why it's so important to Charles that you know this. His friendship has a price. And from what he tells you, it's not exactly cheap.

"The pressure on you would be huge. People will have opinions about you that you won't like. And no matter what you do, no matter how good you are - you won't be able to change them. And at some point, you'll be approached on the street without me, just because we're friends. The first time Joris was asked for a photo, he was completely taken aback."

You can see how much this is taking its toll on him and you don't even want to know how many friendships his name has already cost him. It's understandable that not everyone wants to take this risk, this life.

You squeeze his hand twice to attract his attention. When he looks at you, you smile. "Doesn't sound so bad," you try to cheer him up. The attempt fails miserably.

"I don't think you understand me." He shakes his head slightly and removes his hand from yours. "That's no small sacrifice. And there's no turning back once you do. You'll have no privacy once you leave this apartment. You'll be the talk of the town. About what you do, what you say and what clothes you wear. And all because we're friends."

You raise an eyebrow. "And what's in it for me then?"

He lowers his eyes again. His voice is quiet. "Just - me."

Your heart breaks for him. 

How can he not know how wonderful he is? Ever since you've known each other, Charles has always given you the chance to get out of things. He's let you have the bed, driven your rickety Renault to protect you from the public, pushed you away - disgustingly, but still. And all so that you could have a choice. 

You'd like to take him in your arms and hug him tightly, hoping you can patch up his shattered parts. And so you do. You get up from the chair and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he gasps in surprise. He slides off his chair into a firm stance so that your hands slide a little lower down his back. A moment later, when you feel one of his hands on your spine and the other in your hair, you press your cheek against his hard chest.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I do," you murmur against the soft fabric of his shirt, whereupon he presses you a little closer to him. 

"How do you see me?" he whispers against the top of your head. You feel his lips on your scalp. "Like a crazy, jealous guy who shows up at your place in the middle of the night and starts a fight with your ex?"

"You're an idiot." You lift your face from his chest and tilt your head back so you can look at him. He looks down at you. "You're such a wonderful person, Charles. And I would be honored if you wanted me as a friend."

"Are you really sure?" His warm breath brushes over your face. "There's so much you -"

"I'm sure," you interrupt him. 

"There's a series on Netflix you can watch so you can get a better understanding of -"

"I'm sure."

"Y/N, please -"

"Don't you want to be my friend?" You want to take a step backwards so you can really look at him, but he's so comfortably warm and his gaze is so heartbreaking that you don't want to let him go under any circumstances. 

"I want nothing more than that. Really." The hand that was in your hair a moment ago rests against your cheek and your thumb strokes it gently. "But there's so much you have to give up. And just for me."

You nestle your face against his warm skin. "You're all I have. And that's all I need."

His gaze softens and he gently kisses your forehead before holding you close one last time and then letting go. "The Netflix series isn't that good anyway. It doesn't reflect what really happens on race weekends." He sits back down at the counter and grabs another pancake. 

You join him. "I'm not surprised. Netflix will do anything to make money and twisting reality to make it more marketable is nothing new." You copy him with the pancake.

"Exactly. And if you want to know anything, you can ask me. Your friend - the Formula One driver," he grins, shoving a bite between his two jaws. 

"You said yesterday that this season has been a throwaway. What do you mean?" you ask him, emptying the bottle of orange juice into your glasses. 

Charles shrugs his shoulders. "The car and the strategies didn't work as they should have. The Scuderia made more cock-ups than you can stand."

You have to suppress a grin. "Then wouldn't it be smarter to call it the Screwderia?"

His gaze is emotionless as you look at him. "That's the worst joke I've ever heard." He smirks. "But you're right about that."

It's obvious that your friend feels a lot more comfortable now that he's told you the truth. The passion with which he talks about the sport is infectious, and you listen to him as attentively as you can. There's a sparkle in his eyes, his smile almost reaches your ears as he talks about his victories and podiums. 

How could you not want to be friends with him?

When you're done with breakfast, Charles sends you to explore the apartment while he does the dishes. After brushing your teeth and getting a bit more ready - you keep your clothes on, they're comfortable and Charles' after all - you wander through the rooms. 

The living room is kept simple, with white furniture and a comfortable-looking couch where you can watch the second part of Cars. Next to it on a shelf are several trophies and even helmets, which you take a quick look at.

There's even a white piano. A red rose arrangement with the word Love is placed on it. As you run your fingers over the wood of the instrument, you hear Charles enter the room. 

"The roses are from Annika. They're not real, so they can stay longer." He steps from one foot to the other. 

"Why haven't you thrown them away yet?" you ask him as you turn to face him. 

He shrugs his shoulders. "I haven't gotten around to it yet. And Annika was still living here until yesterday. So..."

You nod weakly and change the subject. "Have you been practicing here?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, I don't have much time to play because of Formula One. It was good to play in the bookshop. Even if it was completely improvised."

You remember every single note. The passion he poured into the keys to create an incredibly beautiful piece of music. The passion he felt. How beautiful he looked in the warm light. "It was beautiful. It really was."

"It's your song." He smiles lovingly. "It's as beautiful as you are."

Like magnets, you move towards each other. As he holds out his hand, you place yours in it so that he can gently turn you in a circle before pulling you close. Your hands rest on your chest and you feel his strong heartbeat under your fingertips as you smooth down his shirt. His hands are on your lower back, pressing you against him so that you arch towards him. 

"Charles."

"Mm-hmm." His gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes and your lips, making your heart beat faster. 

You hypocrite, you hear your conscience say as your one hand slides to the nape of his neck and plays with the fine hair there. Charles closes his eyes and something you can only categorize as a moan escapes his throat. 

"Please don't stop," he whispers and leans his forehead against yours. The tips of your noses nudge against each other. 

"With what?" you ask softly, even though you know exactly what he means. 

"Touching me." His voice sounds almost like a deep groan. "Tu me fais tellement de bien.“ you feel so good.

You would never stop. It seems like an invisible boundary was torn down last night and you haven't been able to stop touching each other since. His knee against yours at breakfast. Your embrace. Your half-naked bodies pressed together a few hours ago when you were talking. 

Even if you wanted to, you couldn't stop touching him. 

Hypocrite, repeats the annoying voice in your head. 

Without thinking about it, you arch towards him another inch and Charles draws in a sharp breath. 

"Charles?" A woman's voice sounds from the hallway and the Monegasque opens his eyes. „Chéri, tu es à la maison?“ darling, are you home?

Your eyes search his as he suddenly breaks away from you and takes a step back. Panic is practically written all over his face. 

"Who's that?" you ask silently, but get no answer.

The footsteps from the hallway come closer and when you turn around, a woman is standing in front of you, looking first at you and then at Charles before her gaze lingers on you. "'Qui avons-nous là?“ who do we have here? she asks, walking towards you before grabbing your hands and giving you a kiss on the left cheek, then the right. 

"Maman, que fais-tu ici?" mom, what are you doing here? Charles asks hesitantly, taking a step towards you both. 

Maman?

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[hikari3601]

We’ll be a Fine Line

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Pairing | Al Haitham x Reader

Author’s Note | I’m really sorry for the super long wait.

CW/TW | Al Haitham’s mean :(

Synopsis | Flinching away from him during an argument.

The line between distance and disregard is a fine one, something that Al Haitham seemed to have overlooked. The Scribe -who lives off of rationality as if it were air, found that space seemed to be the most efficient means towards a peaceful resolution during conflict, yet it all turned sour somewhere down the line and worst of all, its toxicity was so steadily progressive that it only became noticeable when it was nigh impossible to ignore it.

Several arguments had passed without any form of resolution and with every person in the Academia five seconds away from an aneurysm, as Acting Grand, Sage Al Haitham was not in the best of moods.

~~

“Haitham.” You called from behind the door, patiently waiting with his lunch in hand, yet silence was all that ensued in the following moments, thus you called again, a little louder this time…still nothing.

Deciding to try your luck at entering you turned the handle, perhaps he had an errand to run and was out for a bit, you thought.

Fortunately, the door was unlocked, and lo and behold sat Al Haitham at his desk, hair slightly tousled and his cape laying on the couch. He looked up at you questioningly. “Can I help you Y/N?”

“I knocked to see if you were in.” You explained, “I guess you didn’t hear me.”

He remained unmoving for several seconds, his eyes trained on the papers in front of him and after he placed the page down he allowed his gaze to briefly flicker towards you. “I heard it.”

Taking a few steps towards into the office, you took note of the cold atmosphere surrounding him but decided against commenting. “Why didn’t you answer?” You asked instead, placing his favourite meal on his desk.

“I was busy.” He deadpanned, eyes glued on the new page in front of him.

Your gaze drifted across his large frame, “When was the last time you slept?” You inquired, noting the dark circles on the skin surrounding his turquoise eyes.

“I took a little nap some few hours ago.”

A frown took form on your lips. “A nap in your office doesn’t count. When was the last time you got over five hours of sleep in your bed.” You urged, your frustration growing at his dismissive attitude.

He sighed, laying his papers on his desk with a loud ‘slap’ and looking up at you with a slight glare. “What is it you came for Y/N, unlike you I’m busy.”

“I’m here to check up on you Al Haitham.” You felt your aggravation grow in spite of your efforts to remain level-headed. “You’ve been working non stop and I’m worried about you.”

“Well, as you can see Y/N I’m perfectly well. Now, if you would kindly leave my office—“

“Why are you being like this?” You finally sighed, your patience beginning to waver.

“Because I have work to do. I don’t have time to laze around with you.”

“Laze around with me?” You echoed. “I may not be the Acting Grand Sage, Al Haitham, but that doesn’t mean I’m not working. I stop what I’m doing every day just to see if you’re alright…because Archons know that if I don’t, you’d be skipping meals daily!”

“I’m not some child Y/N, I don’t need you to look after me, now if you would please leave my office, I’m wasting time with this discussion.”

“How on earth do you think it’s right to treat people like this?” You snapped, the festering heat in your chest reaching its peak. “I’m worried about you because I care!”

“If you really cared…” He rose from his seat, approaching you with a steadiness that left you uneasy. “you would have left Y/N instead of wasting my time!”

His last words echoed throughout the room, but what was truly deafening to the man was your reaction —the way you stepped away from him as if preparing to flee.

Groaning at his actions, he lifted a hand to his already dishevelled hair in a poor attempt to calm his racing mind but watched in horror as you flinched.

Disgust soon washed over him like a tidal wave.

You thought he would hurt you?

Archons, he did hurt you… though not physically. It dawned on him that he had been treating you abrasively for the last few months, yet you still remained nothing short of kind and patient towards him.

He didn’t deserve you, he thought, yet a part of him selfishly feared that you’d leave him after today.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, and although his voice had grown soft, his eyes trembled with unspoken words of guilt and regret, the sight stubbornly pulling at your heart until you bridged the gap between the two of you and quietly took him into your arms.

He hesitated to reciprocate, worried that he’d cause you more alarm, but all it took was you tightening your hold around his torso for him to wrap his arms around you, settling his head against the crook of your neck.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I’m sorry.”

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[sakkiichi]

HERE COMES THE SUN.

They comfort you while you’re having a difficult time.

ft. Childe, Lyney, Albedo, Shikanoin Heizou x gn! reader.

cw/genre: hurt/comfort.

for my dear @https-furina I know you’ve been going through trying times lately, so I hope this can comfort you a little <3 I also struggled a lot with Heizou’s part, so I apologize if it’s no good at all…

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✧ CHILDE

Linen sheets feel like ropes on raw skin against the morning chill.

Its warm cream color, ashen, nothing like the mirror sunrises you were used to witnessing right after you opened your eyes.

What’s the point in opening them anymore? You wonder.

You bury your face against the pillows. In any other occasion, you would have been grateful for the coolness of its silk.

Now it’s just an iceberg. Like a missing shard of your shallow beating heart.

“Someone’s sleepy today.” A familiarly perky voice greets, the mattress dipping slightly with new weight.

You rolling in the other direction is all the greeting that meets him.

“Hey, love! It’s time to wake up!” Childe chuckles, his hand gently shaking your body.

Yet something already tells him this is not right; you usually would have already shoved him away by now.

But today you’re just… unresponsive…

The dull oceans of his stare rise in dangerous waves at your state.

Hesitant, he calls your name, his tone more like a question.

And this time, he does get an answer.

Familiar arms he adores wrapped around him loop around his middle, your face burying against his chest.

You’re warm, yet you feel so… faraway… as if the pain of past memories was seeping out your light.

Ajax is no stranger to the despair palpable in your strong grip around him, he’s endured it himself, through years robbed of him by an abyss that turned him into a master of all weapons.

So because he’s known the cold of endless nights where all he had was a tattered red scarf to remember the warmth of a distant home, he now holds you.

And for someone whose hands were tainted in the filth and bloodshed of a lifetime of slaughter, Ajax is undeniably gentle.

His fingertips ghost over your skin, easing the burning anguish of bed covers that felt too rough, too suffocating, too wrong.

When your lover’s hands get lost in your hair, combing it, you swear sun rays filter through the deep sea you’re falling through.

And then, suddenly, the choice to swim upwards presents before you, scarred sun-kissed hands extended towards you.

You take them.

When you open your eyes, russet sunsets and constellations over your beloved’s skin greet you.

His lips find yours, a bit chapped but gentle; not his usual playfulness, but soothing aquamarine waves.

You swear Childe’s kiss tastes salty. And that’s when you realize the dry tear-tracks down your cheeks.

He made them dry, sunlight evaporating puddles after grey days.

You break the surface, the waters now turquoise beneath Ajax’s light.

He won’t let you sink again.

✧ LYNEY

A whole audience’s cheers fill the Opera Epiclese. Lights shine upon every smiling face, every vigourous clap of hands after the magician’s grand finale echoing through the theater.

However, the illusionist’s gaze of amethyst is focused on the sole grim expression amongst millions of joyous others.

Yours.

Your hands move, clapping together, as if automated; your eyes stare at everything, seeing nothing; your mouth is a taut line, your lips devoid of their usual vibrant tint.

Lyney doesn’t like that being his last memory before the curtain closes.

When you step out of the Opera House, an infinity of starfields is abloom across the crepuscular skies.

What a mockery; a cruel jinx on display, for you to see the unfulfilled sparks dimming inside your heart.

A sigh escapes your dry lips, a small cloud forming when it meets the late night chill.

“You’ll catch a cold there, mon coeur,” Someone you know, tricks and all, utters behind you.

Welcome warmth tinted in lavender envelops you the instant your eyes meet the magician’s starry ones.

A small smile tugs at your lips, the curse of melancholy still clinging to you through it.

“Lyney…” You start. The twilit breeze picks up around you, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself for some semblance of a warmth you haven’t felt in days.

“That won’t do, ma chérie.” Your lover chuckles.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a piece of the night sky itself seems to become tangible in his grasp.

“Here,” he offers, draping it over your shoulders.

Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s a shawl; the cloth feels delicate to the touch, quite fine too, and yet, you feel the warmth of a thousand suns. If you had to describe its color you would come up empty. Silver glitter seems to be embedded in the fabric, but at the same time, it looks like multiple tiny lights had been stitched to the material. You suppose you’d call the hue, dark; a myriad of indigoes merge into violets, threaded together with navies and cobalts. And yet, when you move it, the colors seem to shift, almost like the clouds drifting across this midnight.

“I take it you liked it.” Lyney smiles, softer than his usual cheshire-like grins, when he observes your wonderstruck features.

“Very…” You muse, awestruck at the magical silk.

“It’s a châle de ciel,” your beloved explains, “It will change depending on the state of the sky at each time of day.” He pauses, eyes, the color of lumidouce bells and rainbow rose petals merged, glinting as he admires how the garment fits you. “But I can guarantee,” your illusionist steps closer to you, plucking something out of your hair. “That it will always keep you comfortable… warm or cool, whatever you need.” He finishes, handing you a pluie lotus.

You take a few seconds to appreciate the second gift of the night. The flower’s petals are the same color as Lyney’s eyes, yet not as vivacious.

“Shall we go, mon amour?” Your boyfriend inquires, already offering your arm to him.

Together, you leave the opera house behind.

You hope for light blues on your new cape tomorrow morning. And somehow, you know that’s what you’ll find.

You squeeze Lyney’s arm gently. The sun will rise soon.

✧ ALBEDO

When he sets foot on his camp in Dragonspine, Albedo finds the heater already on.

Strange.

The sun hasn’t even quite awoken yet, the snowy peaks outlined against skies still clinging to dreamless cloudy nights; shards of ice, embedded in the softness of dawn clouds. An accurate representation of the region of freedom’s snowy mountains: menacingly beautiful, brimming with lethal charm, for one step in the wrong direction, and the cold might as well consume you for good.

At this hour, no one was ever already working at his lab, making of these moments calm sunrise-tinted memories in the alchemist’s mind, before the day’s hustle and bustle began.

However, today, the running heater is not the only out of the ordinary salutation to greet the chalk prince.

The acute sounds of clicking vials, books being rearranged and crunching snow are confirmation enough that he is, indeed, not alone.

With silent steps, Albedo advances, keeping one hand hovering over his trusty sword. Then, he finally lays eyes upon the cause for the commotion, and despite the lack of danger, the sight doesn’t calm him any better.

“My dearest?” He calls. The instant your gaze meets his, your condition scares him more than any bandits ransacking his research material. Your hair is messy, falling on your face; dark circles are etched beneath your lower lashline, darkness clinging to you like remnants of turbulent nights; and you’re shivering, whether from the cold or because you’re distempered he can’t quite discern, although it’s most likely due to both.

“Hello, ‘Bedo…” You mutter, the flesh of your lips bitten, flecks of Dragonspine’s freeze coating them, the cold lacing with your bones, chilling you to the core. Your eyes widen when you notice your lover’s teal gaze scrutinizing you. You quickly busy yourself with classifying some potions, by color and texture, whatever takes the longest for him not to worry about your less than ideal condition.

However, perhaps you underestimated his attention to detail; for he has a skilled artist, after all.

“My love, are you feeling alright?” He questions, gloved hands gently taking the crystal vial-filled wooden box you were carrying off your trembling hold.

And in that instant, you don’t know if it’s the warmth of your prince’s hands on yours; or the comfort of his voice, like honey on bitter tea, but you find yourself taking a deep breath, the fresh air of a midwinter’s sunrise filling your lungs.

And then you talk. You spill every worry and bad dream, your shadows opening up to the gilded starlight of him.

And through it all, the alchemist’s hands warm yours, fingers interlocked, very much in the way your souls are undeniably so too.

Because no matter how daunting the river seemed when you faced it alone, when you were with Albedo, its typhoons calmed down, stone bridges and his outstretched hand painting safety and comfort in hues of gold before your eyes.

While the kreideprinz grounds you, the sun reaches its peak, a canvas of aureate and cornflower blue grazing the mountaintops.

You would be okay.

✧ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Emerald eyes read through you as if you were made of clear glass.

The way you worry your lower lip between your teeth; your fingers almost going white at the knuckles as you clutch a pencil, its wood creaking in your grip; and the general absentminded state you’re in, papers scattered over your desk, several case files stacked in disarray.

Something is clearly weighting on your mind.

“I think a break’s in order, wouldn't you agree, sweetheart?” Heizou suggests, standing up, those striking eyes of his fixed on you.

The detective’s voice is enough to stop the quickening clock ticking in your mind, regrets and dark spirals momentarily coming to a halt.

When you rise your furrowed brow, shades of maroon and viridian flood your sight, vivid as summer and warming your up just as much.

Nodding, you stand up too, limbs feeling heavy despite the comfort of your lover beside you.

The brown shades of your office turn into blue skies and soft pink sakuras not long after, the scented tree branches swaying above you, like fragments of dreams someone had given up on, waiting to be picked up by another soul who dared to imagine.

Your back rests against your lover’s lean but strong torso, the sweet smelling breeze combing through your hair, as Heizou’s chin rests on your shoulder.

“So will you tell me what’s wrong, darling?” Are the words of his that break the birdsong-filled calm.

A pang settles on your chest, you didn’t want to take away that cheeky grin that most of the time decorated his quick-witted lips.

