#maybe call him indigo without sans..

[callico-awts]

smol drawing of my sans.. he is supposed to be the normal version of Error Sans (I know it's Geno but I have ideas,, sprinkle mention lolz) idk what to name him yet but I did say in my prev post that he is a scientist who maybe studies the au's..

I know it's very original and creative, right? XDD

(I know it's not original okay I'm sorry-)

but he is in an apocalypse setting, like there's this unknown creature that corrupts and kills monsters. then he's the only survivor of his own timeline. not sure if I'll make the other UT cast alive for this sans.. I want to make it more angsty and dark.. I don't know what his powers are, let's just say it's like og sans bones and gaster but he can project hologram attacks(?). Anyways, that's all. his name is Indigo for now.. unsure of everything about him and his powers bc I don't want to write an overpowered character.. I suck at writing so, yeah..

that's all haha (2)

(closed up version)

(Soo, unfinished but I got his first design.. still making more designs so I could find which is best.. I suck at color picking and color theory ahh. he has eye sockets it's just I'm lazy to draw it or want to approach a different way to draw him.. I want to make him more mysterious but me suck at drawing and writing him)

[cielito--lindo]

have you no idea you're in too deep?

wc: 5k

parings: bakugou katsuki x reader, some iida tenya x reader

a/n and warnings: aged!up au, prohero!katsuki, prohero!reader, afab!reader, swearing, angst and a small amount of fluff, maybe eventual smut??

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six. Part Seven.

You found yourself standing in front of your closet, contemplating outfits once again. A strange sense of deja-vu creeped up your neck, you took a deep breath through your nose and tried to calm your nerves. You patted your messily curled updo, playing with one of the loose tendrils that framed your face.

“Tell Ingenium not to try anything with my girl.”

You rolled your eyes at his words and continued rifling through your closet, Tenya had suggested a more lowkey spot for dinner. A ramen spot he said Sero had suggested once. After settling for a simple, black, flowy dress with a light green crocheted shrug over it. Izuku had given you the shrug after he decided to take up crocheting during his recovery after the war. 

“It was supposed to be an actual sweater, but this is as much as I could manage.” Izuku smiled bashfully after you gleefully took the gift from him.

“Shut up! I love it!” You squealed, immediately putting it on “Katsuki, isn’t this so cute?!” You did a little twirl for those in the room.

Katsuki rolled his eyes “It’s alright. Nerd did pretty good.” He pulled you in close with his good arm, carefully maneuvering around his cast “I’ll make you a better one, pretty girl.”

 “He’s here!” You heard Ochako call out, snapping you out of your reverie. You quickly laced up your boots and grabbed whatever jewelry you could reach without looking from your vanity.

“Make yourselves at home while I’m gone!” 

Both girls lifted up the last of your beers from the fridge “Already did, babe!” Jirou winked.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and blew them a kiss before heading out. Tenya was parked in front of your building, leaning against his car as he scrolled his phone. He was dressed in casual slacks and a soft looking knit polo. His normally dark hair turned a beautiful shade of indigo by the warm sunlight, he looked up as he heard your door click shut. He quickly straightened up, rushing over to meet you and extending a hand to help you down your front steps.

“You look beautiful.” Tenya smiled at you. Your boots made you almost as tall as him, which wasn’t something that he had experienced with his previous dates and he found that he immediately liked it.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Ingenium.” You grinned. Tenya led you to the car, quickly opening your passenger side door and helping you inside. The small gesture caused you to instantly blush, you felt yourself kicking your feet on the inside. Listen, you were a strong and powerful hero, but holy shit it’s been so long since you were a passenger princess. 

“So where are we going?” You asked as he pulled into traffic. 

“Since you picked out the place on our first date, it was only fair I took the reins on the second.” 

“I do love a man in charge.” A sweet sense of satisfaction filled you as you watched the tips of his ears turn a bright pink.

“Yes-uh. Well, I do hope you’ll like it. Cellophane highly recommended it, so we can blame him if it doesn’t go well.” 

You turned in your leather seat, an astonished smile on your face “Oh my god, did Tenya Iida make a joke?”

Tenya rolled his scarlet eyes at you, goodnaturedly. Shit, did you have a thing for red eyes? “Yeah, yeah. I’ve loosened up in my years.”

It didn’t take long to arrive at your destination; a small hole in the wall, mom and pop shop. The obā-san behind the counter immediately greeting you two, like you were her long lost grandchildren. After she spent, what felt like an hour, fussing over you, she quickly seated you both at the counter.

“I’m so glad you made it back to our shop, Ingenium!” The old woman gushed “And this time with such a beautiful young woman, much better than that other hero you are always with.”

Tenya let out a full laugh “Mrs. Tanaka, we both know that Cellophane is your favorite. He always has you blushing.” The laughter increased as Mrs. Tanaka smacked him gently with a menu. 

After tea was served and orders were taken, you finally got to pause and look around the restaurant. It had a nice and warm atmosphere, which made the setting incredibly comfortable. A steady stream of water could be heard from a small fountain near the door. 

Mrs. Tanaka slowly made her way back to the table, a tray of small dishes in her hands. 

“Oh, I don’t think we ordered these..” You smiled politely, but the old woman waved you off.

“These are on the house!” She patted you on the shoulder “We need our heroes to eat well and be fit, so they can work hard. Plus, you have to have your strength to keep up with Mr. Iida here, especially since his mother has been trying to find him a bride to keep the Ingenium family line going.”

Tenya choked on his tea, waving off any help as he wheezed out a small “Thank you, Tanaka-san.”

You handed Iida a napkin and tried to keep a worried smile off your face “Uh, you okay there?”

The blue-haired man took a deep breath and sighed “I’m so sorry about that, I really hope she didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, Tenya, really.” You promised him “I’m not surprised that your mother wants grandkids from you. Trust me, I can hear my mom whining about it from another continent.” 

Tenya gave you a grateful smile “She...means well. I haven’t really had a romantic partner since we graduated, turns out dating as a hero isn’t easy. She actually hasn’t brought it up as much since I invited Sero along to some family dinners.” He furrowed his brow for a moment before continuing. “Some potential partners that my mother had set me up with weren’t...someone I’d normally go for, not to be impolite!” You waved him off to continue “I-um. I’m not someone who jumps into...things with strangers. If they weren’t trying to jump my bones-” You let out a bark of laughter at his choice of words “There was the monetary aspect.”

You grimaced, money was always a sensitive topic for heroes. Depending where you were on the hero rankings determined what your pay grade would be. Tenya had broken into the top 10 recently, so you weren’t surprised that people assumed he was rolling in it. You were #15 in the rankings, so you weren’t making the same that Tenya or Katsuki were making...you couldn’t even imagine how much Deku was making. I should ask Ochako about that.

“I’m sorry, Tenya. That seems like a lot of pressure. I hope I don’t add to that.” 

Tenya’s eyes widened “Oh, no! You’ve done nothing of the sort. It’s been really nice to reconnect, it’s hard to keep in contact with friends in different agencies outside of work.”

“I’m sure having Cellophane as a partner helps! Sero’s always had a knack for making friends.” 

“A little too good of a knack, if you ask me.” Tenya grumbled playfully “As hero partners we have keys to each other’s places, for emergencies. But more often than not, I’ll come home to him making himself comfortable or having our previous classmates over for drinks. He says it’s “to enrich my social life” He said with air quotes. “But I think it’s because I actually have furniture and food.”

“So those are the house parties I always see on instagram!” You could help but laugh at Tenya’s expression “It helps with the playboy angle a lot...I’m sure that photoshoot you did helped too.”

Tenya’s cheeks blossomed with a bright shade of red as he caught on to what you had said. A few months ago, a few heroes had posed for a new campaign of an up and coming designer under the Bakugou family fashion line. The campaign featured several different heroes in different forms of athletic wear - Tenya and Shoji had the faces of the compression shorts and...boy did they make an impression. You heard that their fanbase had increased tenfold since the promotions had started. There was a full billboard of Tenya and Momo downtown; displayed on one of the most prominent buildings.

“Ah yes, the billboard.” Mrs. Tanaka teased, setting down your bowls of ramen. “You know if it doesn’t work out with this lovely young lady, my granddaughter has a poster of you in her room.”

You couldn’t help the full belly laugh that escaped you at the horrified expression on Tenya’s face “I think you broke him, Mrs. Tanaka.”

The old woman patted his shoulder “He’s used to it by now.” She winked before leaving.

You were too busy trying to contain your laughter to notice the way Tenya’s eyes softened, looking at you. He wasn’t lying when he said it had been a while since he had seen someone and he couldn’t fathom how it was possible that Bakugou had fumbled you, of all people. He knew there were certain areas that he lacked in compared to the explosive hero, but the Iidas were quick learners. 

“Does that mean you liked the shoot?” It should be said that Tenya was naturally an authoritative type of man. He couldn’t help his stature or the deepness of his voice, but he learned it could be incredibly useful in his line of work...and outside of it, it seemed. Your laughter died down and he watched as you gripped your hashi for dear life. “Go on, tell the truth.”

Your throat all of a sudden felt incredibly dry, but as you went to reach for your glass, Tenya’s large hand covered the top. His dark red eyes sparkled with mischief, something you’d never thought you’d see from him. “Answer the question, y/n.”

Ohhhhh fuck. I haven’t gotten laid in so long and it’s starting to fucking show.

Words failed you and all you could do was nod helplessly. Of course you liked the shoot, holy shit you weren’t blind. Did it feel weird to kind of lust over your friends and colleagues? Yeah, obviously. But your friends were hot! It’s not your fault! You didn’t think you were going to end up on a date with one of them!

Tenya seemed pleased...with the answer or with himself, you couldn’t tell. He released your drink and you quickly snatched it away, gulping it down.

“Seems like someone’s a little thirsty...”

You tried to glare over the top of your glass, but you couldn’t help but smile at the matching blushes you both were sporting. You settled for rolling your eyes instead. “Eat your food, Ten.” You grumbled, the tug of a smile on the corner of your mouth as you watched him throw his head back with laughter. 

***

Being with Tenya felt easy and relaxed. You both always had similar interests and hobbies, you grumbled about your distaste for sports, but listened to him prattle on about his favorite soccer teams and their stats for the year. He didn’t know much about music besides classical and some oldies that his brother had always played growing up, but shared that city pop was a guilty pleasure of his; you made him promise to listen to your ”Intro to Kpop” playlist that you had curated for Jiro one year. He shared that Sero had been teaching him Spanish as well as introducing him to some new culinary tastes. “He’s a surprisingly great teacher, it’s nice to come home to a good home cooked meal.”

On paper everything seemed perfect and no matter how hard you tried to forget or wanted to fully immerse yourself into this date...you couldn’t. You felt something missing - a feeling in your chest that you couldn’t get rid of. 

Tenya was a smart man, incredibly so. Finishing top of his class at U.A and securing a place at a high profile agency after graduation; not to mention the heir to the Ingenium legacy. He knew how he could come across and as little as he’s dated..he knew the look of someone in love. A look you had on your face that wasn’t directed towards him. He wasn’t surprised. Disappointed? Sure. Even with your heart beating for another, you still gave him all the attention you could. Tenya sipped his drink and smiled.

You tilted your head in slight confusion “What’s got you smiling all of a sudden?”

“You still love Bakugou, don’t you?”

Am I having a stroke? What the fuck? WHY IS HE SMILING? Oh fuck, I do, don’t I...

“What...?” You giggled nervously. Fuck, not the nervous giggles, I look insane.

He reached over and took your hand in his “It’s okay. Honestly?” Tenya sheepishly scratched the back of his neck “I’m surprised you agreed to a second date.”

Air left your lungs as you processed what was happening, you wished he wasn’t right. But he was. You still loved Katsuki. Even with packing up and leaving, hiding yourself away, and trying to make a life without him; there was always a Katsuki shaped hole missing. 

Wetness gathered at the edges of your eyes “I’m sorry.” You murmured, your voice quiet and wobbly. “Tenya, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you along or anything! I really really wanted this to work-” Oh god, you were word vomiting. All Might, help me. I should call Snipe to just put me out of my misery.

Tenya started laughing “I don’t think Snipe would be up for that, I think you’d have to be a villain first.” His voice had taken on a teasing lilt that confirmed your filter had gone offline that entire time.

As embarrassed as you were, you couldn’t help but feel some sort of...relief? Like a weight had been taken off of you.

“You’re too observant for your own good, Iida.” You commented as you tried to save what was left of your eye makeup.

“So I’ve been told..” He smiled “You really don’t need to apologize, I’m thankful you gave me any semblance of a chance.” A soft dusting of pink decorated his cheeks.

God, you were an idiot.

“I’m glad you gave me a chance too.”

After some more talking and more reassurances that you did not, in fact, ruin your friendship, you both decided to call it a night. 

“You know Cellophane was telling me about your time with Miriko’s agency” Tenya piped up on the ride back home “Her agency has great ties with Team Idaten, we’ve been looking to do a hero swap program, so that other heroes can train under different agencies and build up their skills? Is that something you’d be interested in?” Tenya truly did want to see you thrive and rise in ranks...and if he got to see you a bit more that was just a perk.

“Actually, yeah! I’ve been wanting to try and build up my combat skills!” You grinned at him. “Hey, Ten? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What’s your relationship with Sero like?”

Your body was flung forward with a small jolt as Tenya braked suddenly - you looked at him before looking out and seeing a small herd of teens crossing the street.

There was a slightly wild look in Tenya’s eyes, from the question or the almost manslaughter of teens, you couldn’t tell. “Uh. Sero and I are partners. Uh-hero partners!”

“No, yeah. Totally. For sure.” You nodded along, rubbing your shoulder from where the seatbelt dug into you “Love that for you both, but I was just wondering because...you talk about him a lot. And you guys have keys to each other’s places...but he’s usually always over at yours and cooks for you. I mean, I’ve known Sero for almost as long as you have and he’s never made me food; which, come to think of is incredibly fuckin’ rude of him-” 

Tenya cleared his throat, making you pause your rambling. “Your-um. Your partner doesn’t have a key?”

“Well, I don’t really have a partner, but I can confirm that other partners in the office do not have keys to their place or invite them over regularly for dinner with their families...” Your voice trailed off as you watched him from the corner of your eyes, his blue brows scrunched in thought as he parked in front of your building.

“I wouldn’t say they were...regularly.” He mumbled as he unclipped his seatbelt. He quickly let himself out to open your door. 

“Sure, Ten.” You winked, taking his hand. “Thank you..for making me realize my own feelings, I’m sorry for how all of this played out.” Your smile turned sheepish, but Tenya brushed it off.

“I’m just glad Ochako’s nosy tendencies allowed us to reconnect.” He walked to your door. After your question regarding Sero, Tenya’s mind was running a mile a minute. Perhaps he wasn’t as observant as he thought. “I-uh.” He cleared his throat “I know I’m probably repeating myself, but I do appreciate you and even though this didn’t work out...I am still pleased with this outcome.”

“It’s nice to hear, regardless. I’ll see you around Ingenium.” You raised yourself up on your tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss. He blinked at you owlishly in surprise, but you just shrugged at him with a small smirk on your face “Consider it a freebie for the road. It’s okay to kiss the homies, Tenya.” 

The blue haired man cracked a smile “It’s okay to kiss the homies...” He repeated, his shoulders shaking slightly from laughter “Make sure you have my number saved...just in case.” With another small kiss to your cheek, he excused himself. 

You watched as he gave you a small wave before driving off. Well, there’s no going back now, is there? You sat down on your porch swing for a moment; spring had already caused some of the flowers around the property to bloom and the warm air kissed your skin.

“I don’t know who the fuck told you it’s okay to kiss the homies” A voice called out, making you jump “but that shit is weird.” Katsuki’s red eyes peaked over the brick wall of your porch. 

“Weirder than stalking your ex?” You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at the edge of your lips; giving Katsuki the green light to hop over the barrier and lean against one of the stone pillars that decorated your porch. “Two visits in one day from the #2 Pro Hero? You better be careful, Dynamight. The public might think you’re obsessed with me or somethin’.” 

It was Katsuki’s turn to roll his eyes “Oh shaddup, I wasn’t stalking you” He grunted, the tips of his ears turning pink from getting called out. He plopped down next to you, causing the swing to knock your shoulders together. “Didn’t hear from you since I left..got worried or whatever.”

You frowned in confusion before his words came back to you.

“Be a good girl and eat your breakfast, I’ll be waiting for that text.”

Aw, fuck.

“Oops?” 

“Tsk, oops is right, angel.” Katsuki scowled “Had me waiting like a damn idiot during patrol.”

“Aw, you waited for me?” 

“I’d wait forever for you.” His voice was small, like he was afraid you’d run from the words he’d let slip. Your breath caught in your chest - it felt like you were having a heart attack whenever you were around him. It was simple. His eyes looked into yours with such longing and sadness you could feel your heartbreak. “I should’ve said it before. I was an idiot, a fuckin’ idiot.”

You could feel the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. It was finally happening. All of the months, weeks, days, hours, you spent thinking about this moment and it’s finally happening. 

“What happened to us, Kats?” The words were wobbly, but the exhaustion was ever present. “I shouldn’t have left the way I did and I’m sorry I did that. But at the time, it felt like I could just disappear and you wouldn’t have noticed. I was a ghost in that home. Yo-you’d come home, eat, and go to bed. Not even our own bed!” You knew your voice was getting louder, but the floodgates opened and you couldn’t stop. “You slept in the guest room every single night for a month before I left. You wouldn’t even touch me, every time I tried to initiate something, you’d make up some sort of excuse or just shrug me off!” 

It was your turn to pin your gaze on him “You missed our fucking anniversary dinner. Made me look like a fucking idiot waiting at that table for hours! Only to learn from Izuku that you were on a mission with Jeanist and didn’t tell me!”

Katsuki flinched at the words that were thrown at him. He wanted to go back to his old ways and go toe to toe with you, rebuttal every word you had said, but you needed this. And he needed to finally shut up and listen.

“You used to be so...soft with me.” Your voice cracked with emotion “When we got together, I knew you weren’t an affectionate, PDA type of guy. But when it was just us? You used to find any excuse to just be near me; to touch me. You didn’t need to say ‘I love you’ all the time because you showed me in other ways. W-when you started rising up in the ranks, I could feel you pull away.” 

A shudder ran through you as you tried to breathe through your emotions - if only my therapist could see me now.

“All of a sudden there were more brand deals, interviews, sponsorships, and I was so fucking proud. Finally, everyone was seeing what I had seen for years. But with your success came more events and meeting new people. Posing with the most beautiful models I’d ever seen. I-fuck. Look I know my worth now, but back then? I was so incredibly insecure and you’d just brush me off. I thought it was me, you know? I thought you were tired of me.”

His hand grabbed yours suddenly, his grip tight “Never.” He growled. Fuck, if this is how you felt for months, he couldn’t blame you for leaving how you did. “It was never you, there was never anyone else. I was scared, holy shit. I was fucking terrified.” 

Your brows knitted themselves in confusion, but you let him continue.

“The higher I moved up the bigger the target on my back got.” Katsuki ran a large palm through his hair, making it spike up even more “There is no explanation big enough that would excuse the shitty way I treated you, but there was this stupid fuckin’ part of me that felt like I had to push you away to keep you safe.”

You couldn’t help but let out a scoff “I’m a fuckin’ pro-hero too! You didn’t stop and think that I could take care of myself?”

“No!” Katsuki growled, practically pushing himself off the swing “That’s the fuckin’ problem, y/n! I didn’t think! I’ve always been this logical fuckin’ person-” He began to pace, a habit he’d picked up from you “but when it comes to you - when it’s about you, everything goes out the window. I am physically fucking incapable to act rationally when it comes to you.

