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helaintoloki · 1 month ago

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Hey there! I’ve got a little request for you.

What about a fic where the reader has to go back in time to the 40s (perhaps for an infinity stone? Work it however you want). It’s supposed to be a quick mission. Until they run into a young Bucky.

a/n: hi anon! i hope you don’t mind but i made some tweaks to the request to fit the story i came up with. however, the original idea of reader going to the 40s is still there!

warnings/notes: angst, fluff, sort of an enemies to lovers piece

summary: after accidentally sending yourself back in time, you run into a younger version of the man you loathe only to find yourself questioning your feelings for him

“You’re such a jerk!”

“Oh, so saving your ass makes me a jerk now?” Bucky retorts in annoyed disbelief at your insult. The two of you haven’t exactly been getting along as of late, so it wasn’t a surprise to either of you that your first assignment together was proving to be disastrous.

“Saving me?” You repeat incredulously, halting in your steps to whirl around and angrily point a finger against his chest. The firmness of his muscles has you faltering for a split second, but you’re adamant not to let your stupid little school girl crush on the man stop you from tearing into him.

Sometimes you’re not even sure why you have feelings for someone who constantly pushes your buttons and tests your patience, but it’s hard not to fall for his good looks and charm, especially during the rare moments of pleasantness you experience when he’s not getting on your nerves. You and Bucky rarely see eye-to-eye, and though for the most part you can tolerate each other, your camaraderie doesn’t last long.

“Shoving me out of the way when I had a clear shot isn’t saving me! I had it covered before you decided to play hero and treat me like some damsel in distress!”

“You had a clear shot and so did the sniper sitting on that rooftop,” Bucky points out with an irritated tick of his jaw. “You couldn’t have gotten the hit with a bullet hole in your head.”

You falter momentarily at being presented with your error, face beginning to heat with embarrassment at being in the wrong. However, your stubborn nature takes over and causes you to double down on your anger instead of admitting fault.

“I don’t need your help. In fact, because of your little stunt my inhibitor is broken,” you state indignantly while lifting your wrist to show the damaged metal band, “so now I have no way to safely get us home.”

Bucky blanches at the realization, and now it’s his turn to feel hot with embarrassment and guilt for his mistake. You’re one of the enhanced members on the team, an Avenger with the power to teleport not only from place to place but also through time, but your ability isn’t always the most reliable. It can be unstable when used too often or without proper concentration, which is why Tony had crafted your inhibitor bracelet to ensure you didn’t accidentally teleport yourself or your teammates to the middle of nowhere. You didn’t trust yourself to make the jump back to the compound without it, and now the two of you were stranded.

He curses under his breath and runs an anxious hand through his hair before saying, “We’ll have to call for someone to come get us.”

“No shit,” you retort only to earn an eye roll from him in response. “But that’s going to take hours, and if we stay here we’re dead.”

“Look,” Bucky sighs depreciatively, “we need to figure this out together, so I’d appreciate a little less sarcasm and a little more-“

The sound of gunfire interrupts Bucky’s rant and sends you both ducking for cover. Your arguing had allowed enough time for the enemy to counterattack with an ambush, and now you were cornered with nowhere to go. You find yourself pressed against a metal crate, making yourself as small as possible while trying to form some sort of an exit plan. Your attackers were closing in, and you felt the anxiety beginning to rise in your chest at the fact that you had nowhere left to run.

Bucky calls your name frantically, breaking you out of your panicked daze quickly enough for you to register the woman approaching you with her gun raised. Your eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights, and when she pulls the trigger you feel your powers activate on instinct as you’re teleported out of the line of fire.

You land on the ground with a groan.

Tingles run down your body from the use of your powers, and it takes you a moment to adjust to the new surroundings you find yourself in. The packing warehouse you’d been dodging gunfire fire in is long gone, and instead you find yourself in an alleyway nestled between two apartment buildings. Your mind is frantic as you try to scramble back up onto your feet only to crumple down in pain from your fall. You think you’ve twisted your ankle, and you don’t know where you are or how to get back home.

You attempt to use your powers to jump back to the warehouse to help Bucky, but without the inhibitor bracelet your teleportation has become shoddy. You let your head fall back with a frustrated groan at being completely helpless and try to clear your mind to figure out your next move.

“Excuse me,” an oddly familiar voice calls from the other end of the alleyway, “are you alright, miss?”

You lift your head at the sound of approaching footsteps and are met with a set of kind blue eyes that have your breath catching in your throat. His face is so much younger and full of life, not yet tainted by the trauma he’d endured after the events of the war. He’s beautiful, and you find your heart nearly leaping out of your chest when he makes his way towards you. He reaches out to you with his left hand, and you stare down with uncertainty at the warm flesh that replaces metal.

You’d accidentally sent yourself back in time, and now you found yourself face to face with a Bucky who had yet to become the Winter Soldier.

“I… I’m fine,” you finally manage to get out after willing away your initial shock. You hesitantly accept his hand and are unnerved by the unusual warmth his palm emits against your own. He helps you back onto your feet only for you to stumble as a result of your bad ankle. His strong arms catch you in an instant, holding you upright while you brace yourself against his firm chest.

“Looks like you had quite the fall,” Bucky says with a lighthearted smile while meeting your gaze. You see something shift in his features when he looks into your eyes, an awestruck sense of admiration washing over him as he takes in your disheveled appearance. You begin to fear that he has you figured out, that somehow he knows who you are and that you don’t belong, but instead he merely wipes away a smudge of dirt from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“You’re a knockout,” he compliments before letting out a sheepish laugh at his own boldness. Your stomach flips at his confession, and you have to stop and remind yourself that this is a completely different Bucky from the one you know. The Bucky you have back at home would sooner call you a pain in his ass than ever call you beautiful.

“Thank you,” you breathe out nervously, flashing him a meek smile while subtly trying to free yourself from his hold. You have no idea what repercussions will come from you interacting with him, and you still need to figure out a way to get back to your own time now that it’s been made clear you sent yourself to the past. You attempt to walk only to wince again at the ache in your leg, something Bucky notices immediately.

“You’re hurt. Let me take you home with me, my Ma can fix you right up and get you something to eat,” he offers only for you to quickly shake your head.

“I couldn’t impose. I’ll be fine, really,” you try to assure him, but your obvious discomfort isn’t very convincing.

“Nonsense. What kind of a man would I be if I left you here in this dingy alleyway to fend for yourself? My mother raised me better than that.”

You can’t help the soft smile that forms on your lips at his kindness. Steve had often mentioned how charming Bucky was in his younger days, how he had swept countless girls off their feet with his chivalrous nature and good looks. Bucky would always grumble about his friend’s need to exaggerate on the details of the past, but you were now seeing firsthand the truth to the Captain’s stories.

You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t stop yourself from finally relenting to Bucky’s request. How can you deny him when he flashes you such an endearing grin and looks upon you with eyes full of tenderness? You expect him to take your hand or give you his arm to steady yourself for the walk home, but he instead surprises you by literally sweeping you off of your feet and carrying you in his arms. You gasp, fingers anxiously clutching at the fabric of his dress shirt while you look to him with wide eyes; his strength is unwavering, and his lips sport a proud grin as he whisks you away to his apartment.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ve got you.”

Your inner turmoil is almost unbearable as you struggle to comprehend the sweetness of this Bucky in comparison to the brooding nature of your own Bucky. You’re not used to such acts of chivalry or flirtatious remarks, and it certainly doesn’t help alleviate the crush you harbor on your teammate. If anything, you’re even more confused now than you’ve ever been when it comes to your feelings for the Winter Soldier. You’re adamant about not falling into the fantasy, about staying focused on the task at hand, but it’s hard to do so when Bucky is so obviously sweet on you.

“I’ve just realized I don’t know your name,” he notes thoughtfully. “Most guys usually know the name of the girl they plan to bring home to their mother.”

“Y/n,” you reply gently despite the heat that spreads across your face at his jest, not even sure if giving your real name is the right move.

“Y/n,” he repeats sweetly, devoid of the usual tone of annoyance or irritation you’re used to. “I think that suits a pretty girl like you. My name is James, but most people just call me Bucky.”

“I like James,” you admit truthfully while avoiding his burning gaze. “I think it suits a gentleman like you.”

“A gentleman, huh? Mom will proud to hear that.”

You find yourself subtly sneaking a glance at his face while he speaks, unable to resist drinking in the details of a younger, innocent Bucky who has yet to endure the horrors his future has in store for him. He exuded confidence and light, and you could see why girls would throw themselves at his feet just to see his smile. This Bucky was full of hope, and your chest ached at having to keep what you knew about him hidden. You couldn’t risk stirring up trouble in the past by telling him what would take place after being shipped off to England and meddling with a future that had already been set in stone, and you knew he might not even believe you anyway. You had no choice but to keep your mouth shut and maintain your composure until you managed to get back to the present.

You eventually make it to his apartment and find your stomach twisting with nerves as Bucky carefully sets you down so he can unlock the door. You’re not sure how you’re going to handle meeting his mother or setting foot into his childhood home, and the entire situation feels much too intimate for you to bear. You’re an intruder in his life, the one he kept close to his chest away from everyone but Steve, and you wonder how much he’ll hate you for this when you finally get back.

“Let’s get you inside,” James urges, gently guiding you through the doorway while being mindful of your bad leg. He lets you hold onto his arm while escorting you towards the couch. The living room is quaintly decorated with photos and antique furniture, and the floral patterned wallpaper reminds you of the one your grandmother had kept in her home. The smell of a freshly cooked meal wafts through the apartment, and from the distance you can hear the quiet crackle of the kitchen radio playing a tune.

“Wait right here,” he says with a wink before disappearing down the hallway and leaving you to your own devices. You debate making your escape while he’s gone in order to avoid delving deeper into Bucky’s past life, but you know you won’t get far with a twisted ankle. Instead, you choose to quickly comb your fingers through your hair and dust yourself off to make yourself somewhat presentable in the presence of his mother.

“I’m telling you, Ma,” Bucky’s voice echoes through the hallway as he makes his return to the living room, “she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat at his flattery and try to appear as inconspicuous as possible despite your nerves. You can’t help but wonder how you’re supposed to go back to normal after all of this is over, and a part of you is starting to dread returning home.