“I…” You hesitate. “Well, it’s- it’s complicated, Heizou…” Your lids flutter closed, a shaky breath raking through you, as you turn around in his embrace, your hands bracing on his shoulders. “I don’t want to bring the mood down, you know…”

The detective places a thumb on your lower lip, smoothing over the bite marks you left there earlier.

“You never, ever, bring the mood down, dear. Never.” He leans in, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “My intuition told me right away there was something up.” He takes a stray cherry blossom petal from your hair. “So, why don’t we take the rest of the day off, love?” Your partner proposes, as he takes your chin in between his fingers, mischief flashing in his features.

And perhaps your lover’s smile was more infectious than you had ever given it credit for; and maybe the way he flashes his green eyes at you has your heart trembling in ways that have nothing to do with the fear and guilt you’ve been festering, but you find yourself retorting back, with a grin of your own:

“Don’t you have cases to solve, detective Shikanoin?”

This time, he takes a full sakura flower, delicately placing it behind your ear.

“I have something more important to solve right here…” He smirks, cheekily, as he admires your now flustered expression.

When you lean the side of your head against his chest, he cradles it with one of his hands, the other playing with the ends of your hair.

It would be unfair, if gloom were to take your soul captive when spring seems to linger through Inazuma’s breeze.

With a last look at you, the detective’s maroon lashes flutter closed too. He hopes, at least for today, he managed to protect precious you from the crimes of cruel sorrow.

He leans his head on top of yours.

The case is solved.

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[keyotos]

9:35 ⎯ alhaitham

you wake up to the sun shining across your face. you hear birds chirping and if you focus hard enough you could hear the ocean's waves calmly flowing into port ormos. you also wake up to a certain someone's bare chest.

alhaitham sleeps on his back while you curl up into his side. the way you manage your way into the crook of his bicep practically became routine at this point. his arm lays wrapped around your waist, a firm grasp, but not too tight.

you lift your head, propping yourself up on your hand. you are rarely the one who wakes up early. usually, it's alhaitham who rises before you, getting the chance to do things such as make coffee for you or cook a simple breakfast. you think about doing those things, but there is also another opportunity you cannot miss out on.

when alhaitham sleeps, he looks so carefree. his eyes are closed in a peaceful manner, his brows aren't furrowed like when he is awake, and his lips are placed in a gentle pout. he looks adorable.

you couldn't resist tracing your finger over his facial features. your index finger dragged along the slope of his nose, his cheekbones, under his eyes. your thumb caressed the spot underneath his eyebrow (which was the top of his eyelid), the bottom of his lips, and the apple of his cheeks.

normally, he was the one who got to do this to you. you knew that he spent at least ten minutes just admiring you before getting out of bed. and every time before he left, he'd press a loving kiss on the corner of your eyelid.

but this time, you're the one who gets to admire him. you're the one who gets to trace all his features, study him even though you already know all of him, etch his very being into your brain.

and if you plant a kiss on the corner of his lips? well, he doesn't have to know that. and when one kiss develops into two; another planted on his jaw. two gradually turned into four, which then turned into six, and at this point you've stopped counting. alhaitham was just too easy to kiss; too easy to love.

alhaitham started stirring from his sleep ever since the first kiss. he knew you: he knew what your lips felt like on his skin, he knew that you've left the warmth of his arm, and he knew that you were awake right now. but even so, he chose to stay "asleep."

alhaitham chose to break his act when you were about to move towards his lips. right when you were about to press a kiss to his cheek, he moved his head so you could give him a chaste peck on his lips. he smiled, satisfied that he got what he wanted.

you, on the other hand, felt flustered. "alhaitham? did i wake you up?"

alhaitham yawned, one hand covering his mouth while the other secured his grasp on your waist, "i was already awake," he replied nonchalantly.

you raise an eyebrow at that. how long was he awake? hopefully not when you traced his face. "for how long?" you ask, removing your head from your palm and returning to your previous position on alhaitham's bicep.

"probably second kiss," alhaitham hid his smile as he buried his head into your neck. but you could tell he was smiling either way: you heard it in his voice. after all, you knew him as well as he knew you.

you huffed, "why didn't you say anything?"

"and disrupt you while you were perfectly content?" alhaitham sarcastically answered, "i would never impede with your happiness."

"shut up," you say, sheepish and slightly exasperated with his tone, then let your head fall into his chest.

alhaitham only laughs in response. his laugh his small, light, and airy. you're one of the very few people that get to hear it. "if it consoles you, i had a dream about you last night."

this gets your attention, your head rising up to look at his turquoise eyes, "really? pray tell."

alhaitham looked up at the ceiling as a way to pretend as if he was in deep thought, "well, you were there. but you were a fish. and you had a hat. then you were swallowed by a bigger fish, who took your hat. and then you were swallowed by the big fish, who had the hat before everyone else fought him for it," alhaitham explained with a straight face.

"wow," you deadpanned, "not helping your case, bud," alhaitham frowned at the nickname. something so cruel, so early. you continued, "looks like your subconscious isn't very fond of me. want to tell me anything?"

alhaitham shrugged, "you're very easy to hate." he knows it's the complete opposite. loving you has to be the most easiest thing alhaitham has ever done. it's easy to memorize you: your favorite things, your routine, your body, your mind; loving you was like an accomplishment.

you mock-gasp, swatting him away from you, "i see how it is then. you were in my dream too, if you wanted to know. except, you were a toad. a very ugly one. and dehya was there. so was candace. kaveh too. oh! and i can't forget the general mahamatra," you added cyno in to tease alhaitham. truthfully, instead of cyno, your coworker that owed you a cup of coffee appeared in the dream.

"you guys were all animals, and there was a long drought, so you all banded up to confront the rain god for rain. then, when you went to the rain god's temple, you guys planned a sneak attack and won a battle. and then you got rain," if you thought alhaitham's dream was complicated, alhaitham was absolutely dumbfounded by yours.

alhaitham pulled you closer into him, hands caressing the sides of your body, "my dream was definitely better. mostly because it had only you in it, and not the general mahamatra. or kaveh," your boyfriend lightly scoffed at the mention of the two men. you could only shake your head.

"i was only in there for a short second. before i was, y'know, eaten," you nudged his chest, only for alhaitham to rest his head atop of yours. but then you perked up, "hey. are you jealous of my subconscious? is it cause i dreamed of other people?" you smirked.

"why would you say that?" alhaitham peered down at you.

"well, you did get a little sullen at the mentions of cyno and kaveh," you pointed out, even poking a finger into his chest, separating you from him.

alhaitham only trailed his fingers underneath your shirt, creating shapes on your skin as he leaned in closer to you, "i'm not jealous," he pouted, "i did only dream of you though. proves i'm loyal."

you sigh. he was jealous of your subconscious. oh well. maybe that will teach his subconscious to not dream about your demise, "oh, yet i still died in your dream, so maybe not so much," you mocked, smile brimming your lips, "maybe our dreams are connected. me dreaming about other people probably reflected on your negligence to keep me alive," you teased.

"okay," alhaitham pressed his forehead up against yours, "i did not fail to keep you alive. that was all the circle of life."

"tomato, tomayto. i'm leaving," you only make your way to the edge of the bed before alhaitham pulls you back into him. your back lands into his chest with a 'thump!'

"wait. i'm sorry for my subconscious wanting to kill you. from now on i'll only think of you. as long as you stay in bed with me," alhaitham whispered into your skin, right next to your earlobe.

you let out a small laugh, "you pouting right now, haitham?" you turn to face him, brushing some small hairs out of his face.

"no. will you stay in bed with me?" he presses a kiss onto your jaw and interlocks your fingers underneath the blanket. how could you say no?

"hm. i don't know," you tease, looking around the room to delay your answer, "do i want to stay in bed with an ugly toad?"

alhaitham's fingers poke you in the side, making you squirm, "maybe i should've stayed with cyno. doubt he would've dreamt about my death."

"well, you're in bed with me. not the general mahamatra," alhaitham made sure to hold you close, as if your little dream would make you escape from his hold. yeah, no way would he ever let that happen. not when he loves you more than anything else, regardless of what his subconscious was trying to tell him. you are a routine he would never get rid of. you are a light he would never let die out. you are a fish he would always look after.

"yeah, i suppose," you wrap your arms around alhaitham's torso and rest your head on the pillow next to his, "hopefully i made the right decision," you nestle closer into alhaitham's warmth, body instantly relaxing in his proximity.

when alhaitham kisses the crown of your head without saying anything, you know that you did.

can anyone tell me if it's alhaitham or al-haitham? idk which one is correct so if any of y'all would like to inform me that'd be very much appreciated! ty!!

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗) #i wrote for this man ONCE and he now consumes my every thought. #hsr i swear im coming back #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #this was inspired by 'dream' by @/lulushoeshoe on tiktok #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #reader's dream is originally a viet folk tale i slightly altered to fit in w/ the genshin story #post-archon quest

[sommerflue-22]

Pretty Boy | Obanai Iguro x Reader

Content Warning: MDNI, graphic depictions of sexual acts, gn!reader, submissive Obanai, dominant reader, foreplay, slight choking, pet names, praise/degradation, creampie, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 0.6k

A/n: in my obanai brainrot era. i wrote this at 5am in the morning, hella deprived of sleep. can't really see him as a dom tbh, obanai is a sub through and through. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—

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Clouded eyes gazed up at you, so dazed and stripped off any common sense. Glistening lips parted, panting, letting out small whimpers. Such a pretty face turning crimson, beads of sweats were forming on his temple. You smirked. How could someone who acts so harsh around other people be so submissive and pliant? Wrapped around your fingers like his life depends on every word you say, every order you give.

You smiled, rather nonchalantly. One of your hand held him across his torso, fingers playing with one of his nipple, as another hand fondled his balls oh so slowly. He arched his back, urging you to touch him more. That wouldn't do. You stopped teasing his nipples, moving your hand up to wrap it around his neck. You put a little bit of pressure on it, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

"What do you want?" You asked, voice unwavering as your pretty little boytoy sat on your lap, his back against your chest.

No answer. Instead, his turquoise and yellow orbs met yours, teary and desperate.

"Answer me."

He whimpered.

"Fine, if the high and almighty Obanai Iguro won't tell me what he needs..." you retracted both of your hands from his body.

He stopped you, holding both of your hands in his.

You stared down at him. "What the fuck do you want, then? Use your words, pretty boy."

The nickname was enough to send shiver down his spine.

"Want you. Please." He croaked out.

"Where do you want me?"

"Anywhere, please..." Obanai swiftly turned, now straddling you. "Just touch me, please... please..."

You let him hide his face on the crook of your neck as he started grinding down on your thigh. His cock was fully erect, leaking pre-cum.

"I barely even touched you and your pathetic cock's already leaking?" You sneered.

He whined so close to your ear. Oh how you loved teasing him, watching as his arrogant and ruthless persona crumbled down, exposing his true nature: a fucking touch-starved man. What could his colleagues possibly say if they knew how much of a pillow princess he actually was? He knew nothing about how to pleasure you. All he knew was how to moan out your name as you ravaged his body. Though, you let him do that.

Because bringing someone as merciless as Obanai down to his knees was something you took pride in. It's a personal achievement. Nobody could make him beg the way you could. You're determined to rewire his mind, so that he'd worship the ground you walked on.

"Words, pretty boy." You tapped on his waist. "Do you want my mouth? Or do you want me to ride you?"

You were aware of his state, so far gone he couldn't even form a complete, coherent sentence.

"Ride me..."

You immediately pushed him to lay on his back. It's your turn to straddle him, hovering over him as you fingered your hole a little to prep yourself. He watched as you did so.

You smirked, "Like what you see?"

He nodded. You couldn't help but coo a little.

Once you're ready, you positioned his cock under your hole before slowly sinking down. You sighed. Obanai's cock might not be the biggest one you've ever taken, but his surely made you feel so full and stuffed. It's like a taste of heaven, especially when you started moving, emitting shy yet needy moan out of his pretty lips...

...and that's exactly what you did. Bouncing on his cock, letting him moaned out your name repeatedly like a prayer. He might cum inside soon, but don't worry. Just keep using him and you might feel his second and third spurt of cum drip down your thighs later on.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny drabble #demon slayer drabble #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #obanai iguro #obanai smut #obanai x reader #reader insert #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic

[toxicanonymity]

omg personal trainer joel is so good!!!!!!! can u pls pls pls do doctor!joel? :D

A/N: Can i offer you a bite of NURSE!Joel? IDK why, but I needed to write him.

Dark Nurse Joel (sex pollen)

<1k words / dark!Joel x f!reader

WARNINGS: nonconsensual sex pollen dosing, unsafe P in V, fingering, gaslighting, degradation. Three short scenarios, unedited chaos.

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Nurse Joel would look so fine in his turquoise scrubs with the sleeves almost too small.  The pants would hug his ass. He would inject sex pollen into your IV bag and. . .

He’d stress that if you need anything at all, you just press that call button.  There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for a patient.  He’d squeeze your hand and make eye contact,  watching your pupils dilate with his charm and his touch.  Then he’d leave the room before it takes effect and not come back until you’re so desperate you hit the call button. You’d be touching yourself when he came back in, and he’d act embarrassed for you, quickly closing the blinds and locking the door. “Whoa, whoa, what’s goin’ on, sugar?” He’d act caught off guard like he doesn’t know what to do.

He’d rest his big, masculine hand on your inner thigh as he “thinks” about what to do, then you’d move his hand where you want it and he’d groan when he feels how wet you are. He’d circle your clit lazily at first with two flattened fingers. “Fuck, sweetheart. This what ya need?” And you’d grab his hand and pant “inside, inside.”  He’d take a deep breath then plunge his fingers into you with a shaky moan. Then he’d hold eye contact while he finger fucks you til you come.

Maybe he’d even agree to keep it a secret as long as you helped him out with the situation you just caused of him being rock-hard on the job and unable to continue his rounds until he comes.  Then he might degrade you for being so desperate and he'd hold this over your head the rest of the time you're there.

OR . . .

He'd strap you to the hospital bed with leather restraints, wait for it to take effect, then casually come by and stand in the doorway with his huge arms crossed, watching you wake up feral. He’d close the door to your room and pretend to be looking at the paperwork on the back of the door while he waits for you to beg for it. “How ya feelin'?” he'd ask. You wouldn't know what to say. You'd ask him to let you out. “Afraid I can’t do that. Anything I can bring ya?” Your eyes would be glued to his crotch where a bulge is growing. 

He’d gently pinch the hem of your hospital gown where it rests on top of your thighs.  He’d slowly rub the cloth between his fingers as he asks darkly, “Anything I can do for ya?” You’d answer in a quiet sequence "ums" and "uhs" and he'd wait patiently as you to tried to find the words to ask your nurse to dick you down. Then you'd just reach for his cock. He wouldn't stop you. He'd sigh as you stroked it. Then when you grabbed his cock, he'd whisper “good girl,” then take it out.

He’d hold the rails of your bed while he joins you on it. He'd get between your knees and as you squirm and sweat with need. Then he’d shove himself into you and let you do most of the work, bucking up against him as he rocks into you.  “This what ya needed?” He'd spread your legs wide open and hook your knees over the bed rails before finishing inside.

OR . . .

He’d lock the door and sit in the visitor chair and already have his dick out, stroking himself with ultrasound jelly he snagged from the supply room. Looking at you intensely as you wake up desperately cock hungry and when you see what he’s doing, it only gets more intense. You’d start trying to take your IV out and he’d quickly put his dick away and say “whoa, what are ya doin’, sweetheart?”

He’d come over to ‘help’ you as if he wasn’t jacking off in the corner five seconds ago.  He’d gaslight you that you were having a dream. When you reached for his cock, he’d act nervous and reluctant and eventually act like he’s caving into your desperation.  “Okay, okay, shit, I ain’t gonna turn ya down,” he’d say as he looked you up and down, marveling at your feral state. “But let’s bring this with us, hmm?” He’d help roll the IV across the room. He’d sit down in the visitor’s chair again and let you ride him, acting like he’s doing you a favor.  Then when he's about to come he'd pull you down and make you milk his cock. Then afterwards, he'd act like you took advantage of him but kindly, he's not gonna report it.

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thanks for reading <333

oh and here's PT Joel if you're looking for him - personal trainer , part 2

#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller smut #dark!joel miller #nurse!joel miller #toxicanonymity ☠️ #pervy!joel miller #perv!joel miller

[gyomei]

OBJECTIVE: FUCK FUSHIGURO TOJI

・SYNOPSIS: what started off as two friendly workers transpires into something more when toji asks you out for a couple of drinks one night. and when the two of you agree that your sexual relationship would be nothing more, both of your hearts and emotions yearn for the inevitable ( 3.2k words )

・CONTENT WARNINGS: minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact ! afab!reader (she/her) paramedic!toji & nurse!reader, recreational alcoholic consumption, situationship to lovers. smut content: cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, not proofread.

・SIDE NOTE. here's the very first installation of fuck, marry, kill. and i don't know, i was heavily feeling paramedic!toji. like... mmmyeah ! 😋

The double doors to the hospital entrance opens upon the men wheeling in the gurney, pushing the poor patient in a hurry. The chill upon entering, while not foreign, still makes Toji shiver as he bustles inside. His veins protrude deeply from his hands as the receptionists open the locked doors without question as one of the paramedics stays behind to check in the newfound patient. The crowded waiting area watches as the once moderate volume spikes up with the gurney wheels as the heavy and rushed footsteps of the men.

Pale yellow walls before the site of desks and nurses heading from one station to the next, Toji’s eyes dart until he sees just who exactly he wants. And just to his pleasure, you’re already looking at him. All men come to a halt, the gurney slowing down as you make a beeline in Toji’s direction. Your arms open up and the taller man doesn’t need to question exactly what you want. 

Arriving at the scene, the sight was a gruesome mess. Blood everywhere as the victim was clearly struggling with their aggressor. It took the police awhile to find it, but they managed to snag out the ID. 

“Gojo Satoru—” Toji recites from the top of his head, yet still handing the small rectangular plastic to you nonetheless. “Twenty-eight year old Asian male. Fatal stabs to his chest, nearly piercing his heart and right lung. He’s in a stable condition right now, and the only contact that we can get for him is a close friend in his contact— Geto Suguru.”

“Gosh!” You can’t help but breathe out, eyes widening as you’re typing in the information into the computer. Though Toji’s giving you a verbatim of the individual’s information, you look over the ID to make sure you have everything correct. Strikingly white hair that seems unreal and blue eyes that are so magnetic and captivating, you can’t help but feel for the young man. 

“I know right,” Toji sighs, sharing your same sentiment. “Heard it was about a vengeful ex or something? Don’t know, but that’s what the cops are speculating right now.”

“Well, I hope whoever did it receives ten times worse,” you breathe, submitting the information as you take a stand. You stretch, hearing the cracks of your muscles as you let out a soft yawn. You feel the eyes of Toji on you as you turn, directing more of your attention to him.

“Careful,” Toji warns in jest, the corners of his lips curving upwards as his eyes light up in amusement. “You might have to be the nurse assigned to caring for them.”

You chuckle at that, slipping yourself out from behind your desk. The patient has already been assigned and brought to a vacant room. You’re dressed in a pair of turquoise blue scrubs, going nice with your skin tone. Toji has just a few more minutes to spare before he has to run off again into the ambulance. Really, he should be heading back now, but he wants to spend a bit more time in your company while he can.

“What time d’ya get off tonight, hm?” he asks. “I’ve got three more hours.”

An eyebrow spikes as you glance over at the taller man. Green eyes that always seem to dance with humor and the scar on the left corner of his lip still standing vastly visible as he grins, expectant of your answer. You snort at how unbelievable this man can be at times. “You’re asking me out after telling me about a severely harmed patient? Do you know nothing about timing?” 

“Hey,” Toji throws his hands up to defend himself. “We see the gnarliest of shit everyday. We have to stay sane somehow.”

Well, he’s not wrong on that part. Most nights you just head straight home, take a quick shower and go to bed. Your work days can be rough within the emergency room as you have many different people come into the hospital. All different kinds of problems and different lifestyles all seeking help from you, the other nurses and doctors. If you didn’t immediately fall asleep once hitting the bed, sometimes your mind would wander and a recap of the day would play in your head. 