“I wanted to make sure no one could fuckin’ hurt you and in doing that I ended up committing my own worse fear. I pushed you away and made you hate me because my stupid ass brain couldn’t take any chances.” Katsuki’s cheeks were tinged red from frustration; with a sigh he leaned against your porch wall. “It hurt coming home and seeing all your shit gone. I-I..fuck. I thought something happened; like I was living my own personal nightmare. But I saw your note and hauled ass over to Dunce Face’s house.”

“Whoa-hold up.” You held your hands in a ‘timeout’ gesture “You went to Shinso and Denki’s? When?”

“The fuckin’ day you left! Didn’t make it passed the fuckin’ gate before I ran into Megamind.” He sneered “Got my ass handed to me, fuckin’ dick.”

“I-I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, I think they wanted it that way, angel. They were right to do that, I’d do the fuckin’ same thing in their shoes.” He came back to sit down next to you, head leaned back “So, I kept my distance and threw myself into work, trying to occupy every space of my mind because you were all I could think of. It was this vicious fuckin’ cycle and I couldn’t get myself out of it until Deku had to step in.

“He knew what happened and he gave me so much fuckin’ shit everyday about ‘closure’ or ‘reconciling things’ and whatever, so we had this long and fucking gross heart to fuckin heart. He told me that he’s been seein’ some shrink since the war and convinced me to make an appointment.”

“Ura told me..” You murmured, watching as a small smirk appeared on Katsuki’s face.

“Fuckin’ figures Kirby would blab. The shrink isn’t half bad, made it hell for him at first, but he didn’t give in like most people do. I respected him for that, you know? We worked on all the reasons you hated me-”

“I never hated you, Katsuki.” You shook your head in disbelief “God, I fuckin’ wanted to sometimes, but I never hated you. I think the closest I ever got was seeing you and that model on the magazine cover. Y-you looked at her the way you used to look at me and it made me think that you never cared. That with me out of the way, you were happier and moved on with somebody else, someone who was everything I wasn’t.”

“Angel..” Katsuki breathed out, taking your hands in his “I was too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.”

He brought your hands up to his lips, kissing them softly. He breathed in the scent of your perfume; the faint traces of coconut and vanilla filled his mind. “Do you think we could go back to how we used to be?”

You couldn’t help the tears that slid down your cheeks “No, Kats.”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped open, locking onto yours. What the fuck do you mean ‘no’? Had he misread the signs? Fuck, did you even give him any indication that you wanted to get back together?! 

“Are you and fuckin’ Four Eyes staying together?!” 

You gripped his hands tighter “Lower your fuckin’ voice!” You half whispered, trying not to laugh. “No, we aren’t! Jesus, would I be here with you if we were??”

“Well, what the fuck do you mean, no?!”

“I mean no, I don’t wanna go back to how things were. Things were fuckin’ awful, why do you think we’re here?!”

Katsuki stopped and blinked “Oh.”

“If we’re going to do this, we’re starting over.” These past six months forged this independent spirit inside of you that you refused to let go of. You couldn’t help the hitch in your voice from holding back your emotions. “I’m not the woman I used to be, Katsuki. I’ve learned so much about myself and I will not compromise that. I deserved more, we both do.”

You reached up to cup his cheek and watched as his eyes slid closed. “I could live a thousand lifetimes and could never deserve you.” He murmured into your palm, gently kissing your skin. “I’m so sorry.” Kiss “I promise I won’t lose myself again.” Kiss “I won’t let you lose yourself again.” He pulled you close to him, foreheads touching. It felt like your skin was buzzing from the sheer nerves, having him so close in your proximity felt like getting high. Your breath mingled with his. “I can never live with myself if I lose you again.” 

When you thought about how it would be like kissing Katsuki again after all this time, you imagined that he’d kiss how he fought. Dominance, power, all teeth and tongue. But never this. 

He moved slowly, cradling your face like he held the whole world in his hands - and to him, he did. His lips were chapped from biting them, a habit he never learned to break since childhood, as they met yours. 

Katsuki was never a religious man, but kissing you after almost never seeing you again felt like meeting God themself. You kissed like no time had passed, your bodies instinctively moving as one. It was you who pushed forward, coaxing his mouth open with your tongue, deepening the kiss. You couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you and shit, Katsuki was already hard.

“As much as I could fuck you on this porch swing, I don’t think your neighbors would appreciate it..” Katsuki smirked, kissing down the column of your throat. 

You pulled away, cheeks flushed and hair slightly mussed. Katsuki’s wild eyes softened, you were his own personal moon goddess. 

“Tsk, tsk.” You waggled a finger at him “Since we’re doing a do-over, you have to wine and dine me first, I don’t fuck on the first date, remember?”

How could he forget the painstaking two months for him to “earn the right” to touch you? Kaminari and Sero teased him endlessly about it, but he knew you were special from the moment you looked his way. It was torture, but god if Katsuki wasn’t a glutton for punishment. 

“I promise I will spend the rest of my life making sure I earn you back.”

Katsuki Bakugou was a lot of things - stubborn, hard-headed, cocky beyond belief, honestly a giant asshole, but he was trying to be someone better. someone who always keeps his promise.

lol remember when i said we were gonna post regularly again? ope my bad. so life got really shitty (got laid off, thanks amazon!) and i had to take some time to cope, but she's starting a new job sooooon! (hello government bennies!)

but oh my god? chat...are we done??

naaaah, i'm probably gonna do an epilogue of some sort bc i'm now emotionally attached to these losers.

but omg thank you so much to everyone to continued to support, honestly it means so FUCKING much to me, you have no idea. i luv u all!!

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Chapter 2- A Paycheck's A Paycheck

In order to create a living for yourself, you decided to get a job at the local retail store. It went surprisingly well. You didn't really mind even though your main focus was your writing.

It was a steady job. Occasionally you had to deal with a few jerks, whether that be a coworker or a customer, but it wasn't so overwhelming. Mainly, you would work register, but sometimes you had to interact with the customers and help them find what they looked for. Though, with the current state of the world, getting paid could either go very well or very poorly. You had been fated with having enough money to pay bills and obtain other living expenses, but not for much else like an editor or publisher for your writing. You tried to focus on positives. You've been saving up, and with enough time, you'd be able to make your writing career happen. For now, the focus was getting through a long day at work.

Today was payday and you were hoping that this time, it would be worth it. Your SOUL pulsed with anticipation at the thought of completing your goals. The day had managed to pass by quicker that day. It was worth it in the end. Doing the math, you figured out that you had more than enough for both living expenses and some personal things for yourself.

Soon, it was time to go home. You gathered your things and got ready to leave. You got to your car and began to drive. You thought to yourself. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if you treated yourself this one time. You had the money and it be nice to appreciate your hard work. So, you scanned the roads in search if a restaurant. You eyes landed on an establishment called Grillby's. You decided to give it a chance, you've seen people- human and monster alike- go into the restaurant frequently on your way home from work. You parked your car and headed inside.

It was a nice place. Not too crowded. Monsters were more common, but there were humans there as well. Everyone chatted like usual, sipping at drinks or eating their meals. A group of dogs sat huddled together in the corner. One dog monster had been playing poker (he seemed to be losing). Taking a seat at the counter, you came face to face with the owner of the bar.

He was a fire elemental, green with purple streaks. Dressed in suspenders and glasses with gold chains despite having no eyes. Even without eyes, you could tell there was no care in his eyes. You looked at the menu.

Burgers, fries, a variety of drinks, condiments, nothing you don't expect.

You took your order. Grillby nodded with the same (literal) blank expression. Something in your SOUL was elated. It kept telling you that something felt right about this. What was it, you didn't know, but it didn't seem to matter.

Grillby returned with your food. You thanked him. He nodded back and continued with his work. Munching on your food you felt something creeping up next to you.

You shivered. Looking to your left, you saw that something had materialized next to you.

A short skeleton monster sat in the seat next to you. Most of his outfit from his turtleneck to the fur on his jacket was indigo. He wore a black jacket, basketball shorts, and red sneakers. There were hints of gold underneath his turtleneck.

He seemed to notice you staring at him.

"hey, name's sans. sans the skeleton," he introduced himself. Sans held out his hand for you to shake.

"I'm Y/N," you replied, taking his hand.

A mistake had been made.

He shocked you. Not enough to cause harm, but just enough for you to jump back in surprise.

"heh, the old handbuzzer trick. a classic," he pulled off a glove to reveal one of those prank buzzers from joke shops. You sighed and went back to your food. Grillby had returned to the table and Sans had placed an order. The bartender came back with fries, mustard, relish and a martini. The skeletons permanent grin seemed to grow wider.

"thanks, grillbz," Sans said as he handed the fire elemental a bag of something.

In spite of yourself, you looked as Grillby opened the bag. Inside were... socks?

You looked back at Grillby, expecting some kind of reaction. Instead, he took the bag as if it was a normal payment. You began to realize that this might have been going on for a while.

You paid for your food. Looking around, you took in what you saw. There was a pair of dr^nk bird monsters spewing nonsense. A broken jukebox stood in the corner. A wolf monster leaned into said jukebox. You turned back to Sans. He was talling knock- knock jokes while combing his "hair". You began to enjoy your time there. Though some monsters perceived you as a threat, nothing seemed to happen to you, despite them being stand- offish. Besides that, they didn't seem to mind your existence.

Not that it bothered you. Humans always spoke of monsters in hushed voices. Not too truthful on their part since the war was caused by humans. They may have looked different and came from a place with different ideals, but most seemed to not care about what was going on around them unless it was important.

You barely noticed the time fly by as you stayed at the bar.

Slam!

The door swung open. Heads began to turn. A taller skeleton monster stormed up to the place where you and Sans had been sitting.

"SANS, GET UP! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS!?"

Sans mumbled out an incoherent response. This clearly dissatisfied the taller skeleton. He sighed and turned towards the bartender.

"HELLO AND GOODBYE GRILLBY. MY BROTHER AND I SHALL BE LEAVING NOW," the new skeleton said. Grillby nodded with a wave. You thought it would have been the end of it, but then he turned to you.

"HUMAN, DO NOT MIND MY LAZYBONES OF A BROTHER'S HORRIBLE BEHAVIOR," he said. You assumed that was his way of apologizing to you.

"It's alright," you replied.

The skeletons had left. You decided that you should probably get home too. Saying goodbye to Grillby, you made your way back to the car and headed home for the day.

[zirkkun]

henlo, it is I, zircon, who cannot focus on one project at a time to save my life /hj

But I was struck with a Need to make a character for @alch3mic‘s yandere!fairy tale AU. I didn’t even have any ideas going into this. I just went. “I need to make a character.” For some reason. Hell, I actually know next to nothing about either Dancetale or Twelve Dancing Princesses -- I literally did research for this upon waking up this morning, and then when I scrapped through enough ideas, I finally settled on this!

Also, I know Dancetale!Sans technically has a blue color scheme, or indigo in some depictions; but there already being a two chars in the AU with blue (huntsy and prince) and captain with purple, I figured I should pick something that stuck out a little more. So I went with a blue-green lol. (and injected some mint colors bc... favorite color lol)

More info with my rambling about this skele if you’re interested, but fair warning, there will be some yandere themes given the AU ^^/ -->

Soldier!Sans - goes by “Soldier” in many cases. Was given this nickname for his loyalty to doing every job he’s assigned without question as an information broker.

+ he took up being an information broker after his music composition career began to tank. figured he might as well get money somehow

+ still does music composition when he can. he can play violin and keyboard. usually doesn’t bother with lyrics

+ does not have loyalty to any specific person (... that is, for his job) and will do (nearly) any job without fail.

+ soldier works differently from huntsman and cheshire, who are in similar positions in a way. he doesn’t lack emotions (unlike huntsman), but he has an emotional disconnect with the informational work he does (unlike cheshire) ... y’know, most of the time.

+ his brother has a dance studio called “Enchanted Dancing.” his brother often tries to offer him a job at the studio, since soldier used to be a dancer, but he refuses

+ also refuses to drink alcohol. it makes him sick. frankly, he doesn’t eat much at all because he can get sick really easily... though, whether or not that comes from a lack of eating, he isn’t sure

+ usually does work for the richest parts of the city -- that’s where the most money is

+ isn’t unfamiliar with doing some thievery here and there and selling his findings to his clients. usually they are small but expensive items, like jewelry

+ doesn’t sleep much between working both day and night, but struggles with sleeping regardless. he mostly just takes short breaks from time to time

+ overall is probably the least yandere of the yanderes, since he’s not as likely to kill as he is protect and run away... but he’s very protective

+ physically, he’s fairly tall compared to the rest of the “tiny” skeletons (huntsy, captain, prince, cheshire) and stands a few inches taller than mc. he’s also a lot thinner and a lot more fit, since he did use to be a dancer, although he isn’t anymore

+ he’s quick on his feet and very quiet. his stealth is well-known amongst his former clients, as he’s yet to be spotted by anyone, almost as if he’s completely invisible at night

Basic story concept - loosely based off of Twelve Dancing Princesses, set in the city of the yan!fairytale AU with the rest of the characters.

+ soldier plays the role of well... the solider. he is eventually hired for a long-term job of keeping an eye on one of the Kings’ (a large, extremely wealthy family in the city) adopted children whose siblings say disappears during the night

+ according to the Kings, their child is nearly about to graduate college, but is borderline failing their final semester for reasons the family can’t comprehend. they wake up late in the morning and go to bed oddly early, and the Kings never see them doing their school work and are upset. this is why they hired soldier

+ when soldier does tracks them down inevitably, he’s met with the discovery that they’ve been leaving every night to go to varying different parties. surprisingly, they’re not typically the drunk college parties one would expect. rather, they’re more involved and populated dance parties

+ the first couple of times he finds them, they’re at typical raves, but later on, he finds they’re doing other things as well, such as late-night dance classes. but it always involves dancing. sometimes soldier catches himself critiquing their moves... or sometimes imagining walking up to them and teaching them himself... but then he immediately shuts down the thought and returns to his work

+ soldier eventually reports back to the Kings, who are furious at the news. they, without telling him until much later, end up locking the dancer away. soldier waits a few nights, expecting to follow them again, only for no one to come from the mansion. when he discovers out they’ve been locked away by their own family... something clicks. he isn’t sure what. but something does.

+ solider crosses his usual “loyal to his job” code and breaks into the mansion, not only allowing the dancer to meet him, but bringing them out for the night. bringing them outside so they can dance as they please

+ he isn’t sure the motivation for his actions. it’s as if a spell has been cast on him

+ If you brought me out to dance, why don’t you join me? they ask. soldier refuses. for now. maybe.

+ he is sure of one thing;

+ if they’re going to be locked away anywhere, it’ll be under his protection, not anyone else’s... but he doesn’t want it to come to that. for now, he supposes he’ll assign himself a new job of sorts -- a soldier to protect the aspiring midnight dancer

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [0.2]

Masterlist

Eva clung especially tightly to Pluto as she followed Remington back to the front gate, her cheeks burning red hot with humiliation. It didn't help either that this kid happened to be wickedly handsome and sans shirt all the while.

Remington wasn't so bothered by the incident, worse case scenario he could convince the guys to order a pizza like he was craving. Nonetheless, he didn't blame Eva; he tried to put that across by keeping the friendly smile on his face and putting her at ease.

"You know, it's not a big deal -- with the food and everything," he assured her, "We'll just order a pizza or something,"

Eva shrugged, "I know. It's just -- you know, I guess this isn't how I expected everything was going to go," she said, "Moving is tough enough with everything going on, and now it seems I got to get a play cage for this little monster,"

Remington patted the top of Pluto's head, "He's not so bad, just a little hungry. Cute little guy, aren't ya?" The pale tabby closed his eyes and rubbed his scruffy head against his palm.

Eva smiled a little, "He likes you. You should be honored, he doesn't warm up to strangers so easily,"

"Well of course he likes me. We have the same hair colour," Remington grinned, subconsciously running a hand through his black and blonde hair.

"You could be twins," Eva chuckled sardonically.

Remington opened the gate for her, "So... do you like the neighbourhood?" he asked.

"It's nice so far," Eva nodded, "I'm still unpacking all my boxes and shit so I haven't really had the opportunity to explore. And given the circumstances and... I -- I forgot my face mask too, fuck,"

Remington shrugged, swallowing the ball of nerves creeping up his throat, "You look pretty healthy to me," he said.

Eva smiled politely, hoping she could attribute the flush in her cheeks to the heat. There was something about him, he was familiar to her. She didn't come right out and say it, perhaps he just had one of those faces one sees and recognizes from somewhere else.

"Well, I should get going. And tell those guys I'm sorry again," she said, walking backwards to the sidewalk.

Remington simply shook his head, "Honestly, don't even give a second thought. Welcome to the neighbourhood, Eva"

"Thank you, Remington,"

There was something about the way his name rolled off of her tongue that sounded so sweet to him. He continued to stand at the gate and watched the pretty young girl cross the street and back into the apartment courtyard. Eva turned and took one last fleeting glance, a zing of electricity zipping down her spine when she saw Remington was still standing there.

Slamming the door to her apartment, she placed Pluto back on the floor, washed her hands thoroughly, and went back to her kitchen to continue with her baking exploits. She tied an apron around her waist, pulled out her ingredients and tried to find a good recipe on her phone. She also made sure to close the window.

She was unbothered when Pluto jumped onto the counter and took a seat, staring at his owner curiously. Eva stared at him just as intently, having half the mind to shoo him off the countertop. He seemed to almost be smiling at her.

"And what are you looking at, sausage thief?"

Some days passed; days filled with doing absolutely nothing. If everything was normal, Palaye Royale would have been smack in the middle of their European tour. Instead, Remington was sitting in his room, bored out of his mind as he continued to press the buttons on his xbox controller. He had played this game so many times, it was too easy. The challenge was gone.

Today was Friday, another Friday that was filled with perpetual boredom and misery. Riding around on his scooter wasn't fun, video games weren't fun, even trying to annoy Emerson wasn't as fun. There was little drive for him to do the bare minimum; it was just an achievement alone that he forced himself to shower this morning.

Lying back on his bed, he stared up at the empty ceiling, closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep. Maybe the time would go faster if he slept more, like a hibernating bear? However, the notion of sleep was swiftly yanked away when he heard the doorbell ring.

He groaned audibly and turned over, his dark brown eyes still shut tight, "Emerson! Someone's at the door!" he called. There was no response, not even the shuffling echo of feet. Was Emerson even home? Maybe he'd ordered something off Amazon again and conveniently forgot to tell Remington while he was out.

If it was a package and he'd missed it, he didn't want to hear Emerson going off about having to drag himself down to the post office to sign for it -- in a pandemic no less. A month in and this pandemic was already getting to be old news.

Nevertheless, Remington pulled himself out of bed and jogged downstairs, hoping the Amazon guy hadn't left yet. He didn't take into account that he was only in his indigo dotted shorts and nothing else, throwing open the door without a care. However, he was surprised to see a plastic bag at his feet, at the gate was Eva.

Eva had just pulled back the latch to the gate when she heard the door open, and she was no doubt taken aback to see Remington standing there... again without a shirt. He looked weary and tired, the complete opposite to Eva's glowing face and yellow summer dress.

"You're not the Amazon guy," Remington spoke candidly.

Eva cocked her head, "Uh, no. Afraid not," she shrugged, "You expecting a package?"