Bucky walks into the room with an older woman on his arm. She has beautifully curled hair that’s been pinned back neatly to frame her weathered face. Despite the wrinkles under her eyes, they are bright with joy when she gazes upon her son, and her ruby red smile flashes pearly whites your way when she finally rests her attention on your awkward form.

“Mom, this is y/n,” Bucky introduces proudly, “I promised her you could fix her right up.”

“Oh, you poor dear,” his mother croons as she seats herself beside you. “James told me all about your nasty fall, but I don’t want you to worry. You’re in good hands here with me.”

“Thank you so much for your hospitality, Miss,” you express earnestly as you look into her striking blue eyes she shares with her son. “I promise I won’t be in your way long.”

“Nonsense,” she dismisses you with a wave of her hand. “Any friend of my James is welcome in this home. And please, call me Winnifred.”

“Thank you, Winnifred,” you repeat with a grateful smile, the woman’s kindness having alleviated some of your stress. You watch as she begins to scan over your features for any other possible injuries while taking in your disheveled form; her brows furrow slightly when she takes note of your attire.

“What peculiar clothing,” she murmurs while running her fingers along the rip in your tactical suit. You blanch slightly at the realization that you aren’t exactly dressed for the time period you’re in and scramble to come up with a lie.

“It’s my factory uniform,” you quickly fib, grateful for the fact you’d paid attention in your high school history class. “I make munitions for our boys overseas.”

“I love a woman in uniform,” Bucky notes with an innocent smile despite the flirtatious tone of his words.

“How admirable of you! But surely it must not be very comfortable. Why don’t you get cleaned up and changed out of that uniform before I wrap your ankle? I’ll find you something else to wear.”

“I’ll show you to the bathroom,” Bucky offers before assisting you back onto your feet. You wrap an arm around his midsection to keep yourself propped upright while lamely limping down the hallway with his help. “Mom really seemed to like you, not that I’m surprised.”

“I can see where you get your charm,” you tease gently, almost melting at the boyish grin that forms on his lips in response. Would it be wrong of you to wish you could have such an easy rapport with your own Bucky as you do with this one?

You make it to bathroom where James shows you how to work the shower before giving you your privacy. The water pressure isn’t as strong as what you’re used to back at the compound, but it does the job. You’re grateful to finally scrub off the grime and dried blood that had accumulated from the mission, and you feel like you’re in a much clearer headspace now to start planning your next move.

A simple dress is laid out on the dresser for you when you finish your shower, and once you’re decent Winnifred sits you down and wraps your ankle. She insists you keep off your foot and rest for the remainder of the evening in her daughter’s bed seeing as she’s off at a sleepover. You know better than to object to the woman’s demands, and so you find yourself seated on the cushiony mattress with a dinner tray on your lap. You’re absolutely starving, and you’re grateful to finally have the chance to eat considering you need your strength in order to attempt teleporting without the help of your inhibitor.

A gentle knock on the doorway interrupts your ruminative dinner, and you watch curiously as Bucky slowly peeks his head into the door.

“Mind if I keep you company?”

“Of course not,” you hum gently, heart thrumming in your chest when he seats himself on the edge of the bed beside you. The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk drowns your senses, causing a longing ache to settle in the pit of your stomach as you’re reminded of the fact that you must leave him behind when this is all over.

“How’s the ankle?”

“Your mom says the swelling should go down in a day or two as long as I keep off of it.”

“Does that mean you’ll be sticking around here a bit longer?” Bucky asks with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. You smile faintly, but it isn’t very convincing.

“I can’t,” you relent gently, guilt consuming your entire being at the way his features falter in result. “I have to get back home.”

“You have someone waiting for you?” He prompts softly, absently fidgeting with a loose thread from the comforter.

“I do,” you confess quietly. You watch his gaze drop down to hide his disappointment, head shaking slightly as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“I should have known a girl like you would already be spoken for. Is he handsome?”

“Very,” you nod sheepishly, your face growing hot at having to confess such thoughts to the younger version of the man you picture in your head. “His eyes are blue like yours, but his hair’s a bit longer. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does it lights up an entire room.”

“Does he treat you the way you deserve?”

“He can be cold and closed off at times, but I know deep down he cares. He just isn’t very good at showing it, and I certainly don’t make it easy for him. I can be a handful, and we fight a lot, but I think I love him anyway.”

Sighing, Bucky runs his fingers through his perfectly combed hair before meeting your gaze. You watch as he reaches out to gently take hold of your hand in his left one. You can’t remove your eyes from the flesh no matter how hard you try, and you don’t think you’ll ever get over the feeling of being able to touch the arm that has yet to be tainted by Hydra’s touch. You almost want to tell him, but you’re able to bite your tongue.

“There isn’t anything I can do to change your mind?” He asks while giving your hand a gentle squeeze. His eyes are full of hope and admiration for the woman that had spontaneously fallen into his life, and though he’d only known you for a short period of time he knew that something about you was special. You were unlike any woman he’d ever met, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life getting to know you.

“I don’t think so, James,” you comfort softly. You feel so bold as to rest a hand gently upon his cheek, and you’re rewarded by the feeling of him leaning into your touch as he melts into your palm. “You’re a wonderful man, and I have a feeling this won’t be the last time our paths cross.”

Smiling faintly, Bucky cheekily turns his head to press a chaste kiss to your palm. Your breath catches in your throat at the act while your stomach flutters with nervous butterflies, but you don’t make a move to pull your hand away.

“I’ll hold you to that, sweetheart. I’d be a fool to let a girl like you out of my life,” he says with a wink before reluctantly beginning to pull away from you. Before you can stop yourself or think it through, you frantically shoot your hand out to keep him in place.

“Wait!” You exclaim desperately, catching both Bucky and yourself off guard. You know better than to bring the future to the past, and you know in the end that altering the course of his life won’t change the events of your present time, but you owe it to the man who had shown you such kindness to warn him about his fate.

“What is it, y/n?”

“I…,” you begin to say, faltering as you struggle to get the words out. He looks to you patiently for you to finish your sentence, and despite the guilt that consumes you for changing your mind, you continue, “I want you to promise me you’ll be careful in the future. I couldn’t stand anything happening to you, and I just want you to be safe.”

“Oh,” Bucky breathes as if he hadn’t been expecting such a serious profession. After processing your words, the man simply gives you an affirming nod and replies, “of course I will, doll. Anything you ask.”

The turmoil within you at keeping the truth to yourself persists, but you’re unable to say nothing more as Bucky rises from his seat on the bed and takes your empty tray from your lap. “I’ll get this out of your way.”

He leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead before excusing himself from the room, shutting the door behind him to give you your privacy. You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and blink back the tears that threaten to spill. You cherish the time you’ve spent with him here in his own time, but you also miss the Bucky you have back at home. You’ve never hated him, you just never understood him or the walls he insisted putting between you, but you can see now just how much Hydra had taken from him. He hadn’t always been the grumpy soldier you knew him as, and your stubborn nature certainly didn’t help him come out of his shell.

You needed to make things right, not only with the Bucky from your timeline but also with the one who had just spent his entire day looking after a complete stranger.

Despite the painful throbbing of your ankle, you will yourself out of bed and desperately rush towards the door. You know that exposing his true fate will not alter the course of your timeline, but perhaps there’s a possibility it can give him the chance to create a new timeline where he never gets the chance to become the Winter Soldier.

“Bucky!” You call out in hopes he’ll come rushing back down the hall. You’re so desperate to reach him that you don’t notice the soft glow of your inhibitor bracelet, and your frantic state of mind creates a lack of control over your teleportation ability.

You reach the doorknob just as your powers activate, and when you step through the doorway you are no longer in the apartment of James Barnes but instead in your own bedroom back at the compound.

You stagger forward in a daze, mind reeling from the use of your powers as you struggle to adjust to your new surroundings. Your heart drops to your chest when you finally come to the realization that you’re back where you belong, and you slowly sink down to your knees in tears over the fact that you’d been too late. Bucky would return to an empty bedroom, and he would go on to live the life that fate had chosen for him.

You couldn’t protect him- you’d failed.

You begin to sob as the amalgamation of emotions from your experience overtakes you, and you’re so consumed in your grief that you fail to hear the sound of your door sliding open behind you.

“Y/n? It’s been three days, where the hell have you been?” A startled voice sounds, causing you to jump in surprise. You turn to find Bucky standing in your doorway, his irritated features morphing into confusion at the sight of your distraught state. Tears steadily stream down your cheeks in time with the trembling of your shoulders, and he slowly makes his approach towards your figure on the floor. “Y/n?”

Bucky cautiously sinks to his knees beside you and places a careful hand on your back. The coolness of his metal arm has you shivering, a stark contract to the warmth you’d felt when he’d held your hand in his Brooklyn apartment. “Are you alright? What happened?”

You don’t think before throwing yourself into his arms and holding tightly onto his frame. Bucky nearly topples over from the impact but is quick to regain his balance so he can hold you both upright. Initially he isn’t sure how to react considering this is the first time you’ve ever willingly gotten this close to him let alone hugged him, but he’s eventually able to reciprocate the act by wrapping his arms around your trembling figure and holding you close to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, fingers tightly clutching at the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself. “I’m sorry for always giving you such a hard time, for being so stubborn. You don’t deserve that, and I should have tried to be a better teammate.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Bucky shushes gently, his tone unusually gentle as he carefully pulls away to look you in the face. “I know I’m not exactly the most pleasant person to be around sometimes, and I haven’t always been the nicest to you either. I’m sorry for that.”

“You mean you’re not going to yell at me for disappearing on you? You don’t hate me?” You snivel, prompting his lips to quirk up into a rare smile.

“I’m not going to yell at you for something you can’t control. And I never hated you. I just… never really knew how to be around you. Steve always speaks so highly of you, you’re everyone’s favorite, and I never felt like I had the right to know you so intimately the way they do. I figured keeping my distance would be easier, and I thought you preferred it that way considering our track record.”

“I don’t want you to keep your distance anymore,” you plead softly. “I want to be around you, I want you to feel comfortable around me.”

“That can be arranged,” Bucky notes with a faint smile while carefully brushing away the last of your tears, “but can I ask you what brought this on?”

“It’s a long story,” you admit while guiltily avoiding eye contact with the man. You’re not sure if you should tell him the truth about your venture just yet, but you don’t have it in you to lie to him. You know you’ll have to tell him one day, but for now it can wait. “Being gone these past few days just gave me time to get a new perspective on things.”