You shouldn’t get attached to the people that come in and tell you about their issues and why exactly they’re in the emergency room, but at times you find yourself slipping and you just can’t help yourself. You can’t and refuse to harden your heart, not wanting to be immune to emotion. Every time you find yourself dwelling on the patients you come across, you find yourself slowly losing your sanity. Toji’s right.

“I have the next four hours here, then I’m free,” you finally answer his question before turning on your heel to leave. “I suggest you hurry back before they have your ass again.”

“Again?” Toji snorts, an eyebrow cocking upwards, but he does take a step back in the opposite direction towards the exit. “They never had it.”

You ignore that statement, instead saying, “The longer you stand here stalling, the slower time goes.” And it’s enough to get Toji out of the building. 

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Toji doesn't like to drink. On the contrary to his looks, he finds the beverage to be grimacing. Some weren't as bad as the others, but no one could ever convince him to drink willingly. So, while you have a glass of bourbon, he nurses water. And while your drink makes your face sour when he doesn't, both of you need this.

It's a Wednesday night and the both of you— on your weird schedules— don't have work tomorrow. The bar is fairly empty; no more than eleven people in tonight, not counting the lonely bartender. The two of you sit down on stools, listening to the mellow music playing overhead on the speakers as a couple enjoys their company on the dancefloor. Toji’s eyes are on them, fixated as he envies them. 

Envies the look in their eyes, dark bags underneath them but the love is so evident. Envies the tight hold they have on each other as they sway to the music, how their bodies seem to mesh with one another. He envies the intimacy that they hold, but if anyone were to ask him when he was going to settle down or if he was ready to be in a relationship, he'd immediately say no. 

And it's not exactly like he's lying. He's not ready to be in a relationship and he's not someone desperate that he needs to be in one. But, he's been yearning recently. Yearning after this one someone that makes him seek what the couple before him has. 

“Ugh,” you gulp down the remaining content of your glass. “I need another one.” That was your second glass.

“No, you don't,” Toji immediately states, intervening when you turn around to beckon for the bartender. Grabbing the empty glass, the employee looks from you to Toji, trying to decide just who to listen to. You just had two glasses. 

Toji shoots the young man a glare, subtly shaking his head and making him walk away. Groaning when the bartender walks away, you spin in your chair and shoot daggers into Toji. Those eyes, they try to intimidate, but Toji can only smirk in amusement as he fixes himself in his seat again. 

“I thought we came here to relax,” you slump into your chair. “You invited me here tonight, but you're not letting me drink?”

“You're driving home, aren't you?” Toji asks rhetorically. “Plus, do you really wanna spend your day off nursing a hangover instead of actually enjoying it?”

You don't like how his voice drops. He's being serious, but the way your body reacts isn't. A shiver runs down your spine as your eyes gloss with a hint of lust. However, you hold yourself up as you contemplate his words. He's got a point. You don't want to waste your day off with a headache and whining about the discomfort you're in. 

Pressing the balls on your feet on the wooden plank of the stool, you shift in your seat and ready to surrender when Toji drops lower into your space. Lips pricking against the shell of your ears and you can feel his breath against you. 

“I'd rather have you waste it with me,” he hums out a ‘hm’ at the end. “Rather have you in your right mind than be more intoxicated.”

You should be used to his flirtatious remarks, but sometimes he catches you off guard. Speechless, your tongue goes dry as you immediately forget about what you were going to say. Your mouth opens and closes, looking like a fish gasping for water. At this, Toji can't help but smirk, sliding off the bench with ease as he slides the nearly empty glass in the direction of the bartender. “I'll pay for the tab. Let's go.”

He takes your hand and you can feel the rough texture of his calloused palms and fingers, something that you’ve come to get used to and adore. You don’t say anything else, simply following behind him as he leads you out the bar. 

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Sometimes you believe that you deserve more than what Toji gives you. That you deserve someone that isn’t afraid to commit. Then, you rationalize everything, realizing that you’re asking for something that you also can’t devote to. Long schedules and when you have free time, you spend it sleeping or tending to duties and tasks that you need to cross off your checklist. So, you take what you can get. After all, you also agreed to this arrangement. 

Legs hiked up and pushed into your chest, your knees pressed against your breasts as Toji hums against your decadent pussy. Folds that gloss like porcelain as he laps at it. Saliva intermingling with your arousal, your slick juices staining your inner thighs and dripping down the crevices of your arousal. Your breathing is erratic with the tight hold he has you in, legs bound to be aching when he’s finally done with you. Tears stain the corners of your eyes as you look down at the brute of a man below you, green eyes that meet yours with visceral hunger evident in them. 

He groans, adjusting his position to only push you higher on your bed as he psychs himself to believe that he’s deeper inside you. Both hands that were holding down your legs become one, strong enough to hinder your movement with only one as his arms. His free one now traverses down to your heat, pulling away for a second for his thumb to press down to your clit and rub it. His eyes become hooded as he takes a moment to watch just how your pussy responds to him. And when he looks up at you once more, loving the way your cheeks are stained with tears as your golden skin glows from the sweat beading down your temple. Your mouth opens in a small o-shape and he’s reminded that he’s the one that has you like this. 

There’s something residing on his chest that he can’t quite identify the name of. He just has this longing to please you— to make you feel good. He groans once more, inserting a finger inside your entrance as his lips wrap around your clit. From the sudden intrusion, your body tenses up as the fingers that were clinging to your soft sheets become entangled in Toji’s dark locks. “Fffuck! Toji, I— I—”

You don’t know what you were going to say, the words tangling up inside your mouth as you feel a second finger inside of you. His thick digits stretch you out, leading you to gnaw on your bottom lip instead as a strangled mewl escapes you. Toji chuckles, vibrations being shot straight through your body. 

“I love the way your body responds to me,” his deep voice reverberates in the sex-soaked bedroom. “I love the fact that I can make you get like this.”

Fingers plunging deep inside you until he can't see them, he stills his movements as he lets go of your legs and climbs up to meet your lips. Engulfing them, he swallows those beautiful sounds you make, turning them muffled. His digits curl inside of you simultaneously, feeling your thighs clamped around his hand as he does so. Your walls pulsate around them, feeling that familiar stir within your stomach as Toji still has your lips in a hold. 

A high-pitched whine escapes you, fingers traversing the length of his body and getting rougher as you feel your orgasm nearly approaching. You don't have to tell him verbatim that you're about to cum, he knows your body better than you do.

Drilling his fingers inside you, it's no battle against him and your tight walls. He grounds himself on the bed, his erection pressing into your sheets more as he pulls away from your lips and focuses on your pussy. 

He watches how his fingers plunge in and out, your juices dripping down from the crevices and to the palm of his hand. Oh, how you make such a mess of him. It brings a cocky smile on his face. And when you finally release, it’s even bigger, staining the sheets underneath you in a milky white that contrasts your skin. Your legs tremble as he thrusts into you one, two, three more times before pulling out. 

His fingers are coated in your slick release, and he doesn’t hesitate to suck them clean. Your eyes meet him at the ministration, a heavy hum that falls from his chest that has your aching legs clenching and begging for more. With a breathy voice as you bring your hands to tangle in his hair, calling for his attention. Your eyes gloss with lust, widening as your bottom lip juts out as you tug him closer to you. “Want you in me,” you breathe. “Please.”

Usually, Toji would prolong this, have you beg for him or tease you relentlessly. However, those eyes of yours… And there’s a hunger that he shares with you that tells him not to wait any longer. With his chest bare for your wandering eyes, he reaches down to tug off his pants, making his erection more prominent than before. It still makes your heart jolt in anticipation and slight fright. Your body seems to react on its own, legs involuntarily spreading as you scoot closer to him. Your bottom lip perched in between your teeth, you gnaw on it as Toji doesn’t need to be told twice. He wants you just as bad as you him, 

Thick and heavy length that plants in between your folds, his pre-cum makes his length glisten in the dim lighting of your bedroom and with your soaked pussy, it only adds to it. With a few fingers, he spreads your lips open, plopping his mushroom tip against the entrance to only rub against it. So much for not being a tease, he snorts to himself. He just loves the look of his cock sliding against your sweet cunt. It’s a sight he’s embedded in his mind when he’s not with you.

You whine, however, bucking your hips upward in a silent plea for more. Again, he presses the head of his cock against your entrance, a mixture of his pre and your release intermingling with each other. With a thumb, he presses down on your clit before slowly entering you. The intrusion is always a delicious pain that you enjoy, you shamelessly moan as your arms wrap around the expanse of his broad shoulders. 

Ignoring the ache of your legs, you bring them to hold onto his hips as Toji grunts, always enjoying that slight flutter of your pussy upon his entering. 

“Shit,” he curses, a sigh following it. “This pussy always feels so good no matter how much I stretch it out.”

It's your turn to drag him into a kiss, creating a wet sound to follow it as he bottoms out inside you. You can feel his eyes on you, traveling down the course of your body and you don't know why you thought it was normal in a relationship like yours. This complication of not having a name for each other, but holding intimate moments where he maps out the span of your body to memorize it. More than a simple situationship should. 

That when he shares the utmost concern for you; when he asks questions that show more than polite concern when he comes across you at work; and when he stays a couple of more minutes to show you a little more care than he should; you don't know why you thought that was normal. 

He takes the time (when he can) to take you out— even if it's just a bar. To treat you more than someone he sees to fuck even if it is the end game. This isn't normal. 

And while he drills into your pussy, chasing after ecstacy, you can barely get out a coherent word let alone a thought, but you know that you're not mixing lust with love. You think you're falling— no, you know you're falling in love. So when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, you don't care about the possible repercussions. “Come— come inside me.”

He halts for a moment, never thinking he'd get the chance to do this. But when your glassy eyes open once more, he sees the certainty in them as you give him a little nod, “Do it. I'll take a pill.”

You milk his cock, a white ring forming around the base as he feels that same shudder of your legs from before as your mouth fixates back into that o-shape. You cry out, but it's cut short as Toji’s lips crash into yours. Quick squeaks that fly from your mouth instead, Toji can't help but chuckle at the sounds before he pulls away and those hazel eyes back on you. I love you. 

That's all he has left to say, but of course, the words never leave his lips.

—

Your eyes are hooded, but you don't dare give into sleep. Toji's still resting in the bed beside you, eyes transfixed on you. Quirking an eyebrow, you nudge him with your finger. “What's on your mind?”

The corner of his lips twitches, but it's not to smile. Moreso a motion of questioning, contemplating if he should say anything at all. However, your curiosity kills, eyes squinting down as you inch closer to him. Your bare body presses closer. “C’mon,” you poke. “Say it.”

“Do you want more than this?” He asks, eyes becoming serious as he stares down at you. Your mouth goes dry because you think you know what he's asking exactly. Do you want more than… this? However, you feign ignorance.

“M-more than what?” You breathe, your stammer betraying you as Toji immediately calls your bullshit. His head tilts to the side, a knowing gaze on you. 

“More than what I'm offering,” he continues to say nonetheless. “More than just meaningless fucking. Do you want to make this official?”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as you start to wonder if it's a trick question. If you answer, will he automatically end things? “Is that what you want?” There's a faint nod— one that has you taken aback. Still, you feel a surge of confidence when you immediately respond, “Then, yes.”

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[harrysonlylover]

Find Your Pleasing*

In which you have a heated meeting with the hot CEO

Wc:2.4k

Warnings: MATURE & SMUTTY CONTENT.

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The floor was buzzing with workers frantically running from one room to the other as they made sure everything was perfect and neat for him.

Mr. Harry Styles, owner, and founder of Pleasing for sex toys. He started this company from the bottom in 2017 with no one to motivate him but his own will.

Back then CEOs of big companies laughed in his face when he proposed his project, they even scoffed and made fun of him. Now they are waiting in the lobby for their turn to have a word with him. He likes- no loves how they behaved after he outsmarted them in the business field, he even enjoyed watching their face turn pale whenever they entered the headquarters because everyone knows that he’ll be reigning on the top for a very long time.

The secret to his success was the face of Pleasing which also happens to be him. He caused a revolution of some type in the sex toys world after he launched an ad making every man and woman drool for him. There were even rumors about couples breaking up thanks to Pleasing’s glorious toys. When the news reached Harry he smirked, secretly liking the idea of having power over others.

He didn’t even need to try and well the rest is history.

There are lots of things that the public does not know about the successful young man, one of which is his sex club also called “Pleasing”. It is mistaken for being inspired by the company, little do they know the devil himself built both of them.

The sound of printing machines, telephones, and employees shouting got closer as you neared the 5th floor also known as Styles’ Headquarters. You had a job interview and you were required to know some crucial details about him.

You approached the receptionist who was thankfully not so busy and she helped you reach his office, the room that was isolated from the entire floor.

She went in before you and you could faintly hear the murmur of words exchanged between them. It wasn’t long before she gave you the green light to enter.

A big mahogany desk was placed in the center of the room behind which he stood with his back to you, and you couldn’t help but notice the display of many sex toys on the counter.

At the sound of your footsteps, he turned around, his right hand still placed on his hip. He was dressed in an elegant navy suit that made sure he appears as the CEO. You caught a glimpse of his painted fingernails varying from turquoise to transparent while his hands were complimented by luxurious rings, a lion, a pearl, and his initials. You were very familiar with his hands just like the rest of the world was.

“Mrs. Y/N it’s an honor to finally meet you, have a seat please.” He signaled to the comfortable chair in front of his desk.

“Same goes for you, Mr. Styles.” You smiled as you lowered your skirt to adjust your seating while feeling his eyes raking your body.

“I know, now y/n please call me Harry. I hope this doesn’t bother you but I would rather be straightforward with this.” He was now standing in front of you leaning on his desk with his arms crossed over his chest, and you caught a whiff of his perfume. Tobacco Vanille that sent vibrations throughout your body.

“I’m a very busy man and I’m in a rush but please don’t worry I already scanned your file, so I’m being righteous with you. Which is why I prepared questions for you to answer.” He spoke fishing out a document and relaxing more on the desk, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift to his front and you wondered if it was a bulge or just a wrinkle of his pants.

“Anything caught your attention, Miss?” You immediately straightened your posture trying not to turn red in the face.

“No nothing Mr- Harry.” He hummed and flipped the papers while you refrained from looking down again.

“So I gather that you’ve worked with big companies before, nice work indeed. How would you approach Pleasing’s designs?” He turned his gaze to you and rubbed the light stubble on his chin.

“First of all Pleasing has a wide range of items that are no doubt causing global chaos in a good way of course. No one is even thinking of designing sex toys anymore as they stand no chance but Mr. Harry did you ever ask your customers what they want.?”

He was listening to you attentively, his eyes never leaving yours and the corners of his mouth were itching to offer you a grin.

“Sometimes yes, but how do you suggest that happens?”

“You focus on the people who are against Pleasing, who do not enjoy sex toys. Dig deep into what makes them feel good, I think that the initiative you’re looking for here is not to sell more toys but to help everyone find pleasure. Even those that think they can’t.” You spoke confidently already feeling him become amused at your thoughts.

“Hm, so Miss tell me what would the motto be for this campaign?” He shifted around and stood behind your chair, his fingers lingering over the expensive leather.

“Find your pleasing.”

“And do you know what’s yours?” He leaned down and whispered in your ear and you could swear his voice suddenly became deeper.

You nodded your head and he moved forward examining the display of toys, his left hand was in his pocket while the other hovered over the items till he picked the one.

“This is a unique one, I didn’t get to try it yet but I’d love to give you the honor.” He presented it forward in front of you like a piece of candy. It was a plug or at least it looked like one but with a button on the side.

“Now?” You inquired feeling a bit surprised at his playfulness.

“Only if you feel like it Miss, I’d never push you out of your comfort zone. If you want you can take –“

“Tell me Harry do you know what’s your own ‘Pleasing’ “ you shot back at him as you watched his expression shift and eyes darken.

“Hm yes I do but I’m afraid I’m a visual demonstrator Darling.” He lowered down to your level and his hot breath was doing things to you.

“And I’m a fast learner Harry.” He wasted no time in grabbing you by the throat, managing to pull you up on the counter without hurting you just keeping a good amount of pressure on your neck.

He kissed all over your collarbone as you wrapped your heels around his torso, and his cock was being pressed into your core.

“I find my pleasing in others, so pretty girl when you get yours I’ll get mine.” He muttered hungrily over your lips pushing his tongue as his jaw flexed. His hand found its way beneath your skirt and immediately cupped your cunt with his ringed hands.

“I saw how you were looking at my hands pretty, you’re not so sly you know? What did you want, my hands to hold your cunt like this as you hump for relief? His thumb was pressed on your clit making you jolt while his buttoned nose grazed your neck.

“Yes and your thick fingers inside.” You replied quickly as you were heating up by the moment.

He suddenly pulled back and removed all of his rings, slicing his eyes up to you while smirking before placing the rings on your fingers. They were a bit lose and almost fell out.

“Tsk tsk even my rings can’t fit, how will you handle me pretty.” He chuckled pushing one finger inside making you grasp onto his shoulders.

He gently added another finger and began massaging your labia, with his forehead laid against yours. He fastened his pace going in circles and when he found your g-spot he teased you by delicately returning to his massaging technique.

You moaned against him, with your nails digging into his back. He was smiling at the sight of you falling apart on his touch.

“See this? This is my ‘Pleasing’, getting to satisfy a woman like you. Look at these pretty moans and your fucked out state already riding my fingers like a whore. Anything to get stuffed yeah?” He bit at your earlobe and when you didn’t answer him, he curled his fingers at your g-spot.

“Yes I love it, I love your thick fingers inside of me.” You continued to moan in ecstasy feeling his fingers hit deep spots and despite trying to jerk and shift around he kept a firm grip on your hips.

His thumb moved to your swollen clit lightly tapping at it before pinching it and grinning when he heard you scream due to oversensitivity.

“My favorite spot, this little pearl just like the ring yeh? Like being in heat as I play with it?” His other hand dug into your back resulting in the both of you becoming fully intertwined as you shifted closer to him.

“Please I need to cum Harry.” You begged in a rush, his fingers felt so good and the pressure in your lower stomach was getting more and more intense.

“Cum pretty, let me find my ‘Pleasing’ in yours.” And right on cue you closed your eyes shut, as you saw nothing but black, his eyes were still set on your face watching you almost black out from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you.

He leaned forward kissing the tip of your nose and slowly removed his fingers for a taste making you whine at the empty feeling.

“You just had an orgasm and you still need something inside you?.” He raised his eyebrows not to inquire but to make sure.

“Need you to stretch me out real good Harry.”

That was all he needed to hear before he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles, his bulge looked painful as he took his briefs off to reveal his erect cock ready and glistening with precum.

He grabbed you roughly placing you on your stomach with your ass in the air and ripped off your skirt with his bare hands effortlessly.

“My ski-“

“I’ll buy you a Skirts company.”

He mumbled through heavy pants before leaning down to your cunt and grazing his nose at it before breathing in its scent and groaning loudly.

If you could see him right now he’d probably be looking at your puffy pussy with puppy eyes and a drooling mouth.

You wiggled your ass back at him making him chuckle and bite at your ass before standing up and placing his tip at your entrance.

He plunged in slowly but easily due to your wetness, you were so warm and snug yet so fucking tight he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from coming despite having stamina.

“Perfect pussy wanna make it drip all day fucking hell.” He rolled his eyes back and moved his hips slowly before pulling you back to his chest by your hair and thrusting in at a fast pace.

The sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room as he whispered the filthiest words in your ear.

“My Pleasing is destroying your cunt and knowing you love every second of it.”

“My Pleasing is seeing you beg to be filled with me as you tell me how much you adore being a cockslut.”

“So tight already eager to milk every drop yeah? Well, take all of it it’s yours.”

He nibbled at your earlobe and you could no longer do anything but moan and whimper at the feeling of his veins massaging your walls as he hit your g-spot repeatedly. His thick cock stretched you out and reached your insides as he poked near your belly button.

His hand was around your neck choking you, while the other pinched your clit to overstimulate you making you jolt and cry out in pleasure.

“When you beg for it, it means you should be able to take it.” He slapped your sensitive clit three times as you clenched around his cock uncontrollably letting go and reaching your second orgasm.

Harry followed you immediately too overwhelmed by your tightness, you stood chest to back with his bicep tightly wrapped around you while he spilled into you, load after the other.