"No," Reming shook his head, "I mean, my brother might be, but he's not home and I have no... um, nevermind. What brings you over here?" he leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms, trying to collect himself a bit more.

Eva pointed to the bag at his feet, "I made some bread. The recipe made three loaves and I don't need that many carbs," she chuckled awkwardly, "I thought maybe you guys might like one?"

"Oh," Remington picked up the bag and pulled back the plastic, finding a round, crisp loaf of bread inside, probably a bit bigger than Mishka, "That's very nice of you,"

"I just felt bad about the other day --"

"I told you, it's no big deal,"

"I know," Eva nodded, scratching at the skin behind her ear, "I ... jeez. Just being neighbourly, I guess?"

"I'm the one who should be fucking neighbourly," Remington grinned, "You want to come in for a drink or something? ... Or maybe we should sit on the lawn instead? That's social distancing, right?"

Eva smiled sheepishly but shook her head, "I actually have to stop by my storage unit and pick up the rest of my things. I'm just looking for a Waive,"

"You don't have a car?" he asked.

"Well, it was either the apartment or the car, and I figure I can survive off public transit for the next little while," she replied.

It was then a truly incredible idea entered Remington's head, "... I can drive you over, if you want," he said.

Eva smiled graciously, "Oh no, that's okay. There's one up four blocks from here, and I don't want to be a bother," she replied.

"It's no bother at all," Remington grinned, "As long as I'm back in time for my set schedule of nothing, followed by nothing, and then more nothing," hey, it was at least a reason for him to get out of the house.

Eva crossed her left leg behind her right, clearly a little unsure. It wasn't advisable to get into a car with a stranger when circumstances were normal, and now couldn't have been an exception.

"I don't know, Remington,"

He could see the apprehension spread over her delicate face, and he didn't blame her for being on the edge. He wasn't even sure if she should've even been in his backyard the other day. Then again, he knew he was being safe, and as far as he saw Eva never went anywhere, or had anybody over.

"I get it if you're uncomfortable," he told her, "But I don't go anywhere. And the only people I ever really see are the people you met the other day. That's it. I just... I wanna' do everything right so we can go back to normal as soon as we can. And you seem like a nice girl and I would hate to know you're having to suck up quarantine by yourself,"

Eva took a minute to think it over. She glanced down the street, maybe thinking she could catch sight of the shared car her map was telling her was within a four-block radius. Then again, she wasn't all that comfortable having to use a car-sharing service since the pandemic started, but she couldn't take her stuff on the bus and she couldn't afford Uber rates. Besides, Remington was only one guy...

"... If you don't mind," she said finally, "Maybe we can just leave the windows down and have our masks on?

Remington tried to hold back the big grin that wanted to explode over his lips, "It's seventy-five degrees out, you bet your ass I'm gonna' have the windows down," he said, "I'll just go throw on a shirt,"

"Do you have a habit of going without a shirt?" she asked.

Remington smirked, "Only on Wednesdays... and when beautiful women happen to be around,"

Eva rolled her eyes, but she was smiling nonetheless. She actually found him to be quite charming, "Well, it's not Wednesday," she took a brief look around, "And there are no pretty girls here,"

"Oh, come on, don't sell yourself short, Eva," he winked coyly as he rewrapped the bread in the plastic, "Just outta' curiosity, is this --?"

"Sourdough," Eva nodded shyly.

"What is up with this sourdough fad?" he asked.

"I don't know," she threw her arms out, "I just wanted to fit in and be cool, I guess,"

"You named your cat after an Edgar Allan Poe book, you're already cool,"

Eva waited patiently outside as Remington dashed into his room. However, he stopped short when he found a post-it note was stuck to his door. He must've blown past it when he went to answer downstairs. It was notably written in Emerson's chicken scratch and he read it to himself.

"Remington, I'm off with Shy to the beach. Text me if you want to cook or do take out, unless of course I come home before you open your door... and you won't find this note," he glowered at the dark blue ink, "Seriously?"

About an hour later, having collected the rest of her boxes from storage, Remington followed Eva up three flights of stairs to her little corner apartment. Eva had a bit of a rough time trying to put the key in the lock without dropping her box, but she was finally able to get the door open and push her way inside. Pluto was in his bed, none too bothered by his owner's presence. It was only when he smelled the unfamiliar scent of men's soap and hair product that he turned his head to Remington.

He was quick to leap up and come trotting over, nearly scaring Remington out of his skin when he started rubbing up against his leg, "What the --? Oh, hi Pluto," he grinned at the pale and black-striped tabby.

Eva huffed at her cat, setting down her box and going to scoop him up, "Pluto! Let him in before you start whoring," He gave a yrowl of protest before he was dropped back into his bed.

"Sorry about that," she said.

"It's no problem," Remington wasn't shy about having a few glances around her small studio space. It was cozy, yet not fully furnished as the walls were still bare and her shelves were empty. On the right hand side, two perpendicular walls separated the kitchen space from the bedroom (it was more like a bed cubby), and on the other side she had a small couch with a glass coffee table, and beside that a desk that prescribed the definition of 'messy'. Looking out through a sliding door, Eva had a small balcony with two chairs and small dining table -- where she had a perfect view of his house.

"Please forgive the mess, too. I'm shit at organizing," Eva said, having now pulled down her blue medical mask so it rested under her chin. Remington did the same.

"It's definitely a lot cleaner than my place," he said, still gripping tightly the cardboard box, "Where would you like this?"

Eva set down her box on the kitchen counter, took a glance at the writing at the side before directing him, "Just down by the bookcase, is fine," and she started pulling apart her own box.

Remington set down his box and opened it as well, astonished and impressed to see rows of vinyls lined up and packed tightly. She had music that ranged from Billie Holiday to Harry Styles; some sleeves more worn down than others. Unable to help himself, Remington had a flip through her music, you could always best judge somebody by what they threw on the turntable. Remington's smile grew when he found his own record, Boom Boom Room Side A.

"You have good taste," he said, turning and holding up the vinyl.

Eva turned from her box full of novels, a tinge of red spreading over her cheeks when she saw him crouched over her music and holding a record. But when she realized the worn down sleeve was for Palaye Royale, it suddenly clicked in her mind where she'd seen Remington from. A small warmth flooded through her gut.

"I knew you looked familiar," she blushed, "Your hair's different, that's why I didn't recognize you,"

"I take it this is your only record of ours?" he smirked.

Eva shrugged, "It was a birthday present. I liked a lot of what I heard, though," she ruffled a hand through her short hair, "There was one song I heard and I just fucking loved it. It went something like... oh my gosh, like um..." she started humming the chorus to something that sounded like Mr. Doctor Man.

The melody was instantly recognizable to Remington, but he let her carry on longer than necessary to watch her, the giggle she let out while she hummed simply delicious. He could never sing that song the same way again after hearing that.

"I think that's supposed to be Mr. Doctor Man," he chuckled once she had stopped giggling.

Eva pointed a finger at him, "That's it! I loved it because it sounded like The Killers!" Eva couldn't believe she just hummed that song to Remington fucking Leith. She wasn't sure why she had let Palaye Royale fall off her radar, having remembered how much fun she had jamming to that vinyl in her old place. And the voice on Remington was so sexy, she couldn't help but be so enthralled by those raspy high and low notes he would hit.

"That's probably one of the best comparisons I've had, yet," he told her, "They also happen to originate from Vegas,"

Her cheeks were still burning but she lifted her eyes slowly back to his and gave a tentative smile, "What is it with all you cool rock bands coming out of Las Vegas?"

"Like they say; Vegas is built on hopes, dreams, and crazy people," he gave her a wide, toothy grin just to make his point.

"Who said that?" Eva asked.

"I don't know, but it makes a fuck ton of a sense," Remington replied, "Would you like me to put these in the shelf?" he pointed to the bookcase.

Eva shook her head, "No, you don't have to do that. You didn't even have to help me haul all this shit upstairs," she said.

"And leave a lovely lady to break her back on her own? My own mother would be so ashamed of me," he scoffed back, waving his hand at her, "And besides, as your new friend I insist on helping you out,"

Eva cocked her head, "So, you and I went from acquaintances to friends all within an hour and some?"

"Well, if you had hummed my song earlier, we would've been friends before Pluto even stole the sausage," Remington grinned, then glancing at the tabby, "No hard feelings, Pluto," The cat simply stared back at him.

He glanced back at Eva, "... Why does he keep staring at me?" he whispered.

Eva smirked, "He's a very personable cat. Either that, or he wants your shoes,"

"So, if I leave my sneakers on the stairs of my house, he'll come over and actually make a meal out of them?" he asked.

"I've lost so many shoes to this cat, I swear I have to keep them locked up in my closet," she replied.

Remington glanced at the cat again, narrowing his eyes as though to mockingly challenge the feline, whispering menacingly "I got my eye on you, bitch,"

[yzkhr]

Ran sees herself as a friendly person—not as much as her best friend Sonoko but friendly nonetheless— and tries as much as possible to socialize with the eight year old Haibara Ai, but it seems the girl had other plans.

It's not like the two of them are on bad terms, far from it. They had already gotten over the stage of introduction. Ran even saved the little girl once from being kidnapped, and

since then, their relationship had gotten a little better and Ai seems over ignoring her.

That's not to say they've become the best of friends. Although Haibara talks to her every now and then—Ran was always the one initiating— she's still far from opening up. It was like she was on a different world, like Conan, but much darker and obscure.

There are also the occasional glances the little girl gives her whenever she thinks Ran wasn't looking. Ai looks at her like she's fragile, fear present in those green eyes that looks older than what an elementary student should have. It wasn't fear of her, it was fear for her. From what, she didn't know.

But what really bothers Ran the most was whenever she's finally in a decent conversation with her, Ai always stopped herself midway, as if continuing would break the young girl's heart. She'd then inch away from the teenager and acted as if the interaction never happened.

Whenever she'd talk about it, Sonoko would just remind her that she can't please everybody and ignore the 'sassy brat'. But for some reason, Ran couldn't do it. Something about Ai and her stoic personality saddens Ran. She believes that something must have happened to the poor girl for her to act so mature at such an age.

So, when the professor invited her to go camping with him and the Detective Boys, Ran thought of it as an opportunity to finally get closer to the young girl and figure out what's wrong.

But it looks like living with the 'Sleeping Kogoro', her father's ability to have murder and death follow him wherever he goes seemed to have rubbed in on her and Conan—poor kid really, seeing hundreds of dead bodies everywhere despite only being an elementary student— as they encountered Haru Mizaki's dead body, who happens to be one of the five hikers they met coincidentally.

Of course, it was Conan who figured out all the tricks and deduce who the murderer is, being one of her friends. His knowledge from watching too much television proved to be useful once more (although Ran doubts that a show about blood splatters actually exists).

They split the group into three to capture the culprit; Conan alongside Ayumi and Mitsuhiko, the professor accompanied by Genta, and lastly, Ran stucked with Ai.

As they were about to split up, Ran took note on how Conan dragged Ai by her arm and whispered something to the girl, earning him an apathetic look. He continued to speak to her until Ai gave him her own hushed reply. It seemed to satisfy him as he let her go and ran towards his own group. Ai did the same and walk to her, ignoring Ran's curious stare.

As the duo set out to find the murderer, Ran saw it as the perfect chance to start a conversation. However, Ai seemed to be avoiding that at all cost, as the girl deliberately slows down her pace to create a gap between them.

Ran sighed quietly to herself, pretended to not notice their sudden distance and just focused at the matters at hand. She decided that if Ai wasn't ready yet, then she wouldn't push her. Besides, it really wasn't Ran's business to begin with. Maybe the girl just wanted to be left alone and Ran was annoying her by being too pushy.

Branches creaking and feet shuffling through

detritus and hundreds of different leaves were the only sounds Ran and Ai could hear that fills the entire forest. The trees were huge and it's leaves were covering the humid sun, darkening the entire place, giving Ran chills down her spine. It also didn't help that there's currently a killer on the loose. The trees were clumped together, making it harder to see any figure of silhouette of what they're seeking.

It took an hour for the two to skim through the thick trees and branches as they find themselves near a cliff. Ai decided that they shouldn't get nearer as they couldn't even see a glimpse of the bottom. As the two start to retrace their step, Ai's shrill voice called out towards her.

"Mouri-san!"

On instict, Ran turned around to see the face of their culrpit charging at her with a knife. She immediately tried to move away from the weapon's range, but it managed to cut through her left cheek.

Despite the sting she felt, she paid no heed to it as she kicked the attacker's back with force. He stumbled down forward and Ran walked towards Ai, blocking her.

"Tsk. I really should have killed the little girl first huh?"

He turned around and Ran saw the an all too familiar vicious and fierce countenance. A face of a murderer. She gave Ai a sign to step back as she readied a fighting stance. Ai moved away and watch the events unfold with careful eyes.

"Why are you doing this!?"

The man smirk at her question and tightened his hold on the knife.

"Well, you guys already know about me, didn't you? I heard you talking about it a little while ago. I was supposed to pretend to know nothing but it seems you also have evidence. It was a good thing for you guys to split, since it'll be easier to kill you like that."

Her face darkened at his confession as she thought of Conan's and the professor's group encountering this sick person.

"Seriously, girls like you two shouldn't play detective like that. It's such waste to kill you with your cute faces and all."

Without any warning, Ran charged at him. The culprit's sickening smirk just grew wider and she wanted nothing more but to erase it.

The man was pretty experienced with the knife, as he tried to cut through Ran. She prioritized to disarm him of the weapon as she backtrack away from it. She tried to overwhelm him by throwing punches and kicks, but he keeps dodging them by a hair's inch. He held her right foot and tried to twist it around but she used her left one to whack his chest and pushed him away. They were both panting from the other's continuous advances but it was obvious who needed more rest.

Just after a few seconds, the attacker once more tried to slit her throat or any part of her body by becoming more and more violent with his advances. Ran barely avoided all of them, one gash cutting some of her hair. Caused by her constant evasion, she unknowingly stepped on a stone, causing herself to losing her balance. As she recede, he used that to his advantage and slices her stomach, clothes destroyed and a large yet shallow cut replaced it.

She winces from the pain, causing her to stumble back. However, the attacker did not gave her anytime to breathe as he charged at her, fully intending to stab. She wanted to sidestep or at least stop him but her body was tired. They spent an entire hour going around the forest trying to find him and it pretty much exhausted her.

She thought to have lost all hope when a piece of stone came flying towards the man's arm, causing him to turn away from Ran and find the thrower. Ran benefited from it and stood up from her trip, kicking away the knife on his hand, successfully disabling him.

She wasted no more time as the man's focus went back to her and her assault, she punched his face with all her energy left, resulting with him tumbling back and being rendered unconscious.

Ran retreated herself and sat down against a tree, the ache from the fighting along with the wounds from her cheek and stomach hitting her all at once. She closed her eyes and almost want to drift off and sleep when she felt a presence beside her.

She opened her eyes once more and saw Ai's figure towering over her battered one. The girl's faced was etched with worry, as much as she tried to hide it. Ran's indigo eyes traveled it's way to Ai's hands, only to see a few stones being clutched by them. She returned the little girl's examining and antsy look with an appreciative one as her eyes fluttered shut again.

"Thanks, Ai-chan. You saved me back there."

Ran's voice was rough and breathy, showing signs of her weariness from the fight yet it was laced with obvious gratitude towards the girl. Ai continued scrutinizing her, eyes staying a little longer particularly on her stained left cheek and her sliced stomach.

Ai remembered her conversation with Edogawa earlier before Ran and her teamed up.

-

As their teams were chosen from random picking, Ai was about to join Ran and leave when she felt a warm hand touched her elbow. She turned around to see Edogawa now dragging her a bit further away from the group.

When the spot was enough for him, he faced her with those intense blue eyes of his, filled with seriousness.

'Haibara, take care of Ran for me okay? You two might meet the murderer and knowing Ran, she'll definitely charged at him. When you guys spot him, shout and run away quickly.'

She gave him an indifferent expression. What exactly was the point of splitting up if they're just gonna run away instead of catching him?

He recognized that look of hers as he had been the receiver of it too many times now. He sighed and glanced at Ran, fierceness from his eyes dissipating and being replaced with soft ones, only reserved for his childhood friend.

'Just listen to me okay? That guy most likely has a knife, since we didn't find the murder weapon.'

The sincere worry from his tone caught her off guard. She just gave him a nod and spoke.

'Fine. I'll protect her so you don't have to worry.'

Her reply seemed to satisfy him, as he smiled at her and ran back with Ayumi and Mitsuhiko. Ai did the same and walk towards Ran.

-

Just as Edogawa expected, Ran did attack the guy with the purpose to stop him. As the two were busy fighting each other, Ai did as she was told and screamed for help. After a minute of doing so, it looked like the forest was too large that Edogawa nor the professor could hear it.

Ai decided to head back and found Ran in a dangerous situation. With quick thinking, she picked up a piece of rock and threw it at the attacker. With him losing his focus, Ran managed to defeat him, but without few scratches of her own.

Ai's eyes hardened with guilt as she eyed the woman's wounds. She thought back to the promise she made with Edogawa that made her even guiltier.

' I couldn't protect her. I'm sorry Kudo-kun.'

"I'm sorry I was late from helping."

Ran just shook her head languidly as a response to her apology.

"That's not true. You were right on time. If it weren't for you, I would have been dead by now. So, thank you."

Ai wanted to protest, wanted to tell Ran that it was her fault that the teenager was beaten up but somehow, Ran's voice reminded her of Akemi, how her older sister would always thank her with such coaxing voice, enough for Ai to feel better. Ran's tone did the same right now that she had to close her eyes and remind herself that this person isn't her sister.

"I'll go find Edogawa-kun and the others. You stay here and rest Mouri-san."

Ai took one more glance at the woman before heading back. Ran just gave her that smile, which was so similar to Akemi that Ai had to look away to save her own heart.

Note: Will have a Chapter 2

[toothsy]

Could you request a headcanon of how Shinsou Todoroki and Midoriya react to their crush with a broken heart, also aizawa but with him seeing one of his students (not romantic)?

A/N: The best ones - okay, yeah I’m gonna do it. Thanks for the request ! If you want me to change something please tell me ! BY THE WAY it’s finally Christmas break for me - so be prepared to see more posts from me. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND I’LL HAVE 100 FOLLOWERS SOON I’M SO HAPPY -

Warnings : Angst | Cheating | reader having a broken heart

Keys : Y/n - Your Name |

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• Hitoshi Shinso

• '' You don’t understand, it’s over between us ! '' Y/n cried, tears falling down their cheeks.

• The indigo haired boy looked at them with a pained look.

• He was pained, but also angry. Angry after Y/n boyfriend- or, ex-boyfriend.

• He promised himself to make sure he would pay for what he did to them, but right now, Y/n was more important.

• '' S-Shinso... I... I really miss him.. '' They said between sobs. He shook his head and then hugged them.

• '' Y/n-san... he was an asshole and it’s probably the best if you’re not in contact with him anymore. '' They didn’t say anything back, they just kept sobbing.

• '' M-Maybe... Maybe it is my fault though ?.. Maybe he wouldn’t have cheated on me if I-''

• '' Y/n, don’t ever say it’s your fault when it comes to this. It’s not. He’s the one that lied all this time to you, that was treating you like garbage. ''

• '' Maybe because I am garbage after all... '' His eyes widened at their words. How could they say that ?!

• His crush, the person that believed in him for so long, the person he always wanted to be with, that he wanted to kiss, hold their hands, saying that they were garbage ? No. He couldn’t let this go.

