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that-bi-bitch-writes · 4 years

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Not The Forgiving Type

[Name] was a kind kid. He was poised to be number one until shit hit the fan. But he wasn't gonna let his dream die no matter who got in the way.

The one where All Might neglects his son a little. The son eventually goes apeshit and hurts the people that wronged him on his journey to becoming the Number One Hero

Warnings: Major Character Death, Vengeance, Murder, Blood Mentions, Religious Themes/Imagery, Christianity is not portrayed in a good light, All Might is compared to God, There is no good guy, sad ending.

The thing that [Name] hates most is his smile.

Christians believe that every human was born with sin. As such, you spend every day of your life abstaining from further sins as you try to erase the red from your ledger. You’re encouraged to do acts of service, not to win the favor of God but from the kindness of your heart. Because you care about people. Yet not doing those acts of service puts you years behind if you aim to present God with a clean ledger.

[Name] was kind. It wasn’t something that came natural to him nor was it particularly easy all of the time but he made the effort. Be kind to others, the family motto. His father was like God to the people he saved. Keeping a smile on his face as if at the shine of his teeth all life’s problems would flash away. And he’d give grand speeches for no other reason than he could.

“Power” his father would say grandstanding “is for the strong to be able to protect the week” [Name]’s father had the kind of power that made the weak feel untouchable. All might would save them. They were sure of it. [Name] was sure of it too.

‘Daddy’s so strong’ [Name] thought ‘I’m gonna be strong too.’ It was a shared thought between the two actually. He was the son of the number one. The son of God. Destined to bear the weight of everyones sins. The reincarnation, who stretches himself thin for the sake of saving others. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Strong should his resolve be, lest that head roll off of his shoulders.

[Name] was four when he got his quirk. Yagi was ecstatic. There was a slim chance that the boy would be born quirkless like Yagi himself and [Name]’s mother wasn’t in the picture. A one night stand who was paid off after she showed up on his doorstep with a baby. There was no way to be completely certain what would happen, but he believed. Hoping for all hope his little boy would be strong. At the proud look on his dad’s face, [Name] smiled. He would continue to make his father proud.

At the age of nine [Name] had all but mastered said quirk. He was a prodigy who’d trained with heroes like Nighteye, and Eraserhead practicing both combat and battles of quirk. Within the next year All Might finally thought [Name] was ready. And sometime after [Name]’s 10th birthday Yagi sat him down to talk about the possibility of him being the next person to wield One For All. [Name] was more than shocked to hear that his dad had been quirkless and possessed a rare, powerful quirk. In his nervousness all he could manage was a smile, a wide confident smile that masked all his hesitation and surprise.

“I’ll be the next number one hero dad” [Name] said “And i’ll make you proud”

Yagi gave his son a matching smile “You already have. And I can’t wait to see what you will do in the future my boy”

At age 13 [Name] took down his first villain. It was illegal of course, but things are easily swept under the rug when you’re the child of God. But why should he have been punished? He was doing good for the sake of good. Saving others with a smile on his face. That was the family motto. It mattered not that the streets were stained with the villain’s blood. No, he was a hero. Heroes saved the day by defeating the villain and giving hope to the people. His actions should please God.

“He’s not ready”

“He’s my son”

“And that’s why you can’t be impartial. Take a break, spend some time with [name] and teach him how to be a hero”

[Name] creeped closer to his bedroom door at the sound of the furious whispers trying to figure out who was talking about him and why. He leaned his head against the door not risking the chance that if he opened it to take a peak he could be seen or heard.

“He’s a great kid, with a powerful quirk. He cares about stopping injustice, and he gives people hope. Like I did. He’s primed to be my successor”

“All might you know I think of you as a great hero. But he’s too much like you”

‘Nighteye’ [Name] realized

“I think he spends too much time trying to be like you that he doesn’t know the true meaning of heroics. You’re right he’s a great kid but I don’t think he’s ready for the kind of responsibility that comes with One For All.”

“Who else if not him?”

Nighteye paused, and answered cautiously “I met a kid. Resembles you in looks, a little more than [Name] does. He has a strong work ethic and made his debut into class 1B at UA. His quirk isn’t exactly strong but he’s made it so. Give him a chance”

Toshinori gave a hesitant “maybe” and the conversation ended there.

Betrayal felt like a sharp stabbing sensation. Nighteye, his precious mentor doesn’t think he’s ready enough. Doesn’t want him to succeed. Wants his father to mentor another kid because he doesn’t believe in [Name]. Ouch.

The next morning, [name] is quieter. More unsure of himself as he asks his dad to stop training with Nighteye. The relationship between All Might and Nighteye is frayed and [Name] knows that. He’s the glue keeping them together so to get back at Nighteye, [Name] will sever the connection between idol and fan. He doesn’t need Nighteye, he just needs to please his dad. He’ll train on his own and become number one. Praise be to God.

Hands gliding through the air, [Name] played with a bright red colored mist that flowed through his fingers and gathered in the palms of his hands. He would flex them, some fingers pointing down, others curled inward as if he were grabbing something with that finger only. Depending on the weight of the object he moved, his arms would flex too.

In a fight his stance became wider, more sturdy almost as if actually shouldering the weight of the object. His knees bent when he planted himself into the ground, resisting the push and pull of gravity as he lifted things with a thought and a flick of his hands. He was powerful. The kind of powerful that makes you smirk at your opponent, not because you underestimate them but just because you know you’ll win. It’s a long hard road to becoming that powerful and [Name] was damned if he wasn’t going to show it. The perfect venue was coming up too. The UA Entrance Exams.