“Well, whatever happened, I’m glad it did,” he says truthfully. “Now let’s get you cleaned up so you can let the rest of the team know you made it back safe.”

You allow him to help you up off the ground just as he had in that alleyway, and when he looks down at you with his soft blue eyes you’re able to see his younger self once more. The charming, chivalrous James Barnes who had taken such good care of you still existed within Bucky, it would just take time for him to come out of his shell and open himself up to you the way his past self had done so.

And you would wait all the time in the world for him.

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purgatoryandme · 9 months ago

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SVSSS Crack Angst Liushen

It's been joked about in the fandom before: Liu Qingge never stood a chance with Shen Qingqiu because SQQ's kink is pretty men acting weak and pathetic. And now I'm spinning my wheels about the sheer crack angst potential that contains. Just imagine, on the day SQQ goes to self-destruct, LQG is trying to convince him not to like his old reliable self, and totally fails. And eternal vinegar jar Luo Binghe, who /knows/ what SQQ is weak to, says in bitterness during a fight over the body one day: "If you wanted him to listen to you, you should have cried more back then." LQG's earnest ass would so not be able to resist taking that to heart. Like wow, it truly was all his fault for trying to be SQQ's reliable defender - obviously his Shixiong wouldn't listen to that. Hadn't SQQ helped him and paid such close attention to him whenever he was in trouble? Wasn't he helpless to ignore LQG when he was in trouble? He should've cried more back then.

When he inevitably gets transmigrated back to the Lingxi caves and their first meeting, he manages to cry just a little, thin-faced as he is he's still so grateful to have another chance. And it WORKS! SQQ can't help himself - he sticks around after the Qi deviation and fusses and takes care of LQG. And the gap moe once LQG gets too embarrassed to tolerate it anymore? When he's destroying every demon that invades the sect, turning to SQQ with fierce eyes that seem to say, "See??? I am big and strong!!!" Is too much for SQQ's coquettish personality. He can't NOT tease LQG to death. And at peak embarrassment it gets juuuust a smidge easier for LQG to tear up a bit. He hates it, he loves it, it's WORKING and he can see young disciple Luo Binghe absolutely boiling over with jealousy so he can't STOP, right????? And if he occasionally faces off against plants or monsters that make him look particularly vulnerable, it's not really lying to SQQ, is it???

#svsss #liushen

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yoursweetinoccentdreams · 1 month ago

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"You Should Stay In My Good Graces"

Pairing: Pro Hero! Deku, X Pro Hero! Fem Reader

Warnings!: Infedelity Mention, jealousy or possesiveness, Mild Nsfw Mentions, public humiliation,Unwanted flirting,Gossip, strong language, AND OH BOY TEA TEA TEA...

Synopsis:Att the annual Hero Gala, tensions rise as Y/N, a renowned pro hero and Izuku Midoriya’s fiancée finds herself at the center of Bakugo’s lingering affections. Once her ex-boyfriend—and the man who cheated on her—Bakugo’s flirtations become bolder, testing Izuku’s patience. But when Bakugo takes the stage and makes a speech that leaves the crowd buzzing with whispers, Y/N decides it’s time to set the record straight.

Being a pro hero meant always being in the spotlight. Every move you made, every decision, every relationship—it was all up for scrutiny. But tonight wasn’t about villains or missions. Tonight was the annual Hero Gala, a time to celebrate victories, raise money, and—unfortunatelly—tolerate the company of people you’d rather forget.

People like Katsuki Bakugo.

You hadn’t spoken to him much since the breakup. There was no reason to. After he was the one who ruined it—cheating on you with Uraraka of all people—there was nothing left to say. You had moved on, you had healed, and now? You were engaged to the Number One Hero himself—Izuku Midoriya.

It was everything you could have wanted. Izuku was kind, strong, reliable. He was good to you in ways Bakugo never was. Where Bakugo let his pride get in the way, Izuku put you first. Where Bakugo was reckless with your heart, Izuku treated it like something precious.

And yet, Bakugo still had to make things difficult.

It started out subtle. Lingering looks. Offhand comments. At first, you ignored it, brushing it off as him being his usual cocky self, but Izuku noticed. He always noticed. The way Bakugo’s gaze would drag over you, the way his lips would quirk up at the corners like he knew something no one else did.

At first, Izuku was patient. He held his tongue, pushed down the irritation, focused on you—until the night of the gala.

You felt stunning. Your outfit was sleek, elegant, hugging all the right places. Izuku stood tall beside you, looking devastatingly handsome in his fitted suit, his tie matching the color of your dress. His fingers laced with yours, grounding you, yours.

The venue was grand, glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the hum of conversation filling the air. Heroes from all over mingled, sipped champagne, posed for photos. Everything was perfect. Until Bakugo showed up.

“Damn, Y/N,” he muttered as he brushed past you at the bar, eyes flickering down your body. “You sure you wanna be engaged to Deku? We both know who you used to scream for.”

Izuku stiffened beside you. His fingers twitched at his side.

You barely got the chance to react before he stepped in front of you, blocking Bakugo’s line of sight.

“Watch it, Kacchan,” Izuku warned, his voice low.

Bakugo smirked, slow and deliberate. “Relax, nerd. Just reminiscin’.” He took a sip of his drink, smug. “Not my fault you’re livin’ in my leftovers.”

You barely had time to grab Izuku’s hand before his fist curled at his side. “Come on, baby,” you murmured, squeezing his fingers. “Let it go. He’s not worth it.”

Izuku clenched his jaw but let you pull him away. For now.

The night dragged on, tension thick in the air. Izuku kept you close, a protective hand on your waist, his lips occasionally brushing your temple. He was trying, but you could tell—Bakugo was getting under his skin.

And he wasn’t stopping.

Every time you passed by, Bakugo’s gaze would linger. If Izuku turned his back, he’d lean in too close, muttering, “Still as soft as I remember.” When you reached for a drink, his fingers would brush yours, intentional, smug.

You tried to ignore it, to focus on Izuku, to enjoy your night. But it was impossible when every time you caught Bakugo’s stare, it was like he was challenging you. Challenging Izuku.

Then, the worst part of the night came.

Bakugo was called on stage for his speech.

You tried to tune it out. You wanted to.

But he made that impossible too.

He adjusted the mic, that arrogant smirk never leaving his face. “First off, thanks for the fancy-ass party,” he said, voice rough yet confident. The audience chuckled. “We’re all here to celebrate another year of saving dumbasses, but let’s be real—some of us had better years than others.”

His red eyes flickered straight to you.

Your stomach twisted.

Izuku’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Gotta say, some people in this room got real lucky,” Bakugo continued, voice smooth. “Some people found success, some people found love—” he chuckled, shaking his head “—and some people settled.”

A few murmurs spread through the room. Your blood ran cold.

Izuku’s fingers tightened around his champagne glass.

“Y/N, you look damn good tonight,” Bakugo continued, voice casual, almost playful. “Deku, you sure you can keep up with all that? ‘Cause I still remember how she used to—”

The microphone cut out.

Because Izuku had yanked the cord that was laying in the front of the stage where all the heroes sat.

The room fell silent.

Izuku set his glass down calmly, placed a hand on your back, and whispered, “Excuse me for a second, sweetheart.” Then he stepped onto the stage.

Bakugo raised a brow. “Oh? Gonna try and shut me up, nerd?”

Izuku took the mic from his hands and looked straight into the crowd. Straight at the cameras.

“Let me make something clear,” he started, his voice even, controlled. “Y/N is my fiancée. And I don’t take that lightly.” He glanced back at Bakugo, something dangerous behind his green eyes. “And I sure as hell don’t need to hear about what happened in the past from the guy who ruined his own shot with her.”

The room erupted. Some gasped, others chuckled. Bakugo stiffened.

Izuku didn’t stop.

“You had her, Kacchan,” he continued. “You lost her. And now, she’s with me. So, if you have anything else to say, make sure it’s something worth listening to.”

He handed the mic back to the stunned announcer and walked straight back to you.

The moment was explosive. The crowd muttered, whispers turning into full-blown gossip.

“Did he just—?”“Wait, did Bakugo cheat on her with Uraraka?”“Oh my god, I heard about that—”“No wonder she left him—”

You heard everything. And you were done.

Because then, the announcer called your name for your speech.

You walked onto the stage, izuku taking your hand and guiding you so you don't fall but every eye was on you. The room was still buzzing from Izuku’s moment, the crowd still muttering about Bakugo’s humiliation, but you weren’t done yet.

Taking a slow breath, you lifted the mic to your lips.

“At first, I planned on talking about the importance of teamwork tonight. About how being a pro hero isn’t just about strength—it’s about strategy, about trust, about knowing that someone has your back even in the worst situations.” You scanned the crowd, stopping briefly on Izuku, who stood near the front, his green eyes warm and unwavering.

You continued.

“We all chose this path because we wanted to make a difference. We wanted to be the ones standing between the innocent and the people who’d do them harm. And none of us could do that alone.”

There were nods from the audience. Some murmurs of agreement. You saw a few heroes straighten up, listening more intently.

“I’m grateful to be here tonight,” you said, voice steady. “I’m grateful to fight alongside some of the best heroes in the world. To be part of a generation that’s working toward a safer future. And most of all, I’m grateful for the people who have stood beside me, who have lifted me up when things got hard.”

Your fingers curled tighter around the mic.

“Because this job? It’s not easy.” Your voice was firm, unwavering. “There are days when we doubt ourselves. Days when the weight of what we do feels too heavy. When the only thing keeping us going is the people we surround ourselves with.”

You let your gaze drift—right back to Bakugo.

Some in the crowd noticed. The murmuring started again. You saw Bakugo’s shoulders tense, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

You smiled.

“But let me tell you something,” you said smoothly, tilting your head slightly. “The people you surround yourself with? They matter.”

Silence.

You stepped forward.

“You can be the strongest hero in the world, but if the people closest to you aren’t supporting you, if they’re bringing you down instead of lifting you up—then you’ll never be the hero you want to be.” Your voice sharpened. “And you sure as hell won’t be the kind of person anyone should want to stand beside.”

Bakugo’s jaw tightened.

You let the words sink in before continuing, a softer tone slipping into your voice.