• “ Don’t you dare saying this again, Y/n. You’re wonderful, powerful and beautiful. This guy that cheated on you, doesn’t deserve you. He’s the one that should’ve been treated like garbage. I swear to god Y/n... don’t you ever say you’re garbage ever again....”

• Y/n’s eyes, red and puffy from all the crying, blinked a few times and a smile appeared on their face, with some blush on their cheek. They hugged him and they sighed.

• “ Thank you... Shinso.”

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• Todoroki Shoto

• “ We’re done. '' Y/n said, letting their plate full of food fall as they started running. They could hear their ex-boyfriend calling behind but they were still running.

• Something wet was falling on their cheek and they guessed that they started crying, they cursed at themselves. They ran, until they bumped into someone, falling on their butt. They shook their head a little and looked at the person they bumped into : Shoto Todoroki.

• They’ve been friends for a while now, Y/n would even say they were best friends. The bi-haired male had a calm look, like always, but Y/n didn’t know why but they felt like he was also worried. “ Y/n-san ? Is everything alright ?”

• More tears fell and they shook their head. He helped them getting up and he walked toward a bench, so they could talk about it.

• Y/n cried for at least 5 minutes non stop, their head were hiding on Todoroki’s chest and they were slowly patting their head, whispering things like ‘it’s okay’ ‘don’t worry you can cry’ ‘I’m here’ in their ear.

• After 5 minutes, they calmed down.

• “ He cheated on me.” They finally said, their voice shaking a little. Shoto tried his best to contains his angriness inside. How could he cheat on someone like them ? How ?

• He had to admit that he may have a little-no, big crush on them and honestly they were furious at their ex boyfriend for doing such a thing to them.

• “ And... And I feel like it’s my fault...” He sighed at their words and hugged them thight.

• “ Y/n-san, it is not your fault. You did your best... and that’s what’s important. He doesn’t deserve you.”

• They sighed and closed their eyes. “ It’s okay, Y/n-san... it’s okay. I’m here for you. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Your smile... your laugh... everything about you is amazing. Don’t say it’s your fault. Never.”

• They nodded slowly and whispered an ‘okay...’ before falling asleep in his arms.

• “ And... I love you.”

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• Izuku Midoriya

• “ Y/n-san... p-please, it’s okay, it’s not your fault.’’

• The poor green haired didn’t know what to do or to say.

• “ B-But it is ! M-Maybe if I wasn’t too annoying or if I-I was a better g-girlfriend, maybe he wouldn’t have left me.. “ Y/n says in tears.

• It broke Izuku’s heart, seeing them like this. He just couldn’t handle it. He loves them with all his heart and he wish they would love him back, but sadly, their heart fell for him. Their ex boyfriend.

• And their ex boyfriend broke the heart that he wanted for so long. He knew it wasn’t his fault though... he couldn’t blame anyone, but he wished that it wouldn’t happen to them.

• “ Y-You are not annoying... p-please don’t say this -“ Midoriya didn’t know what to do, or what to say.

• “ I am ! Izuku... I’m a mess ! I don’t deserve anyone’s love... I’m..”

• But they didn’t have the time to finish. Izuku immediately pressed his lips against theirs without thinking to shut their mouth. He had tears in the corners of his eyes. Surprisingly, they kissed him back.

• He opened his eyes once again and pulled away slowly and looked into their shocked e/c orbs.

•  “ Y/n-san. Please, PLEASE, never say this. Never again. You’re beautiful, cute and you’re the most kind person I’ve ever met. You do deserve love... it’s just... sometimes, people don’t see how amazing people are.”

• Y/n blinked her eyes and smiled softly. A simple tear of happiness fell on her cheek.

• “ A-And I’m sorry for... you know... the kiss. I just... I-I really like you. I know it’s... maybe too fast...’’

• ‘’ It’s fine... thank you Izuku-kun.’’

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• Aizawa Shota

• How could he miss their tired and sad expression ?

• It hits him, seeing them so sad and so down. What happened ?

• Yesterday, they were laughing with their boyfriend, kissing and enjoying each other. Now, him and them were not even looking at each other.

• He knew that something happened between the two.

• Y/n was really... distracted today. They weren’t really paying attention and Aizawa knew he had to do something about it.

• “ Aizawa-sensei... you wanted to talk to me ?’’ Asked the student in front of him. He nodded.

• “ You seemed pretty... down today. You were distracted, weren’t helping your comrades and you were pretty calm today.’’ They sighed, looking on the ground.

• Aizawa did cared for his students, though, he doesn’t know why, but he feels like he had a more strong connection to Y/n. He felt like he was their dad and that he had to protect them. No matter what.

• So of course, seeing them like this did hurt him a little. He was worried.

• “ Also... I could tell you weren’t paying attention in class. If you want we can-...’’ he shut his mouth immediately when he heard sobbings coming from his student.

• His heart ached. What’s going on ? Now, he was sure that he wouldn’t let them go until they told them what’s going on.

• “ He cheated on me..’’ His eyes widened at their words. “ We broke up. Me and e/bf/n, we’re over.’’

• He sighed and he got closer, hugging them tight. They were shaking. They hugged him back and started sobbing in his arms. He patted their head slowly, whispering ‘I’m here.’ ‘Take a big breath’ ‘it’s okay’.

• For at least 5 minutes, they stayed in this position, hugging each other. Shota sighed once again and pulled away. He sat on the desk so he could be at their level.

• “ Listen... I’m maybe not good with words, nor good for comfort, but I know that it will get better. You have to stay strong, show that nothing can put you down. You have to keep your chin up. That’s what being a hero means and, I know you can do it. I believe in you.’’

• They looked at their sensei and smiled softly. They hugged him once again. He was first taken aback but patted their back slowly. “ It’s okay kiddo.’’

[callico-awts]

drawing more Indigo (Sans au) design because I'm not sure what he is supposed to look like. I did mention that he was supposed to be Error but he wasn't corrupted (I know that's Geno but I have ideas haha..). I suck at writing characters and designing. Indigo lives in an Au where his world is being haunted by corrupted creatures(?) I don't know what to call them yet and he survived the corruption. Pretty original story, right? (I'm just being sarcastic and I know it's not original wha..)

that's all I guess..

close up version of Indigo

full body =___=

scribbles of random infos

comparison with his 1st design xdd..

[gojosatoruwifey]

Summary: Yugen, a Third Year student from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. After a year, the three Third Years, including her, finally went home to Japan and while the two are either resting and catching up with their parents. Yugen chose to stay in the College for a while to accompany Shoko Ieri and study under her. So, what's the other reason she came back?

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Shoko Ieri, Geto Suguru, Masamichi Yaga ,Zenin Maki, Panda, Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yuuta, Yugen Akihisa, Ishida Den, Mizuki Shina, Hakari ,Zenin Mai, Todo Aoi, Utahime Iori

Genre: Supernatural,Fantasy, Slice of Life, Crack, Fluff, Action

Warnings: Curse, Swearing, Grammar Errors, mention of torn limbs

The ringing of the phone indicating that someone is calling echoed on a room until the person on the other side picks up. “Hello, Yugen-san?”

“Good morning, Yamato-san!” Yugen cheerfully greeted.

Right now, they are back to the infirmary; Itadori laid on the bed tiredly, Kugisaki on the swivel chair as she spins around, Fushiguro reading a particular book that caught his interest from the bookshelf near him while Yugen leaned her back to the window, her phone on her ears as her eyes stared outside of the glass.

“What did you do again?”

Yugen gasps exaggeratedly as she offendedly says, “I didn’t do something bad!...well… maybe…”

Yamato sighed. “Should I contact the Principal?”

“Hehe. I think you should.” Yugen carefully agreed. “I used the highway railings two streets away from Jujutsu Tech in the heat of the moment. We were attacked by a Grade 3 Curse and it’s a slime type-”

“‘We’? You’re not alone?”

“Yeah. I’m with the First Years.”

“Yugen-san!” Yamato yelled. “You should not do things that might influence the kids!”

“Are you implying that I am a bad example for the First Years?” Yugen rested her free hand on her chest as if Yamato could see her. “Don’t you know that I don’t cuss, unlike Den? Or get stressed quickly like Shina? I’m a chill person and I don’t utter such obscenity.”

“We both know that you’re the carbon copy of Gojo-san - in behavior.” Yamato rubbed her temples. Oh, the headache she gets whenever a certain troublemaker strikes.

“I don’t. I’m not like Gojo-sensei. I’m a good girl.”

“What is this I’m hearing? Is Yu-chan saying that I’m also a bad example?”

The students turned their heads towards the white-haired Sorcerer entering the room as he placed small boxes on the table which made Kugisaki halt her antics as Itadori got up and peered at the object.

“Hm?” Kugisaki’s brown eyes scrutinized the text of the box as her eyes widened in glee. “It’s a fruit sando!”

“Woah, it really is!” Itadori opened one of the cartons gingerly.

“It’s a souvenir!” Gojo exclaimed. “Leave us a few. I need to talk to this midget here.” he tapped the Third Year’s head and urged her to walk as they left the infirmary, Yugen smiled at the First Years, her fingers smoothly ending the call with Yamato.

“What is it that you want to talk about?” Yugen leaned on the pillar on the side as she crossed her arms and looked at Gojo with a questioning gaze.

“Where are Den and Shina?” asked Gojo.

Yugen blinked confusedly. “On their home.”

“You sure?” Gojo fished out something to reveal a ripped picture of a construction site and obviously from a newspaper. Slowly, Yugen’s indigo eyes slightly widened at the sight of the photo on his hand as her heartbeat drummed nervously.

Internally, she is panicking. Why does he have that picture? Does he know? Did the ‘business’ earlier he was talking about is looking for Den or Shina? I made sure not to make suspicious moves so why does he have that? What should I do? Should I act inno-

“Relax, Yu-chan. Your face is giving away your thoughts.” Yugen exhaled the air she didn’t realize she was holding and glared at the teacher in front of her.

“You’re being nosy, Sensei.”

“And you’re being skeptical, Akihisa.”

Yugen narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you want?”

Gojo hummed for a few seconds. “Hmmmm~”

He opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted when Yugen’s phone rang as she took out her phone from her skirt’s pocket and pressed the answer button on the screen.

“Hello?...eh? Five humans since she settled there?.......okay, good. Take care and see you.”

“Was that Den?”

“Yeah. Let’s go back to the topic.” Yugen says as Gojo’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“My, my. Impatient, aren’t we?” he teased.

“Why do you have that picture, Sensei?” she asked.

“First of all, it’s not my fault that someone left this on the Shoko’s desk along with scrolls sprawled on the table.” Gojo started. Yugen felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she remembered that she indeed left the ripped picture on the desk. “Second, your voice raised a bit higher than normal when you answered my question about exorcising the Special Grade and lastly...you.”

“What about me?” Yugen tilted her head.

“You’re acting shady!” Gojo blurted out. “You can lie to a stranger but you can’t lie in my face.”

Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) ‘I thought he was going to say something cooler like you can’t lie to someone who knows you.’ (一。一;;）’ but since this is Gojo-sensei we are talking about...I guess this is expected.’

“You really have an expressive face, Yu-chan.”

“I was just asking how did you get your hands to that thing, why did you end up talking like a detective from the movies?” Yugen says, “You are demanding answers since I arrived here.”

Yugen continued. “Your actions are saying that you are suspicious of me since the very beginning because if you’re not, you should have brought the First Years late but you’re early.”

Underneath the blindfold, Gojo furrowed his eyebrows.

“You being punctual means that you know something even though I haven’t said yet the truth why we came back home before the appointed time Principal Yaga thought,” Yugen stated. “Am I right, Gojo-sensei?”

“Not to mention, you eat the trap I baited,” Yugen smirked, seeing Gojo’s mouth agape in surprise. “I invited the First Years for lunch as soon as you left and in the meantime, you used that gap to survey the infirmary. When we got back to the room, I noticed that Megumi’s paper was moved to the side. As far as my memory says, the paper was placed near the lamp and I didn’t use the lamp to pin the paper either. It just means that someone interfered while I was not there.”

“Bingo.” Yugen grinned in victory as Gojo howled in laughter. “I didn’t think that you would pick up the picture. It’s a trap that tells whether someone touched the things without someone supervising.”

“HAHAHAHAHA!! I just can’t outwit you!”

“That picture was in between Megumi and Yuuji’s paper.” Yugen shook her head with a smile on her face. “I just use a simple trap.”

“You know that I’m willing to cover you up, right?” Gojo ruffled her mahogany hair. “You’re like my daughter.”

“I don’t see you as a father figure.” Yugen teased. Her gloved fingers fixing her messy strands. “Ready for a storytelling?”

“When I am not ready?”

One cautious step on the concrete while a juniper colored hair peeked behind the worn-out wall to peek at the two figures discussing what they are gonna do next as the womanly figure childishly threw a tantrum on the larger figure when her companion says something that upsets her.

“Why can’t I go outside?!” says the lass.

Believe it or not, Shina knows that these people are registered Special Grade Curses that her group has been hunting for a year since their Second Year and now they are the Third Year, the chase of these bloodthirst Curses are gonna end today. The female Curse was wearing a torn kimono, showing her smooth blue skin while her violet hair was tied up in a bun with a few strays falling on her forehead. The other one was a large Curse standing on 6’9 with only pants as his clothes and just like the female, he had blue skin and his violet hair was tied in a tight bun.

The plan is simple yet required for them to execute it in accurate precision. It was not the usual set up.

Have Shina sneak into the lion’s den to watch the Curse’s moves and report it, Den to summon weapons using her talismans to surround the vicinity if ever the Curse escaped, and Yugen to activate her Domain Expansion within 0.2 seconds and use it to trigger the Domain Repercussions to exorcise the Curses.

Right, it’s not the complex ploy they set before the day of exorcising.

Yet, the pair already notice her presence and they sharply turn to Shina’s hiding place, chasing her as she skips from side to side of the deformed, old hallway.

‘I followed Yugen’s instruction on how to conceal my existence and lowered my Cursed Energy, how did they know I was here?’ Shina shoveled the collapsed block of cement she passed by halting momentarily to kick the objects as it obscured the visions of the stunned two Curses; their eyes caught dust and foreign particles.

“Shina, can you hear me?!” the voice of Den reverberated around the place.

“The Curses are chasing me!” Shina answered as she felt dizzy from running in twists and turns. Behind her, the growling from one of the Curses can be heard. ‘Where does Den’s voice come from?’

“Which Curse!?”

“Special Grades!”

“Shit!” the navy haired girl cussed loudly. “Yugen is fighting a bunch of Grade 1 insects! She can’t use Domain Expansion!”

“Well, damn it!”

Shina can’t see Den but she swears she heard her laugh.

It made her lips quirk up in a soft smile. She, after all, doesn’t cuss when she is not frustrated-choosing to stay quiet until her stress level reached its limit.

The running is taking a toll on her.

“Where are you?”

A glance to the left as she answered, “Floor C, Emergency Exit.”

“Why are you so far away?!!” Den whined.

“I know I should not-” Shina dodged the Cursed Energy beam from the male Curse shot on her way as she leaped to the stairs. “..ask! But how are you able to communicate with me?”

“I put Talismans earlier on the building!”

“You think I’ll let you off the hook, brat!?” the female Curse exclaimed, her long nails scratching Shina’s back as she hissed in pain-the excruciating tingles making her gaze hazy.

“SHINA!!”

A flash of similar dark uniform slams the female Curse on the wall loudly. Shina felt her breathing hitch as her green eyes caught blood dripping on Den’s head who had her rose-pink eyes glaring at the struggling female Curse; hands gripping the Curse’s neck as she tried to free her limbs from the Talismans.

“Did you injure yourself on your way here?” Shina asked as her hand pulls out a Talisman from Den’s belt bag hanging on her back; sticking one Talisman on the female Curse’s mouth, completely shutting her shoutings.

Swinging the blade multiple times, on the sides, on her front and back. The insect Curses resembled grasshoppers charging at her in full speed as Yugen swiftly sliced them; purple substance on her dark uniform and the filthy stench invaded her nose. Yugen tightly held the hilt of the tanto sword on her right hand as she continued to swing in different directions.

“This is why I hate pests.”  exhaled and fastened up her jumping pace; creating a large distance to the Curses.

“Okay, okay.” Yugen steadied her footing on the ground as she bounced to feel her legs that started to numb from exhaustion. She inhaled and exhaled as Yugen focused the power on her right leg; pivoting her left leg to raise her other shin.

The rumbling noise of a large portion of air gathering in one place blared towards the insect Curses as the force crushed the earth and made the Curses retreat until the air entered their internals; bursting their bodies apart. Yugen blink at the nauseating view. The forest is also affected by the pressure as the land had a large and long dent on it.

“Ah, there’s another group. Geez,” she says as her body flashes mid-air behind the ongoing Curses; the blade of the tanto sword whistling with the wind as she swung it again.

The slapping sound of Talismans sticking to the walls loudly.

Den sprinted towards the female Curse’s torso as she smacks a Talisman different from the others; Shina is behind the male Curse, kicking him in the shins to take his balance off which the Curse quickly recovered as she dashed to the female Curse; She and Den crossed paths; their minds saying the same thing.

Talisman Technique: Synchronization.

Within those seconds, both of the Curses felt something creepier. The sensation of a boiling liquid slowly seeping through their muscles, taking its time to crawl in their body as their senses shout at them of the impending danger. The uncomfortable feeling of it made their mind distracted.

Shina rose her hand mimicking a marionettist manipulating her puppets with strings.

A tug of an invisible force.

“Wow, I just came at the right time.”

Yugen wields the tanto sword to the side as purple blood splatters in the process. Den threw a clean cloth to her. Meanwhile, the two Curses trembled upon hearing Yugen’s voice as she used the cloth to clean the purple liquid on the blade.

“The plan failed, idiot.” Den played the talismans on her hand.

��Sorry! hehe.” Yugen apologized sheepishly, still wiping the blade. “Take it easy! The theatre is starting.”

“So? You can’t move?” Den questioned the two Special Grades with mockery. The Curse pair stood frozen on their spot as they registered that they are not moving anymore.

“My Cursed Technique allows me to control living beings by touching them thrice as my Cursed Energy flows like a fluid,” Shina stated, her right index finger haul up as the male Curse’s arm moves; demonstrating her technique.

“Since Shina can’t touch you, I used my Cursed Technique,” Den said. “You see, my Curse Energy is made to create and they only manifest when I’m using these Talismans-” she waved the Talismans, “-and the papers plastered on the wall had her Cursed Energy on it and since it’s surrounding us-”

“-you Special Grades are going to die.” Yugen finished as she removed the dark glove of her right hand and throw it aside

“What a waste. I was hoping to use weapons to kill you guys to make me practice but you just have to crush that and see Shina.” Den brushed the dust on her skirt.

“Please let my sister go…” the male Curse pleaded as he struggled to move.

Yugen looked at him. “Do you know the story of Hansel & Gretel?”

The Curse didn’t answer.

“Hansel & Gretel are siblings like the two of you.” Yugen closed her eyes. “According to the story I read, there was a great famine struck their country and their family is starting to suffer from starvation, having no choice but to abandon the poor Hansel and Gretel. Their parent left them in the forest and suddenly, a sweet aroma filled their senses and followed the smell. As they reach a house made from different sweets, they met an old woman and she ushered them to enter her abode. The old woman turns out to be a witch! And she wanted to cook Hansel and eat him. However, Gretel is a smart girl and helped her brother to escape from the cage he was stuck and pushed the witch from the pot and she died.”

“W-What happened to Hansel and Gretel?” the female Curse timidly asked.

“Unfortunately…” Yugen opened her eyes to glance at them. “..they died in this life!”