“Take all of my cum, let your cunt swallow it up.”

His hips stilled inside of you until every last drop was spilled, he moved strands of your hair from around your face, allowing himself to kiss all over your skin.

He reached over grabbing the same toy from earlier. “May I?”

You nodded your head feeling eager for what he was for you, he slowly pulled out not giving the chance for any of his cum to drip before inserting the plug inside your creamy cunt.

You hissed at the feeling of it along with the sticky cum, his eyes were twinkling as he almost died from the sight.

“My ‘Pleasing’ is making pretty plugs to keep cum where it belongs.” He whispered and reached down to the button you thought about and pressed it making it vibrate with the cum inside of you allowing it to reach even deeper.

“H-harry too sensitive.” You tightened your grip on him as you could quite literally feel the cum vibrate inside of you.

He smirked and turned off the button only to push another one leaving you with a whole other feeling.

Emptiness.

“What is this?.” He laughed at your shock before pulling the plug out of you and showing you its transparent tube filled with cum.

“This one allows you to hold on to cum when you need it, fills up sluts like you when needed. Now open up.” He tipped your head backward and you didn’t get to see what he did since the cum was already spilling on your tongue.

He ordered you to take every drop and you did. You laid down on your back feeling spent out as he got a wet cloth and began cleaning your thighs and pussy gently leaving delicate kisses there.

When he was done he tossed the cloth aside and sat back down with you in his lap and head buried in his chest.

“Did my little minx like my new invention?” He asked feeling quite eager for the answer.

“Very much my love.”

There are lots of things that the public doesn’t know about the young successful man, one of them is his love life…

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

can you do headcanons of izana's little sister dating chifuyu in secret or something and the way he found out is that on their anniversary he bought her flowers and a stuffed animal and she came back home with the gifts giggling so he and kakucho went to her school and saw them doing cute little couple stuff??

Ok so this kinda ended up being a bit of a different format then normal, I got a bit carried away with this one! But here is Chifuyu secretly dating Izana's little sister!

In hindsight maybe you had made a mistake, hiding your relationship with Chifuyu was no easy thing but normally you were so careful. Always sneaking around with him and carefully hiding from your protective older brother and his friends. It's not that you don't appreciate your brother but you're not a little kid anymore and you can make your own decisions now.

Chifuyu is such a sweet guy too and cares about you a lot. You met him through toman, the gang your older brother joined. Izana was too worried about you to leave you home alone so he took you with him to the gang meeting, giving strict instructions to his past tenjiku members to watch out for you. There was no point though because no one in toman even tried to talk to you at first, too scared by Izana glaring at all of them anytime they dared to look at you. It wasn't until the end of the meeting, when you managed to distract the Haitani brother's and slip away from them that you actually got a bit of freedom.

Only for you to immediately stumble on a tree root and go tumbling towards the ground. But instead of falling onto something cold and hard, you fell into something warm and softer. Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring into pretty turquoise eyes looking worriedly at you.

"Are you hurt?"

Just like that you quite literally fell for him. And judging by the blush covering his cheeks, he felt the same way. He'd later tell you about how it was a moment straight out of the manga he reads and how he was instantly hooked on you. 

The moment didn't last long though, as you heard Izana calling for you so you ran off before he could catch the two of you together. Chifuyu never even got the chance to give you his name or hear yours. 

The next morning you went to school but wasn't concentrating like normal, instead you couldn't stop thinking about your encounter with that mystery guy and how much you wanted to see him again. And then there he was, standing right in front of your class and getting a lecture from the teacher about being late. You couldn't believe your luck, he was in your class this whole time! The two of you had a happy reunion after class and things developed from there. But you were always adamant that Izana and his friends could not know, he'd kill both of you for sure. 

But that afternoon you messed up, it was your one year anniversary with Chifuyu so of course you were both excited. So excited that you forgot to hide your gifts when you got home, instead you came in giggling and looking at them happily. Not a care in the world and certainly missing the curious gaze of your older brother.

-

Izana noticed immediately. He frowned and raised his eyebrow at the gifts, exchanging a look with Kakucho who was sprawled out on a dining room chair. Neither one of them said a word. Of course Izana could've just asked you, but he already had a feeling that you'd been hiding things from him. And now that your guard was down, he wasn't about to raise it back up again. Instead he waited for you to go to your room before coming up with a plan to follow you to school tomorrow.

They would finally get their answers. 

The next morning, they waited until you were in class to sneak themselves in. Watching you during class was pretty boring, though Izana was pretty proud when you answered a difficult question correctly. They figured they would get more answers during lunch instead, so they climbed up onto the roof to get a good spot to watch you from, completely ignoring the guy taking a nap up there. 

-

Lunch time rolled around and of course you went to grab yours so you could eat with Chifuyu. Sitting innocently together on a wooden bench, the two of you chatted about your days so far. You were just in the middle of getting into a rant about how Ran keeps stealing your expensive shampoo every time he visits when Chifuyu slightly coughs. You turn towards him with a confused look, wondering why his cheeks had gone bright red.

"Ah I was just wondering....well I made this bento this morning and wantedtoknowifyouwantedtotrysome!!??"

Blinking, you manage to decipher what he was asking and nodded. You were expecting him to pass it over to you but instead he nervously held the chopsticks out to you, trying to feed you. Gulping, you tuck your hair behind your ear and lean in, about to take a bite when you hear the loudest shout you've ever heard. It even makes Chifuyu flinch, making him drop the chopsticks to the floor. 

You both look around, trying to figure out what's going on when you see them. A murderous looking Izana and frowning Kakucho, staring down at the two of you from above. 

Cursing, you grab Chifuyu's hand and start running, ignoring the second shout that ran out as soon as you grabbed Chifuyu's hand. You have no idea where you're running too but there's no time to think as you're sure Izana and Kakucho are right behind the two of you. Luckily for you, Chifuyu seems to have an idea and took his bike to school that morning. Lifting you onto the back of his bike before jumping on himself, the two of you speed away. 

But your peace is short lived as you turn and immediately notice Izana and Kakucho riding a few cars back behind you. You vaguely wonder what Chifuyu's plan is here but you trust him, so you just cling to him and hope for the best. 

You soon turn up in front of a house, a house you recognise as belonging to toman's president, Sano Manjiro. Chifuyu grabs you and practically runs to the front door, frantically banging on it and shouting that he's under attack. The door slowly creaks open, revealing Mikey standing there thoughtfully chewing on a taiyaki. He quickly swallows the taiyaki and simply asks "who?" 

Izana chooses this exact moment to show up, causing Chifuyu to grab your hand and pull you behind Mikey. Narrowing his eyebrows, Izana tells Mikey to step aside. Instead Mikey just stares at Izana and refuses to move, the tension in the air grows thicker as the two brother's stare each other down with Kakucho and Chifuyu also glaring at each other. You step forward to get between them when suddenly you're all interrupted. 

"Oi oi if it ain't the toman babies, we're here to take you guys down!"

A horrible time for a rival gang to attack.

Mikey and Izana quickly nod between them, coming to the agreement to take these guys out first, then they can deal with your situation. 

"Step back"

Those are the only words Izana says to you before everything turns to chaos. Izana, Mikey, Chifuyu and Kakucho attack the guys easily as you watch on. Really these guys were no match for them, even if there were more of them. 

-

Frustrated at losing, one of the guys quickly turns his attention to you instead. If he can't physically beat toman then he'll just have to hurt them in other ways. Brandishing a switch blade, he runs at you. You yell for help as you notice the guy run at you and it's like time slows down for Izana. He's too far away from you to get there in time, all he can do is run, knowing that he won't make it and that his baby sister is about to get stabbed. 

-

You throw your arms up to try and protect yourself but the blade never even touches you. Hesitantly opening your eyes, you find yourself glancing into turquoise ones.

"Are you hurt?" 

Chifuyu had managed to tackle the guy and knock him out before he could get to you. He had saved you, again. You shake your head and tightly hug him, thanking him for everything.

"Maybe you're not so bad after all"

Glancing up, the two of you are surprised to find Izana holding out his hand for Chifuyu to shake. Chifuyu hesitantly clutches Izana's hand, wincing as Izana tightens his grip.

"But if you ever hurt my sister you're dead"

Quickly nodding, Chifuyu agrees. You know he'd never hurt you anyway. Smiling at your brother and your boyfriend, you know that life will be easier now that you can finally stop hiding.

Meanwhile

Mikey frowns as he notices everyone else talking while he's still fighting this gang. You all definitely owe him a taiyaki for this.

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[anonymousewrites]

Burden of Truth (Book 1) Prologue

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Prologue: On the Precipice

Summary: In 2018, (Y/N) discovers grief as people turn to dust and the world turns to chaos.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Burden of Truth! Kind of a rough beginning, but, hey, how else do you become an Avatar to a god? Anyways, housekeeping: This is a platonic fic, so anyone who suggests anything inappropriate between an adult and minor will be blocked and deleted. That's pretty much it, but I wanted to make it clear. As for the actual fic, there aren't any warnings other than the violence that Marvel shows. I'm really excited to share this series! Please feel free to comment since I'm always up to answering questions and replying to comments. Plus it makes me keep writing. Without further ado, though, please enjoy!

2018…

            (Y/N) gasped for breath, but their lungs refused to bring in the air they needed. Every limb ached, and their heart beat against their chest. It stuttered, refusing to work correctly. The edges of (Y/N)’s visions blurred to black.

            Everything had gone wrong. They had thought this summer would be a beautiful one, traveling with their parents. Egypt was lovely, and (Y/N) liked to listen to their parents—anthropology and history professors—tell them about the rich history and culture of the country.

            Plus, they were far away from New York where strange aliens had recently attacked and fought Iron Man and a strange wizard. They were safe with their family and free to enjoy themself.

            And then people turned to dust.

            Screams echoed as loved ones disappeared before people’s very eyes. Cars crashed without drivers. Buses overturned and threw out people and sand. Cries went out as crashes sent metal through limbs—through torsos.

            Through (Y/N)’s torso.

            (Y/N) couldn’t even move to cover their chest as it bled. They didn’t try to. They knew they were dying. They didn’t want to (gods, please, no, I don’t want this I don’t want this) but they were.

            And they couldn’t even reach out to hold their mom and dad’s hands. (Y/N) felt like a child again, but unlike nightmares, they couldn’t run to their parents’ arms to feel safe. Even if they could, the chill of death had already taken their parents’ warmth and comfort.

            (Y/N) wished they’d all turned to dust. This was violent, painful, agonizing. Their parents had laid beside them in distress, calling out for help and rescue, dying. No one had come.

            And now (Y/N) was alone—the world hadn’t even been kind enough to let them die before their parents.

            This was just so wrong. Unfair. Unjust.

            “It is unjust.” A calm voice spoke.

            (Y/N) didn’t move. They couldn’t, and they were already dying. Their situation couldn’t get worse.

            “I can feel your pain.”

            This time, a woman, taller than humanely possible, appeared in their line of sight. She knelt among the dust and bodies of the bus and gazed at (Y/N).

            She was Egyptian, dressed in a red gown, and wore an intricate necklace of gold and turquoise. Multicolored Sleeves swept out with her arms like wings. Silky black hair fell around her shoulders, and her eyes were lined in kohl. An ostrich feather stood in a circlet and swayed in the wind.

            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the feather, and something in their chest pulled towards it.

            The woman tilted her head and watched them in assessment. “You sense the truth.”

            “Who…” (Y/N)’s hoarse voice died.

            “I am the goddess Ma’at.” The wind whipped around her as she spoke. “I am in search of a guardian. To uphold justice in the face of wrongdoing. To protect harmony from discord. To defend truth from falsehood.”

            (Y/N) coughed, and Ma’at tilted her head.

            “I can see the truth in your heart. You want justice for everyone who suffers like you,” said Ma’at. She leaned in. “Pledge yourself to me, pledge yourself to the truth, and I will give you the life to do so.”

            (Y/N) looked into Ma’at’s eyes and summoned all their strength left.

            “Yes.”

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2023…

            (Y/N) crouched on the roof and dropped onto the balcony below them. The house around them was quiet. The security guards were clueless to their approach, which was just fine. They didn’t want any attention.

            (Y/N) opened the sliding door of the balcony and slipped into the display room. They glanced around themself in distaste. None of the artifacts in glass cases belonged to the owner of this house. He’d “acquired” them in the aftermath of the Blip left countries in disarray, just so like many others.

            After the return of the Blipped, the problem of stolen artifacts had only gotten worse since the chaos had begun again, letting more people profit off the displaced people and their possessions.

            (Y/N) had spent years repatriating the stolen relics from the aftermath of the Blip. This man, Mr. Medrano, was among the worst offenders. He lied about his findings as an “archaeologist” and stole what he needed for glory. And along the way, he removed any competition. A thief, a liar, and a killer. Medrano was a man who brought injustice of all kinds to the world.

            And that was precisely what (Y/N) stood against—what Ma’at stood against.

            (Y/N) stopped in front of a case of Egyptian artifacts. Their eyes scanned the contents for the relic they were supposed to bring back to Egypt (send back, really, by way of another person. (Y/N) was still just a teenager, so they couldn’t send it back themself without raising suspicions. Luckily, putting something in a hidden box and not showing their face did the trick).

            (Y/N) frowned. The hieroglyphic tablet of Tethering wasn’t on the wall. It seemed they were later than expected, and Medrano had begun to work on translation.

            Which means it’ll be in his office.

            (Y/N) went to the door of the display room and peeked outside. No light, no movement. They moved into the hall and crept down towards the room at the other side of the house. Making sure their gloves were on—no sense leaving fingerprints—(Y/N) reached out and felt the door handle.

            The door was unlocked.

            Gently, (Y/N) opened it.

            Shick!

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they took a step back. A man in a white, bandage-like suit stood above Medrano. He pulled two crescent-shaped blades from his chest, and Medrano’s body slumped to the ground. The man paused and looked towards the door, the moon sighting the crescent-illusion in his hood and the symbol on the forehead and chest.

            “There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here,” said the man, but (Y/N) felt in their heart that he wasn’t speaking to them.

            “Does it matter? Your job is to punish the wrongdoers in this mansion.”

            (Y/N) blinked as they heard a voice echo from behind them. It was a god’s voice. Not Ma’at, no, but most definitely a deity.

            “I won’t hurt a kid, Khonshu,” snapped the avatar, and his hood folded back.

            (Y/N) turned around and found themself staring up (really up) at a half-man, half-bird skeleton in white wrappings. This was Khonshu.

            “I’m not a wrongdoer,” said (Y/N) to Khonshu, holding up their hands. “I’m, uh, an Avatar.”

            At that, Khonshu and man stopped.

            “You can see him?” said the man, frowning warily.

            “I’m the Avatar of Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted. They weren’t used to saying that. “She’s the goddess of truth.” They could see the “truth” of the world more than others, and that included the gods that walked among them.

            “That ostrich is interfering with my work,” said Khonshu, irritated.

            “You are the one who is not supposed to interfere with human business,” said Ma’at’s calm voice, and (Y/N) glanced at the office’s large window to find her sitting on the sill.

            Khonshu’s avatar looked at the window but saw nothing. “Is another god here?”

            (Y/N) nodded sharply. This was a little too much. They were used to working by themself.

            “You are doing the exact same thing,” said Khonshu.

            “I am returning artifacts to our people,” said Ma’at. “I am not interfering in human life more than that.” She glanced at Medrano’s body. “Unlike some.”

            Khonshu tsked. “I am delivering justice.”

            “A type, yes,” said Ma’at.

            “Ma’at,” said (Y/N) quietly. “I’m going to take the tablet..”

            “Go ahead, (Y/N),” said Ma’at. “Khonshu will not harm you. You have done no wrong.”

            “They interfered with my work,” said Khonshu.

            “Irritating is not wrongdoing,” said Ma’at.

            (Y/N) decided to leave before the gods continued to argue. It made them uncomfortable. Then again, a lot of interaction did. (Y/N) hadn’t really gotten to slow down and make friends after 2018, so they’d grown used to their own company (or Ma’at’s). Everything else was business, and anything more was out of their realm of understanding.

            (Y/N) opened their bag and slipped the wrapped tablet carefully from the table inside. They looked decidedly away from Medrano’s body, glanced at Khonshu’s avatar, and left the room.

            If that’s what Avatars and gods outside of themself and Ma’at were like, (Y/N) didn’t want to meet them.

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2025…

            “(Y/N).”

            The now-seventeen-year-old raised their eyes from the book they were reading. “Yes, Ma’at?”

            “I have an important job for you.”

            (Y/N) frowned. Ma’at never described anything as “important.” Necessary? Yes. Important? No. Everything was equally pertinent to upholding justice and order to Ma’at.

            “I need you to retrieve a scarab.”

            “Who stole it?” asked (Y/N).

            “You are.”

            (Y/N) looked at Ma’at in surprise. “What?” Ma’at disliked any injustice or unlawful actions.

            “You are stealing the scarab of Ammit,” said Ma’at.

            Ammit.

            Ammit ruled the scales in the Judgement of the Dead. Ma’at was the Feather of Truth against which human hearts were weighed. One had abandoned true justice; one continued to defend it.

            And (Y/N) was stuck in the middle with the burden to protect the truth of it all.

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[star-light-imagines]

Okay okay hear me out. Time traveling children. Like Todoroki, Iida, Shinsou and Tamaki casually finding their daughters in their timeline. Like they look at the girls and are just dumbfounded cause "this girl looks like my love child with y/n". And god forbid if the kid slips a "daddy?!" at them. *they all have daughters and todo has twin daughters and you cant change my mind *

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Todoroki for sure has twin daughters! I absolutely love this request by the way!

Daddy?

𓆩⟡𓆪 Includes- shoto todoroki , tenya Iida , hitoshi shinsou , tamaki amajiki x reader. major fluff! surprised/flustered boys!

𓆩⟡𓆪 Warnings- gn! reader. bakugo cussing. slightly implied mature content. making out. kissing. cuddling.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Word Count- 13,565

Part II |

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The winter wind buzzed around the students as they lingered in anticipation of the next match. Class A & B were focused , each group strategizing amongst themselves to prepare for their turn to showcase their progress as heroes.

BANG!

Ground Gamma shook below their feet and the air crackled in the silence that followed the deafening explosion.

Eyes darted fiercely around their environment , students and teachers preparing for another attack on the school as they searched for the cause of the disturbance.

"HA! HAH! Very funny 'rage monster' , What? You can't wait for your match to start before you start blowing things up?" Monoma yelled slyly while he looked around looking for Bakugo.

A deep grunt brought everyone's attention towards the explosive blonde who was off in the distance , already getting a head start to find the villain.

"Are you stupid?! That wasn't my explosion, you 'copy/paste leech'!"

Everyone started to rush after Bakugo and into Ground Gamma prepared to fight off the unknown villain.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

They stopped in front of the slowly dissipating thick pink fog that hid whoever was inside. Aizawa's hair floated above his shoulders as he adjusted his eyes, trying to make out the small figure coming into sight.

Suddenly the fog disappeared, revealing.....

"What the Hell?!" Bakugo screamed trying to grasp the situation.

"Don't cuss there are children here!" Iida Immediately scolded in response.

"Obviously there are children here 'four eyes'! My question is, why?!" he angrily states, annoyed.

Shoto Todoroki:

Two five year old girls stood there clutching at each other's hands in fear as tears rolled down their round cheeks.

Surprised. At the sight of the girls, everyone's nerves calmed down as they tried to understand the situation. Shoto took another glance towards the twins that were now being comforted by All Might and Aizawa.

His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took in their appearance, which became more familiar to him the more traits he saw. The conversations and noise happening around him faded as he was frozen in shock at the sight.

The twins' hair was even split between two colors, one girl had white on her right side and y/h/c on the left and dark gray eyes. While the other girl had y/h/c on the right and crimson red on left and bright turquoise eyes. Their identical noses scrunched up cutely as they tried to calm down, just like yours. The smile that lit up their faces as All Might transformed into his hero form originally belonged to you, and the way they both excitedly squealed was a picture perfect copy of yours.

Izuku was just as quick at piecing together the traits.

"Todoroki, you don't have younger siblings do you?" he timidly asked.