“But I got lucky,” you said, your gaze drifting back to Izuku. His expression softened instantly, his lips parting slightly as he took in your words. “Because after making the mistake of trusting the wrong person, I found someone who showed me what it really means to be loved. Someone who doesn’t just fight beside me in battle but stands beside me in everything else. Someone who reminds me, every single day, why I love this job. Why I love my life.”

You smiled.

“And that someone… is Izuku Midoriya.”

The room erupted in applause. Cheers, murmurs, some gasps from the people who finally put the pieces together.

You turned back to Bakugo, your smile never faltering.

“So, Bakugo, I know you were feeling nostalgic earlier,” you said, voice smooth, almost teasing, “but the past doesn’t matter. What matters is now. And now?” You let out a small, breathy laugh. “I’m happier than I ever was with you.”

Another round of murmurs. Cameras flashing. A few knowing laughs rippling through the audience.

Bakugo didn’t move. He didn’t say a word. But his whole body was stiff, his face burning red—part anger, part humiliation.

You let the silence stretch before adding, voice silky smooth—

“Oh, and for the record?” You glanced at Izuku again, your eyes full of warmth. “Bakugo never made me scream like Izuku does.”

That? That broke the room.

People lost it.

A mixture of cheers, gasps, laughter—some heroes openly gaping at the sheer brutality of it. You saw Uraraka shrink into herself, her face pale, while Bakugo looked like he was about to punch a hole through the nearest wall.

And Izuku?

Izuku was already on his way to the stage.

Before you could even move, he was beside you, a hand sliding around your waist, his other gently taking the mic from your fingers. His grip was firm, possessive.

Then, without a word, he leaned in—and kissed you.

Right there, in front of everyone.

It wasn’t just any kiss. It was slow, deep, claiming. Like he wanted to make sure everyone—Bakugo especially—knew who you belonged to.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for just a second. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “I love you.”

The crowd? Absolutely lost their minds.

And Bakugo?... well lets just say,

For the first time that night, he had nothing to say.

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blackcat-star · 26 days ago

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Accidentally.

Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader.

Here is your request @sambi96

I apologize if it's not to your liking ;-; This topic is quite difficult for me….Hope you can enjoy this.

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It started out like any other normal day, or at least it should have.

You were used to being the reliable person behind the scenes, the calm and collected one when chaos ensued. After all, you were used to hunting monsters, dealing with the occasional portal malfunction, and cleaning up after Jinwoo's shadow army, so a little weirdness here and there didn't faze you.

But then, this.

Your unmistakable feeling of cool, fresh sheets wrapped around you had woken you up. But when you opened your eyes and looked down, you saw something that caused you to sit up, pounding heart.

Somewhere your chest was now gone and it was replaced with something more muscular and toned.

"Wait. What?" you muttered, your eyes glancing quickly towards the mirror. There was no mistaking it.

It was Jinwoo's face.

"NO WAY."

Your hands fly straight to your thick, dark, perfectly styled hair. You tug at it in disbelief before glancing down at your abs? Your midsection is completely different. Firm, strong muscles where you were used to softness.

Then the final bombshell hits when your phone vibrates on your nightstand. You grab it, staring at the screen with wide eyes. A single text from a very familiar contact.

🖤: Arent you? In my body.

You: WHAT TF DID YOU DO JINWOO?!?!?!?

🖤: It's not me. I woke up and screamed because I have boobs now. So, thanks for that trauma.

You run your hands through your hair in frustration. "How did this-?"

The text continues.

🖤: I don't know what kind of weird dungeon magic this is, but somehow it's your fault. And I refuse to deal with it alone.

You: What did I do? I didn't sign up for this! You've somehow cursed me!

🖤: Maybe you should have thought twice before teasing me about my coffee addiction.

You roll your eyes. "That was months ago."

The next few hours passed in a frantic rush to find a solution. But no matter how much you thought, it was useless. All you knew was that Jinwoo was now in your body, and you were stuck in his.

And, of course, your first instinct was to get revenge on him. After all, Jinwoo had a pretty high tolerance for nonsense, so you could only imagine what it would be like for him in your body.

You decided to have a little fun first.

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Jinwoo's first day in your body was bad.

He stumbled along, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar weight of your figure. The lack of his usual bulk was difficult, and he had to find a way to wear your shoes - literally - since you weren't really into bulky combat boots. He had to endure and wear heels, the kind you insisted were 'fancy' when you went out. But as soon as he took a few steps, he was cursing loudly.

"How the hell am I-ugh!" He muttered to himself, "I'm going to trip and break my neck." He moved clumsily around the house, and you could tell his discomfort. It was quite amusing, to be honest.

But you weren't done yet.

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Payback Time.

You had a plan. The first step was to invade Jinwoo's perfect life. You needed to leave your mark.

First: Glitter Bomb.

You took a small packet of glitter and carefully sprinkled it into his hair.A little here, and a little there too. By then, it would be too late, and he wouldn't notice until a while later.

"Perfect," you grinned. He was going to go crazy when he saw this.

Second: Selfie Incident.

The next step was a little more devious. You snapped a quick selfie-one strategically taken at your most playful, 'flirty' angle. You even pouted a little for the camera.

#FeelingMyself #TooHotToHandle, you posted online.

You laughed as the notifications flooded in. You don't care about the comments, it's all about Jinwoo's reaction.

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When you see him later in the day, he's texting someone about an 'urgent mission'. But then, his eyes turn to you. His face goes from calm to completely confused. He stares at his phone and then back at you.

"Why you…" He stammers "Why do you look like that?"

You look at him with intense eye contact. "What, you don't like it? This is your new look. You should try it out."

He blinks a few times, clearly at a loss for words. "This is…"

And then he understands.

Immediately, he runs his hand through your (his) hair, fingers suddenly running through each strand in a sudden panic.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" His voice is shrill with genuine concern.

You shrug, feigning innocence. "What's wrong? I just added some glitter. Just to, you know, brighten your mood."

He groaned, running his hand through your (his) hair in frustration. "This isn't funny. I can't go out like this!"

You could barely contain your laughter as you watched him try to brush off the glitter, knowing full well that it would be stuck to you (him) for the next few days. His mild panic was more than enough to fuel your laughter.

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But then karma comes.

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You wake up the next morning, thinking everything is fine. Your body feels fine. You're back to your usual self. But then, as you're about to get out of bed, the pain in your legs hits you.

It's a nagging pain from the high heels you made him wear. You thought it was just your legs, but then the pain from your stomach and lower back kicks in. The pain gets deeper and deeper. You groan and get dressed, but the discomfort only increases.

You rush to the bathroom and stare at your reflection.

"Wait. Oh. Oh, no," you mumble under your breath.

That's when you really feel it: cramps.

"Jinwoo!" you scream internally, clutching your stomach.

Your period is here, and it's not just any regular cramps. Oh, no. The body swap seems to produce serious negative effects.

Your uterus experiences intense damage like a vehicle crashing into it.

"This isn't fair!!!!" you moan in despair. "I was just having fun yesterday. Now I'm being punished? This is no fair!"

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The instant Jinwoo showed up with his medicine pack and hot water bottles plus your favorite treats you began to understand that karma deals harsh punishments. His generous act showed that our choices always create results.

"How are you feeling?" Jinwoo's voice was filled with concern as he set the things down next to you.

You glared at him. "Don't say anything. My pain makes it impossible to use sarcasm."

He smiled sheepishly at you. "Sorry. I should have warned you. Karma is a monster, you know?"

You sighed dramatically. "Yeah. I get it now. The universe hates me."

He chuckled and took a seat next to you and started braiding your hair while producing comforting sounds as if he had done this many times before.

"Do you need anything else?" His gentle tone matched his words as he spoke to you.

You melted a bit. "You need to keep this private and don't tell anyone about it. This feels so embarrassing."

He smiled gently. "I won't tell anyone. But you know… I have a feeling this won't be the last time we swap."

You blinked at him. "Oh, no. You better not think about it."

He smiled slyly at you. "Never dreamed of it."

But you know - karma has its eye on you. And it's just waiting for the next time you upset the balance of the universe.

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I was having mental breakdown and tired af

Hope everything will get better

Sorry if I take too long to do your requests

#sung jinwoo x reader #sung jinwoo #jinwoo #solo leveling #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo x you #sung jinwoo x y/n #jinwoo sung x reader #jinwoo sung

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themeraldee · 9 months ago

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Hii can you do one where the reader rejects homelander because she’s married? He gets mad and obsessive??

Thank you for the ask! So originally I wasn't gonna do requests because I'm very particular about what strikes my fancy. But I'm nothing if not a people pleaser so your request got my head popping up with ideas as I've not really explored the 'loving someone to a fault' part of Homelander where things take a wild turn. So this is my humble attempt - hope you enjoy!

(Also I spat this out fairly quickly so it's not very well reviewed)

The Price of Love

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18+ Only | 1.7k | Homelander x fem!Reader | Early Season 2. Voyeurism. Dark themes but nothing very specific. Homelander being his own warning. Mention of canon-level violence.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re married?!” Homelander sputters, caught totally off guard by your admission. His body language frazzled, his arms expressing confusion just as much as his words as his presence towers over you.

You’ve been Ashley’s secretary for a few months now. At first he took no interest in the presence of yet another busybody without a name that was surely going to crack under the pressure and either leave or fuck up beyond repair resulting in your resignation. But no, you’ve proven yourself to be reliable, responsible and most importantly you’ve got a fucking spine in you. You don’t cower in fear, shake when you talk to him or let yourself get talked into a corner. He likes that. He really likes that.

His preference for you has become so obvious that Ashley made you his go-to. Any news, good or bad, just went straight through you. And somehow, Homelander didn’t mind hearing that he dropped a point or two when it came from your lips.

That’s why he felt so blindsided by your outright rejection when he asked you out. What the fuck do you mean married?!

“I mean I’m unavailable.” Homelander tightens his hand into a fist now that his arms fell back to rest next to his thighs. He hides the lapse of control behind his cape as he clasps both hands behind his back. At this point the pose has become a bit of a defense mechanism, nobody can touch or hurt him when he’s playing a hero. It’s a whole lot different when he pours his heart out to some fucking assistant just to get it stomped into the ground.

“You’re not wearing a ring.” His tone is quiet, sharp. He nods his head towards the hand that’s currently clutching a stack of papers, the last thing you were meant to bring over before you clocked out. In Homelander’s eyes, it was the perfect time to ask you out. He’d take you out the same night. Michelin star restaurant, booked out just for the two of you. But no, you had to ruin his whole plan.