Yugen slit the male Curse’s arms using the tanto sword on her left hand as the female Curse shrieked in fear; squirming on her spot as she thrashed around and called the male Curse in repeat.

“AAACKK!!!” the male Curse shouted in pain and Shina’s eyes widened when her ‘grip’ to the female Curse loosened; hands trembling from holding two Special Grades. For some reason, Shina can’t let the female Curse to sit still as the Curse erupt a high amount of Cursed Energy.

“Shit!” Den brings out a black talisman and sticks it towards the female Curse’s back; upon sensing her presence, the female Curse turns around and grabs her wrist then twists her body and fling Den towards Yugen and they both crash to the wall with a loud slam as the stones crumbled and fall into pieces..

“Nii-san!” the female Curse run to the male Curse and hoist him up but before she can carry the male Curse properly, a long black hand shot from the wall where Yugen and Den crashed into harshly grabbed the male Curse away from the female Curse as she yelped from the unexpected force.

Shina watched a figure stagger to her feet, swaying a little as she steadied her balance.  

“Let me tell you that I hate it when my head gets hit.”

Yugen glared at the female Curse. “It really pissed me off.”

Behind her, the long black hand is still clutching to the male Curse like a child holding her doll. Yugen raised a brow. “Oh? Not fighting back?”

“I already accepted the fact that I will die in our Creator’s hands…” he answered, defeat lacing his voice. “Our purpose is to fulfill our Creator-”

“You think I will let you die on her hands, Nii-san?!” the female Curse bawled as her Cursed Energy pressured Shina and Den to the ground, leaving Yugen standing-albeit not perfectly.

‘Shina can’t tend Den’s wounds…’ Yugen shifts her eyes to Shina and Den laying on the concrete. ‘I have to finish this woman.’ her tanto sword dangling on her gloved hand.

“For now, let’s kill that Curse.” Yugen’s indigo eyes followed another long tentacle-like hand appearing on her left back as its index and thumb passed to the male Curse’s center chest like a ghost going past to a wall as it dug out a small shiny dark orb and placed it onto Yugen’s palm.

The female Curse watched Yugen crush the dark orb in horror as the male Curse on the long black hand faded into specks of dust.

The Curse’s lips quivered as she screamed.

“And that's how the story ends.” Yugen lazily shifts her weight to her other leg. “The female Curse or let’s call her ‘Gretel’ escaped by releasing pressure again and almost made Shina a limp and Den had an amnesia.”

“Woah, what a terrible ending,” Gojo commented.

“It was a good thing that my little friend-” she caresses the left part of her hair as if touching a baby, “-protected the two yet ‘Gretel’ ran away before I got my hands on her. I just can’t let Shina and Den leave there in pain.”

“Spoken like a true older sister.” the white-haired Sorcerer patted her. “You did well.”

Yugen hummed, letting him stroke her hair like a child.

“That picture…” she paused. “..the construction site. That’s where ‘Gretel’ currently lives. Den might have sensed Gretel’s Cursed Energy in that place since she sticks a talisman on the Curse’s back before she flee and she could not get rid of it even if she tried to. Den’s Talisman can seal her but since Den is not near her, she can’t seal that Curse.”

Yugen cupped her chin with her gloved fingers. “Speaking of Den, we don’t know how many meters she should get near to chant the spell and seal Gretel until I exorcise her. Will one-meter good or she have to get closer? I think there’s a certain distance between the User and the Curse if it comes to sealing and not creating..”

“Yugen-senpai!” Itadori cries out as he rushes towards them. “I finally found you!”

“What happened, Yuuji?”

“Ku-Kugisaki is going to murder me!”

From afar, Kugisaki retorted. “I'm just putting your share! Senpai and Sensei are going to eat too!”

“Hah! For all I know, you secretly want an extra!”

“Just eat in peace,” Fushiguro muttered under his breath.

E X T R A :

“Huh?” Yugen looks around the old building. The aftermath of the exorcise had great damage and the residuals of the Curses are everywhere. She glances beside her to see Den surrounded by Medics provided by Jujutsu Tech and she approach the silent woman smoking on the side.

“Shoko-sensei!” the said woman puffs out the smoke and turns in her direction.

“Yugen, you seem fine.”

“Those Curses don’t affect me.” she rests her hands on her hips. “They belong to me, after all.”

“But still, you don’t feel dizzy?” Shoko asked.

“Not anymore.” Yugen let out a sigh. “How’s Den and Shina?”

Shoko dropped the cigarette on the land as she stomps on it. “Den is still light-headed and Shina is feeling weak. They should know that they should not have to use their Cursed Technique too much. Even though you are Grade 1 Sorcerers doesn’t mean that you have to use your skills for your full potential. Yugen, you already know this, right? The three of you are strong but handling two Special Grades especially coming from the unknown is dangerous.”

“I don’t know why the Principal insists that you exorcise these Special Grades.” the Doctor sighed. “He must be teaching you a lesson.”

Yugen only smiled wryly. “I feel responsible so I don’t mind if the higher-ups dump this work to us.”

“Higher-ups? Are they involved?”

“Of course, they are.” she scoffed. “They are expecting me to fail.”

Shoko laughed in amusement, “Cowards, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they are.”

Then Shoko held out a familiar dark glove to Yugen as the Third Year’s face brightened up. “You’re looking for this?”

Yugen whispered a small ‘thank you’ and  wore the glove. “I thought it was missing.”

“Did you know that your other classmates made trouble?” Shoko says. “They receive suspension as punishment.”

“Eh??”

“All of the Third Years are suspended except the Three Espada,” she explained. “I’m saying this beforehand. Don’t be surprised if you can’t see a Third Year roaming on the school grounds.  Satoru will likely not explain it.”

Yugen chuckled. “Right.”

Domain Repercussions - A Domain Technique: details will be provided from the following next chapters.

*Yamato - a female Auxiliary Manager

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[tsubaki3192]

Luck. 1

[Various Ikesen x ??! MC/Reader]

Chapter 1: Nope.

Masterlist (TBA)

Notes: .... Should I keep Yoshimoto in? IDK how to write him, tbh. Pronoun (Y/N) will be used. IDK if Kennyo will be a love interest... Yet.

Tagging: @unstoppablelinda, @otome--fantasy.... 

(Let me know if you want to be tagged!)

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Nope, nope, nope.

There was absolutely no way this was happening to you. 

Absolutely not. 

You were dreaming. You had to be dreaming. It was simply impossible for you to have fallen through some strange space-time continuum (a black and streaky grey, you recall) into some strange 500-years-ago dimension where the famous figures of the Sengoku Period were the same age, if not slightly older than you were.

Then again maybe it wasn’t impossible. Then again you had forgotten who you were; what you are. 

And then again- “Hey!”

And you fled, feet pounding against the mossy (unevenly paved?) ground beneath her. And it was only right you had done so, given-

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“Hey, wake up! It’s dangerous to be sleeping during a fire!”

Following that strange warp you had passed through (and you stand by the black and streaky grey), you had been brought to a temple blaze with a man (laid in full Japanese medieval armour, might you add) at the centre of the room.Though your instincts told you to flee, your rather sensitive ears had heard the subtle yet distinct sound of geta against the somewhat crumbling tatami mats (or was it wood? There was too much ash to see clearly).

And then the sharp, metallic sound of a blade drawn. 

“Come on! We need to get out of here!”

The sword-wielding figure froze, unexpectedly finding another within the room- You. And if luck hadn’t given you it’s control, then you and the armoured man would’ve been killed- slaughtered- with no evidence of family. But no. Your curse (hex?), now applied to the supposed assassin, caused the beam to fall from above him. 

But he managed to step backwards in time, away from the crashes above. 

And if you needed to sigh exasperatedly, now was the time to do so. Apparently, just apparently, heat from a rather heavy (and uncontrolled) fire wasn’t something to wake from, but the crashes from a falling wooden beam was?

And though he was still disoriented, you grabbed the hand of the now-standing, once-sleeping male and tugged him towards the open doorway, forcing him to leap from the balcony. And you could only hope your bad luck tendencies wouldn’t appear during such a precarious deed.

Then, just moments after you landed on the ground and strode away from the building-

“Someone tried to do me away as I slept? How audacious. You there, woman. Release my hand.”

It took you several moments to realise exactly who he was speaking to, and exactly what he said. It wasn’t a request, but an order and certainly one you would’ve absolutely despised, if it weren’t for the fact his eyes glowed just as red as your own would, under some rather specific circumstances. 

“Who are you?”

Your narrowed eyes watched him skeptically, watching for any signs of danger (to yourself or he?). But your instincts informed you otherwise and your shoulders partially relaxed under his rather intense gaze. 

Yet your question floated through the air, undeniably stubborn.

“Do you mean to say you saved me without expecting a reward of some kind? I am-”

“You know what? I’m not interested after all. I believe I’ll dislike whatever I hear from you.”

You had decided he was someone you exhaustedly didn’t want to deal with (too loud with far too much ego), shrugging off his hand before he could say much else to you. But he only stared at you incredulously and continued speaking as if you hadn’t interrupted him with your unnecessarily rude comment. 

It had taken you several moments of ignorance before you realised just who you had impudently spoken to.

“You’re… who?!”

“Oda Nobunaga,” the man replied, watching your expression change amusedly, “The man who will unite this country under one flag.”

But you just silently eyed him from top to bottom shamelessly, blinking unamused. And you sighed. Of course he was. It wasn’t as if you didn’t recognise the name, nor the nameplate nailed to the wall of the crumbling temple behind you. Honnōji. Oda Nobunaga. They were both names you well and truly recognised from your high school history textbook.

But he was much younger than your textbook had mentioned he was when he supposedly died, and... Oh wait. ‘Honnōji’ and ‘Oda Nobunaga’ were two names that went hand-in-hand with ‘death’.

…. Did you… just… prevent the death of the so-called ‘Devil King’?

Oh shit.

And it was ‘oh shit’ indeed when another voice on horseback- the undeniable clops of a horse’s hooves rang through the crackling of the nighttime blaze- called the man now standing beside you almost hurriedly.

“My lord!”

If you had thought the so-called Nobunaga’s voice was far too low and almost didn’t match his face, then this newcomer’s voice was like a cool breeze on a hot Summer's day - that was, refreshing and sweet to the ears. 

The Oda-claimed man standing beside you had also been muttering something about, to quote him, “impudence”, but you had blocked out the sounds favouring your thoughts over his shockingly deep voice. And it wasn’t until moments lated that the late-teen, early-twenties-looking male with the surprisingly silver hair and lavender eyes had introduced himself as “Ishida Mitsunari”, to which you accidentally blurted a quick “You’re the tactician” before slamming your hand over your mouth.

Oops…? 

You peered at the indigo-kimono-clad male standing in front of you, slowly but steadily, relieving your lips the pressure of your hands. And if you had thought the damn man with the crimson eye and limitless ego had been attractive, then this guy was an angel.

“It’s, um, nice to meet you, Ishida… -san?”

And true to your word, you sounded unsure of yourself, unable to deny the fact that you were unsure of what to call him. Your head cocked itself slightly towards your right shoulder; your expression scrutinising your word choice. The said ‘Ishida-san’ just smiled at your expense, uttering a quick “Mitsunari is fine,” with that naturally angelic smile of his.

And if your impudence hadn’t already amused the one called Nobunaga, then your unease, indecisiveness and knowledge did. 

“How interesting to know-”

“Milord, if you don’t mind, I’ll retrieve a new set of clothes for her. ”

For the first time that night, you took a glance towards your clothing eyeing the char, grime and ashes caught in between the pleats of your plain drawstring tee and up the leg the casual deep-blue jeans you wore. Perhaps you really did need a change of clothes. And though you couldn’t say you hadn’t worn kimonos before, it truly wouldn’t your first preference of clothing. 

Then again it was the Sengoku Period, and all they wore were kimonos, much to your irritation.

(You had also ignored the fact that the ‘Nobunaga’ had began speaking simultaneously with Mitsunari and that he was now staring, again incredulously, at the said tactician.)

“Listen!” you sighed exasperatedly, sighing as you gazed into the distant mountains, “I’m not really from around here… As in this time period. I’m from approximately 500 years in the future, if I’m not wrong.”

And as if you had uttered something completely absurd (for the record, your words did sound rather strange after they left your lips), the two warlords, as far as you could identify, blankly stared at you. And-

You deadpanned. A storyteller, the raven-haired one had called you and ‘a storyteller’ was what the other man believed, though you weren’t sure if he really was gullible or bound by obligation (most likely the latter, but who were you to judge?). And despite your protests, you were whisked off to a nearby tent and handed an indigo kimono, no doubt belonging to the gentle male (given both colour and scent) who had brought you there, to change into.

When you exited, having finally managed to shake most of the ash from your hair, Nobunaga had been waiting for you outside. And much to your chagrin, he eyed you from head to toe and hummed almost contentedly. 

“You clean up well.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned your head away but followed him into the supposed main tent (the largest of them all) anyway, still disliking the whole scenario you had unwillingly been tossed into. But it wasn’t long after you were handed a glass of water that the tent flap opened again. And your eyebrows furrowed in increased discomfort as you realised you had not heard his footsteps-

“Milord, I see that you are well.”

“Mitsuhide.”

Your head shot up as you narrowed your eyes for a split second, analysing the male for any sign that he was the one who had planned the murder (history said it was him, after all) and sighed, not in relief but for the curious glance he had given her. If anything, he couldn’t have been the one who had planned the murder of the Nobunaga you had save (or ‘rescued’, as you smugly preferred to put it). If he had taken a bath between the time you had disappeared with the said lord, how on Earth did he have the time to dry it? Hair dryers certainly didn’t exist in this period, so on that basis, he was ‘innocent’.

But this once again new guy… If you had thought Mitsunari was an angel, then this man’s white hair, tantalising golden eyes and overall aura reminded you of your kind- A kitsune. You closed your eyes and leant your head back against the tent wall and a quiet sigh escaped your lips in an attempt to calm yourself down. 

And you almost lost the gratifying sensation a split moment later when Mitsuhide parted his lips, apparently wanting to say something to you.

But-

“Nobunaga-sama!”

At the sound of the suffix, your face near-blanched and paled in disgust, though you couldn’t deny that the new voice was far more attractive than you had anticipated it to be and you somehow figured- no, knew- he was a charmer, whether intentionally or unintentionally. The voice, however, had sounded rather flustered and you had heard the sound of hooves from perhaps a 100 metres away. 

But the sight of his ruffled caramel-blond locks and the sweat dripping from his face when he entered was a set for sore eyes.

Damn, why are all these guys so good looking?!

“Hideyoshi,” Nobunaga greeted, although somewhat curtly and you gasped quietly, mentally punching yourself in the face almost immediately after. You really shouldn’t have been surprised. It was the Sengoku period after all, and Hideyoshi was Nobunaga’s right-hand-man, or so to speak.

“Oh great. Here comes ‘Toyotomi Hideyoshi’...”

It had been uttered from beneath your breath as you sighed now uninterested, but apparently even mentioning his name had been enough to capture his attention. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in your appearance, frowning even further at the sight of your displeased expression.

“Outspoken, are we? Have we met?”

And with a scowl, you couldn’t help retorting a quick “Oh, buzz off,” as irritated as you already were. You turned away from him, as in back facing him and all, huffing quietly as Mitsunari giggled at your expense. The kitsune-male only raised an eyebrow are your snark, finding you as amusing as his banter with Hideyoshi.

“Leave her be, Hideyoshi. She is the one who saved my life.”

Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide eyed you over - something you hated by now, but couldn’t do anything about - and glanced back at Nobunaga in interest.

“Such a slender thing! But it appears your courage makes up for it…”

If you had a choice, you would have cursed Mitsuhide with all of your ability, before baring your bite in his arm and disappearing in a flash of blue-white fox fire. ‘Slender thing’ or not, you were well and truly able to obliterate him on the spot if you really wanted to, though you were pretty sure you had a higher likelihood of dying from these other warlords standing ahead of you. And your history knowledge told you that you had not yet met all from Nobunaga’s end of the war.

Just how many vassals and retainers he have exactly?

But then again, as you watched Hideyoshi supposedly opting to argue with the said kitsune-like man there was just something very specific you knew of. And if you had the chance to interfere, you would’ve, save for the fact that they were so adamantly yelling at one another to the point you almost wished for some kind of headache relief.

(Did you even have a box of painkillers with you? You really weren’t sure-)

Glancing around your feet for distraction, you spied your leather-brown satchel laid at your feet and sighed. You had unconsciously clung onto the said bag (perhaps in fear? Then again your kind didn’t exactly fear fire) and only released the item when you had rested beside you. 

But you were thankful for that fact, for multiple reasons. First-

“Give us some time alone. There is something I’d like to speak to her about.”

...Nevermind the ‘first’, you had more ‘threatening’ things to deal with. From memory, ‘time alone’ with a warlord, let alone any male during Imperial Japan, was essentially agreeing to something you’d rather not think about (definitely not, considering what your occupation had been- a police officer-cross-detective).

As Nobunaga excused his fellow warlords from the tent, your hand reached towards your bag, pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and scribbled a short note. And before the Oda lord could face you, you crushed your bag against your chest and fled through the same entrance, hoping to never see them again, no matter how impossible you knew it was.

But the piece of paper flittered to the ground, folded and addressed to a single man she had met that night.

‘Akechi Mitsuhide’.

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-and as much as you’d like to say your endeavour was successful, there was just this one thing: It was the centre of town and there were people about (the whole ‘temple on fire’ thing, remember?). It wasn’t as if you could just POOF! into a fox and expect to get away, right?

And so here you were, geta pounding loudly against the dirt floor as you ran towards the forest where you ironically felt most safe. But your thoughts were preoccupied with a host of strange thoughts and analysis of the people you met earlier. They appeared much different from how your history books stated, though there wasn’t much you could say considering how frantic you thought you were.

Nobunaga, the man you had rescued, was… Much younger than you thought. You had sworn your history book had stated he was nearing, or at, 45 years of age when his death came around. But here he looked to be in his mid-twenties, if not slightly early-twenties. His crimson eyes and raven hair seemed to stand out most amongst his equally black, ruby and white clothing. 

Hideyoshi, on the other hand, appeared to be skeptical of you and frankly, you couldn’t complain. His lean figure was something you had exactly expected, though his caramel locks had been somewhat surprising for the time period. He appeared to be just as protective (and loyal) as the history books stated he was. However-

-You hadn’t even ran 200 metres into the forest when you came across a clearing, occupied by a rather scarred monk with an attitude, might you add.

“My name is Kennyo,” he had introduced, staff jangling as he moved, “A travelling monk. May I be of assistance?”

Your almost imperceivable shake of the head torments you even further as your intruding thoughts (ones of doubt, anxiety and mental discussion) abruptly ceased. His hardened expression... appeared to be almost forced, as if he wasn’t used to being cruel; as if he was forced to hurt you. And if your kimono had been shorter, you’d probably kick his normal expression back to his face. Literally.

He had stopped in front of you, eyeing you carefully before continuing his words.

“You should return home quickly, Demons lurk in these woods at night.”

If the whole ‘travelling monk’ attribute hadn’t made you skeptical of him, then his last statement had. Demons? How could he possibly know about them? You, for one, could be classified as one if you weren’t careful but for he to address the demons would mean he-

...Oh yeah. He’s a monk...

Hurriedly, you rushed a rather flustered-yet-sarcastic, “Thanks for the warning!” before delving deeper and deeper into the darkness that enshrouded them. And you had to thank him- mentally- for not following you as you travelled further away from him.