Shoto was still too surprised to answer coherently. Instead he had shook his head 'no' before he glanced your way, Izuku's eyes following suit.

You and Ochaco had been gushing over the twins cuteness, you paused for a brief moment as you noticed his stare and waved happily.

"Those girls look exactly like what I imagine y/n & I's would." he whispered under his breath, Izuku being the only one who could hear.

Shoto still had his eyes trained on you, his mind reeling from the conclusion it had jumped to.

Ecstatic. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a joyful squeal filled the air. One of the girls had managed to see you among the students, and ran as they happily squealed. Your arms had opened as if on instinct, and the small girl jumped into your arms with her face now buried into your shoulder.

"Do you know these kids y/n?" Tsu questioned, her face eyebrows furrowed in thought.

You shook your head 'no' silently in surprise, while offering comforting pats along the small girl's back.

"Daddy!" The other girl screamed and ran straight to Shoto.

The girl in your arms stirred at the sound and looked for her sister, while your heart fluttered. Shoto's eyes were wide as they stared at the small girl now standing in front of him, her arms raised expectantly as she waited.

His cheeks burned with red heat, the train of thought completely stopped as his eyes glanced from the child to you. Even though he had assumptions, The title of "daddy." had caught him off guard and he was slow to recover.

"Daddy?" The girl whimpered, eyes watering.

The shrill of joy waved through him once more, a quick ripple of small flames released before dissipating. The tips of his ears and neck now matched his bright crimson face as he leaned down and picked the girl up in his arms.

"Shoto and y/n have kids!?!?" Kaminari bellowed loudly.

Chaos erupted as Shoto walked over to you with hasty steps, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter. Your eyes were wide as he stood next beside you , mentally trying to process now having two daughters out of thin air.

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Shoto's free hand held yours. The action made your heart flutter loudly in your ears. This isn't the first time you've held hands with your boyfriend, but in this moment you two didn't just look like a cute couple, but instead a family.

Aizawa managed to gain control over the rowdy students, instructing everyone to the dormitories.

"There's obviously no point in continuing classes today while we investigate. I need to inform the principal, Iida, make sure the class acts accordingly." He states firmly with tired eyes.

Confused. After comforting the girls at the dormitory, y/n was able to coax out bits and pieces of information from them. Your subtle questions being simple and easy for the five year olds to understand. His amazement at your ability to be calm and collected in this situation made him confused, he hadn't been able to utter a single word since his brain short-circuited with the simple title acquirement of 'daddy'.

"My name is Yume!" The twin with white and y/h/c hair happily introduced herself to the students.

"And my name is Hikari!" the girl with red and y/h/c joined along.

Everyone gushed over the twins, as they quickly made friends with your classmates. Shoto sat on the couch next to you, gently placed your hand on his own. Both sets of eyes watched on as Yume & Hikari danced along to a song with Mina.

"Yume said a kid at school manifested his quirk and they got sent here." you stated while you gave his hand a quick squeeze.

"Time travel is such a complex quirk for a five year old to have." His eyebrows furrowed at the thought.

Since it was another child who brought them here there was no way of knowing if and when they would return to the right timeline. Thoughts about how this could affect the future weighed down on his shoulders and he grimaced at the lack of information they possessed.

"I know it's sudden, but the most confused and worried out of all of us are those two. We should just try to make them feel safe as possible."

Your eyes locked with his in confidence and at the mere sight of it, a soft smile formed on his lips.

"Well of course, they are our daughters."

Shoto watched as a wide smile grew on your lips and a gentle laugh escaped you. His thoughts were still plagued with questions that desperately wanted answers, but he knew with you by his side everything would work itself out.

He was going to protect his daughters regardless of any threat.

Amazed. He watched you from afar, Izuku's rambles about how the time travel quirk could work brought him out of his thoughts as he tried to pay attention.

His eyes wandered back over to you, Yume and Hikari practically attached to each hip as you flawlessly moved around the kitchen. Amazement settled on his features, even when Hikari had gotten in your way or Yume had tried to open the stove on her own, you handled it effortlessly like a dance.

Glided around the Hikari to grab ingredients. Grabbed Yume's hand and twirled her in another direction. One asked to lick the cookie dough off the spoon, you swiftly complied with a laugh. The other gets impatient, you place a second cookie dough filled spoon in-front of her eyes as if you expected it. Tiny hands tried to reach for the newly baked cookies without you looking, you lightly tapped them away with your fingers and a smile.

How are you so amazing?

Shoto's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Yume held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Yume's hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"My Loves, tell him what you just told me." you laugh.

Yume and Hikari beamed. "Daddy gets the first one!"

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the treat. The three of you had laughed at his response.

Panicked. He had barely caught the girls from falling off the coach, when Eri and them decided to use it as a makeshift trampoline. Their giggles continued as he safely placed them on the ground and tried to chastise them for their actions. When he saw the tiny feet slip and heads spiraling down, his mind raced and his body moved faster than he could think.

Adrenaline was still pumping as he tried to slow the fast beats of his heart. The panicked feeling faded and he returned to where he was sitting by Iida.

"Woah! Who knew you would be such a good father!" Mina exclaimed.

The comment stroked his pride as his eyes softened at the thought.

The giggles continued throughout the lounge area, the three girls happily playing any game that came to mind. Bakugo grunted in annoyance from his seat , glaring daggers into the back of Shoto's head.

Less than an hour had passed before the panic he buried away, rushed back into his heart at tenfold.

An intense game of 'your it' that some of his classmates joined in on, had ended when the twins ran face first into a wall. The girls had been running too fast and didn't have enough time to stop before the impact.

Shoto kneeled down, wiping the tears that rolled down their cheeks. He gently placed comforting pats on their heads as he examined the faces for injuries.

"Heh! Good job letting those idiots run into a wall! Looks like they took after y/n when it comes to being an airhead." Bakugo smirked with amusement.

The hands that were on the twin's cheeks stilled, his eyes went a shade darker in anger that he didn't show. The ice raced behind him at an alarming speed, Bakugo was captured in a thick sheet of ice. Silence filled the air as Shoto slowly stood and turned towards him, the cold glare ran shivers down Bakugo's spine more than the ice on his skin.

The girls took one look at Bakugo's slightly scared expression and their tears suddenly stopped as bubbly laughs filled the tense room.

Fulfilled. After two days passed since Yume & Hikari appeared, you had somehow convinced him into telling his father. Reluctant to do so even after agreeing, he sent one photo with no explanation.

The photo was one Izuku had taken the day before, the four of you were enjoying a picnic outside. Smiles on each of your faces as Shoto stared down lovingly at you, your eyes tilted up at him almost playfully. The girls smiled widely at the bubbles they had just created wands still clenched in their hands.

Immediately after he pressed send his phone erupted in calls from his father and texts that he chose to ignore, instead focusing on the girls picking flowers and handing them to you to make them flower crowns. His heart ached with love that only grew each moment he spent with his small little family.

"Did you talk to him already? That was fast." you questioned him as he returned to his seat next to you.

"There wasn't much to say."

"Suddenly revealing twin daughters 'wasn't much' to say?" your eyebrows furrowed cutely as you stared at him in disbelief.

He gently pressed a finger to your eyebrows , when you gasped.

"Shoto! you did not!" you hit his arm, breaking his thoughts.

"Hm?" he hummed.

"You did not just drop a baby bomb on your father without explaining it."

A sly smirk appeared on his face confirming your thoughts.

Aizawa interrupted the conversation with a sigh that made you gasp from the jump scare.

"Endeavor called to inform us he's on the way here. I was wondering about the urgency, but now it makes sense." he exclaims with a pointed glare at Shoto.

Depressed. That night after Endeavor had left, a faint pink mist started to form around the girls. You drew Shoto's attention to the growing mist as your hand clasped around his.

His heart sank at their figure's being overtaken as the mist turned to a thick fog. He could no longer see their features and he desperately wanted to reach out and yank them into his arms. Shoto's arm rose slightly, face etched in sadness when you stopped him.

"I didn't get to say goodbye." sorrow filled his eyes as the fog faded, the twins no longer hiding within it.

"The future you is greeting them right now."

Silence settled between you as you embraced him in a hug, tightly holding on to him in hopes you could ease the loss.

"I thought when they went home I would be relieved they had returned safely, but I already miss having them around."

He held onto you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder.

Optimistic. The rest of that night was filled with needy cuddles in shoto's dorm. Sleep eventually took you both into a land filled with dreams of your future family and when the sun once again rose in the morning, Shoto felt more optimistic about his future than the previous night.

"Good Morning, how are you feeling?" you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He smirked, placing a finger in between your eyebrows.

"Better."

"Yeah?" you were still worried about him.

"Yes. It isn't goodbye forever, as soon as you get pregnant I'll see them again." A sly smirk played on his lips at your shocked expression.

You slap him hard on the chest as he laughed. "We aren't rushing anything!"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Endeavor was so shocked at the photo he received that tears burst from eyes. The sight shocked Hawks into landing beside him and awkwardly consoling the number one hero with a pat on the back.

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong?!" his tears stop. "Nothing's wrong, it's good news! I'm a grandfather!" He states shoving the photo into hawks' vision.

"HA HA! That's amazing!"

"Shoto won't answer me back though, I have a feeling he wouldn't let me meet them if I asked."

"Why not just take a trip to the school to visit?"

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Shoto frowned at the sight of his father in the lounge, an equally deep frown staring back at him.

He was ready for his father to get angry and become violent at any moment, the air felt thick with the tension in the room.

"Where's my grandkids?" Endeavor asked after a few beats of silence.

"What?" he was shocked as no anger was radiating from the man in front of him .

Yume & Hikari peeked at the scene from the hallway and ran happily into the room at the sight of their grandfather. You had tried to chase after them, but it was of no use. You sent an apologetic smile Shoto's way knowing your boyfriend wanted to assess his reactions before allowing the girls to meet him.

"Grandpa!" The girls screamed jumping into his arms, as he shockingly held onto them his heart filling warm at the sight of the two girls.

"You know who I am?"

"Duh! We see you all the time!" Hikari replied sassily.

"Yeah! The last time we saw you we told you how we were gonna be big sisters." Yume giggled

"What?!" you choked out, surprised.

"Future you said we are going to have a baby brother soon!"

Endeavor cried happily with the girls in his arms as you struggled to breathe at the sudden information.

"You cried just like this too!" Hikari laughed happily.

Tenya Iida:

A six year old girl stood before them silently taking in her new surroundings.

Puzzled. At the sight of the girl, his nerves have calmed as he tried to understand the situation as it unraveled around them. The fact a young girl had greeted them instead of a villainous attack caused everyone to relax too quickly, he was hesitant to drop his guard completely. The thought of a villain deceiving them played out too well in his head to ignore the possibility.

The teachers visibly relaxed at the sight of the girl, they whispered amongst themselves quickly planning to address the situation. Tenya took another glance towards the girl , tears rolled down her cheeks while being comforted by All Might and Aizawa.

His eyes widened in recognition, while the deafening sound of his pounding heart echoed into his eardrums. He took in the girl's appearance, which became more familiar to him the more traits he saw. Tenya's mind raced through a million miles per minute, his body became stiff beside Izuku whose mumbled voice drifted farther away in his mind.

The girl's hair stopped just above her shoulders, the dark blue hue almost looked black in the light. Her eyes shined from the moisture of the tears, the unmistakable y/e/c irises reflected the worry she felt in the moment. The worry subsided when All Might reassured the girl who cried in his arms that she was not in trouble, and they were there to help her. Her relieved smile brightened up the room around her, identical to you. Your ear shape caught his eye as she tucked a strand of hair behind it, and before he had caught the most important detail Izuku ripped him from his thoughts.

Izuku's firm grip held his shoulders as he shook him slightly. He received a perplexed stare in return before he sighed in relief and released his shoulders.

Just as the girl's appearance pulled Tenya, Izuku had also noticed the unmistakable features.

"Iida, do you have a younger relative ?" he timidly asked, gesturing over to the girl's calves.

Tenya's gaze drifted back to the girl, the small engines barely noticeable on your calves. A quirk that ran throughout his family line for generations wasn't known to be seen in someone who wasn't directly related to the engine family.

"If I do, they haven't been introduced to the rest of the family."

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed in thought as Tenya's eyes searched for yours.

You and Momo had been talking about the sudden appearance of the girl, and how she reminded you of Iida. You paused in the middle of your sentence for a brief moment as you noticed his stare and happily sent a loving smile his way.

"From what I noticed the child has both y/n & I's traits, almost as if she is our love child." He whispered towards Izuku, assured that no-one else could hear the sensitive topic.

He turned towards you once again, his mind reeling from the thought's of a miracle love child formed between the two of you.

Flustered. The thoughts continued to plague his mind, the idea of a child, your child made his palms grow sweaty and the feeling of electricity shot through his joints. He pushed the thoughts aside for the moment, not expecting his dark blue eyes to directly meet smaller y/e/c eyes from across the room. The girl's eyes widened, her quirk taking effect with excitement as she ran towards instantly.

"Daddy!" The girl exclaimed when she had jumped into his arms, small hands clenched on to his shoulders.

Silence filled the air for a few seconds before the thunderous chaos ensued from the classmates.

"Someone as strait-laced as him is a teen father?!"

"They do say looks are deceiving."

"She does look almost exactly like him!"

The conversations swarmed his ears as he tried to answer the abundance of questions that were thrown at him. His throat felt constricted, the shock of the girl claiming him as her father rendering him speechless. Warmth spread through his face and down his neck, a deep shade of crimson taking hold while his pulse quickened beyond measure. The thought that he could very well faint raced through his mind as he tightened the hold around his daughter.

"HEY! SONIC KNOCKOFF! YOU GONNA EXPLAIN THIS SHIT?!" Bakugo roared with annoyance, ready to continue the matches.

Before he could respond to the explosive blonde, the girl in his arms turned to glare at the boy.

"You said a bad word! Are you even a hero? Hero's shouldn't say bad words, be better!" She scolded him with a stern expression.

During the chaos that ensued, you had made your way to him quickly finding your spot at his side. A reassuring hand reached out to grab his, as you rubbed comforting circles into the tense muscles.

"Everyone! Quiet!" Aizawa yelled with anger, his hair raising off his shoulders and eyes glowing blood red.

The girl in his arms stiffened at the sound and looked at her father with fear, he wordlessly rubbed her back in comfort. The once rowdy students followed the teachers order as everyone became stiff and looked at the pro hero.

"Classes are dismissed for the day as we investigate, return to the dormitories. Also, just to be clear. If you don't act accordingly and behave there will be consequences, understand Bakugo?" He glanced at the blonde who was frustrated at the fact the matches were now postponed.

A scoff angrily left the boy as the students dispersed from Ground Gamma and returned to the dormitories. Mina had eagerly walked over to the new found family, happily introducing herself to the young girl who was now walking in-between the couple clasping one of each parent.

"Hey sweetie! My name is Mina, what's yours?"

"Toshimi Iida." She replied happily.

Displeased. After returning to the dormitory, the tension and chaos from the unexpected child had settled. You introduced each of the classmates to Toshimi as she coaxed out information from her subtly. Laughter pulled his attention to where Izuku's fainted figure was on the floor and Ochaco's glowing crimson face as her stuttering increased. From what he gathered, when you lead the girl over to them Toshimi had joyfully addressed them as aunt and uncle. He watched as you kneeled towards the child and easily explained that she shouldn't reveal too much of the future to them in way the six year old would understand.

"I'm sorry." The girl apologized to the embarrassed couple with her head bowed.

"It's alright! Honestly!" Ochaco assured her face was still glowing with heat.

Everyone continued to gush over the girl, as she quickly made friends with your classmates. Tenya sat deep in thought on the couch, you gently placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed them reassuringly. The attention was captivated by Toshimi as she explained the events leading up to her arrival in the past.

"My daddy took me to visit his agency, but a bad guy showed up! Obviously daddy captured him!" She said with pride before continuing.

"I saw a marble fall from the villain when he got captured, so I picked it up and was going to bring it to my dad when it broke in my hands." Tears started to roll her cheeks as she remembered her father screaming and running towards her with an outstretched hand.

Y/n walked over to the girl and pulled her into a comforting hug, rocking slightly to help ease the tears.

"You are safe now, everything will be okay." you stated as your gaze traveled to your boyfriend, knowing the story had upset him as well.

A displeased frown formed on his lips, knitted eyebrows and stern eyes greeted you.

"I should have been faster and rescued her."

Your lips pouted at the confession, mind blanking on what to say in order to ease the frustration growing within him.

"That's something for the future Iida to worry about, don't you think? Instead you should just focus on her now, keep her happy and safe the way you would want her to be." Tokoyami calmly stated, back leaning against the wall where he stood.

Since it was a villain's quirk or tool that had brought her here there was no way of knowing how or when she would return to the future with the limited knowledge about the quirk. Obsessing over details wouldn't help nor change anything.

"Tokoyami... You're absolutely right."

Your eyes locked with him again as they now shined in confidence, the sight warmed your body and brought tears to your eyes.

"Y/n if you start crying then Toshimi will cry again too." He exclaimed, startled at your tears.

Tenya watched as you wiped your eyes and a heartfelt laugh escaped you. His thoughts were still plagued with self displeasure, but he shook them away knowing everything would be okay with you by his side.

He will just need to remember to train even harder when he has kids he noted to himself.

Amazed. He watched you from across the room, the discussion about the time travel quirk happening around him falling on deaf ears. Todoroki placed a hand on his shoulder to draw him from his thoughts for a moment.

"You okay?" He simply questioned.

"Of course."

His eyes wandered back over to you, Toshimi practically attached to your hip while you and some of your classmates sat comfortably watching the Disney movie. Amazement settled on his features, even though a child was sprung into your life you hadn't faltered in your love for the girl. You effortlessly care for her in a way that could only come natural to you.

Singing along with her to the songs that blasted through the tv speakers. Grabbing Toshimi's hand and twirling her around the room, once 'I've got a dream' started playing earning her a big smile. When the girl's tiny hand absentmindedly reached into an empty bowl of popcorn, you swiftly switched the bowl with a full one you prepared in advance. Your nimble hands braided her hair effortlessly when she asked upon seeing Rapunzel's braid, you laughed lightly at the girl's excitement upon seeing your hard work.

You are amazing.

Tenya's thoughts were interrupted when a tiny hand tugged at him. Toshimi stood before him, cheerful eyes gazed at him while tugging at the hand she held in hers. His smile beamed down at her as he gripped her hand lightly.

Shoto's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Yume held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Yume's hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"Yes Toshimi?" he asked sweetly.

"Daddy, the important part is coming! Come watch it with us!" She beams.

His ears burned red with heat as his face quickly flushed at the request. His stunned eyes looked towards the coach where you sat, laughing silently as you watched him.

Tenya let his daughter lead him over to the coach where he sat beside you, the girl deciding to sit in his lap as you lean your head on his shoulder.

I could get used to this.

Overwhelmed. He had just chased her around outside in a game of tag, before finally catching the girl and pulling her into his arms. Her giggles echoed in the air as he twirled her in a circle before lowering her back down to the ground.

The girl tapped his leg, yelling a quick "you're it!" as she ran away from him once again. Her laughter reached his ears as he watched her run carefree around, swiveling around the trees.

"Woah! She has a lot of energy!" Izuku exclaimed breathlessly from behind him. Two hours of continuous running wore down his green haired friend.

The abundance of energy wasn't surprising to him, given she shared his engine quirk. He remembered how energetic he was at her age, often chasing his older brother Tensai around for hours. He pushed the thought away as he plunged into action again, not using his quirk in order for the girl to run happily as long as she wanted.

A few hours had passed and Tenya had only returned to the dormitory thirty minutes ago with his daughter in hand. However, the girl bounced on the balls of her feet before running around the building chasing down Kirishima and Tokoyami in a new game of tag.

He let out a tired sigh as he leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed from exhaustion. No matter how much energy he had as a kid, his daughter's endurance outmatched his by tenfold.

"She wore you out already?" you laughed, gentle hands reached out and fixed his tousled hair.

"The level of energy she possesses is overwhelming. Even when I was her age I would eventually get tired, but she just keeps going."

You sat beside him, a small smile formed on your lips at the thought of a young Tenya playing so much that he exhausted himself. A laugh escaped you , forcing his eyes open as he looked at you questioningly.