“I know, I’m sorry. I oftentimes leave it at home. I worry about it getting damaged or lost.” You clutch your papers closer to you, Homelander’s eyes lock onto your empty ring finger. It’s like you’re trying to hide it from him. The skin where your ring would be sat isn’t even smoothed out or marked in any way. So either it’s a recent marriage or you barely wear your ring as is. Homelander scoffs to himself, what kind of marriage is it if you’re not willing to shout about it from the rooftops.

“I just—what? You’ve been fucking coming onto me for ages!” He wheezes out in part anger, part embarrassment. His eyes widen at first before squinting, his eyebrows furrowing with the action. In his head he replays all your interactions and he’s not fucking stupid. He’s the Homelander. There’s no one who can read people better than him.

“Sorry? I haven’t, or I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t trying to lead you on.” You take a step back. As much as this whole time Homelander’s been more than tolerating your presence, enjoying and looking forward to it even, now he’s acting like a whole kind of different animal. He takes one step in. Part of him relishes in the way your heart speeds up at the loud thud of his boot taking the one step closer to you. The other part of him doesn’t want you to be scared of him, just like you haven’t been this whole time, you’re meant to be his!

He raises an eyebrow.

“Lead me on?”

“You know, make you think I’m interested when I’m not.” He nearly laughs. Not interested? Not fucking interested?! Give him a break. He might not have many experiences with the most genuine of relationships but he knows attraction when he sees one. He’s not stupid enough to mistake your professional kindness for attraction, it’s more than that. He’s sure of it. Your pulse still races anytime you’re in his vicinity, your pupils dilate, you smile all flustered and sweet when he pays you a compliment and there’s definitely times he’s managed to make you wet just by saying or doing the right thing. Someone who’s not interested wouldn’t be reacting like that.

He pinches the bridge of his nose shaking his head. “Get out.” His voice rings loud and clear in the empty room.

“Yes, sir. I’m really so sorry.” His teeth grind at the way you call him ‘sir’. A habit he’s weaned you off a long time ago. Yet there you go again, reverting back to factory settings as if you two didn’t have a whole load of history behind you. He watches you scamper off, the intrusive, violent part of him has an intense urge to laser you in half for making him feel this way.

But no, he knows there’s another way. First, he needs to get this energy out one way or another. And the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

Homelander waits till nightfall before flying around just to get his frustration out. First Madelyn, now you. What is it with women being dishonest with him! But no no no, you’re nothing like her. You do love him. You have to. He knows it. He can feel it. He just needs to nudge you in the right direction.

His thoughts get disrupted by a shrill scream coming from the alleyway below him. He pauses in the air, watching the situation with little initial interest. He lands on the building ledge where a man has a screaming woman pinned against the wall. He notices the light reflecting against the switchblade the criminal presses to her neck.

Well look at that, he can get his frustrations out and he’s gonna look like a hero. This night might just be turning around for him.

He leaves the bloody carnage behind, shaking some of the blood and viscera off his suit, bloody droplets hitting his boots instead. He’s so used to the copper tang of blood, at this point breathing it in is as natural to him as air. He’s just not particularly fond of the mess it creates.

But finally, after some physical relief, he grins to himself and with a clear head he can devise a plan on how to win you over. He’s the Homelander, who the fuck else could be more worthy of your love?

Well… He’s about to find out.

Homelander takes off into the air, shooting up up up, until he finds a happy altitude where the air is just about getting thin, but more importantly where he’s unlikely to be recorded or photographed at this time of night.

He lands on the rooftop of the building opposite where you and your spouse reside. Bleugh. Your fucking spouse. Just the thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He was being patient with you. Wanted to take it the traditional way. Just like normal humans you’d meet at work, get chatting, get comfortable and start dating. So he gave you the benefit of your privacy. Wanted to see you naked for the first time when you’d undress for him. All pretty and sensual, giving him a good show. Now it’s biting him in the ass. If he wasn’t so chivalrous with you he would have long known that he’d need to get rid of the obstacle before he’d even ask you out.

He watches through the building walls. He needs to see who, or what, has you so whipped that you wouldn’t immediately offer to get divorced just to go on a date with him. At the very least it better be some good sex.

He scans your meager one bedroom apartment. Your spouse is sound asleep in your shared bed but you’re nowhere to be seen. It’s not even that late in the night. Wouldn’t happily married couples be fucking through the night like rabbits at this hour?

He lights up when he lands on the sight of you in your bathroom. Finally, some fucking reward. It’s the least he deserves after all that he’s been through. You’re submerged in your bathtub, the water level hitting halfway up your chest. You have the most pleased expression on your face, pure delight as you rest your head against the rim of the tub, eyes closed all dreamy.

Homelander palms the front of his pants, feeling his cock immediately fill out at finally getting glimpses of your naked self. It’s only then he notices that you’re not just relaxing. No. Your hand is holding the shower head right in between your legs, letting the water pressure light up all your sensitive nerves.

Then it clicks. He grins like he hasn’t in a long while. The pure satisfaction of being right. You’re not satisfied. You can’t be. It’s obvious you desperately need to escape this situation. You need him.

He carelessly unfastens his pants, surprising even himself that he doesn’t manage to rip them in half as he eagerly grips his hard cock. He strokes it harder than he ever has before, the blood on his glove just easing the glide of the harsh pace he sets himself. Homelander almost chokes on air as he watches you arch your back and whimper quietly, clearly hiding your little indulgent fantasy from your spouse.

He wishes he could tell you it’s alright, your spouse is dead asleep. They won’t notice. They clearly don’t care. He does. And that’s all that matters, you have his attention. You have an audience of one.

He doesn’t care what the reason is. There’s no reason in his book that would justify your spouse leaving you this dissatisfied that you have to get yourself off behind closed doors and not with their help.

He’s so worked up, riding the roller coaster of wildly contrasting emotions, from heart-break to euphoria, that it doesn’t take long for him to feel breathless, panting as he strokes himself to the image of you all wet, pleasured and relaxed. What really does him in, unexpectedly is the whispering plea leaving your lips. ‘Homelander.’

And just like that he cums hard, not caring where his load ends up, his grin never leaving his face as he watches you reach your sweet, sweet release.

He has to have you.

[Part 2]

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cloudedmoonofficial · 5 months ago

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Forestleaf - Field Colony Second

Mate: Hazelfur, the Reliable Earth

Kitten: Whitebelly

Grandkitten: Spottedshadow

There’s only room for one cat on the top. And one day it will be me…

Critical to a fault. Strict enforcer of Hazelfur’s will. Harsher still to any cat who crosses her. Forestleaf commands her colony with little tolerance for ‘less than perfect’. Most cats can avoid her wrath by just keeping their heads down and doing as she asks. But when cats as stubborn as Forestleaf dare stand their ground, or even drag their feet, they will quickly find Forestleaf’s ire. And Forestleaf’s ire has been known to make or break cats.

Rumors of Forestleaf’s absolute grip over the colony have led to many rumors. Did Forestleaf scare off her own New-Claw? Did Forestleaf insist on Missingfoot’s punishment? Did Forestleaf fight the Riverland Captain Rainfall from Field Colony all by herself? Is Forestleaf the reason Hazelfur is always sick? Does Forestleaf not want certain cats to go to the Moonlight Gathering?

Forestleaf overhears these rumors, but never humors them. No cat would dare directly question her about them. She knows her duties. Other cats are soft, but Forestleaf see’s herself as the rock Field Colony can depend on.

#tascloudedmoon #fieldcolony #Second #Forestleaf

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hadesrise · 2 years ago

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## in your name !!

summary──── you unexpectedly defend barty from your friends.

pairings──── bartemius “barty” crouch jr. x hufflepuff!male reader

warnings──── sfw content, foul language, sunshine and sunshine protector trope, discrimination, asshole friends, friends to lovers, badassery lol, people are a lot prejudiced in this

author’s note──── i headcanon him as ravenclaw, sorry. also i think hufflepuffs are scary as fuck when they’re mad. I DO NOT HATE LILY OR JAMES AND SIRIUS. please don't misunderstand that 🥲

Unpleasant whispers filled the Great Hall particularly from Gryffindor’s table as everyone watched the little-to-no-good trio take a seat on the Hufflepuff’s table and settle themselves there uncaring of the whispers, Barty sitting down right beside you while Evan and Regulus sat on the opposite side. Despite noticing the unpleasant looks being thrown at your company, you smiled at Barty after seeing how comfortable and relaxed he seemed.

“Hey, B.” You softly greeted, eyes twinkling in admiration and cheerfulness. “Nice to see you lads too, Evan and Regulus.” Greeting politely, Evan and Regulus each sent you a small smile before falling into a calm conversation with one another, which made you wonder why they’re here in the first place, but you figured it’s because Barty’s here.

“How’s your potions class?” Barty questioned, starting off with casual conversation while beginning to eat.

The Marauders watched as you respond to Barty with a kind smile on your face and not an ounce of hatred nor distaste for being surrounded by the three most infamous persons in Hogwarts, aside from Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix Black. The softness of your expression didn’t even change. No one understands how a golden boy like you could hang out with people like... them, considering you’re the most kindest, softest, brightest person Hogwarts has ever had. You’re easily approachable and has the heart of gold that is almost impossible to be tainted, treating everyone equally while plastering on that pleasant smile of yours.

You’re practically a walking safe space for everyone. Reliable, trustworthy, loyal, patient, generous, kind, humorous, ambitious, all of them combined is what you are — a perfect person.

Or at least, that’s how others perceive you. Though, it’s not their fault for seeing you like that, you figured.

The way you’ve presented yourself in public is probably why they think of you as this perfect and divine person that is always good and never evil. You’re kind of flattered by them, but it also makes you feel as if expectations are squeezing down your throat hard.

“How the fuck does he tolerate him?” Sirius Black exclaimed in genuine confusion, referring to you engaging in conversations with a guy who clearly meant bad news.

“Language,” Remus Lupin, without looking up from his book, scolded gently. “I’m sure it’s because he has more patience than you. He also doesn’t seem to care what other people say.”

“But it’s not good for him to be hanging out with Barty, don’t you think?” Lily Evans worriedly spoke from beside Remus as Marlene Mckinnon, who sat by her side, nodded in agreement. They knew how nice you were, so seeing you carelessly talk to Barty without hesitation makes them worried, especially when Barty’s practically apart of the Slytherins that are far from pleasant from how much time he spends with them instead of his own house. They knew him, and he definitely cannot be called a good person.