But your feet (or rather, you in general) had come to a sudden stop as you were tackled unwillingly to the ground by someone far heavier than you were (and was that muscles you felt?). You groaned at the impact, before rapidly finding your will to sit upright; shoving the man from your chest. And unfortunately for you, it earned you a rather heavy glare from the chocolate-haired boy… Dare you say. 

(The truth was, he looked to be your age, but you refused to acknowledge the fact.)

“I save you, and this is what I get?”

Your head whipped around at his exasperated words, unsure of how to respond to his exasperated question. And you blinked blankly at the sight just behind you- A wide expanse of a forest, beyond the clifftop you now sat upon. 

Oh.

Not that it really mattered to you (you wouldn't have died anyway), but it seemed to terrify(?) the crimson-clad male that you would so willingly leap off a cliff, despite how unaware you were. Despite your nature to tease the soul out of the male, it was perhaps better courtesy to thank him for saving you the trek back up-cliff (though you wouldn’t let him know that. Ever.) So you did, though he, for some reason or another, seemed to doubt your gratitude for several seconds before nodding and shifting away from you with a blush on his face.

Oh. OHHH.

For sure, you would be teasing him the next time you met, that is, if you ever did. After all, he appeared to be blushing because of your proximity rather than his actions, and if anything, he reminded you of a shy, athletic, college boy. And just as you were about to ask for his name, you were interrupted by a rather amused (more mature and somewhat sultry), “Yuki, we leave you for ten minutes and you’ve found yourself a girl?”

And for once, you stared; anger, amusement and irritation suddenly drained from your thoughts. If the other warlords you had met that night were ‘good looking’, this guy was hot. Frat boy hot. 

If your jaw hadn’t dropped before, then it would now. 

How the hell were you supposed to handle all these good-looking men?

Something told you that even if you ran away now, they would find their way back to you no matter how far you fled. But you just stared at the newcomer (or rather, you were the newcomer, but screw logic for the moment-), from the smirkingly egoistic smile on his face to the crimson-maroon colour of his kimono. And his open chest. You didn’t deny that. 

And given your initial impression of him (a flirt, and you were sure you were correct), it was easier to just turn around and leap off the cliff. But again, you didn’t want to insult this so-called ‘Yuki’ for saving your life, so you just huffed, crossing your arms indignantly.

There was, after all, no room to flee (unless you wanted to scare the shit out of the men in front of you by leaping backwards… Something you were tempted to do-).

And as you contemplated, he muttered something about “Honnōji” and “ghosts” and something- something- “seen?”. He was probably flirting with you, if you knew him well enough (and for the record, you didn’t). But your ears had caught onto something else, directing your attention elsewhere for the moment: Another rustle in the bushes, and a flash of white-

Oh. This guy… seemed cold, to say the least, which somehow had become a rather fresh change for you given how warm the other men you had met seemed to be. From top to bottom, his aura and style alluded loneliness and the freezing temperatures of blue. And he was heterochromatic, simply an aspect of him that added to his mysteriousness.

“Your ability to spew cheap pick-up lines never ceases to amaze me.”

…And you were right. Which was rare, considering your luck, or lack thereof, you usually had. 

“You there, could you step into the light? Thank you.”

Amusedly, you hadn’t even shifted (or spoken, but whatever), but you complied out of curiosity rather than obedience. The raven-haired man standing beside the freezing-looking male was pretty, you didn’t- couldn’t- deny it. His braided hair, completed with a stunningly pink kimono, was nothing to laugh at either. He was one of those… ‘art appreciation’ people. Not that there was anything ultimately wrong, you’ve just had several pretty interesting run-ins with people of his kind, that was all. And-

“Would you be willing to exchange your kimono with one in my collection?”

Your eyebrows furrowed themselves, mind immediately either leaping to a single question (rare, for someone of your profession): Was he… flirting with you? To exchange a kimono to one from his collection… Didn’t that mean he was claiming you? Maybe? Maybe not? It was difficult to tell with this guy. 

But all you did was give him a gentle smile, refusing politely with a shake of your head. And before you could take a step backwards (and off the cliff), a large hand, though heavy, clasped itself over your shoulder, drawing you close to a very warm wall.

“Sorry Yoshimoto, I saw this angel first.”

Okay, that was the final straw- you really were going to leap off the cliff, accidental or not. There was no way you were going to spend the night warming their bed, as their words implied. And perhaps it was because of your exhaustion, or perhaps not, but your irritation originating from the interaction with Nobunaga’s men had once again risen. You slipped from his arm and backed towards the edge of the cliff. 

“What are you doing?!”

Your heels hung off the precariously crumbling edge as the athlete yelled at you with eyes wide. And you just stared at ‘Yuki’s’ concern (which, you had to admit, did touch you slightly), before whispering a quiet ‘sorry’ at him and tilting your entire body backwards.

And in a split second, the men rushed to the edge of the cliff, unable to do much save for watch you fall without so much of a scream. And as if to spite you, the one who had clasped his hand over his shoulder, peered over the edge of the cliff and waved at you (winking, might you add), though a clear sign of worry and doubt was evident on his handsome face. 

“Takeda Shingen! Remember it!”

But you had disappeared within a blink of an eye, leaving almost nothing behind (a faint blue tinge, maybe, but it was far too faint to be considered much else than a trick of the eye). And for several seconds, the men blinked confused at your sudden ability to fade. And then-

“Why-? How-?”

The questions fell from Yuki’s lips almost innocently as he gaped in surprise at his lord’s strange actions. But the lord just smiled almost nervously in response, as if doubting his eyes, and responded to his question somewhat smugly.

“-Did I know that she would be alive? There’s no way a person would so confidently fall from a cliff- suicidal or not- unless they knew they were going to survive.”

[rissachen]

Birthday - Zawavember 2019

Here's my enrtry for Day 8 of @zawavember, a little late maybe

Characters : Aizawa, All might, class 1-A, U.A teachers

Genre : Romantic, Comfort (No hurt)

Enjoy! :)

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Shouta made his way to class 1-A, tired, he was up till 3 am this morning, patrolling the city on his shift, he stood infront off the class, bracing himself to deal with class 1-A.

He opened the door and the sound of a party popper made his ears ring, he shut his eyes momentarily from the shock and the brightness of the room, he opened them again and saw his students.

“Happy Birthday Aizawa-Sensei!” they shouted eagerly, as he spotted his students, even the irritated Katsuki sporting what seems to be a cosplay of his hero costume.

Ah of course, it was his birthday today, he forgetted it, though, what difference would it make, turns out, his class is turning a big deal out of it “Where did you get all this? And how did you know?” He asked, sounding surprised, as he saw every student of 1-A were wearing his hero costume, uniform seemingly forgotten, “We knew it from All Might-sensei!” Mina cheerfully said, the all black costume seemingly blending in with her black scelera, of course it’s All Might, who else would it be?

“And the costumes? What about your uniforms?” Shouta asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, “We got permission from principal Nedzu to cosplay as you for your birthday!” a floating version of his costume santured, as Toru cheerfully said, matching her friend’s Mina enthusiasm, his eye twitched in annoyance, of course it’s Nedzu with his amazing authorithy,

“How did you even get your hands, on them? I never signed any hero merchandise” Shouta asked, questioning how his students get his costumes, “We made them Sensei!” Denki pipped, of course, if there’s not one, made them, “We would like to thank you for your amazing work as our homeroom teacher so we thought of a way to surprise you” Tenya said, moving his hands in an animated way,

surprising Shouta, he should be one of the more sane ones from 1-A, he should have been against the idea of cosplaying as him, but he saw his class rep sporting yet the same costume as him and apparently, the rest of 1-A.

“We thought you like cats, so Sato-kun baked a cat themed cake and we all helped him!” Izuku, the problem child, said as he approached Shouta with the cat themed cake in hand, it was so adorable, Shouta almost cooed at the site of it, “Once again”, Izuku looked back to his classmates, as if on cue, they yelled for the second time that day, “Happy Birthday Aizawa-Sensei!” and started singing him happy birthday.

Hizashi sang it for him as soon as he knew his birthday, and Nemuri joined the fray along with Hizashi and sang it for him every year, he expected that he would only heard the song from his 2 idot friends but this year, he was in for a surprise, he didn’t thought he would hear it from his 20 students, somehow, his heart felt tight and his eyes began to prick, surprisingly not from their dryness.

“Blow the candles Sensei!” They chanted, the candle flickered off as he blowed them off, the rest of his students clapping and cheering, Izuku moved the cake to the teachers desk and returned back to his seat, “We hope you like the cake Sensei! Oh we should turn in our homeworks guys!” Kirishima said, the red of his hair oddly matching his all black outfit.

They shuffled as each of them digged through their bags, getting their homeworks, leaving a starstrucked Shouta standing infront of his desk. He would usually need to threaten them so that they would submit their homeworks, but this time, they willingly submit their homeworks.

“Thankyou for making my day easier with you all so willingly turning in your homework, I hope this would continue until you all graduate” He smiled in his oh so familiar what the students named, the Totoro smile, his students silently gulped, and when Shouta silenty rubbed his eye using his capture weapon when his back was to his students, it’s no one’s business.

Shouta walked back from 1-A, carrying the cat themed cake with him, his steps somehow sounding a bit lighter, seemingly in a good mood, he returned back to the teacher’s room and heard the familiar sound of a party popper, “Happy Birthday Aizawa!” He heard yet again from his coworkers, even Nedzu was there, they sang them another happy birthday, he wasn’t expecting to hear another happy birthday sanged to him yet again, this time by 10 of his coworkers

“We hoped you would still have space for another birthday cake!” Toshinori said, as he showed him another cat themed cake, this time in a smaller size and different cat theme, “Thanks” Shouta said, as he made his way to his teachers desk, beside Toshinori, “Well, I have a class to teach, see you all later, once again, happy birthday Aizawa-kun!” Toshinori said as he exited the teachers room.

His coworkers were very kind, giving him little presents, Nemuri gave him a cat themed handkerchief, Hizashi gave him a cat themed mug, Ken gave him a cat themed sweatpants, Nedzu gave him a grey cat phone strap, matching his outfit, and Thirteen gave him a cat themed bowl, they made him had that prickling sensation on his eyes again, he said his thanks, stored his gifts away, and made his way to the canteen, as it was already time for lunch.

“Happy Birthday Aizawa!” Lunch rush said, as he was about ask for a bowl of rice, he blinked, seemingly caught off guard, “Uh, thanks, how did you know?” Aizawa asked, “Your students cosplayed as you and I was curious, so asked what was the occasion and they said that it was your birthday, so I knew from them” Lunch rush said.

“Here, especially for today, cat themed lunch! Enjoy!” Lunch rush, true to his word, he gave him a cat themed lunch, the rice balls were shaped to cats and the nuggets and even the eggs were shaped into cats.

“Thanks Lunch Rush, I’ll be sure to enjoy the lunch” Shouta said, a little smile painted across his features. He made his way back from the canteen and got a few more ‘happy birthdays’ from students of a different class, who seemingly saw 1-A’s cosplay of him.

He made his way to the teacher’s lounge with the cat themed lunch, he almost bumped into Nemuri who just exited the lounge, “Hey, someone’s here to meet you” Nemuri said, “Who?” Shouta asked, “Why don’t you go and take a look for yourself? He’s in the teacher’s lounge” Nemuri said, pointing to the direction of the teacher’s lounge.

He entered the lounge and was met with an indigo haired boy, Shinsou Hitoshi, his student that he helped train to move in to the hero course.

“Hello, Aizawa-Sensei” Hitoshi greeted him with an awkward wave, a blush on his cheeks, seemingly a little bit embarrassed, “Hey, Midnight-Sensei told me you were here to meet me, is there something wrong?” He asked as he took a seat on the sofa across Hitoshi, “Oh, um, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to you Sensei, thankyou for taking your time to train me, so I got you a little present, I hope it would be useful for you” Hitoshi said as he gave him a his gift, wrapped in cat theme paper,

“Oh, thankyou” Shouta accepted it, “I just want to give the present to you, so I’ll be going now, good bye sensei” Hitoshi said as he made his way to the door, “Bye”, Shouta replied, as the door closes. He unwrapped the gift while eating the cat themed lunch and took out a black cat embroided to the top right of a sweater, the cat shapped into an S, and this time, he let the tears fell down slowly, as he was in the private space of the teacher’s lounge.

He returned the lunch tray back to Lunch Rush, saying his thanks again for the cat themed lunch, reciving occasional ‘happy birthday’s’ from some of the students catching up on class 1-A’s antics as he made his way to the teachers room.

He returned to the teachers room and found a lot of cat themed wrapped presents on his desk, “What‘s all this?” He asked, to Hizashi beside his desk “They’re from 1-A yo!” he replied, and the prickling sensation on his eyes came back, he stopped the tears before they threaten to spill, and tug the presents away along with Hitoshi’s present. He carfully took his black folder from underneath the cat themed cakes, and made his way to his chaotic class, 1-A.

The reminder of the day went by smoothly, aside from the occasional ‘happy birthday’s’ he received, soon it was time for him to go home, Nedzu had reliefed him from patrolling today, saying that he should spent it with his loved one, like he has any, tasking Hizashi with the patrol, he wanted to say no, but he knew his friend deserved rest, so he accepted it, not without taking Nemuri along to patrol, saying it was to accompany him.

He was now figuring out how to bring 2 cakes, a bag full of presents, and his own stuff, back to the dorms, he was hoping to catch a glimmer of the man of his dreams, Toshinori, all day long they never bumped to each other so he hoped against it, he already had to much surprises today, surely he wouldn’t meet him again right?, when suddenly a tall figure approached him, “You need help on that Aizawa-kun?” Toshinori said as he saw the amount of stuff he was going to bring back, “Oh, If it’s not a bother too you” Shouta said, feeling guilty for burdening his coworker, “Not at all, let me help you carry one of these” Toshinori said as he took the cat themed cake and the bag of presents.

“Thankyou All Might-san” Shouta said as he carried the other cat themed cake and made their walk towards the dorm, “Your welcome Aizawa-kun, and please, call me Yagi now, I’m no longer All Might” He replied, a smile across his lips, “Why? Since you can’t transform anymore doesn’t made you less than an All Might you know”, Shouta said,

at that Toshinori only blinked, he laughed than, heartily, the sound was somehow soothing to hear for Shouta, “Thankyou Aizawa-kun, then continue to call me All Might!” He said back, “It’s nothing to be thankful for” he said, and somehow they were now infront of Shouta’s room, time passes by quickly when you're with that one person you're just unwilling to part from.

“Thankyou for helping me carry the cake and my presents, All Might-san” Shouta said as Toshinori placed his cake on the table, “Your welcome Aizawa-kun, oh, I haven’t give my presents yet” Toshinori said as he made his way to his bag, taking out his present for Shouta, “Happy Birthday Aizawa-kun, here’s your present” Toshinori said, handing him a cat themed wrapped present, “Thankyou All Might-san” Shouta received it, their hands slightly brushing, Toshinori blushed a little, “And um” he stuttered, clearly having something more to say, “What is it All—“ Shouta was cut off with a pair of soft yet warm lips, it haven’t registered yet for him, that Toshinori, the man of his dreams, was kissing him until he pulled back, blushing red, “Um then, enjoy your birthday!, I uh should make my way back home, you should forget um, uh, the kiss, until then, goodbye Ai—” he interrupted Toshinori as he pulled him down by his tie, and kissed him, soft yet firmly, his hands made his way to Toshinori’s neck, and Toshinori found his hands into Shouta’s black locks, tugging him, deepening the kiss while lifting him up.

The two separated after a while, catching their breaths as their cheeks flushed red, “All those gifts and this was my favorite” Shouta said as he catched his breath, a smile tugging on his lips “Well, I sure am good at giving gifts” Toshinori said, “You sure are” Shouta said, a hint of pink on his cheeks as he smiled, “You should stay and help me finish all this cake” Shouta said as he gestured at the cakes, “I wasn’t planning on leaving you, Aizawa-kun” Toshinori said, a smile also formed on his lips, “Call me Shouta now” he said, “Then, call me Toshinori”, Toshinori replied back, “Okay, Toshinori” Shouta said as he tested the waters, Toshinori blushed hearing his name being called, “We should eat then Shouta”, Toshinori said as he called out to him, his name slipping out of his lips, he smiled as they made their way to the cake.

'Best Birthday ever', Shouta thought as he ate the cake along with Toshinori while chatting about his chaotic day, the smile on his face grewing into a full fledged smile.

Thankyou for reading :)

[popatochisssp]

Skeletons Masterpost

The number of posts I’ve made about headcanons and such is starting to get a little long, so I feel like this might be useful! ;3

I’ll be adding to this as I do more things and try to keep it relatively up-to-date with all the stuff I’ve written, headcanons and actual fic alike.

Under the cut because it got pretty long!

Sans (Undertale)

Random Headcanons: 1

A-Z Ask Game: 1 | 2

Sans is a basic bitch

Stuff he enjoys in bed * 

Virginity?

Pokemon team

...Well, one of you is gonna have to change.

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Love in a Ball-Pit

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Papyrus (Undertale)

Random Headcanons: 1

A-Z Ask Game: 1

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Pokemon team

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Get Dunked On

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Sky (Underswap Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2

A-Z Ask Game: 1 | 2 | 3

With a s/o who’s never been in a relationship before

On marking his partner *

Stuff he enjoys in bed * 

Pokemon team

His cautious opinion of humans

Would he ever Judge his s/o?

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Best Worst Day Ever

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Paps (Underswap Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3

A-Z Ask Game: 1 | 2 | 3

With a s/o who wears thigh-highs

Paps is not a basic bitch... but he IS a college cryptid (or maybe a Victorian gentleman...)

Stuff he enjoys in bed * 

With a dyslexic s/o

With a friend who unintentionally plays on his daddy kink

Pokemon team

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You’ve Goat to Be Kidding

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Jasper (Underfell Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2

A-Z Ask Game: 1

With an artist s/o who wants him to pose for them

Jasper is a crunchy marshmallow

With a s/o who wants to dom him in the bedroom

With a s/o who wants to kiss and nuzzle his forehead

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Feelings on collaring (but also, on collars with a s/o)

Pokemon team

The baby pictures he keeps of his bro

With a s/o who wants to flatter/fluster/pamper him

On knitting

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Bad to the Bone

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Pyre (Underfell Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3

A-Z Ask Game: 1 | 2

With an artist s/o who wants him to pose for them

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Feelings on collaring (but also, on collars with a s/o)

Pokemon team

Theatrical romance

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Better Than Expected

Family First (Platonic)

As You Like It

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Mal (Swapfell Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2

A-Z Ask Game: 1 | 2 | 3

What is Swapfell Indigo?

How to start winning his trust

On marking his partner *

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

With a s/o who doesn’t want to wear a collar......or wants to wear it as a bracelet instead? Or maybe a big bow? (Would he wear a bow collar...?)

Adapting to the surface

Pokemon team

If someone were to try and boop him (Being booped by a s/o specifically)

With a self-negative s/o

With a s/o who’s scared of rough stuff in bed *

With a s/o who doesn’t like fancy styles of clothes

Mal and his Princess

Aftercare best practices *

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Mission Impossible

Dirty Laundry (plus The Hamper [WIP] for extras)

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Rus (Swapfell Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3

A-Z Ask Game: 1

What is Swapfell Indigo?