"I probably should have told you that when I was a kid I had so much energy I was practically bouncing off the walls. It might have stopped you from suggesting a game of tag." You laughed remembering how tired your parents often were in your younger years.

"It seems yours plus mine resulted in the world's most energetic future hero." He says happily, still reeling from the exhaustion that weighed on his body.

A crash from the floor above echoed to their ears, a grimace formed on both of your faces as you knew it had to involve your daughter. He stood quickly ignoring his already sore muscles as he made his way towards the sound.

"We should probably enlist Hagakure's help. if she places hide and seek with her it will eventually wear her out." You explained to him.

He looked at you as a laugh escaped him, before he reached over and pulled you into a hug. You had so simply come up with a solution that had left him feeling powerless. He couldn't have chosen a more perfect person to have a family with.

Thankful. After two days passed since Toshimi's appearance, the three of you were settled into a routine. He would wake her up and pass her along to you while he prepared breakfast. You would cook dinner while he entertained her with board games. You would tuck her into bed at night while he read her to sleep.

A sudden frown replaced the smile that graced her face a moment before. Tenya stiffened at the sight, quickly trying to piece together the cause for the sudden change.

"What's wrong princess?" he asked delicately, patting her head.

You shifted near the bed with your knees on the floor, laying a comforting hand over your daughters.

"I miss home, and my friends and Takashi."

"Takashi?" Tenya questioned.

"Big brother." She pouted.

Guilt ran through him, his thoughts from the other day rushing back into his mind. He inwardly cursed his future-self for not paying enough attention to her at that moment, for not being fast enough to rescue her.

You noticed the conflicted feelings wash over your boyfriend's face, as your eyes drifted back towards your daughter a pout still settled on her lips. You hummed in thought before finding the right words to comfort the little girl.

"Toshimi, who do you think the best hero is?" you hummed.

"Daddy!"

"Exactly! And the best hero is definitely going to bring you back home. There's no need to worry, okay? I promise everything will be just fine."

You pressed your lips to her temple for a goodnight kiss, your hand squeezed her gently to reassure her. When you had pulled back from your daughter you noticed that Tenya's face had relaxed at your words as well, and you happily leaned over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

The girl's eyes closed as she quickly drifted off to sleep, leaving her parents in the silence of the room. His gaze never left yours , wordlessly stunned by how you handled the situation better than he could have.

"You really believe in me that much?" his eyes softened as a small blush formed on his cheeks.

"Of course I do."

"I'm so thankful to have you with me y/n."

He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your soft lips, making your heart beat faster and you breathe catch in your throat. The kiss was warm and loving, filled with every ounce of affection he held for you , showing just truly thankful he was to be by your side. He left you breathless and wanting more when he pulled away.

Satisfied. That night you camped on the floor of his room, letting your daughter keep the bed to herself. You were both settled in the sleeping bags, your eyelids grow heavy as you started to drift off to sleep. He watched your sleeping figure and felt himself relax at the sight.

Tenya finally let his tired eyes close as he drifted off into the darkness of the night, only to be awoken a few moments later to the dim light as a pink fog formed around his daughter. He sleepily watched as the fog expanded and thickened in density, the figure of the girl became harder to see and he could just barely make out the lines of a taller figure standing above the bed and holding the girl to his chest.

The image disappeared in a flash as the pink fog deepened and then receded quickly, an empty bed left in its place. He couldn't help but smile at the thought that his daughter was now safely back home and that she would wake up to her parents in the morning. The smile deepened when he thought about the figure that had appeared in the fog, knowing that it must have been his future-self.

His heart filled with joy as his eyes closed once again letting the darkness take over his mind as he drifted off to sleep, finally at peace.

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"Tenya! Tenya!"

"Wake up!"

"Tenya!"

You desperately shook his shoulder , anxiety laced in your voice as you called out to him in his dreams.

When you had awoken to the morning light shining on your face and not to his gentle deep morning voice like before , you were confused. Then the sight of an empty bed where your daughter had been caused your heart to sink, you quickly jumped out of your sleeping bag and looked around the room for her.

The search had been fruitless, and as you now kneeled by Tenya's sleeping figure forcing him awake with your worry. His eyebrows furrowed together as sleepy eyes opened to greet you.

"Y/N?" his deep morning voice still thick with sleep questioned.

"She's not in bed, we have to go find her!" your mind raced as thousands thoughts swirled around your head.

"What if she ran away because of how upset she was last night?"

"Y/N-"

"How did the door opening not wake us up? I'm a light sleeper!" you interrupted him.

His heavy laugh filled the air and brought you out of your anxiety filled rambles. You watched as he put his glasses back on and he blinked away the remaining feelings of sleep that was holding onto him.

"I hate to break it to you, but you are definitely not a light sleeper by any means y/n." He laughed happily to himself.

"Is that really important right now?" You huffed out with a pink dust forming on your cheeks.

"She's back home."

your eyes widened and eyebrows rose in a questioning shock, your mind processing the information as you tried to ask him questions but you couldn't get the words to form. He noticed your shocked expression and how your mind must have been reeling from the sudden transition.

"After you went to sleep last night, the fog reappeared and took her back home. She's safe and probably woken up by now thinking the last few days were nothing but a bad dream." He explained.

You sighed in relief as the two of you shared a loving hug, the morning light still shining through the small slit in the curtains framing both of your figures. He looked at you in awe, before placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"I love you y/n."

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｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

You walked towards Tenya's room noticing Toshimi's laugh echoing out into the hallway, the crack in the doorway allowed for you to peek through slightly.

Toshimi continued to giggle as she desperately tried to place the facemask on Tenya's face with her tiny hands. Tenya's glasses were off his face and his hair was pulled back by a fuzzy cat headband, a soft smile plastered on his face making the corners of his eyes crinkle. The pure affection that glowed in his eyes caused your body to still at the sight, the heat coursing through your body traveled to your fingertips engulfing them in a pink hue. You pushed away the oughts as you swung open the door , making your presence known.

He jerked his head in the direction of the noise, dark blue eyes meeting your y/e/c ones. Hair still pulled from his face, a slight shine covering his facial features from where your daughter had tried to attach the face mask. You eyed the products on the desk and in your daughter's hands as she excitingly picked what she was going to try next.

"I thought I was missing some selfcare products! so this is where they ran off to?!" You teased.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to give daddy a makeover!" She giggled.

"Well in that case, can I help?"

"Yes!"

She all but dragged you over to her workstation in the form of Tenya's desk and started to place items in your hands as she explained what she was going to do next to the man in the seat. He listened intently to her words with soft eyes and a loving smile that made your heart flutter the more you looked upon it.

"Daddy, after the makeover you're going to be the most handsome hero." Toshimi boasted about her skills.

"I think daddy already is sweetie, but we can make him even more handsome."

Tenya tensed in his seat , the blistering heat radiating from his cheeks at the words. He shyly massaged the back of his neck with closed eyes as he tried to repress the growing blush. You two were going to send him into cardiac arrest one of these days.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

A five year old girl stood before them, tears rolling down her round cheeks as she cried.

Surprised. At the sight of the girls, everyone's nerves calmed down as they tried to understand the situation. Hitoshi took another glance towards the girl that was now being comforted by All Might and Aizawa.

His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took in their appearance, which has become more familiar to him the more traits he saw. The conversations and noise happening around him faded as he was frozen in shock at the sight.

The girls hair was a light indigo color, with bright y/e/c eyes the irises white just like his. Her nose scrunched up cutely as she to calmed down, just like yours. The smile that lit up her face as All Might transformed into his hero form originally belonged to you, and the way she excitedly squealed was a picture perfect copy of yours.

Izuku was just as quick at piecing together the traits.

"Shinsou, you don't have younger siblings do you?" he timidly asked.

Hitoshi was still too surprised to answer coherently. Instead he had shook his head 'no' before he glanced your way, Izuku's eyes following suit.

You and Ochaco had been gushing over the girl's cuteness, you paused for a brief moment as you noticed his stare and waved happily.

"Those girls look exactly like what I imagine y/n & I's would." He whispered under his breath, Izuku being the only one who could hear.

Hitoshi still had his eyes trained on you, his mind reeling from the conclusion it had jumped to.

Panicked. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a joyful squeal filled the air. The girl had managed to see you among the students, and ran as she happily squealed. Your arms had opened as if on instinct, and the small girl jumped into your arms with her face now buried into your shoulder.

"Do you know this girl y/n?" Tsu questioned, her face eyebrows furrowed in thought.

You shook your head 'no' silently in surprise, while offering comforting pats along the small girl's back.

"Daddy!" The girl screamed again, looking towards Hitoshi from her place on your shoulder.

The girl in your arms stirred as she struggled to get out of your grip, you slowly let her down towards the ground being careful that she wouldn't fall. Once her feet hit the ground she ran towards him with outstretched hands, excitement bubbled on her face as she took in the sight of him.

His cheeks burned with red heat, the train of thought completely stopped as his eyes glanced from the child to you. Even though he had assumptions, The title of "daddy." had caught him off guard and he was slow to recover.

"Daddy?" The girl whimpered, eyes watering.

The shrill of panic waved through him once more, his hands becoming sweaty in his pockets from the heat his body was producing. The tips of his ears and neck now matched his bright crimson face as he leaned down and picked the girl up in his arms.

"Shinsou and y/n have a kid!?!?" Kaminari bellowed loudly.

Chaos erupted as Hitoshi walked over to you with hasty steps, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter. Your eyes were wide as he stood next beside you , mentally trying to process now having a daughter out of thin air.

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Hitoshi's free hand held yours. The action made your heart flutter loudly in your ears. This isn't the first time you've held hands with your boyfriend, but in this moment you two didn't just look like a cute couple, but instead a family.

Aizawa managed to gain control over the rowdy students, instructing everyone to the dormitories.

"There's obviously no point in continuing classes today while we investigate. I need to inform the principal, Iida, make sure the class acts accordingly." He states firmly with tired eyes.

Intrigued. Y/N had decided to go back with him to his dorm instead of the class 1-A dorm, deciding separating wouldn't be good for the girl now in your care. After comforting the girl at the dormitory, y/n was able to coax out bits and pieces of information from her. Your subtle questions being simple and easy for the five year old to understand. His amazement at your ability to be calm and collected in this situation made him Intrigued, he hadn't been able to utter a single word since his brain short-circuited with the simple title acquirement of 'daddy'.

"My name is Nozomi!" the girl happily introduced herself to the students.

"How cute!"

Everyone gushed over the girl, as she quickly made friends with his classmates. Hitoshi sat on the couch next to you, gently placed your hand on his own. Both sets of eyes watched on as Nozomi danced along the room playing with the classmates she met.

"Nozomi said a villain hit her with his quirk while she was watching us fight." you stated while you gave his hand a quick squeeze.

"Time travel is such a strong quirk, and to think a villain had it and used it on our daughter is worrying." His eyebrows furrowed at the thought.

Since it was a villain who brought her here there was no way of knowing if and when they would return to the right timeline, or what their goals were in doing this in the first place. Thoughts about how this could affect the future weighed down on his shoulders and he grimaced at the lack of information they possessed.

"I know it's sudden, but I think we could be good parents while she is here, don't you think so too?"

Your eyes locked with his in confidence and at the mere sight of it, a soft smile formed on his lips.

"Well of course, she is our daughter."

Hitoshi watched as a wide smile grew on your lips and a gentle laugh escaped you. His thoughts were still plagued with questions that desperately wanted answers, but he knew with you by his side everything would work itself out.

He wanted to enjoy every moment he spent with you and his daughter, while the three of you played house in his dorm.

Loved. He watched you from afar, his classmates rambling about how the time travel quirk could work brought him out of his thoughts as he tried to pay attention.

His eyes wandered back over to you, Nozomi practically attached to your hip as you flawlessly moved around the kitchen. Amazement settled on his features, even when Nozomi had gotten in your way or had tried to open the stove on her own, you handled it effortlessly like a dance.

Glided around the Nozomi to grab ingredients. Grabbed the girl's hand and twirled her in another direction. She asked to lick the cookie dough off the spoon, you swiftly complied with a laugh. Tiny hands tried to reach for the newly baked cookies without you looking, you lightly tapped them away with your fingers and a smile.

How are you so amazing?

Hitoshi's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Nozomi held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Nozomi's hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"My Love, tell him what you just told me." you laugh.

Nozomi beamed. "Daddy gets the first one!"

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the treat. The two of you had laughed at his response.

Lonely. That night after Aizawa had left with Eri, a faint pink mist started to form around the girls. You drew Hitoshi's attention to the growing mist as your hand clasped around his.

His heart sank at their figure's being overtaken as the mist turned to a thick fog. He could no longer see their features and he desperately wanted to reach out and yank them into his arms. Hitoshi's arm rose slightly, face etched in sadness when you stopped him.

"I didn't get to say goodbye." Sorrow filled his eyes as the fog faded, the girl no longer hiding within it.

"The future you is greeting her right now."

Silence settled between you as you embraced him in a hug, tightly holding on to him in hopes you could ease the loss.

"I thought when they went home I would be relieved that she had returned safely, but I already miss having her around."

He held onto you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder.

Eager. The rest of that night was filled with you cuddling your boyfriend in his dorm, comforting him despite the sudden arrival and loss of his daughter. His arms wrapped lazily around you in his sleep as the morning sun shined brightly through his balcony doors.

"Good Morning, how are you feeling?" you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He smirked, placing a finger in between your eyebrows.

"Better."

"Yeah?" you were still worried about him.

"If you want to make me feel even better than I do right now, you can agree to having Nozomi right after we graduate high school."

"We'll think about that after you graduate into the hero program." You tease.

"With that kind of motivation how could I lose?" He laughed nuzzling into your neck.

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｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

He woke up to the feeling of an empty bed as he reached out his hand searching for his daughter and you. His tired eyes slowly opened, drifting lazily over the dark room looking for the missing figures only to meet with emptiness, his eyes darted toward the clock to see 1:52 reflected brightly on the digital screen.

He got out of bed and went looking for the bodies missing from his bed, tired feet carrying him towards the kitchen where he heard slight movement in the middle of the night.

His body stopped suddenly when he took in the image in front of him , you and Nozomi were dancing in your pajamas in the middle of the kitchen. The air pods split up between the two of you as you both trailed happily around in the stove's glow as it was the only light brightening up the kitchen ground. He watched amused, careful not to make a sound as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms with a smug expression taking over his face.

Your dancing continued for a few more moments before you suddenly turned his way, eyes instantly catching the figure standing in the darkness as shock washed over your face. Your sudden stop made your daughter stop as well as she looked in the direction your eyes were gazing towards before a blush crept onto her face at the sight of her father.

Hitoshi and you stared at each other in silence and disbelief for a few moments as you thought about what to say to your boyfriend when the oven timer beeps interrupting your thoughts.

"We got hungry and made late night brownies." You say shyly.

"Would you like some?"

"Only if you two promise the next time you decide to have a dance party In the kitchen you invite me to." He smirks happily as he makes his way closer to you.

Tamaki Amajiki:

A seven year old girl stood before them with confusion written on her face as she took in her surroundings.

Anxious. The unsettling feeling of anxiety racked over his body as he heard the principal's voice call his name along with yours on the speaker system, directing the two of you to head towards Ground Gamma. His hand shook as he walked next to you in the hallway, as far as he knew there were no exercises that they had been made aware of and were assisting in. So why are they suddenly calling just the two of you out there?

You clasped his hand in yours as you two walked side by side, a slight blush formed on his cheeks before quickly receding due to his anxious thoughts. You took in the sight of his knitted eyebrows and creased forehead as you glanced from the side, his anxiety gnawing on your emotions as you felt the need to reassure him.

"Takami, I don't think it's anything to worry about. Just remember I'm here for you okay?"

"Thank you Y/N, I'm sorry I get nervous so easily."

"Don't be, we are a couple and couples rely on each other when they need comfort so that's not something you need to say sorry for." you reassured him before you both continued on your way.

The cold winter air bristled your skin as you walked towards Ground Gamma. You sniffled as another sharp breeze wrapped around your body, Tamaki's hand releasing from yours suddenly as you shivered from the loss of heat. The thick U.A blazer was placed firmly on your shoulders, you blinked and glanced over to the boy at your side who now only stood in his short sleeve uniform shirt. He gave a shy half-smile before extending his hand out to you once more, which you took happily relishing in the warmth that radiated off his skin.

The appearance of the erasure hero came into view as they got closer to their destination. Briskly walking the last few steps to meet the teacher in front of them, Aizawa's stern tired eyes met theirs as they faintly heard the sounds of the year one students fighting against each other.

"Aizawa sensei, did you need our help with another exercise?" You questioned.

He stayed silent for a moment pondering on his answer before simply stating "No."

"Then sir , why are we here?"Tamaki asked with confusion written clearly on his face.

The teacher observed the two for a moment before releasing a long sigh and jutting his head in the direction behind him. His gaze was drawn to a young girl sitting in All Might's lap as she happily listened to him tell her stories. Her long indigo hair reached just below her waist, her delicate finger moving a few strands behind her elfish-like ears. The bright y/e/c eyes shined with amazement at something she just heard from the retired number one hero.

The similarities shook him to his core, she crinkled by the child's as she smiled were exactly the same as yours. The nose he had gotten so used to see on your face now rested on the girl in question, and her bubbly laughter made his stomach sink because the only person he ever heard with laughter as sweet and honeyed as that was from your lips.

"She appeared while we were setting up for the next round of class matches, after asking her some questions we were able to briefly understand what was going on." Aizawa started to explain to them.

"I don't understand-" You started.

"Is that girl-? Is she-? She looks like our future love child."Tamaki stutters out, interrupting you.

Your eyes widened at the statement glancing over at Aizawa to see him nod his head in confirmation of the claim. You looked over to the girl once more taking in her features as you start to notice the remarkable similarity she has to the two of you that you hadn't taken into account beforehand.

"She introduced herself as Meiko Amajiki, the daughter of Suneater and y/h/n. Would you like to meet her?"

Tamaki nervously shakes his head in reply as his hand reaches out for yours once more. You accept it graciously and your thumb rubs circles into the back of his hand to calm him and yourself as the three make their way to the child.

Flustered. The tension crackled in the air like electricity the closer he got to the girl happily playing in All Might's lap. His footsteps echoed into his ears as he walked on the pavement, panicked eyes plastered to his shoes not willing himself to look up as thoughts overwhelmed his mind. A love child from the future suddenly dropped into their lives, would he even be able to take care of her the same way his future-self would? Would she cry when she saw him ? He's never been that great at babysitting.

The singsong voice resounded caused him to tense as she called out and rejoiced in the excitement at seeing the younger form of her parents. Her wide sparkling eyes met his as she looked up from his feet in shock at the child running towards him, arms wide open ready to jump into his arms at any moment.

"Daddy!" The girl cheered as he tightly wrapped his arms around her when she jumped at his figure.

The dazzling smile she praised lit up his world like sunlight, he turned crimson in awe of the brightness that engulfed him from the girl in his arms. He never experienced something quite as beautiful and warm as the feeling of love he felt from his future daughter, it made him in freeze place not knowing what to do next in the situation.

"Daddy?" The girl questioned upon seeing his tensed reactions.

You took over the situation with ease. You directed the girl's attention towards you, noticing that Tamaki was lost in thought as the blistering crept to the points of his ears and down his neck. You waved your hand in greeting, a wide smile placed on your lips as you spoke.

"Hi Meiko! We are so excited to see you!"

"But daddy isn't talking.."

"Daddy is just so amazed at how beautiful you are that it shocked him for a moment sweetheart."

"Oh! Like when he sees you walk down the stairs on date night?!" The girl questioned happily as you choked on air.

"That's right!"

Her laughter filled your ears as Tamaki looked between you two in awe, eyes brimming with tears at the sudden family. The acquired role of a father being placed on his shoulders, his face still blistered from the heat rushing throughout his body not yet used to being addressed as daddy.

Tamaki wordlessly brushed his hand through the soft tresses of his daughter's hair, looping strands around his fingers as he played with it. Contemplating how such a beautiful child could be the by-product of anything he created in the world , but then remembering you was obviously the reason for why your daughter had grown into such a lovely child.