“Er... We don’t know for sure.” Peter shrugs, “I mean, it’s really not for us to decide who he should hang out with.”

“Peter’s right,” Remus immediately agreed, “There’s not much we can do if he’s hanging out with them. It’s not our business, and even though he’s kind, I don’t think he would appreciate anyone butting their heads into his business. After all, he has his own thoughts.”

Even then, Lily was worried while Sirius did not understand. They returned their attention to you and Barty after hearing your laughter erupt in the Great Hall amongst murmurs and talkings of other students, seeing you playfully punching Barty’s arm and him having an overly amused and proud look on his face for making you laugh. You seem to be fairly enjoying yourself in Remus’ and Peter’s perspective, but of course, those who have a childish disdain towards Slytherin and their associates would rather be blind to it than face the reality.

You’re clearly happy with having Barty as a friend and certainly doesn’t mind who he hangs out with; endlessly friendly and nice to his two best friends, even greeting them with a warm smile. As a matter of fact, it made you seem more matured than anyone else, how you never discriminate, judge, accuse or hate anyone based on their house, rumours, or first impressions. You see everyone for who they are, not what people think of them as.

Resting his elbow on the table and chin on his palm, Barty simply admired you as you talk about your day while putting some meals on his plate, making sure none of the meals contained his least favorite food. “Defense against the Dark Arts is such an entertaining lesson, B. It certainly levels up my defensive spells. I’ve been practicing them where no one will get harmed and proudly, I’ve improved a lot.” You told with utter excitement as you finished putting meals on his plate, moving to put some on your plate next. “I could show you later if you want? And perhaps, you can give me feedbacks on what I should work on.”

Barty was almost too busy admiring you, though he was quick to respond. “That’s a brilliant. Maybe we could even duel once you’ve mastered it."

You winced, “Can you not go hard on me? I’m still not confident with my duelling, you know.”

“Oh well, confidence is the key!” Barty says with excitement, genuinely wanting to duel with you. “You should try being full of yourself and think, ‘I can fucking do this’ ‘cause it works. That’s how I got pass that bloody awful Divination class.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if it was the worst ever experience of his life.

A giggle erupted from your throat, which made Barty’s lips twitch up to form a smile. It may be unexpected to others, but to you, Barty always smiled and you witnessed every single one of those moments.

“Professor McGonagall will hex you if she hears that,” You joked while still laughing, leaning on him.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder to keep you on his side, grinning. “That’s just an if, you know.” Wiggling his brows, you giggled at his silliness and also wrapped an arm around his waist naturally, gaining a few raised brows and looks from other houses.

Evan and Regulus merely smiled at your interaction before scowling and exchanging eye contact, people’s reactions catching their attention despite being mild. It’s absolutely unpleasant, how they look at you and Barty as if you’re doing something criminal. They look at you with such disapproval that couldn’t help but cause Evan and Regulus to furrow their brows and narrow their eyes — it’s almost unbelievable how everyone loves you when you’re with your own house, Gryffindors, or Ravenclaws, but when you hang out with Slytherins or anyone close to them, you’re suddenly unlikable. As if you were the Public’s property, like you’re supposed to do what they tell you to do. It feels almost as if they want to control who you hang out with.

It’s more than unpleasant, the two Slytherin thought. It’s awful, how everyone seemingly wants you to act the way they expect you to.

Do you even realise the way those people who you consider friends look at you whenever you hang out with Barty? Have you ever looked around to see their eyes screaming disappointment? What would you think once you notice?

Barty seemed to be putting all his trust in you, nearly taking his heart out for you to carry it around; they don’t want their best friend to lose someone who’s literally the safe place and comfort zone. They were worried about Barty, but also worried for you.

Unfortunatelly, worrying made them miss the way you piercingly stared at someone who looked at Barty with disgust when he wasn’t looking, before plastering on an angelic smile to your best friend as soon as the bastard flinched and looked away.

I hope no one attempts to cut my patience off today, you thought with a smile while listening to him talk enthusiastically about the fun time he messed with Lucius’ potion so bad that it exploded on Snape, not knowing you’ll be in for a surprise later on.

“What are you up to later?” Evan questioned as the three of them strolled through the hallway and ignored the obnoxious pranksters with red and gold tie, trying to find a place where peace actually exists and no judgmental look from anyone.

“Studying with (Y/n).” Barty grins, holding up a pile of books. There seems to be little unnoticeable bounces in his steps as excitement bubbles within him.

Regulus gives him a weird look, “Are you pretending to be stupid so you could study with him?”

“What’s the matter with it? It’s not like he’ll know.”

“You are literally a Ravenclaw.”

“Don’t stereotype me, Reg. It’s getting old, you’re old.”

“You’re making it seem as if he’s that stupid enough not to know you’re just pretending.”

An offended gasp was heard.

“No, I am not!”

Evan chuckled at their playful banter.

Despite Regulus seemingly making fun of Barty’s tactics to spend more time with you, Evan knew he was internally happy for their best friend. The heavy expectations from his father has been taking a toll on Barty a lot, which caused some inner doubts to appear that almost always led to mental breakdowns that lasted longer than an hour. He never had been comfortable with anyone besides them and Pandora, and they were truly happy when you accepted Barty warmly without caring about the rumours or how people viewed him. It feels quite relieving to see Barty radiate happiness now.

However, the three of them comes to a halt in the hallway when a voice filled with distaste erupts from the courtyard, asking a particular question to a person no other than you.

“How can you even be with people like them?”

Barty, Evan, and Regulus glanced at one another before walking silently closer and peeking at the courtyard, seeing you sat on the cemented bench while playing Wizard’s Chess with Marlene, surrounded by your friends who were mostly Gryffindors. There’s only one Ravenclaw, the same house as Barty, yet he’s the one who questioned it.

You got distracted to his question as you tilt your head, “What are you talking about?”

The trio quickly ducks when the Marauders come running out of other hallways to the courtyard with loud laughters, definitely disturbing other students, and join you by the bench. Quickly noticing the strange silence, Remus tilted his head. “Why is everyone so quiet?”

“Because Leo asked how he can even spend time with people like them.” Marlene explains shortly with emphasis, which let everyone know exactly who they were talking about.

The werewolf sighs, covering his face and shaking his head. “We’re talking about this again?”

Barty wondered how much had he and his friends been the subject of your conversation, his guts twisting negatively.

“I still am unaware who you’re referring to,” You chimed in with visible confusion, now forgetting about the chess. Silence fills all of them, the Marauders and Lily glancing at each other as Marlene also can’t help but forget the chess, while your other Gryffindor friends look at you as if it’s strange that you still don’t pick up on it.

The Ravenclaw — Leo gives you a look, “Are you dense? I’m talking about Barty Crouch Jr. and his little goons.” He rolled his eyes.

You frowned, “They have a name, if you didn’t know. Regulus Black and Evan Rosier.”

Barty recognised the discomfort and disapproval in your tone, how you seemingly understood quickly that Leo intends to talk ill about them. He didn’t miss the way your shoulders tensed and body language display a defensive gesture, which rarely ever happens. You’re always accepting and welcoming of other people with that big smile plastered on your face; when your body language changes, that just means someone had overstepped your boundaries. No one else seem to realise it.

One of the Gryffindors, Beth, rolls her eyes and gives you a disgusted look. “I don’t know how you can be nice to those Death Eater freaks. Slytherins are literally evil, look at their ancestors!”

“Yeah, they also pick on almost everyone.” Karen agreed, crossing her arms. “I mean, can’t you see how much of a bad influence they are? Barty’s supposed to be hanging out with members from his own house yet here he is, and look how he turned out.”

“I bet his father’s really disappointed and disgusted,” Leo snickered, earning laughter from the two Gryffindor girls.

Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas pulsed their lips into a thin line as Remus and Peter frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the insults and comments that crosses the line, while James and Sirius fell silent since even though they had personal dislike for Slytherin, they wouldn’t go as far as your friends were going. Regulus is also Sirius’ brother, and he doesn’t like hearing anyone talk about his little brother like that.

When Sirius opened his mouth to defend his brother, the words end up being stuck in his throat after witnessing how your warm look morphed into an emotionless, expressionless face that made his blood run cold.

“You are fucking pathetic,” You snarled with a low and cold yet loud tone that had made the entire courtyard fall into utter silence as everyone — including others who were just around — look at you with wide, shocked eyes. Your friends visibly flinched at the piercing harsh glare you shot them, calm storms of rage swarming in your eyes that usually displayed warmness and light. They could easily see the way your jaw clenched, which was definitely a sign that they dug their own graves for strong lightning to strike them until they’re nothing but bones and flesh.

Barty also stops in track, finding himself surprisingly intimidated and a bit afraid. Regulus completely went still as Evan slapped a hand over his mouth in shock. It’s already surprising that a Hufflepuff cursed at someone, but to see you, someone who’s always smiling and accepting and kind and unbelievably patient, someone who’s the Golden Boy and practically a gift from divine beings who seemed as if you didn’t even know what anger meant, so enraged? It is beyond jawdropping.

“What—” Karen speaks, but you interrupt.

“Have you ever realised how obnoxious you all sound when you mind my business rather than your own?” You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “It sounds like pathetic cunts who pretend they’re righteous when all they’ve ever been are prejudiced hypocrites who judge others solely on the houses they’re in. You’re much more horrible than the Death Eater freaks you’re talking about.”

“What the bloody hell is your problem!?” Beth shrieked.

“You and your goons, duh.” You retorted while shooting her a look, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Mistreating Slytherins for what their ancestors did is completely childish and immature, especially when it was out of their control. If their ancestors joined the Death Eaters, then the one to be blamed is not them but the ancestors themselves.” You shifted your cold gaze to Leo and Karen, “Yes, I’ve seen the three of them pick on others and told Bartemius to stop, which he did. James and Sirius pick on Snape and other Slytherins a lot, so why haven’t you barked about that yet? Is this a thing where it’s alright when you or other Gryffindors do it, but suddenly evil and terrible when they do it?”

Karen swallows thickly, trying to hold her head high. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Really?” Your mocking tone implied you believed nothing as you stand up from the bench, leaning closer to her. She avoided eye contact, fearful. “What the fuck did you mean then?”