With a very small, very affectionate s/o

With a s/o who hasn’t had the best life

With a diabetic s/o who cannot accept sweets from him

Stuff he enjoys in bed * (and if his s/o is kinda subby, too)

How his s/o’s first period around him might’ve gone

Why he’s a little more vulnerable when he comes from a Kill or Be Killed universe

His feelings on collaring (and if not being able to beat Mal is an obstacle...) Or if his s/o wants to wear a big bow as a collar?

Adapting to the surface

Pokemon team

With an argumentative s/o

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Resisting a Rest

Snuggle Therapy

Dirty Laundry (plus The Hamper [WIP] for extras)

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Slate (Horrortale Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

A-Z Ask Game: 1 | 2 | 3

On fixing the hole in his skull

Making it work with a small normal-sized s/o

With a s/o trying to wear his clothes

Why is he so big?

With a s/o who wants to dress up fancy to go on a casual date

With a s/o recovering from anorexia

With a s/o who wants to kiss his hands

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

A meet-cute

Pokemon team

If his Phantump discovered some...memories...

With an adopted sibling in college who’s working too hard

With a s/o who has as much LV as he does

Is he a sadist?

Using his poor memory to trick/prank him

Can he see out of both eyes?

Skull damage

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Fur a Good Time, Call... (plus Snips & Snails for extras)

Safekeeping

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Papy (Horrortale Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

A-Z Ask Game: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

With a s/o who struggles with anxiety/depression

Making it work with a small normal-sized s/o

With a s/o trying to wear his clothes 

With a s/o who likes to be picked up

Why is he so big?

With a s/o recovering from anorexia

With a loving, domestic s/o

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Pokemon team

With a s/o who isn’t intimidated by/likes his height

Trauma/coping from the Underground

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A Modest Proposal

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Ash (Undergloom Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

What is Undergloom?

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Pokemon team

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Undergloom Sandbox (worldbuilding, meta, flash-drabbles)

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Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

What is Undergloom?

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Pokemon team

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Undergloom Sandbox (worldbuilding, meta, flash-drabbles)

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Brick (Horrorfell Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

What is Horrorfell?

His ideal s/o

With someone struggling to learn sign who wants to communicate through text/writing

His feelings on his lost voice

Refusal to rely on text-to-speech

Reaction time

Swearing in sign

Acrylic vs wool

On knitting

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

His relationship with his brother

Surface wildlife

Telling his s/o about the Underground

Skull damage

Pokemon team

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Tangles (WIP)

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King (Horrorfell Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

What is Horrorfell?

Who took the blame for all the dead humans? Well...

On King’s prosthetic leg

How to befriend/get close to him

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

His relationship with his brother

Surface wildlife

Telling his s/o about the Underground

Pokemon team

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Sunny (G!Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1

What is Gastertale?

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Pokemon team

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Aster (G!Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1

What is Gastertale?

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Pokemon team

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Merc (Horrorswap Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1

What is Horrorswap?

Pink

No, not ALL the way pink

Though that would be cool

Does his personality change post-pink?

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Making up with his brother

Pokemon team

His ideal s/o

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Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1

What is Horrorswap?

Not pink, but blurple is nice too

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Making up with his brother

Pokemon team

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Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

What is Horrorswapfell?

HSF!Dirty Laundry

Blind jokes

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Making up with his brother

Skull damage

There’s a snake in his face

Pokemon team

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Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus)

Random Headcanons: 1 | 2

What is Horrorswapfell?

HSF!Dirty Laundry

Stuff he enjoys in bed *

Making up with his brother

Pokemon team

All the Skeles...

Where their nicknames came from (Part 2, Part 3)

The not-so-secret G!bros... [NO LONGER ACCURATE] THIS is the one you want!

Sending flowers to their s/o

With a s/o who has narcolepsy

Who can use shortcuts?

With a transgender s/o: 1 | 2

With an asexual s/o

With a s/o who has chronic pain (active skeles, and the lazybones)

Where to run into a Sans for the first time

Cats vs Dogs Opinions

With a s/o who’s having a birthmark surgery

With a cute, yet intelligent scientist s/o

With a shy, easily flustered s/o

With a s/o who has self-harm scars

Favorite Youtubers

With a ticklish s/o

With a s/o who cries a lot

With a s/o who dyed their hair to match their magic

LARPing

With a s/o who has a degenerative condition

D&D

Worst traits in a relationship (and the Silver Lining!)

Best traits in a relationship

Halloween: 1 | 2

With a death metal vocalist s/o

With an s/o who is a dragon

Astrological signs

Chinese Zodiac animal

Opinions on puns: 1 | 2

4/20 Blaze It

Accidentally walking in on their crush changing

Unique tastes in music

Meme literacy

With someone being aggressive toward their s/o

With a s/o who’s loud when excited and then self-conscious

Relative heights

...but if their heights were static and they had a relatively tall s/o

Weights...?

Boobs or butts? *  (Tumblr is dumb, here’s the exact same link)

With a monster s/o without eyes

With an s/o who sings about them

Who confesses first?

How does monster pregnancy work?

With a s/o who wants to be poly

With a bilingual s/o

With a monster s/o who’s the strong, silent type

Proposing to their s/o: Sanses | Papyri

Favorite Disney movies

With a s/o who has the power of KR

Beverage of choice

With an affectionate s/o after a wisdom teeth removal

With a crying s/o after a wisdom teeth removal

Can skeletons squish?

Body insecurities when with a human s/o

With a s/o scared of getting married and having kids

The brothers’ relationships with each other

On scary movies and a scaredy cat s/o

As adopted siblings to a teen/young adult human

Biggest pet peeves

With a s/o who has curly, fluffy hair

With a s/o that used to have an eating disorder

With a s/o who draws on themselves with sharpie

With a s/o having their period (And more on the HT boys specifically) (Plus an update with the new skeles)

With a s/o who has low self-esteem

With a s/o who has body-image issues

With a s/o having a bad day, and how to help on their bad days

What and who is The Judge? (Plus the new skeles)

With their pregnant s/o who forgot to tell them it was twins

Can monsters get sick?

With a s/o whose pet just died

With a s/o who draws them as superheroes

With a s/o who has projective chromesthesia

What jobs do they have on the surface?

Making their s/o gigglesnort for the first time

What kind of huggers are they?

Accidentally hurting their s/o in an argument... (but don’t panic because...)

With a pregnant s/o (and if he was the pregnant one)

With an accidentally pregnant s/o

With their brother’s s/o

Lingerie preferences * (Tumblr is dumb, here’s the exact same link, and here’s another link for the new skeles update)

With a s/o who can lift them

Dresses they might pick out for their s/o (or suits they might pick for their s/o)

With a s/o who wants to learn a new skill for them

What kind of kissers are they?

How they feel about Valentine hearts (and if their s/o decided to tease them...)

What kind of sweets they’d get their sweetie for Valentines Day

Gaster...?

What kind of cuddlers are they?

Feelings on petnames (and favorites to use) PLUS the reverse: (pet names they like to be called!)

Sharing a s/o with their brother...?

What kind of lovers are they? (And what if it’s their s/o’s first time?) *

Awareness of RESETs

Modern Stats

With a s/o who’s a criminal

As Pokémon

With a s/o who’s scared/anxious about pregnancy and childbirth

How fast do they move in a relationship?

How are they at aftercare?

How do they feel about being edged? Sanses | Papyri *

The Sanses stats

To a s/o who attempted suicide

With a s/o who secretly plays the guitar

How to get him riled up in public *

How they’re like when drunk/tipsy (and their drinks of choice!)

With a s/o who has split personalities

With a s/o who has a big secret in their past

The loud skeles with a s/o who gets bad headaches

Annoying Dog across AUs

With a s/o that snores

With a s/o who doesn’t like attention in bed and wants to take care of him instead *

On tattoos and other body-mods

Lifespans and aging

Feelings on public displays of affection

With a short-tempered s/o

All the Sanses are scientists!

As candies/sweet treats

Misc Underswap Alphyne headcanons

Preferred condiments/toppings

On Vocaloids

With a stoic crush who looks at them affectionately (UF, SF, HT)

With a shy s/o getting the courage to hold their hand for the first time

With a s/o who gets into a lot of trouble

With a sensitive s/o (UF & SF)

With an artistically-minded s/o

Thoughts on seeing their kid for the first time

With a s/o crying because they’re so happy

Prominent scars and injuries (UF, SF, HT)

Favorite cats & toys in Neko Atsume

Kinds of flowers they’d surprise their s/o with

Favorite foods

Who would win in a Pokemon tournament (or would they prefer a contest?)

What do they feed their Pokemon?

What are they like as yanderes?

With a s/o who wants to go to a Pride celebration

Hogwarts houses (and the new skeles update)

With a s/o who’s cut family members out of their life

When they’ll be comfortable with “I love you” with a s/o

Soft hands vs rough hands

With a s/o whose depression causes dissociation

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Nuzzling habits

A s/o trying to climb them (Papyri | Sanses)

Trying to surprise-kiss a tall skele

Knowledge of flower-language

How the upbeat skeles handle bad feelings

Opinions on humans

Cats & Dogs they might own

Talking during movies

The active skeles with a lazy s/o

Tics and habits

Baby Shark

Spooky Scary Skeletons

Which starter Pokemon would they pick?

Younger brothers’ first words

Age gap between the older and younger brothers

Area 51

On killing (UF, SF, HT)

Babybones Papyri bringing home a bad grade

Gaming habits

Being called ‘husband’ by a friend

Feelings on Pokemon (the game)

Can the innocent, sweet, naive skeletons take care of themselves?

Languages they might be interested to learn

On cursing

How they handle separation from their brother

Ideal honeymoons

Wild West AU

Surface integration for ‘fell ‘verses

Minor deity AU

Buying menstruation supplies for their s/o

Speech patterns across AUs (plus the new skeles)

Mood/stimboard vibes (plus UG and HF)

What animal would they be

As kinds of cake

Halloween costumes (new skeles only)

Frisk’s role in Swapfell

Playlists

On eye-lights and the shapes they make

So no additional humans died in HS and HSF?

Spit or swallow *

What would the skeles be like if they were gay?

On the intrusion of skull orifices

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Hope for the Holidays (Sans & Papyrus bonding, no Reader)

Bag of Bones (drabble collection)

Working Out the Kinks (Kinktober 2018) * NSFW, not for minors!

Make Your Mark (Soulmate AU, and here’s the Symbolism Guide)

Flotsam and Jetsam (Mermay inspired, WIP)

Not So Spooky Scary (Halloween costume drabbles)

Choose Your Adventure (Holiday Edition)

Kinktober 2: Electric Boogaloo (Kinktober 2019, WIP) * NSFW, not for minors!

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Soul Searching (w/skeletons 1-14)

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Sweet Treats (drabble collection, WIP, w/all 20 skeletons)

[groundzerobakugo]

hey there! I have another request of a shinsou x reader- basically; reader is always drawing during class- and after school ends she’s painting in the art room. Shinsou always sees her after training when he passes the art room and watches her for a few minutes- and one day she notices him. They start to talk everyday(art,quirk,etc) until one day she’s not there because something happened; add your plot twist! angst maybe? sorry for sending in so many requests,but thx for working on them! 🖤❤️🖤

  i’m doing this one right now because i have a really really good idea bc you said angst and i’ve got a GREAT idea for this. hang on tight heart anon

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  your paintbrush glided over the canvas, a mixed hue of purple and blue merging together to create the perfect shade of indigo you were hoping for. the tip of your tongue stuck out of the corner of your mouth as you worked on the new painting, the faint line of your sketch barely visible.

  even though you were in japan’s number one hero academy (the general education, at least), art had always been a small escape for you with the stressful events that happened at school. it was one of the ways to efficiently communicate with your quirk, too. you could see small glimpses into the future, and you drew out your visions before you forgot them.

  you were never seen without a sketchpad in your hands, and paint somehow always seemed to get into your hair. 

  it took a moment before you realized you were sketching a pair of eyes, gazing at you through the paper. you could have sworn you’d seen those eyes before. you ran a hand through your locks, a bit of indigo color painting your (hair color) strands. it was just about time to head back to the dorms, so you would have to leave your work as it was. though, the only vision you’d had were those indigo eyes.

  you turned in your seat, eyes catching something in the window if the classroom door as you did so. you did a double take, but when you had looked again, no one was there.

~

  shinsou hitoshi left the training room with aching muscles and bruised limbs. he wasn’t good enough to beat his new mentor, but he could tell he was getting better with the restraining clothes. perhaps he’d place within the top three at the next festival, given he was allowed to use them.

  he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his uniform slacks with a sigh. he passed by one of the open classrooms, peering into the room for a moment before he stopped. no matter how many times he watched the girl from his class draw, he was always hypnotized to stop and watch her work. they were impressive, and he wanted to know what made her draw what she did.

  last week, he’d even saw her draw what he believed were his eyes. he was sure he was the only one in yuuei with his eye color, and somehow the girl had gotten the shade exactly right.

  he took a closer look, teetering within the entrance of the classroom as he watched her paint with tired eyes. it was another painting, one that his tired mind couldn’t process was him again, leaning in that very doorway.

  you could feel holes burn into your back as you worked, and you took a nonchalant glance at the clock above you. “i still have ten minutes left, snipe-sensei, i--” you turned, words catching in your throat as you noticed it wasn’t the art teacher.

  he hadn’t even noticed you staring at him at first, his eyes trained on the drawing.

  “shinsou-san?” your head tilted with confusion.

  said boy jumped and his eyes came back into focus. “oh, sorry, i didn’t mean to intrude, (last name)-san.”

  a smile graced your lips, and you shook your head. “it’s okay, i’m just not used to an audience,” you laughed. you looked back to your painting, and then back to shinsou with your mouth agape. “uh, s-sorry about that. i just--it’s part of my quirk.”

  shinsou’s brows furrowed. “huh?” he stepped in and got a closer look at the drawing, now realizing it was him. “oh, it’s me. you’re a really good artist.”

  you blushed. “th-thanks.”

  “you said it was part of your quirk?” he asked.

  “yeah, i-i can see glimpses of the future,” you replied. “but, it’s like dreaming. if i don’t draw it out right away, i’ll forget about it. you know?”

  he didn’t, but he still nodded. “that’s pretty cool.”

  “mhm!” you beamed. “but snipe usually kicks me out of the art room around, well, now. are you headed back to the dorms?”

  “yeah, just finished with training,” he said.

  “wanna walk back with me?” you asked, beginning to put away the art supplies and clean up your mess.

  the boy smiled, “sure.”

~

  it had become routine for you and shinsou to meet up after school, sometimes even at lunch or during homeroom before your teacher showed up. he would go to training and then head to the art room right after to walk with you back to the dorms. it turned out, you two shared the same sense of humor, and while he was the serious one--though, more tired than anything--you were always pretty bubbly and happy in his eyes.

  you enjoyed the hero-in-training’s company immensely. you thought he was interesting and the drive for becoming a pro-hero even more than any of the other hero course kids’ stories you’d heard. you’d grown accustomed to meeting him in the lunch room and walking back to the dorms with him. most times he even helped you with your homework. the last bit helped a lot, seeing as you were almost too busy sketching during class due to your quirk.

  and through your constant meetings and relatively new friendship with shinsou, you’d started to develop feelings. it may have been too soon, but his dedication to becoming a hero and his eyes and the way his personality meshed so well with yours, well... you could feel yourself falling for him and his indigo eyes.

  you sat in the art room with a blank canvas in front of you. an assortment of colors was laid out on the easel, and you expertly mixed a light hue of indigo together. it started as light, short brush strokes against the paper, and you added bits of red to the mix.

  shinsou stood in the doorway once more as he came back early from aizawa’s training. he wasn’t sure what you were painting that day, but he knew that he enjoyed seeing how your eyes glazed over while you painted your visions.

  “it looks like a flower,” he commented as he noticed you put the paintbrush down. somehow, the boy knew when and when not to disrupt you, and he would always wait until you finish with your art to start talking.

  you nodded. “it’s called an anemone flower, i think. i’ve seen it a few times, and that rarely happens with visions.”

  “what’s the red?” he asked, taking a closer look.

  to that, you shrugged. “not too sure. it’s about the same color as blood, but i’m sure it’s part of the flower. they come in many different colors, so i wouldn’t be surprised.”

  he hummed. “well, it’s pretty either way. you ready to go?”

  “just give me a second to clean up,” you replied.

  “sounds good, i’ll be waiting outside.” and the indigo-haired boy left the room.

  you had just twisted the cap back onto one of the tubes of paint when you felt a dry itch at the back of your throat. you took a quick swig of your water before returning back to cleaning up once again. but, the water hadn’t helped, and you coughed a few times, trying to clear the itch. maybe you were just getting sick.

  you closed your sketchbook and reached to slip in back into your backpack when you were met with a rack of coughs. the air grew thin as you hacked your lungs out, your eyes watering with the intensity and lack of air. you could feel something climb up your throat, and you rushed over to the trashcan. doubling over as you began to taste something sickly sweet on your tongue.

  petals filtered through your mouth, their lilac tone tainted with a deep red. there were a couple dozen in the trashcan when the coughing fit finally subsided enough for you to regain your composure. they were wet and wilted from saliva, and your eyes widened upon the sight.

  you wiped your mouth, shaking your head and trying to put the discovery to the back of your mind. maybe it was some new bug going around, as weird as it was. people had superpowers and you went to superhero school, coughing up flower petals couldn’t be that weird. it would probably go away in a few days.

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  it didn’t. a week had passed, and you had finally gained enough courage to look up what was wrong with you--hanahaki disease. a disease in which a person coughs up flower petals due to unrequited love. it had progressively gotten worse too, as the days went by.

  you had taken to wearing a surgical mask, and often had to be excused to use the restroom and cough up the petals. bags under your eyes had started to form, too, due to the lack of sleep from waking up in the middle of the night. not to mention, with the flowers growing in your lungs, you could hardly breathe anymore during physical education.

  shinsou was growing worried, too. your demeanor was slowly deteriorating into a shell of what you used to be. you told him it was just a sickness, that it shouldn’t last long. but, with the bags under your eyes getting darker with each day, enough to rival his own, and the hollowing of your cheeks (it’s a little hard to eat when you couldn’t breath), he was just about ready to drag you to recovery girl himself.

  aizawa had dismissed him early once more, and he made his way to the art room again. but, to his surprise, it was empty. he was sure he’d seen you during class that day, and you didn’t say anything about needing to go anywhere after classes had ended. did he forget something? maybe you’d texted him earlier, which would be a shame since his phone had died earlier that day.

  he walked back to the dorms alone, worry pooling in his gut. 

  everyone stared at his lone figure when he got in the door, and he shot them a look to mind their own business. so, they took to mumbling amongst themselves as he thought curiously to himself. he was tired and sore, but he wanted to check to see if you were okay. something wasn’t sitting right with him; your sudden absence from the art room had to be because of the new illness you had.

  shinsou’s knuckles rapped against your door, the faint sounds of music coming from your room. he stood in the middle of the hallway awkwardly with his eyes shifting to your door, down to the elevator, back to your door, to his shoes, up at the ceiling, back to your door. he shuffled on his feet slightly, knocking once again.

  “(name)?” he called.

  he heard clambering footsteps thud against the flooring, and then your door swung open with your tired smile poking through. “oh, shinsou-kun, hey.”

  he returned an unsure smile. “hey, you okay? you weren’t in the art room today.”

  you nod quickly, “yeah, sorry about that, i tried to text you.”

  “phone’s dead,” he replied. he was about to say something else, but the sight of a lone, indigo hue dipped in deep red caught his eye, the petal tangled in your hair. “what’s that?”

  “hmm?” your brows furrowed.

  shinsou reached a hand to your hair, plucking the petal from the strands. “is this... a flower petal? like the one you drew a couple months ago?”