"Meiko, I'm really happy to meet you." He said softly , his eyes lowering in bliss.

Meiko bubbled with giggles as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and engulfed him in a tight hug. The conversation is still going on between you and Meiko as she released herself from the sudden hug and looked back to you with sparkling eyes , voice animated as she rambled about her new favorite tv show.

"Amajiki , we are going to let the two of you look after her while she's here. She'll be more comfortable around people she knows rather than strangers, while we continue looking into how to return her home." Aizawa explained with a tired expression.

"I'll take care of her!" Tamaki confidently confirmed shocking you beside him.

Tamaki's confidence suffered greatly on a day to day basis ,but when it mattered he was able to completely shut off the negative thoughts that plagued his mind and become the bright hero you have come accustomed to seeing on missions. A soft smile formed on your lips as you took onto the sight of your boyfriend holding your daughter in his arms with a stern look of resolve washed over his features.

"In that case, Meiko, are you ready to go to the dormitory with us?" You asked brightly.

"Yes Please!"

She worked her way out of Tamaki's strong hold on her as she jumped down from his arms , he looked distraught from the sudden loss of holding his daughter in his arms while his hands shook slightly.

Meiko reached out both her hands to grab onto each of her parents, adjusting herself in the middle of the couple as she prepared herself for the walk to the dormitory. When the couple didn't admittedly start walking to their destination, she gazed up with a questioning look at her parents. Tamaki's face returned to the crimson hue as the blush crept back on to his features at the girl's actions, the thought didn't escape him that they really looked like a family like this each holding one of her hands as they walked happily.

His happy family.

Fascinated. After returning to the dormitory, y/n was able to gather more information out of the girl. The subtle way of getting to know your future daughter without putting pressure on her amazed him as he watched from the sidelines. He took note of the things the girl mentioned she liked and what she disliked as they talked as well as the expressions she would make that reminded him so much of yours whenever he would see you get excited about a particular topic.

"Meiko, how did you end up getting here anyways?" Tamaki asked cautiously.

The bubbly girl stopped for a moment deep in thought over the question she was asked, her hands clapped together as she started to explain the story to the both of them.

"I was visiting the park with uncle Mirio, and when I was playing with a kid her quirk suddenly activated. The next thing I knew I was here and even got to meet All Might!" She giggled happily.

You gasped at the realization another child was the reason for her traveling to this time. Since it was a child who brought her here, there was no way of knowing if and when she would return to the right timeline. A moment of worry rushed through your features as you tried to conceal it from the child who made her way over to Tamaki to sit in his lap rather than in her own spot on the coach.

The third year classmates gushed at the overwhelming cuteness your daughter possessed as she waved at the students with a bright smile each time she caught eyes with a new person in the lounge. Tamaki's face lowered as flustered with his bangs from the immense stares being thrown his way at the attention his cute daughter was attracting.

"Uncle Mirio, that means me right?!" The eccentric blonde laughed, his blue eyes shining at the girl.

"Uncle!" The girl gleamed, jumping from her spot on Tamaki lap.

The pair happily jumped in excitement at meeting each other as he took Meiko in his arms and twirled her around the room happily introducing his niece to all of the classmates. Tamaki watched in wonder at the two forces of light that filled any room they walked into with joy. She looked so much like him but at the same time she acted nothing like him. The fact fascinated him as he continued to watch from afar from his seat beside you, clutching your hand in his ass he lowered his head to rest on your shoulder shielding his face from the curious onlookers.

"She's so bright, like you and Mirio combined." He mumbles under his breath barely audible to where only you could hear.

You stilled beneath him at the words wishing you could see the emotions on his face in order to gauge how he was feeling in the moment.

"Really? From what I see she shines more like you, a dazzling moonlight that lights up the dark nights."

You knew he would think you were just saying that in order to make him feel better, but as you looked at your daughter playing with Mirio from a distance the only thing you saw was the same bright light that Tamaki would have when ever he would be around his best friend.If Mirio was the the sun to Tamaki , then he was most defiantly the moon to you.

"Thank you." He hummed into your shoulder the vibrations sending chills down your spine.

"Do you really think she shines like me ?" He asks the thoughts eating at him once he thinks a bit to long on your words.

"Of course, the spitting image of you when you are fighting crime or happily laughing with Mirio."

"I want her to be more confident than I am."

"I don't think you have to worry about that." you laugh lightheartedly.

"I hope she stays that bright forever."

"She will."

Tamaki moves slightly to where he can look into your eyes, a deep blush formed on his cheeks as his eyes deepened with affection as he took in your features. It wasn't just his daughter that fascinated him, but you as well. The way your words always managed to settle his heart and ease his mind when he was panicked, the way your smile would cause his form even if he was having a bad day , or the way your laughter would cause his heart to quicken and his face to flush just from hearing it.

He timidly leaned into you as he placed a soft kiss to your lips, drinking in the way the felt against his. The sweet taste rewarded him as he licked his tongue over lips when you parted them in shock. An audible gasp drew his attention away from you to the room still full of his classmates as his body turned crimson his eyes darted to the floor in shame.

"Y/N I'm sorry, -" He started while stuttering out the words.

"That was amazing." You interrupted him hoping to raise his self esteem and assure him that you did not mind the sideshow of public affection.

He stiffly walked towards a wall placing his head against it while he tried to calm his blistering body from the thought that people had witnessed him kiss you so openly. His fingertips felt hot against his face as she covered his face with his hands, trying to block out the mental pictures of shock written on his classmates faces.

Enchanted. He watched you from afar, Mirio's laughter bringing him out of his thoughts briefly as he made eye contact with his blonde best friend once more. A soft smile overtaking his lips as he listened to the story was explaining to Neijire and him, before his gaze drifted ever so slightly back to you.

Meiko was sitting on your lap as you both drew pictures together happily, the crayons around and markers scattered around the table you were at. Every so often the child's tiny hands would stop moving and she would pick up the paper to show you waiting for praise on her latest work of art. Your sweet laughter enchanted him as you would pat her head in gently and look in awe at what the girl had shown you.

You were so effortlessly caring for a child that had been thrusted into your life. The parenting came to you easily as you played and took care of the girl in your arms, where he would still become flustered and have trouble speaking whenever the girl called him daddy or attracted too much attention his way from his classmates. You were enchanting to him, the way you were able to so care-freely smile with Meiko as if everything in the world was normal and she wasn't brought here out of the blue.

You are amazing.

Tamaki's thoughts were interrupted when a piece of paper constricted his view of you. Meiko stood before him, hands outstretched towards him holding a drawing she just completed. The bright smile still adorning her lips as her sparkling eyes met his, he took the art carefully in his hands to adjust his eyes to the paper. He saw the figures of a happy family of three outside a house, all smiling happily as he took note of their characteristics resembling the three of them. A soft smile was brought to his lips as he reached down to hug his daughter and bring her onto his lap.

"You are an amazing artist." He said gently, patting her head.

Meiko beamed. "I made that one special, just for you daddy!"

His heart hammered against his chest as he took in the bright smile the girl was rewarding him, faintly heating the laughter from Mirio and Neijire at his side from his reaction.

Determined. After two days had passed since Meiko appeared, he had realized how much the girl loved to have tea parties. Often dragging you and him to your imaginary set up in the lounge area, when you suggested the idea of having a real tea party to the girl she was ecstatic and therefore Tamaki was now walking with the girl at his side as he entered Fatgum's agency.

She carried the self decorated invitations she created in her hands as they walked hand in hand. Her bubbly smile caught the attention of his coworkers as they passed by, his gaze lowering to the ground as they walked further into the building.

Fatgum greeted them happily as they entered his office, slightly shocked by the child accompanying his protégée especially since she looked so similar to Tamaki.

"Hello Suneater, who is this cutie following you around today?"

"This is Meiko, y/n and I'd future love child that got sent back in time." Tamaki nervously explained , his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

The pro hero stiffened in his seat at the news, shock temporarily taking over his features before he pushed it away replacing it with a bright smile he directed towards the young girl in the room.

"Well hello there Meiko, what brings you here today?" he asks excitedly, eyeing the invitations in her hands.

"I'm inviting you to a tea party! There's invitations for daddy's friends Kiri and Tetsu to!" She bubbled before running up to him and placing the invitations in his hand.

"It's a bit last minute, the tea party is for later today . I was hoping you could bring them along with you after paroling." Tamaki apologized sheepishly.

"Oh woah! Of course I'll be there and I'll make sure to bring them along. How could we miss such a cute girl's tea party?" He stated, happily while ruffling the girl's hair with his hands.

He watched as Fatgum picked up his daughter and carried her around his building introducing her to the staff, happily rejoicing in the fact that Tamaki had a bright future ahead of him with a happy family waiting for him. He received endless praises for his daughter's cuteness as they gushed about her bubbly personality, his face turned crimson as he tried to fight the feeling of walking out of the building before his daughter was done playing with his mentor.

One thought played over in his head as he watched the girl beam as Fatgum lifted her up on his shoulder.

I want to make this the best tea party she's ever had.

Determination filled his bones as he pulled out his phone, searching for your contact number before sending you ideas to add to the preparations.

"Daddy, Fatgum said there's a cookie shop nearby. Can we stop there on the way home?" You sing out while looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Of course sweetheart, anything your heart desires." He said sweetly as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and back behind her ear.

She started to drag him out of the building as he waved goodbye to Fatgum and his coworkers, they looked on at the sight with happiness at how much the girl was bringing Tamaki out of his shell.

"We should bring some for y/n too, I wonder what flavor they would like though." Tamaki thought out loud hands till being held by his daughter as they walked on the sidewalk.

"Oh! I know that one! It's mint chocolate chip, they told Aunt Neijire one time it's her favorite because your breath always smells like mint!" The girl happily confessed what she had overheard in the future.

Tamaki's body went numb as his body temperature rose at an alarming rate. The fingers that held onto the girls hand burned crimson as she looked up at him in curiosity, the pair stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as people passed by them. His face was covered by his bangs as he gazed down towards his shoes, eyes wide in shock at the confession he was never supposed to hear.

He mentally took a note to always keep an extra stock of mints in case he ever ran out.

Heartbroken. That Night as the two of you were cleaning up the party supplies while Meiko was happily running around the lounge with Mirio, a shocked gasp drew your attention from picking up trash to the pink mist forming around your daughter. You took Tamaki's hand in your as you lead him close to the girl watching her figure get swallowed by the growing fog.

His heart sank to his stomach as he watched the growing fog become thick to where he couldn't make out her features, anxiety grew in him as he wrestled with the idea of rushing into the fog and pulling her back out in order to spend a few more days with her. Tears fell down his cheeks as he curled an arm around your waist and placed his face in your shoulder, his heart breaking at the sight of his daughter leaving so suddenly bringing him to cry on your shoulder.

"I don't want her to leave" Sorrow laced his voice as it shook into your neck.

"Just think about how much future you have been missing her the last few days and how happy he will be seeing her again." You said softly rubbing his back to calm his tears.

The light from the pink fog dissipated as the fog faded and the indigo haired girl no longer stood before them.

Silence filled the room as Mirio looked at you with sadness , not knowing what to do in order to comfort his friend at this moment. You smile softly in return and grab Tamaki's hand leading him to your room for the night.

When you reached your room, you kept the lights off only allowing the curtains to open slightly to fill the room with dim moonlight as you pulled him to your bed. He refused to look you in the eye as he sat on the bed motionless, you hurriedly changed into pajamas in your closet not wanting to take too long in order to comfort your boyfriend who was reeling with the loss of his future daughter.

"Tamaki" You started to get shy as you sat on the bed next to him. "Cuddle with me tonight?"

His hands urgently reached for you, holding you tightly in his embrace and he let the tears fall freely down his cheeks once more. You caressed your fingers through his indigo strands as you let him feel his emotions openly within the comfort of your arms.

Confident. The rest of that night was filled with tears and needy cuddles , as he refused to let go of your figure, half afraid you would disappear as well he didn't keep a firm hold on you. His tears finally stopped as he fell into a deep peaceful sleep, while you brushed away the remaining wet tears that rolled down his eyes.

The sunlight filled the room through the opening in the curtain as your eyes adjusted to the morning light, blinking away the sleep that had taken over you.

You look down to Tamaki's face that was nestled on your chest as his arms were wrapped securely around you in a tight embrace. His face was peaceful as he continued to sleep through the morning hours. You gently brushed some hair out of his eyes and behind his ear as he flinched at the movement , eyes slowly opening to take in your figure beneath him highlighted by the sunlight of the room.

"Good morning Tamaki, how are you feeling?" You gently questioned while running your hands through his tousled sleep hair.

"My heart still feels empty knowing she's no longer here, but I had a dream about our family last night."

"Oh yeah, what happened in the dream?"

"We were happy, hugging her and playing with her as she ran around the backyard of our house. We had a dog that she would chase around and when she got tired of being out in the sun she would jump into my arms and have me carry her inside." " She said happily, sighing at the memory.

"That sounds like a beautiful dream."

Tamaki laid with his head still resting on your chest as he listened to your heartbeat racing beneath him as the thought about the last few days .

"I think I'm going to be a good father in the future." He says with confidence gaining in his voice.

"I know you are going to be a good father."

He takes in a breath before slowly exhaling and looking up to make eye contact with your eyes. "There were a few empty rooms in the house I dreamed of."

"were there?" you teased with a smirk forming on your lips.

"We should give her some siblings in the future."

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｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Meiko happily welcomed her guests into the cutely decorated area where her tea party was taking place. Knowing how excited she was to host this, Takami and you went all out on the decorations in order to assure your daughter's smiling face.

The miniature pink tea set, plates already set out around the table, linens neatly folded and pastries prepared in advance and set out aesthetically on a three tiered tray. The teapot filled with water, so the guests could actually sip their cups instead of pretending to, which had been an idea you slipped to Takami as you two were setting up.

Fatgum, Kirishima and Testutestu eagerly walked into the room, Fatgum being dragged by Meiko's tiny hands as she led him to the seat she declared as his. Nejire and Mirio strolled in happily behind the group, Eri being held in his arms as she looked around the table amazed.

"I've never been to a tea party before." Eri whispered hiding behind Mirio when he placed her down.

"That's okay! The only thing you need to do is have fun and make friends!" Meiko cheered, taking the girl's hand in hers and leading her over to the seat next to hers.

"See and and now your friends with me!" your daughter exclaimed with a bright smile.

Eri's timid expression was replaced by an equally bright smile as the girl's laughter filled the room.

The afternoon was filled with joy as the tea party carried on effortlessly. Tamaki was shyly fed sweets by Meiko every now and then which would cause his face to burn with heat, Mirio would laugh at the sight and prompt Eri to do the same. Fatgum would tell funny stories he acquired over the years , as Kirishima eagerly accepted the offering of refills.

Meiko's happiness lit up the room as if she was the sun herself, she eagerly nodded her head and laughed when Kirishima and Tetsutetsu offered to arm wrestle in order to show was the strongest. Takami watched from his seat beside you, the sight of his daughter so happily playing with all the people closest in his life made his heart throb in his chest.

"You okay Takami?" You questioned when you noticed his far off gaze.

"I'm better than okay. I'm the luckiest father in the world to have such a beautiful family to call my own."

You took in a sharp breath as you covered your face with your hands, hiding the evident blush that formed at the unexpected statement. The blistering heat warmed your hands as the blush rushed to your ears and neck the more you thought of his words.

"Y/N? What happened over there?" Kirishima questioned after he was declared winner of the wrestling match, bringing everyone's attention to you.

The blush instantly turned to a crimson color and you lowered your hands to see the gazes of everyone around the table.

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⋆ ★ A/N: This took me so much longer than I originally thought it would!

For my next requests that has multiple characters I'm probably going to shorten my writing in order to make it easier for me to fulfill meeting my requests in timely manner.

I did end up reusing the prompt I used for Shoto with Hitoshi just because I could no longer look at my screen anymore.

I'm also thinking of writing a part two with Bakugo , Kirishima , Monoma and Mirio. Let me know if you would like me to post that eventually.

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Hihi! Can I pretty please get a Saint Peter x sinner!reader where reader visits heaven with Vaggie and Charlie. Peter and her (or them if readers written as gendernutural) kind of have a love at first sight moment? One shot if possible!

-self proclaimed anon ✖︎

ohoho I know of you anon!! Hopefully this is everything you wanted, made it a life at first sight to a small date between the two !!

cw: none really, brief mention of biblical saint Peter, no y/n used, gn! reader but is referred to as "pretty" once

word count: 1.4k

part 2 part 3 part 4

Holy Ground (Saint Peter x Sinner!Reader)

Now when Charlie suggested that you should join her and Vaggie to visit Heaven.. To say you were surprised would be quite the understatement. You ended up in Hell for a reason so the mere thought of seeing those pearly gates, well it was rather exciting! …And nerve-wracking.

Your belief in Charlie's venture for sinners to be redeemed was an interesting one for sure, a little sceptical, but seeing how enthused and determined the Princess was, well.. You were swayed, and hopefully redemption was on your near future bucket list.

Bidding a quick farewell to your fellow hotel inhabitants you stepped through the portal to face the blinding golden rays of Heaven and its gates.

Dumbfounded, you stared at the exterior, jaw slightly agape not quite fully listening to the couple besides you.

The only thing to break your focus,

“Hiya! Welcome to Heaven. Can I get your name, please?”

Snapping your head in an almost alarming rate to the source of the voice, you found yourself growing increasingly flustered.

The man before you was gorgeous, stunning even.. You weren't even sure if there were any words in the English lexicon to describe the ethereal man before you.

Turquoise eyes, curly blond hair, and an overly cheery, yet silly voice. You had hardly noticed the conversation between Charlie and the keeper of the key.

It was only when Vaggie nudged you with a quirked brow did you regain any sense of normalcy.

In a mild act of bravery you asked his name, it was only polite to do so. With a small surprised expression upon his face alongside a hardly noticeable blush, he went to answer but got interrupted by Sera instead, a small pout taking over his features as the attention was shifted to the two Serafim.

Saint Peter…

His name echoed in your mind. You knew him.. Well of him, one of Jesus’ apostles or something of the sort.. He was a lot different than you expected him to be…

a lot different

You gained a little bit more of intel about him through his song. Overly peppy, charismatic.. a little flirty too, it was rather surprising. Also the moaning during the song.. It felt almost sinful for an angel to do, or so you thought.

So when you, Vaggie, and Charlie split off to venture Heaven’s plaza, you decided it was only fair to scout down the only man who piqued your interest.

Thankfully, he wasn't stationed at his post, opting to reside at the ice cream plaza, sneaking up behind him and spoke a soft “Hi.”

Giggling, you watched him jolt in surprise as he turned to face you, a soft smile growing upon his features.

“Hiya! You're that Sinner accompanying.. Lucifer’s daughter, aren't you? I'm Saint Peter.. though you already know that! You're actually the first person ever to have asked my name at the gates so it took me for quite a surprise!! Oh I'm getting ahead of myself, what's your name?” He rambled.. Cute.

After giving your name to the angel, his smile only grew. “That's a delightful name! How did a pretty thing like you end up in Hell, from what I've seen so far you're up to Heaven's standards.” Peter spoke, subtly flirting.

It was rare for Peter to come in contact with sinners, the thought of how corrupt they must've been in life sent shivers down his spine, but there must've been something different about you.

What you didn't notice when you first arrived were turquoise eyes peering at you from the second your presence was known in Heaven.. Peter was enamoured. Sure everyone in Heaven was hot, he even stated so through song format, but there was a certain sparkle in your eyes when seeing the pearly gates which filled Peter with a sense of pride, his heart almost fluttered.

But then you asked his name.

An act of common courtesy, yet something in Peter’s millennia of existence had never experienced, people were typically so excited with the fact that they made it to Heaven, or wanted to see God, Jesus, a former lover or family member, even Adam. He was just the Keeper of the Key, what did he matter to them?

So asking for his name at the gates, well you may as well have just proposed on the spot, thank the lord he was able to hide his excitement and fluster.

Back to the present, your small blush wasn't unnoticed by the angel, in fact it only egged him on, “Come, sit! Have some ice cream with me, any flavours you prefer, we've got everything here!”

“Everything?” You questioned, taking a seat opposite the angel.