“Why are you like this?” Leo asked, intimidated. “We haven’t done anything wrong.”

You shot him a side-eye, raising your brows. “Think with your brain, Ravenclaw. Why am I like this exactly and are you certain you haven’t done anything wrong?” You plastered on a fake smile, “Honestly, I’m not upset, Leo. I’m enraged. My blood’s boiling within my body. I’m certain you know what enraged means as you’re a clever Ravenclaw, don’t you?”

He bit his lip and looked down in shame.

Barty’s mouth fell agape; what the fuck, he didn’t know you can be so sarcastic like this.

Sighing deeply, you stared at him from head to toe and tilted your head, the corner of your lips twisted up. “Bartemius is clearly wiser and smarter, though.” You shrugged, “At least he knows not to befriend a cunt like you.”

Lily steps closer to stop you, “Hey… I think that’s enough.”

“Not precisely, Evans. And don’t think I don’t know about how you think of Bartemius as well.” You look at her, unimpressed.

“We were just worried about you...” She whispered softly.

“What’s there to be worried of?” You snapped. “You all are treating Bartemius as if he and his friends are cold-blooded murderers. You see someone spending time with people in green, silver tie and your first thought is they’re horrible. The reason they become evil and horrible is because of people like you. Because you can’t and refuse to believe there’s good in them, because you would rather believe they can be anything but good than actually see who they are. You cannot handle being non-judgmental.”

Remus and Peter couldn’t help but smile at the truth in your words. The others still can’t react to your unusual change.

You sneered at your former friends, “And I hope you know you’re fucking pathetic and disgusting.” Utter disdain filled your expression, “Find someone else to cling onto. I’d rather be with Bartemius than you imbeciles.” Barty smiles happily at that as he subconsciously slips out of the shadow and into the courtyard. Regulus and Evan follows, standing a couple of steps behind. The Marauders noticed them immediately, eyes widening.

Ignoring the tears blimming in the Gryffindors’ eyes, you turn around only to face them back again, stepping closer with a death glare. “By the way, Leo. You ever insult Bartemius like that again with that filthy mouth of yours and I’ll fucking hex you.” You threatened before stepping back and waving goodbye with a seemingly friendly smile.

Everyone watch you turn around and jump slightly after bumping into Barty, who instantly beamed with happiness and joy radiating off of him, another thing that flabbergasted everyone.

“Oh Merlin! Hey, B!” You greet with the welcoming look now back on your expression, smiling warmly. “How long have you been standing there? And Regulus and Evan too.”

“Since the beginning, although we were hiding before you defended us.” Barty chuckled, his friends smiling behind him. He was trying to seem casual, but everyone noticed how he failed to hide the smile that’s been threatening to spread fully across his face.

“Don’t mind them, B. They’re just bitter ‘cause you rejected Leo three months ago.” You giggle, feeling better and calm now that Barty’s around, shoulders relaxed and body language displaying peaceful comfortable gesture.

Barty felt his heart swell at the realisation that you truly trusted him and would never change your treatment of him no matter what anyone says, finally having the confirmation that he, in fact, does like you. Who wouldn’t when you’re this amazing? He was already feeling it, but to actually realise it was the right thing to happen? He can’t fucking contain it.

He can’t help but to shake his head with the biggest smile anyone has ever seen him have, “Bloody hell, I really do like you a lot.”

You froze at that.

Barty widened his eyes, about to take back, when you pulled him by his nape with one hand and kissed him gently. Evan whistled as Regulus let out a chuckle and high fived each other. Barely able to kiss you back, disappointment appears in his face after you pulled away too soon.

A smirk spreads across your lips, “You’ll get more later. You’re a good boy, after all.” You lightly tugged the hair on his nape before walking away and winking at Regulus and Evan.

“What— Wait— love, come on!” Barty stutters at the praise, flustered, as he immediately rushes off to follow you. His friends both turn around to follow him with their eyes, amusement written on their faces.

Regulus smirks, “Walk him like a dog.”

Evan instantly bursts into laughter. Well, at least he now has someone who will defend him in his name.

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bibibbon · 8 months ago

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Todoroki Rei doesn't feel like an actual character.

Her children do, Shoto does, Dabi does, Natsuo and Fuyumi do.

However, Rei just doesn't. We learn about how Endeavor DROVE her insane with his abuse, caused what she believed was the death of one of her children, made her grievously injure another, and locked her away from all of her children for a decade.

She should HATE the guy.

Yet when Endeavor sends those stupid manipulative flowers - she sings his praises and defends him to Natsuo. Tell me how that makes sense.

People have suggested Stockholm syndrome or manipulative psychiatry as reasoning for her inane Endeavor simping despite everything. Yet if this is the case, it should be portrayed tragically, like Harley Quinn is - not portrayed "admirably" and like she is "so kind" like some members of the fandom have called her.

There's also everything to do with Dabi, and I thought surely this revelation should stir up Rei's hatred. Yet it doesn't.

She gives Endeavor a stern telling off with the rest of her children in tow (which we were all cheering at because this is the bare fucking minimum. ) The Touya backstory hits (in part from Endeavor's POV because he's so reliable as the abuser and the cause of this mess 😒. Why didn't you let Touya tell his own story, Hori!?) It scapegoats her and Touya largely to take a lot of the heat off of Endeavor. And then... she tells Shoto as the hero of the family to save Touya.

Umm...no. Just no.

Endeavor is the hero parent. This should be his responsibility - but it should never be on Shoto to save the brother who wants him dead.

Then, in the epilogue, we find her being Endeavor's carer, staring up at her dying son, Dabi.

Do we see her talk with her son, Dabi? Do we see her cry at his state here? - Nope, it is all focused on Endeavor and his guilt/ self pity.

All she is allowed to do is pose with a solemn expression behind Endeavor's wheelchair and smile cutely at her abuser when the story demands it.

The injustice at the abuse victim - incarcerated mental patient - carer of her abuser pipeline Rei's story has taken is so disgusting.

I am horrified and appalled under Hori, Rei will never be free of her abuser and neither will the rest of the Todofam (Endeavor paid for thier new house after all - he still has the power over it and them as an extension of that. Abusive bastard.)

All I can think of is how horrible it is to handle an abuse narrative in such a way - uncaring of what real people this hurts.

THIS 👆👆👆

Yes, Rei doesn't truly feel like a real character at all because of the way she is depicted.

Even though all of the todoroki backstories come from either shoto, Touya or enji we still can see and notice the horror of rei's abuse. Even with there being almost litte to no focus on rei we can still how she suffered and get a general view to how she was driven to insanity.

So just imagine if horikoshi actually allowed rei to have her own proper perspective and we see HER STORY FROM HER VIEW! @thr0wnawayy (puts some of it into deeper perspective) imagine how gut wrenching it would of been and tell me that she would somehow be okay with being enji's caretaker in the end like he isn't at fault for what happend to Touya (touya's death is literally stated to be her final straw and that she fully broke down after that). Imagine rei a young women who tried to do everything for her children and failed, she ended up hurting them even though she wanted and tried to do what she can to protect them.

Rei should ultimately despise enji completely heck there is no reason for her to like him or tolerate his existence at all. I wholeheartedly doubt that her relationship with enji can even be good in the slightest and her having Stockholm syndrome or manipulative psychiatry also to me doesn't make sense at all after the guy put her and her children through straight hell. Why is her opinion of enji somehow swayed after flowers? He doesn't do anything except send flowers (and I don't even think he has always done that) it's like she has no one. It's like the narrative is blatantly ignoring fuyumi and natsou who stay with their mother and keep her company. Heck fuyumi and natsou brought their mother clothes but somehow only enji's flowers hold any significance. What about shoto who after everything also started a relationship with his mum?!?!?

Why the actual hell does the narrative frame enji giving rei flowers as somehow more meaningful and symbolic than her children doing the exact same thing and more for her!!!!

How about we talk about how horrible rei's condition must of been if she and the doctor said that she shouldn't see enji even though she hasn't seen the man for a decade?!?!? How about we talk about how Rei literally said that she was scared of seeing enji even though its been 10 years?!?! Why does the narrative seem to ignore this moment and its exactly when this moment is ignored that her making an appearance face to face with enji holding the flowers he gave her in chapter 300 is such an underwhelming scene. I personally felt such mixed emotions with that scene.

This scene and what comes after it all feels weird to me and it fails on so many notes. Rei comes in holding the flowers enji has given her and we are supposed to interpret this as her finally overcoming her fear of enji and stepping up both as a character and parent but it falls apart because

We aren't that emotionally connected to rei (she should of had her individual arc that tied her to the family and allowed us to see her prespective)

We haven't seen the steps that led her to becoming like this

After she doesn't even properly beat or scold enji at all. It all ends up being a pathetic speech where the narrative seems to shun from putting almost majority of the blame on enji and instead she continually says its her fault (the narrative tries to paint it like it's all of her fault when It isn't she is part of the problem but enji never seems to get that much criticism)

All of these reasons are there to show that Rei doesn't feel like an actual character. She starts and ends the same and even when her son, Dabi ends up in the same position as she starts from she doesn't even speak to him in chapter 426. Actually she tries and all she says is that she has a lot to talk to him about but then enji hogs all the screentime and she stands back separated from the conversation.

Rei, unlike her family is also not written in a way to fit the families dynamic. Her character isn't logical in a way where she is supposed to hate enji after all he did. Rei also doesn't have role unlike the other members of the todoroki family.

We clearly see that fuyumi wanted a happy family and tried her best to keep up appearances.

Dabi absolutely despised his family after he learnt about his creation but ultimately even as he tried to run away he still has memories of playing with natsou and even when on the verge of death in the 2nd war arc he instinctively calls out to them.

Natsou is like dabi in hating enji and wanting to run away except he follows and accomplishes this in a different path.

Shoto is completely trapped and is supposed to be the saviour child whether that be for enji wanting him to be his masterpiece or for rei putting the title of family hero onto shoto (which she shouldn't of done at all)

Enji neglected dabi and he is the reason why dabi was made. Rei acknowledges this multiple times that what touya wanted was his father's love and attention and she even goes to blame herself saying that she should of tried harder into convincing enji to talk and spend time with his son (which she already did before but he flat out refused and ignored her)

After this rei also claims that shoto is the families hero and this puts pressure on shoto to save dabi, his brother who wanted to kill him for being enjis favourite ever though he never asked for it and actually ended up suffering for being enjis favourite.