  “uh, n-no! it’s-it’s from, uh, an art project i’m working on,” you mustered up a wide grin. “sorry, uh, did-did you need something, by the way? i--” you coughed into your hands, and you could felt the stems tangle in your lungs, suffocating you slowly as the flower petals blocked your airways. “s-sorry,” you choke out. “i-i--” another cough, and you could feel the faint tickle of the bitter tasting petals crawl up your throat.

  you wheezed and dashed off to your bathroom. shinsou stood with worried eyes right outside your door; he only hesitated for a moment before running after you.

  he saw your form doubled over the white, porcelain toilet, your arms quivering as you gripped the sides tightly. the coughing sounded painful, and the boy found himself wincing slightly. he could hear your slight wheeze as you cough, but it sounded... wet, like you’re almost throwing up. he grabbed a fistful of your hair and twirled it away from your face, and he placed a hand on your back and rubbed it soothingly.

  and then the hacking stopped, and you flushed the toilet, indigo petals swirling down the drain. you leaned back against the wall with glossed over eyes; the bags looked even more prominent in the bathroom lighting, or maybe it was because the concealer you’d been wearing wore off.

  shinsou’s eyes showed intense worry, his lips pursed. “(name), you have to see recovery girl.”

  but you shook your head. “it’s fine,” you voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

  “then at least tell me what the hell is going on.” he was firm, his figure crouched down beside you.

  you sighed, “i can’t.”

  his brow shot up. “why not?”

  “it’s not your problem,” you mumbled. “you don’t have to--” you felt your head go fuzzy and your body numb.

  “(name), i want you to tell me what’s wrong with you,” he demanded. the boy felt wrong to use his quirk on you, and he’d promised he never would without your permission. but desperate times called for desperate measures, and he was sure it was one of those situations.

  you mouth moved on its own, listening to shinsou’s order as you screamed internally at yourself. you would ruin everything if you told your friend about the disease, and he would never feel the same way about you anyway. “hanahaki disease,” you voice droned.

  “what’s that?” he asked.

  “a disease in which a person coughs up flower petals due to unrequited love.” you felt the feeling return to your body, and you glared at the indigo boy next you. “shinsou-kun, i’ll fucking--”

  “is there a cure?”

  you pursed your lips. “not that i know of, and i’ve already gone to recovery girl. she said i just have to wait or until th-the boy i love returns my feelings.”

  shinsou’s heart panged at the thought of you loving someone other than him, but he squelched his own feelings because you looked like death. you looked like death because some crazy son of a bitch didn’t reciprocate the love you had for him.

  the petals caught in your throat once more, and you took a fleeting glance at shinsou. “shinsou-kun?”

  his eyes met yours. “hmm?”

  “it... it’s you,” you muttered.

  he took in a sharp breath, and uneasiness sunk into his bones. “what?” it was barely there, barely understandable through the breathlessness.

  “i love you, and i understand you most probably like won’t feel the same way, but... i figured you might want to know.” your voice was scratched and low, and shinsou found himself straining to catch each word. “i-i hope this doesn’t make it weird, i’m-i’m sorry.”

  the boy scrambled to think of something to say, but the words failed him. instead, one hand cupped your cheek, and you could feel his soft lips click into place with yours. he pulled back just as quickly with a deep red blush. “i... i love you, too.”

  your eyes widen, and just before you could reply, you could feel another coughing fit. you flew back over the toilet as it started. it had seemed like the petals multiplied in number, but then you could feel something lodged in your throat. you struggled to breath around it as tears pooled down your face. shinsou took bad his place to hold you hair.

  you coughed a few more times, and then you gagged. something larger than any petal you’d regurgitated the past weeks were nothing in comparison to whatever it was. shinsou rubbed your back again, and he was watching as you struggled with yet another coughing fit.

  and then you spit it out, a small shape rolling off the tip of your tongue. it fell to the floor, and you stared at the single flower with wide eyes, noticing how your throat wasn’t burning anymore.

  “i think that means it’s over,” you muttered. you took another look at shinsou as you fell back onto your heels.

  his brow quirked up, “it’s over?”

  “it can only exist with unrequited love,” you said. “an-and you said you loved me.”

  “and i do,” shinsou replied.

  “i love you, too,” you smile, kissing him once again. 

[sabinasanfanfic]

Au where Saito and Hiji-san meet and children, and Hiji-san adopts Hajime as his little brother (I sent this to you before~ I would love see to see it if you want to write it! Lol)

Yes, I remember getting this prompt! I’ve been letting ideas stew, so this is what came to my mind. Enjoy!

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The day that Hijikata had met the indigo-haired boy, he had been walking back from the village center after hours of peddling medicine. Hijikata would’ve passed him by without a thought if it hadn’t been for the bokken clutched in the small boy’s hands. He stopped, wondering how such a young child had gotten hold of a bokken. He looked no more than six or seven. 

The boy looked as if he was sleeping, but based on the state of his dark kimono and the streaks of dirt on the boy’s cheek, Hijikata assumed he had nowhere to go. He set aside his medical box and squat down next to the prone boy. He reached out and shook the boy gently.

“Oi…oi!” he called.

The boy stirred and turned his head in Hijikata’s direction. He opened his eyes partially, and Hijikata caught sight of blue. The boy let out a little moan, and his eyes fluttered closed once more. Hijikata pursed his lips, concerned for him. He sighed as he glanced at his box. He couldn’t leave this boy out alone. He figured he could at least give him a place to stay for one night and then speak to Kondō in the morning.

Slinging the box on his back, Hijikata spent several minutes jostling the box so that he could pick up the little boy without falling. Once he was able to gather the boy in his arms, he realized how light and bony he was. It was clear he hadn’t had much to eat.

The rest of the trek home was quick. Once Hijikata made it to his tiny home, he placed the boy on his futon and set his medicine box aside. He went to grab the bokken from the boy in order to place to the side, but the boy’s grip tightened on it. Hijikata huffed and attempted to remove the bokken again, but the boy’s eyes snapped open. and he scrambled back out of Hijikata’s reach.

“Hey, wait,” Hijikata stated.

The boy held the bokken out and assumed a defensive stance, which immediately intrigued Hijikata. The first thing he noticed was that he was left-handed, which was shown in his stance. The second was clear - he had had instruction in sword fighting. 

“It’s okay. I’m not going to harm you,” he murmured.

“Who are you?” the boy croaked. 

“Hijikata Toshizō. I found you on the side of the road passed out and couldn’t leave you.”

The boy eyed him warily, his sword still held out in front of him ready to strike. “You should’ve left me.”

Something had happened, and Hijikata was curious, but that wasn’t important right now. He needed to talk down this boy before he got whacked with a bamboo sword. And that’s not something he wanted. He already had enough welts on his body from his own lessons at Kondō’s dojo. 

Hijikata shook his head. “It’s clear you’re in some sort of trouble. Let me help you.”

The boy studied him for a moment as if he was looking for an ulterior motive and a reason not to trust Hijikata. After another moment of consideration, he lowered his bokken slightly and relaxed his stance just a little. His muscles were still tense, ready to respond to a threat at a moment’s notice. It made Hijikata’s heart clench with sympathy.

“Why do you want to help me?”

“You shouldn’t have to bear your burdens alone. Now, put down the bokken and eat something. When you’re finished, you can bathe. I don’t have anything you can wear, but maybe Kondō-san might…”

“Who’s Kondō-san?”

Hijikata went over to the fire in the middle of the room and stoked it to begin to prepare his dinner. “He teaches me swordsmanship. If I get good enough, he told me he’d make me his assistant.”

The talk of swords lowered the boy’s defenses further. He slowly set his bokken aside and approached the fire, still wary. “Is he a good teacher?”

Hijikata nodded. “Competent but kind. Sometimes…a little too kind. But…that’s what makes Kondō the man he is.”

The boy had sat next to Hijikata in seiza, looking up at him curiously. Hijikata finished cooking and handed a bowl of soup to him. 

“It’s not much…and I’m not a great cook, but it’ll fill your belly.”

“Thank you for this meal.” And with that, the boy tucked into the soup.

After eating, the boy bathed, and Hijikata let him borrow one of his yukatas, though he swam in it. The boy was tucked into Hijikata’s futon.

“I’m going to bring you to Kondō-san tomorrow, okay?” The boy nodded. “Hey…what’s your name?”

“Saitō Hajime,” the boy said with a yawn before drifting off to sleep.

[spider-moon-princess]

Time Travel CH 10

Here we gooooo~! Thank you everyone for your suggestions! I am filing them away for later and hopefully putting them to use in the story! Feel free to request an object for Souji to interact with later, it’s pretty entertaining to think about lol. 

Part Nine

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“I can only answer so much about our Souji’s relationship with Chizuru.” Hajime sighed, slightly exasperated. He knew a great detail about their relationship, since he had seen it form ever since they were children and develop further after high school, but what went on between them was their business. He knew better than to ask questions about certain topics.  

 "Chizuru-chan and my future self were going to get married, huh." Souji found all that Hajime-kun said rather amusing. Back in his time, he couldn't really see himself settling down with a sweet and innocent girl like Chizuru-chan. He was so…different from her, and she was so pure, without a single drop of blood on her hands. His life was dedicated to Kondō-san and the Shinsengumi, so the thought of settling down never crossed his mind. Back in Ikeda Inn though, when that blond-haired man turned his sword onto Chizuru, anger, an indescribable anger had coursed into him when that Ronin cut into her. Sure, he could admit he didn’t hate her, but as to how he actually felt about her, that was something he didn’t have an answer to.  

 He was certainly going to have a field day when Chizuru-chan came by.

 "His death…was the hardest on her. It still is." Hajime could recall the month after their Souji's death that Chizuru stayed in his apartment because she couldn't even step foot into their shared apartment. "With the way Chizuru is, after that, she has tried to show how strong she is."

 “Yeah, Chizuru-chan is strong one.” Souji agreed, laying back on the bed. Hajime had showed him how to adjust the height, something really revolutionary.

 Hajime took out his iPhone X to check the time, wondering when Chizuru would get here.

 “Hajime-kun, what is that?” Souji stood up to peer over his shoulder to stare at the rectangle that lit up in his hand. “I’ve seen everyone carrying one of those things and talk into them or move their fingers over it.”

 Hajime patiently explained the concept of the “cellphone,” but he had to explain the concept of making calls, texting, and internet, all foreign concepts to Edo-era Souji. He lent the phone to Souji, letting him explore the apps he had on his phone.

 Souji cautiously tapped on the camera icon and was a bit startled when his face showed up on the little rectangle in his hands. “Hajime-kun, what is this? Why can I see myself? Is it a mirror?”

 Hajime chuckled quietly and exited out of the app. “It’s a camera. Most smart phones now have two. One in the front and one in the back.” He pointed to the cameras on both sides of the phone.

 “So…you take pictures with it?” He’d once heard about a western device that could capture people in things called “pictures.”

 The indigo-haired man nodded and navigated to the gallery app. Different folders appeared on the screen. “See,” He tapped on the folder that contained pictures that Souji had taken of himself when Hajime had left his phone unguarded.

 It was surreal, seeing his face in a picture but having no memory of when or how it was taken. No wonder people were so surprised to see him. He didn’t think he was exactly alike his counterpart, but now seeing it for himself, it was a bit frightening.

 Hajime fondly scrolled through the selfies that the future Souji had taken of himself and with other people.

 “Let me see this one,” Souji plucked the phone from Hajime’s hands when he’d come across a picture of his counterpart and Chizuru. In the picture, it looked to be winter, since they were both bundled up in warm clothing. His counterpart was leaning into Chizuru, arms wrapped around her, pressing his lips to her cheek and Chizuru was smiling brightly at the camera, holding onto him.

 “Souji asked me to take that one.”

 “They look so happy.” Souji didn’t know his face could make such a genuine smile. He looked so happy and content. “Let me see more pictures, Hajime-kun.”

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“Na, have you seen Saitō around?”

 The nurse swooned as she turned to face the handsome, red-brown haired, blue-eyed Nagakura Shinpachi. It took her a moment to realize what he’d asked of her. “Ah, yes! Saitō-sensei went into room 109 a while back.”

 Shinpachi flashed her his pearly whites and slightly flexed his arms, he loved impressing the ladies. “Thanks!” Today, he wouldn’t leave Saitō alone. He had been working night shifts all this week, and he was due for a break. He heard from Shimada that he had to remind him to get some sleep earlier, but he didn’t sleep more than a few hours since he spotted him going up to the rooftop a while back.

 He was going to take him out to a bar with Sano and Heisuke, hell, maybe he’d drag Hijikata-san and Chizuru along. He knew today was a hard day for everyone, they could use a drink.

 Shinpachi took large strides to the room and and opened the door, not bothering to knock. “Oi, Saitō!”

 Hajime froze when the door opened, this was about to get chaotic and messy. He could feel it. Hijikata-sensei would not be pleased with this. He looked over at Souji, standing over him, still swiping through pictures.

 Shinpachi’s blue eyes widened so much, they looked as if they would pop out once he saw the other Souji. “S-SAITO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WITH A GHOST?!”

 Before Hajime could explain or even move a muscle, Shinpachi was already sprinting down the hallway.

 “SANOOOOOO! SANOOOOOOOOOO!” His loud bellows could be heard all throughout the first floor.

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ROFL AT SHINPACHI, SCREAM FOR SANO, ASK QUESTIONS LATER

Part Eleven

[alley-cat-sunflower]

Pretending to have been tagged by @yuutolovesturtles​, who left it open-ended, because I just love talking about myself. (Also because I don’t know how to make the font all tiny-like on my own, so I’d like to save this for reference…)

The Last

Drink: Water.

Phone call: My supervisor, nitpicking church bulletin details.

Text message: Received? My mom telling me she was on her way home. Sent? Confirming that I received the message.

Song you listened to: The main battle theme from FFXV: Episode Ignis.

Time you cried: Half of yesterday as well as half the day before.

Have You Ever

Dated someone twice: I don’t really “date” people, but I have had a crush on someone, gotten over it, then decided to give it a try years later anyway.

Kissed someone and regretted it: Not really.

Been cheated on: Not to my knowledge.

Lost someone special: Kinda sorta not really?

Been depressed: Almost all the time. Trying to get better.

Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’ve never been drunk or even tipsy because I don’t like alcohol enough to drink it fast enough to feel anything. Also, being emetophobic, the possibility of throwing up is one of the main reasons I don’t drink.

3 Favorite Colors

Indigo

Scarlet

Cerulean

In The Last Year Have You

Made new friends: Yes, a couple. Started talking to the best lead at the dance hall, and now we’re pretty close. Had a classmate last semester who showed me more about myself and the world around me, but he’s missing in action at the moment. Working on making friends among other classmates this semester, too.

Laughed until you cried: Yes. I think the last time had something to do with my wonderful and ridiculous boyfriend, but I can’t swear to it.

Found someone was talking about you: Yes…? What does this mean?

Met someone who changed you: Absolutely; the aforementioned classmate.

Found out who your friends are: I guess? Expanded my circle a bit.

Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t really use Facebook that often, but considering my boyfriend has one, I’d say so.

How many Facebook friends do you know: Why would I have any FB friends I don’t know?

Do you have any pets: Three cats at my dad’s house.

Do you want to change your name: Not really.

What did you do for your last birthday: Had a minor nervous breakdown, nbd.

What were you doing at midnight last night: Writing things I really, really shouldn’t.

Name something you can’t wait for: Final Fantasy VII Remake!!

When was the last time you saw your mom: Like, a few minutes ago? She just went into the garage to rearrange some stuff.

What are you listening to right now: “Valse di Fantastica” from Final Fantasy XV.

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: That’s one of my cousins, so yeah.

Something that is getting on your nerves: Walt Whitman.

Most visited websites: Tumblr, YouTube, various wikis (for research purposes).

Hair color: Brown.

Long or short hair: Long.

Do you have a crush on someone: I’m honestly not sure anymore.

What do you like about yourself: Hard to find anything these days… I guess I like that I’m passionate about things, even if they’re not exactly the ‘right’ things. And I like my writing ability, even if I tend to misuse it.

Blood type: I don’t know, actually.

Nickname: Alley or Alley Cat, in internet circles.

Relationship status: Not sure of the exact parameters as of now, but taken.

Zodiac: Wood Boar with Snake ascendant; double Aquarius with Aries rising.

Pronouns: She/her.

Favorite TV show: I don’t watch a lot of TV… Monty Python’s Flying Circus?

Tattoos: None. Might get the planetary symbol for Uranus someday, though.

Right or left-handed: Right.

Surgery: None to speak of, and I don’t want any either.

Sports: I can’t play any to save my life, but I like watching San Francisco Giants baseball. Except for last year. Last year royally sucked.

Pair of shoes: Like, my favorite? I wear the same damn pair of leather boots every day.

Eating: Just had dinner, courtesy of my mother. Salmon, spinach, and rice with mushrooms.

Drinking: Water. Considering tea, though.

Waiting: For the FFXV Royal Edition content to download so I can face Somnus and learn more Ardyn backstory. I know, I know, I’m trash.

Get married: That’s crossed my mind a lot lately, since I recently wrote a wedding and have a couple more marriage-related fics on the back burner, but… I don’t know. That’s a question for another, less unstable time.

Career: I wanna be an author and/or editor someday. I’d love to be able to make money just writing my stories. The main issue is finding the motivation to write out my original ideas instead of hyperfixating on fandoms…

Which Is Better

Hugs or Kisses: Depends, but I’d say hugs overall since there’s only ever been one person whose kisses I have thoroughly enjoyed.

Lips or Eyes: Eyes, typically.

Shorter or Taller: Not like I have a preference, but a lot of my best friends are tall.

Older or Younger: Doesn’t much matter to me. It seems like most of my inner circle are within a couple years of myself either way.

Nice Arms or Nice Stomach: I don’t pay attention…

Hookup or Relationship: Relationship for sure.

Troublemaker or Hesitant: Bit o’ both. Fuck Mars in Pisces.

Kissed a stranger: Noooooooope.

Drank hard liquor: I don’t like alcohol.

Lost glasses/contact lenses: I can’t fuckin see without ’em, so no.

Turned someone down: Roughly once a year or every couple years, for some reason, but I’ve been fortunate to avoid any… untoward encounters. I don’t go out of the house. I don’t put that much effort into my appearance. I don’t go out of my way to socialize. Where did I go wrong?

Sex on the first date: More like “sex within the first year of dating” amirite? And the answer’s still no. It might’ve edged a bit closer to ‘maybe’ within the first few months of knowing someone else, but idk whether that’s changed or not; haven’t seen him in several weeks.

Broken someone’s heart: I… might have? I don’t think so, though. The people who give me their hearts are pretty resilient. I’m usually able to convince them to give them to me platonically instead, and then we’re all happier.

Had your heart broken: Nope. I have been turned down before, but I’m the only one allowed to break my heart, thank you. It’s easier that way.

Been arrested: God, no. Never even been in legal trouble. *knocks on wood*

Fallen for a friend: Nnnnot really? Normally, they’re fairly new faces. My boyfriend was my friend first, has been for seventeen years, but I didn’t really “fall for” him.

Cried when someone died: Oh yes.

Do You Believe In

Yourself: Now and again.

Miracles: Depends on the definition.

Santa Claus: Not anymore.

Kissing on the first date: I mean, clearly it happens? Just not with me?

Also not tagging anyone, because I am the slayer of tag memes; they always end at my doorstep. But this one was actually really fun, so if you wanna do it, please do and tag me! I’m living proof you can get away with taking someone up on that offer!