“Mhm! Anything you can imagine we've got. Pistachio, butter pecan, mint choco chip, birthday cake, anything!”

There was that sparkle in your eye again. “Woah..” You spoke breathlessly, “Down in Hell we, uh.. Don't really have ice cream… or anything particularly edible like there was on Earth. In fact I can't even remember the last time I even had ice cream.” You awkwardly laughed, causing Peter’s eyes to widen.

“Seriously?! I had heard things were… forgive my language, rather shitty down there.. But nothing edible?” He looked dumbfounded, how did you survive down there? He quickly perked up. “Well then! I insist, pick as many flavours as you like! My treat.”

“No no, you don't have t-” You were quickly cut off.

“My treat!”

Nodding, you chose the flavours you so desired, and promptly, the sundae glasses were placed in front of the two of you.

Taking your first bite, it was as if you were seeing Heaven… In a figurative sense, you were physically there after all. It was everything you had ever imagined and more.

Peter, watching you with a soft smile, was truly thinking how you ended up in Lucifer's grasp. You were as angelic as it came.

Conversation came easily to the two of you, even explaining the reason for your visit.. Rehabilitation for sinners?

It echoed in Peter's mind. Interesting, very interesting. It was never something that crossed his mind that Hell was overpopulated.

Enthused, stars in his eyes, Peter expressed his encouragement for the three of you. “Seriously? This is huge!! Would add a tonne of workload on me but, if anything, I think the first redeemed soul should be you! You've already shown so much potential, and frankly, I think you deserved to be here in the first place! With the evidence you mentioned Charlie has, there's no doubt that Sera will have to agree! Ooh this is so exciting!” He exclaimed, wings fluttering to match his energy.

“I know! I didn't have a lot of faith in Charlie at the beginning but, that girl is incredibly determined, I won't let this be another failed dream for her, she deserves this..” You spoke fondly, a small sigh escaping your lips before your eyes were filled with shock and realisation of Peter's words.

“Wait. I. What? You seriously think I could manage to get up here? I.. I'm not so sure about that, I haven't really shown any signs of change, or redemption.. I've just been myself the whole time I've been in Hell, well.. besides adapting to, well, everything.”

Peter could only flash you a smile, “Yeah. You deserve it, I'm not sure about these other residents of the hotel you've mentioned, but I'm sure they could make it up here with Charlie's guidance.”

You were stunned, if an important angel like Saint Peter could get on Charlie's side, then it would be no problem getting the Serafim to agree too! Maybe.

“Well, thank you, Peter.. Truly, I'm glad someone here agrees.” You smiled at him, arguably the most genuine smile you had held in your afterlife.

Taking your hand, Peter pressed a small kiss to the back of your hand. “It's no problem at all, anyways, that meeting should be starting soon, right? Best be getting there, Sera isn't fond of late comers.”

Flustered, you stood, holding your hand with your other, a small tingle lingering from his kiss. “R..Right! Well.. Hopefully I'll see you soon, Peter. Thank you”

And with that you left with a little pep in your step, which didn't go unnoticed by Peter, head resting in his hand as he watched you leave.

You made a mental promise to yourself ensuring your path to redemption came before anything else from then on.

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Chapter Contents

(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

RATED E

CONTAINS: Satoru x submissive virgin, Satoru x fem oc, married couple, wife receiving.

WARNINGS: smut, groping, fingering, dirty talk, oral, raw sex, consummation, blood, first time, crying, screaming, fluff, cute couple shit, love confessions, all the usual fixings.

For the next few days Hannah was patient. She did not jump at the first opportunity, choosing to set her plan in motion when Makoto was away visiting family. The housekeeper would be gone a week, leaving her and Satoru alone in the house. Just the two of them. No one else.

The clock on her dresser struck six o’clock. They had just eaten dinner - leftovers from last night - and allotted themselves some free time before bed. Hannah made all the necessary preparations; bathed, brushed her teeth, shaved her legs. She wanted this evening to be perfect. Perfect for him.

Now cleaned and freshened up, she walked into her closet where her wedding attire hung and lifted the first notch off her ikō, mindful not to let the rest of the rack topple over as there was little else keeping it together. She tilted the notch to one side. The uchikake slid out with ease and tumbled to the floor. The October sun had already set. Only a small paper lantern burned in the closet, capturing the silver threads and lilac wisteria in its light. The little wife gathered the precious garment in her arms and prayed for guidance.

She would wait another hour, but no more.

The hour had passed. Hannah stood outside his bedroom in the hallway. She was accustomed to them sleeping in her room, but that was about to change.

Mustering the courage, her knuckles rapped twice on his door.

“Satoru?” she squeaked.

Nothing at first.

Then the sound of shuffling footsteps.

The door slid open.

Satoru popped out, wearing matching grey sweatpants and tee, readers poised on the bridge of his nose. He must’ve been in the middle of reading something. His mouth stretched into a yawn.

“Hey you, I was just about to head over. Ready for bed?”

Hannah did not answer and looked down at the floor, blushing like mad. “N-not exactly.”

The confusion was apparent on his face. He didn’t understand. It was late. Why wasn’t she ready for bedtime? But it didn’t take long for him to realize what she was wearing. Or rather, what she wasn’t wearing. His Six Eyes saw right through the wedding kimono like crystal clear water.

Oh.

Oh.

Feeling there was no time to waste, Hannah started to unloop the kimono, freeing the double knots she so expertly tied and untied a million times from poor nerves. Her hands shook feverishly. But just as the second tie came undone, she felt callused fingertips covet her own, halting their ministrations. She looked up to see pools of turquoise blue boring into her.

“We don’t have to do this, Hannah?” One hand moved to cradle the small of her back, holding her close. “There’s no rush.”

Hannah felt the urge to cry, but tried suppressing it. “Oh, I think we’ve danced around the subject long enough.” She smiled despite the emotion threatening to spill over. “Because you see, my darling, I’ve been a fool. A bloody, stupid fool.”

“A fool?” He stepped in to gingerly cup her face. “What makes you say that?”

The tears came freely. Hannah stared directly into his eyes; hazel colliding with blue, and did not mince words, voice carrying a shred of vulnerability.

“I love you, Gojō Satoru,” she said. “I was a fool not to see it sooner, but I’m willing to make it up to you. If you’ll have me.”

The Six Eyes wilder pressed a thumb to her lips, holding her into silence. Like the striking of a match, the smoldering of a flame, something awakened in his eyes she could not pinpoint, a light that could not be extinguished. Saying nothing, he wiped away her tears and lowered his hands to the drawstring of her kimono, whispering in an almost childlike voice. “May I?”

Obedient, Hannah let her hands fall to her sides as he tugged the knot, unraveling the uchikake he had gifted her from its silken chrysalis.

The wedding kimono dropped to the floor.

Hannah stood before him, naked as the day she was born. Like a sculptor assessing his fine handiwork, Satoru gave himself a moment of pause, eyes sloping over her breasts, nipples puckering from the sudden chill, nice and pink, the ones he’d been lusting after since he first saw her singing in the bath. His hands lifted to cup the supple mounds for himself, but not before he glanced to his wife for silent permission. Hannah gave a singular nod and gasped as one warm palm slipped underneath, gently bouncing the flesh up and down repeatedly, circling the pink bud with a calloused thumb. She was the perfect size, not too big, not too small. Exactly how he liked it, and his training regimen had worked wonders; His wife wasn’t a scrawny twig anymore. There was meat on them bones.

A beating pulse began throbbing between his legs the more he weighed her, stared at her. “Holy shit, Hannah, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to…,” he lost his train of thought, coveting her other breast. “So beautiful.”

His fingers were positively electric, sending prickles down her spine, massaging both breasts in a manner she hadn’t considered. Whenever she happened to touch herself running a rag in the wash or dressing into a bra such touches elicited no effect, but the fact these were his hands made all the difference. She liked it. It felt good.

It felt right.

Finishing his assessment, Satoru relinquished his hold. Callused hands sought hers and gently pulled her towards his bed, turquoise blue eyes filled with insatiable desire. He sat her down along the edge and backed away.

He lifted his shirt.

Loosened the drawstring of his sweatpants.

Hooked the elastic of his boxers.

And as he removed the last article of clothing, Hannah turned to look away, retaining those last vestiges of innocence, but Satoru denied her.

“Hannah.” He said it softly like a reprimand. “Look at me.”

She drew a shaky breath and slowly inclined her head, forcing herself to see.

Her lips parted.

Hannah had studied the male anatomy in biology books, seen Michelangelo's David up close during a pilgrimage to Florence, but Satoru standing before her in all his glory stole her breath away. He was truly a sight. A living monument of corded muscle and chiseled abs and years of discipline combined with blood, sweat, and tears. Everything about him was a masterpiece. From the definition of his arms to the carved ridge of his v, prompting her gaze to wander to their joined axis.

Her eyes widened.

He’s big, she noted. Bigger than the average male, already red and very erect, muscles relaxing so blood could pour into the corpora and harden the spongy tissue inside. Hannah knew at this stage his heart rate had elevated significantly nor could he feel the sticky precum oozing out his penis. His balls had swelled to twice their normal size, brewing millions of tiny sperm preparing to travel through the ejaculatory duct, whereby they would mix with seminal fluids from the prostate and exit out his urethra in search of an egg during climax. (That was the clinical side of it, anyway). Where things got tricky depended on what followed afterwards because —

“We can’t use condoms,” she blurted, clasping her mouth, swallowing as she watched a dribble of precum drip to the floor.

If Satoru’s cock wasn’t throbbing so badly like a stallion cooped in a barn full of mares, he would've voiced his opposition. It’s not that they “can’t” use condoms. No, no, no. It’s that they “wouldn’t.”

Vaguely curious on what to expect, Satoru had skimmed the Church’s stance on marriage and sex, Pope John Paul II’s Theology of the Body, and why most forms of contraception were frowned upon, excluding NFP. While he saw the logic, he vehemently opposed the conclusions. Contraception and birth control had lifted millions out of poverty, gave women the freedom to work and make their own choices. To think otherwise was outdated as it was regressive. Perhaps a small, minute part of him believed Hannah would rebel against her religious views, but alas. They were going oh naturale whether he liked it or not, and if she fell pregnant, so be it. He was in no position to argue.

Satoru steadied himself.

“I’m gonna open you up first, alright?”

Hannah gave a nervous nod. “O-Okay.”

“If you want me to stop for any reason, let me know.”

She nodded again.

Satoru cradled her chin, eyes serious. “I mean it, Hannah,” he said, smoothing her cheeks with his thumbs. “I can get a little carried away sometimes. If there’s anything I do wrong, tell me.”

She held his steady gaze and folded her hands over his. “I trust you.”

Satoru pressed his forehead to hers and splayed his hand over her stomach. She shivered as he gently pushed her down on the bed, taking ownership of her hips, and settling himself between her thighs.

At once, his touch went from languid to worshipful, breath hovering over her chest like warm vapor, encouraging the shy nipple to respond accordingly and relax. With lustful ardor, his mouth overtook it, sucking and pulling on the pink bud, while using his left hand to fondle the other breast. She could feel his hardness rub against her stomach, hearing him moan in pleasure. Hannah was beyond starstruck. Never had she experienced anything like this before. The swirling of his tongue combined with his thumb tracing around her nipple had her pressing her head to the mattress.

In time, his hand gravitated towards the warm cove of her thighs, slowly prying the legs open more to untangle the dark web of curls, gently combing the hair. Hannah felt the need to hide her face, embarrassed that he wanted to touch her there; the one area she hadn’t shaved. A dark chuckle roiled from him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he teased, wringing the curls. “You know how much I like playing with your hair,” his hand started to dip further inwards, “Unless…there’s something else you think I should play with.” A violent shudder became her as his fingers teetered closer and closer to the tender swell underneath. “Let’s have a feel, shall we?”

Before she could think, two of Satoru’s fingers slipped inside, curling ever so slightly to imitate what he was about to do with a different body part. Hannah shut her eyes, struggling to find breath as Satoru toyed and teased and smarted. He added a third finger and soon Hannah could feel his entire hand caressing her arousal, thumb and pinkie stroking the folds in slow, deliberate circles, while his three remaining fingers plunged in and out of her continually, pleasuring her as best he could till the flesh grew achingly sensitive. Hannah let out a pitiful whimper, rocking her hips to match his “come hither” rhythm in the hopes it would help alleviate the budding tension collecting at her navel.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Small trembles ran through her as he went deeper, her little moaning pants mingling with the slick sounds of him stroking for her most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he purred, feeling her clamp tighter and tighter around his fingers. He dipped his head in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin just below her ear. “Don’t fight it now…Ah, you’re going to cum any second…Yes, I can feel you cumming…my Hannah…my Hannah…my Hannah...”

An all consuming heat suddenly surged through Hannah’s body; her head, her breasts, her stomach, pooling down between her hips until she felt her entrance hold and release around his fingers like a heartbeat. A rush of moisture came to the forefront, coating the invasive digits in fresh wetness. After digging a little more, Satoru withdrew the soiled fingers and eagerly brought them to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled, cock panging for her in earnest. He welcomed the flood of endorphins to invade his brain and he licked each finger dry. Her very first orgasm was his for the taking, and it smelled and tasted better than anything he could’ve imagined. He wanted, no, needed more.

A feral look possessed him. Satoru knelt at the foot of the bed and propped her legs over his shoulders, leaving them to dangle like streamers, and before Hannah realized what was going on, his craven tongue was gliding along the wet folds of her pussy, licking the rims clean and stroking his way to the juicy center as though savoring a melted treat. Overwhelmed, Hannah’s soft whimpers turned to moans. “Satoru,” she called out and tried clamping her legs together when she started orgasming a second time. His wicked tongue plunged deeper. “Satoru!!” she cried louder, but Satoru had spread her hips wide apart, listening to his name being repeated over and over again as she came inside his mouth. So many wonderful, delicious sounds, envisioning her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and heavy-lidded eyes lashes. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to wring as many orgasms out of her like this as humanly possible.

Below, his cock was screaming for release. Satoru groped the hardened juncture below in an effort to appease it, stroking once, twice, feeling very tempted to throw in the towel and go all in. It ached like a motherfucker, but he had to pull away.

Although, he underestimated Hannah’s pleasure in this. Not wanting it to end, her hands clamored for his mouth to return, but Satoru quickly seized them. “No, sweetheart, no.” He kissed her knuckles. “If I keep doing that, I won’t last much longer.”

Her next words were dangerous.

“Then don’t,” she whimpered, practically begging. “I don’t want you to last.”

He tucked a trestle of auburn behind her ear. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” came her delirious response. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

Regaining his balance, Satoru lifted her hips and properly angled himself.

Thanks to their warm-up, he slid inside her without much resistance, cock warm and heavy, stretching the virgin skin to accommodate its larger girth, yet the sensation was so intense and unyielding Hannah clenched without giving it a second thought. No, this was nothing like his fingers, nor his tongue. She felt her privates were on fire, as though his hardness was made of fiberglass, penetrating deeper and deeper until her walls thinned out and split open. Something tore. She smelled blood.

“Satoru,” she cried, gritting her teeth as tears watered her eyes. “It’s…Oh, God.”

“Breathe, Hannah,” he panted the deeper he went. “I broke your hymen. You’re alright, just breathe for me, sweetheart.”

“It hurts.”

“I know, baby, but breathing helps. Breathe, Hannah.” He watched her choke on an inhale and release a long, staggered breath. “Good girl, just like that.” She didn’t tell him to stop, so he pushed in a little more, her wet pussy squeezing around him. Fuck, she was tight. By far the tightest he’d ever had and the feeling was indescribable, her walls hugging him in all the right places, hitting the bulbous gland at the tip of his penis at just the right — Oh yeah. That’s the spot. This was Satoru’s first time with a virgin and in a daze he almost forgot himself, swearing never to use condoms again. Nuh-uh, nope, not when she felt like this. Not when she made him feel bigger, fuller even.

Meanwhile, Hannah clutched onto him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulder blades like mountain hooks. “Move,” she begged the deeper he went. “Satoru, please move.”

“Give me a minute, baby,” he huffed, voice velvet soft. “I’m almost there,” and with one final nudge his penis went as far as it would go, kissing the entrance of her womb.

Hannah grabbed a fistful of sheets, her throat so clenched she could barely form the words, “Satoru…please.”

Knowing she was having a rough go, Satoru eased his hips and did a little shimmy, making the intrusion more bearable. Hannah’s breathing steadied. He reached up and cupped her teary-eyed face, wanting one final look at her before they took the plunge. Although, in many ways they already had. His knees quivered from restraint.

“I’ll start slow,” he hushed, stroking her burning cheeks lovingly.

Hannah managed another nod and hooked her arms around his neck.

“You ready?”

“Hmhm,” she grimaced.

And so it began.

As promised, he set a maddeningly slow pace for her at first, gently tilting to a new spot each time he entered, allowing his cock to explore every inch of her sex with undiluted pleasure. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praised between thrusts. “Aah, so good.” Tears flowed freely down Hannah’s cheeks with every torturous roll of his hips, every sharp gasp, every languid moan and sweet encouragement pouring out his mouth; fiberglass, heat, fire. She felt she would melt. It was too much.

Somewhere amidst their rigor, she managed to recapture his lips in a needy kiss, holding down her muffled cries and wrapped her legs around his torso, smooshing their bellies together. It helped. The pain eased a little the more he gyrated. She forgot the stench of blood. Panting for breath, Hannah broke from the kiss and pressed her head to the mattress as his large calloused hands resumed fondling her now very sore and tender breasts, giving her focus to the sound of their bodies slapping hard against each other, growing louder and faster the more they went at it.

She felt the muscles hook around her navel once more. The peaks of her nipples tightened and her core began pounding harder than ever before. A thousand tiny dots obscured her vision, along with a faint ringing developing in her ears. Her mouth went slack. Sensing she was close, Satoru grunted and took the opportunity to lower his hand, using his thumb and index to stroke the wings of her clit, causing the edges of her vision to turn stark-white. Then he rammed upwards as far as he could and somewhere in the back of her mind Hannah knew she was belting his name, screaming it loud for all to hear, but she didn’t care and neither did he. Their bodies were functioning on autopilot, grinding aggressively back and forth in fine, strobic movements. Lost to both pain and pleasure.

Their lovemaking reached its acme when a resounding groan, deep and guttural, coursed through Satoru’s throat like a low keening. Hannah felt his groin expand within her, the surmounting pressure bringing him past the point of no return, fully opening him up. There was no stopping it now. Faster and faster he bucked, spinal reflexes working full throttle, and within seconds Hannah felt something warm and sticky gush between her thighs. She heard a noticeable squelch as six months worth of abstinence and desperate longing came channeling out in heavy intervals; one, two, three, four…her insides were like liquid. Meanwhile, Satoru closed his eyes and snapped back his head, moaning loudly with every newfound release. Hannah’s own eyes lulled as yet a new orgasm engulfed her senses, his warm seed spilling into her like rainwater to the parched ground. Their fingers found each other, weaving into place. So this was what it was like when a man came inside you, she thought. It was the most incredible she felt in ages, if not, ever. Her toes and fingers tingled. Was she floating?

It was over as soon as it began. Satoru needed a good minute to expel himself, humping a few extra times to make sure he had finished, wanting her to have every last drop. He raised his head to catch his breath, ignoring how sensitive his genitals felt inside her.

Caught in a state of bliss, turquoise blue and moss brown stared into each other for a blissful moment, both disoriented. Satoru watched new tears stream down his wife’s cheeks as she began to sob, overcome with joy and euphoria. They’d done it. They’d really done it. The amber glow of the lights made her skin look radiant. She was his sun, his obsession, his hana. They’re would be no one else.

He wiped away her happy tears and sought her hand, wedding rings glistening from an oath fulfilled, skin-warmed and gold.

“Daisuki, Satoru,” he heard her sigh contentedly in the lantern glow.

Having yet to pull out, he hunched himself over so their foreheads could touch. “Not as much as I love you,” he replied in English and sealed her lips in a final kiss, cradling her in his arms as he positioned their bodies to lay beside each other on the bed, still conjoined.

If only they could remain like that forever. Never to be parted.

His wife.

Her husband.

One flesh.

At long last.

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