Yes, shoto reaching out to rei was important for both shoto and her. It symbolised shoto starting to heal and reconnect with his mother whom he cared about so much and for rei it was a new hope for her and a new goal to be a good mum to reconnect with her child. However, shoto isn't the families hero. He doesn't need all of the families problems on him and he for sure doesn't need to solve them all especially when enji was the one to cause them specifically the ones to do with dabi.

Ultimately I stand by the choice that enji should of died in the first war arc giving more focus to shoto and the rest of the family members.

Enji would die in the line of duty so you would probably have a lot of people try and excuse his behaviour and this would be a good way to explore how this negatively effects the todoroki family and dabi who grows to have even more resentment and has to learn that shoto's life was full of suffering under being enji's favourite.

Rei should of had an arc that tied her into the jaku hospital arc where she learns about touya and stands up to enji at the same time while coming face to face with a lot of the new information and maybe even learning about genten himura her distant cousin. There is so much that could be done with rei and all we got in Canon was a horrible non existent arc where she is used to prop up her abuser!

In the end enji doesn't face consequences for his actions (being disabled isn't a consequence) and his whole dance in hell with dabi ain't even effective because enji hasn't experienced true hell (not to the extent of dabi). In the end enji still has people and he still has money his hell can be paradise for some people like the villains.

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autistichalsin · 7 months ago

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Honestly, the most reliable way to find out whether someone is really an actual leftist or just likes the aesthetic is by looking at their stances on the human rights of prisoners.

Do you actually think prisoners are still people, or do you think they forfeited their basic rights by being convicted of a crime (and please note the distinction between the terms "convicted of a crime" and "committed a crime," because these are not synonymous). Do you get angry at prisoners having little things that make their lives more tolerable, like books and TVs, OR are you a sadist who growls that they're "there to be punished"? Do you think prisons have an obligation to care for the health of prisoners, seeing as they have no choice but to be there, or do you grumble that "I don't get my healthcare paid for" (in America naturally) and thus think it's the prisoners' fault and not the lack of universal healthcare? Do you see that forcing prisoners to fight wildfires for cents an hour is slavery, or do you think slavery is an acceptable punishment? Do you think it's only basic common sense to offer pathways for prisoners to get a GED during their sentences- which is proven, time and again with empirical evidence, to reduce recidivism rates- or do you think it's not fair to pay for educating "lowlife criminals"? Do you think the death penalty is the ultimate infringement on human rights even in the best circumstances, and a tool for miscarriage of justice at worst given how many innocent people have been convicted, or does your desire to enjoy the suffering of the "right people" make you support it? Do you understand that prison systems are a tool for enforcing structural oppression, particularly towards people of color, poor people, queer people, and the mentally ill, or do you think that's just an acceptable cost for making sure the bad guys get punished? Do you care that the bad guys actually DON'T get punished seeing as how wealthy white rapists almost universally go free, or do you just enjoy the comfort of your imagined scenario too much to let go of it?

Prisons are the real true litmus test for self-proclaimed leftism because the standards are so low that they're in hell and most still can't even match those

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Champeis relationships with NRC students! (and some of my friends ocs 😋)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS: He admires how hardworking and strict she is with herself. Thinks shes one of the only reliable people in this school. || Champei treats him with respect, but avoids interacting with him at all costs. She cant stand his constant yelling (especially with her chronic headaches and migraines) and low temper- learn to control yourself in public man. (<- her thoughts not mine..)

TREY CLOVER: He's seen her around, and has heard of how dependable she can be. Although, he does get a little creeped out by her aura, he likes her as a person. || Trey is 1 of 5 people that Champei is able to tolerate being around without a migraine. She prefers his presence over most students, thats for sure. Only thing keeping her from being around him in peace is Cater.

CATER DIAMOND: He's in the same class as Champei, and he thinks shes totally adorable in like that twilight from mlp way. Although shes definitely a lot more standoffish than most people think, shes still pretty nice to him! || Champei hates Cater Diamond. She cannot STAND him tryna talk her up and his slang that she doesnt understand 80% of the time- what the fuck is a fine shyt

ACE TRAPPOLA: She's too uninteresting and kinda blends in with the walls for him to care. He's heard about her being this reliable yet strict person- and he gets total riddle vibes from her.. (without the yelling, which is lowk scarier) || She hasnt interacted with him, but she has definitely seen and heard about the infamous gang of first years that always seem to cause trouble. She just wants an uneventful year without much attention, she cant stand to be around these kids.

DEUCE SPADE: He admires her! Shes helped him with things like getting his hat stuck on a tree or catching him with magic before he falls. He thinks shes the type of student he should strive to be! A super smart, perfect, quiet, and composed honor student! || She thinks the same way about him as she does with Ace. from the few interactions shes had with him, she thinks hes too slow in the head for her liking.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR: He doesnt really care about her. She hasnt really got anything going that would interest him. They respect eachother, and thats about it. || She doesnt like his attitude and how he behaves, but she does appreciate him choosing to leave her alone all the time.

RUGGIE BUCCHI: He didnt really care about her at all until she began giving him her leftovers from lunch. She never finishes her food- so she just leaves it on her table and glances at ruggie. He likes her because of that. || She thinks hes like a little ratty dog that begs for scraps hnder the dining table. Honestly doesnt care about him, but would rather the food doesnt go to waste.

JACK HOWL: He respects her as a senior and skilled student. But thats about it. He can sense she wants to stay independent most of the time and he respects it. || She doesnt really know who he is. Not his fault, she doesnt know even most of the 2nd years- let alone the 1st years.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO: He uses her as an example on what his academic and magical skill levels should look like. He respects her dedication to being alone so she can work by herself, and has tried roping her into many different contracts. Too bad shes too smart for that. || She doesnt like the way he presents himself, but she does respect his "strong eat the weak" sentiment. Honestly, she's almost signed several of his contract deals but the voice in the back of her head always yells at her not to.

JADE LEECH: He doesnt exactly care about her. She's uneventful and boring, there isnt much to think about when it comes to Champei. She flies under his radar practically all the time. || She doesnt actually know who he is besides the fact that hes the vice housewarden of octavinelle. She doesnt bother looking into the people around her, so she just sees Jade as that one tall calm dude that scams people with azul.

FLOYD LEECH: He likes annoying her to get a reaction. The reactions of people who always seem to be composed are a lot funnier, and who else is more composed than Champei? Although, he isnt able to get under her skin most of the time. Thats boring. || She hates this boy so much. Nothing more beyond that, i think you know why.

KALIM AL-ASIM: He likes her! shes a good person and shes always kind to him. But she doesnt ever go to his parties or accept his offers to hang out :( || She doesnt like Kalim. She wants peace and quiet and isolation- not whatever kalim is doing. He brings too much attention wherever he goes, and shes not trying to deal with that.

JAMIL VIPER: He respects her as an accomplished senior and thats about it. They both stick to being pretty formal and distant with one another, and they both know they prefer it that way. || She enjoys the mutual acknowledgment to leave eachother alone. Hes alright.

VIL SCHOENHEIT: He recognizes her skills and the effort she puts into her appearance. Even if she can be irritatingly dedicated to being isolated, he respects her. Not much else to say. || She avoids him if im being honest. He flashy and brings too much attention with him, she doesnt want to interact with someone like that.

ROOK HUNT: He knows theres more to her than she lets on, and hes determined to figure it out. || She hates him. Thats it. He cant keep himself out of her business and it stresses her out.

EPEL FELMIER: Who the hell is Champei? || Who is Epel Felmier? (they both know nothing about eachother)

IDIA SHROUD: Hes in the same class as her and shes just.. scary. She doesnt speak at all and have this uncanny valley vibe.. Its weird. || She doesnt like him and thinks hes a coward. Like she HATES social interaction just as much as he does, but she still goes to class and is nice to the people she hates. 😒

ORTHO SHROUD: He doesnt pay her much mind, but it was intriguing when his scans picked up on two organisms when she was alone. || She avoids this boy like the plague. She cant risk it, he knows too much.

MALLEUS DRACONIA: He knows she has her secrets, but doesnt want to pry or get into it. Shes just another student among the school that he goes to. || Hes kinda scary. She doesnt want to speak with him at all for obvious reasons.

LILIA VANROUGE: He knows she has a parasitic curse on the back of her head and lets her know that he knows. Its fun to tease her, but he also pities and empathizes with her struggles || She knows he knows and shes terrified shitless of talking with the guy. shes always paranoid hes gonna tell people and it makes her so resentful of him.

SILVER VANROUGE: he respects her and doesnt pay her much mind. || She does the same for him. But she doesnt like Lilia, so she has a bias against Silver.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT: Hes too busy focusing on his own things to bother thinking about Champei. Shes just a senior who is capable and dependable. Thats about it. || Everytime Sebek speaks Champei feels like her head is ripping in half. His loud voice and yelling does NOT help eith her chronic migraines- she cant handle being around him. she hates sebek.

PAOYU (MY YUUSONA): Hater meets hater. they both dont like eachother lol.. Paoyu is WAY too loud and attention seeking for Champeis tastes, and Champei is uh. Well she doesnt do anything to be disrespectful or mean to paoyu but shes got those vibes YK? everyone thinks paoyu is insane for disliking Champei but her and grim KNOOWWW shes crazy.

ISASONA @skibidibabygirl : Isasona thinks Champei is pretty and really reliable! Isasona is like the nicest person ever and she also doesnt get to see Champei often, so she thinks shes an introvert and there isnt rlly anything off about her. || Champei doesnt care about ramshackle students. And Isasona also leaves her alone most of the time so she's chill with her. But it can be slightly irritating when she feels a pair of eyes on her from across the hallway.

REI @hrtzbeat : Rei, like paoyu, KNOWS somethings up with Champei. But unlike paoyu, shes more intrigued than weirded out. Rei now does everything she can to find out more information about Champei and does things in an attempt to make her slip. || Champei is so sick of Rei its not even funny.. like "LEAVE ME ALONE" level 5000 😭 shes so done with Rei and she knows shes onto her so she gets all anxious and stressed out whenever Rei strolls by.

EVELYN @ h0neybane : Evelyn and Champei are actually lowk alike??? in some way?? Theyre both introverts with some parasitic beings connected to them. They can lowk get eachother iykiwm its like some unspoken understanding and respect theyre got between eachother.

#champei #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc

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