[Name] unconsciously used his quirk to stop something from landing in the koi pond he’d been walking past. “Poor fishies” [Name] thought as he grabbed the floating book. It read ‘Hero Analysis For the Future’ He casually flipped through it, silently asking for forgiveness. He’s not a snooper; he just needed a little guidance if he was going to be the best. It was a little burnt but thorough. He heard the noise of a bunch of boys walking by and he looked up. At the sight of Bakugou [Name]’s eyes flashed red. Bakugou looked away and scowled knowing he couldn’t beat the son of the Number One hero. Not yet.

“Oh [Name]-senpai you found my book”

“Izuku-kun. I came to you for advice. But also just because I wanted to see you.”

“Of course! We’re friends you can ask me anything”

“I’ve been training a lot on my own recently because I wanted to surprise my dad with my progress but pretty soon I think I’m gonna ask him to personally train me. The UA entrance exams are pretty soon. And I want to make him proud”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine! You’re a great hero already with an amazing quirk. I think he’ll be proud of you no matter what you do”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive”

“Thanks. I’ve gotta go train, my exams are way sooner than yours. You’ve still got about 10 months right?”

“You honestly think I can make it senpai?”

“I don’t know. But I like you and you’ve got the right attitude so I want to support you. Who knows maybe you’ll make history as a quirkless hero.”

[Name] smiled and bid Izuku farewell as he headed off in the opposite direction intending to train even harder to become the number one. Everything in his life was primed so he would be the best. He was Icarus chasing after the sun on his man-made wings. But he was determined not to fall, not to drown and he refused to fail even if the sun burned him up upon first contact.

[Name] passed his entrance exams and was ranked number one in the incoming first year class. His first number one. The sports festival being his next goal, and once he finally had One For All, there’d be no one to stop him. He was sure of it. And that’s what he wanted to tell his father the day Yagi came home and excitedly told him he’d met and befriended a young boy from Mustafu called Izuku Midoriya. [Name] smiled brightly happy that the two of them had met and instead promised himself to bring the topic up the next morning.

The opportunity never came considering All Might had gone missing from the house every morning before [Name] woke up and he’d come home deflated and exhausted. [Name] would just smile at the exhausted Yagi and make the two of them dinner or tuck Yagi into the bed when he’d fall asleep on the couch. It was pretty easy for a telekinetic to tuck their dad into bed without waking him. Sometimes [Name]’s eyes and hands would glow and he’d flutter his fingers near Yagi’s temple sending him sweet dreams. After about two months of this [Name] decided to confront Yagi, and he camped out on the couch that faced the front door. When Yagi tried to sneak out [Name] spoke up

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve got some work to do early this morning”

“Everyday for two months?”

Yagi’s eyes widened, not knowing [Name] noticed his habits. And that was a part of the problem. [Name] paid attention to everything, he was a strategist who had a degree in All Might. It was how he and Midoriya became friends in the first place and why they continued to get along so well

“I’ve been training”

“For what” [Name] asked and at the slight downturn of his father’s smile he realized he’d been asking the wrong questions. “Where?” He received silence

“Who are you training dad? And don’t lie to a mind reader”

“I’ve been training Young Midoriya”

“For his entrance exams? Why not invite me? The two of us are friends and I can teach him how to spar”

“It’s just between the two of us, no need to wear yourself thin. Focus on training for the sports festival”

“I’ve been trying to ask you to train me. This is the perfect opportunity”

“Perhaps later my boy”

The disappointment barely got a chance to sit on [Name]’s face before he smiled “Have fun dad. Tell him good luck for me, yeah?” Yagi nodded and headed out the door, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. [Name] was a good kid.

[Name] returned to training alone, and cleaning up after his dad, and going to school, and listening to his dad lie, and smiling. But the feeling that he was missing something took over him and set him on edge. So he went for a walk. And who better to find than Izuku Midoriya and his dad training on a beach. [Name] reached up a hand to wave at them before realizing this is what was setting him on edge. His dad was paying more attention to his quirkless kohai than his own son. He felt another stabbing sensation similar to when Nighteye had betrayed him but this time the pain was in his chest and didn’t go away. It was accompanied by the desire to cry. And so [Name] stood there hysterical with a smile on his face and tears streaming down his cheeks. The taste of snot reaching his tongue through his teeth.

[Name] waited for them to finish training before he followed Izuku pretending to just casually bump into the boy. “Oh wow Izuku you’re shaping up. My dad says you’ve been training lately” [Name] knew the boy was horrible at lying and would probably nervously blurt out the truth between the two, and if he didn’t there was always the option of reading his mind.

“Hehe, yeah” Izuku chuckled nervously

“So what’re you training for exactly? I know you’re aiming for UA but what’s your strategy for passing the exams? Just regular old strength training?”

“Actually All Might’s been training me for something else entirely. I’ve got to go but I’ll talk about it more with you later okay?” Midoriya screamed behind him as he put some distance between the two. He was smart, smart enough not to look in [Name]’s direction anytime he lied, a strategy that kept him safe for months. All good things must come to an end.

[Name] showed up on the beach one afternoon and demanded to know what was happening. His expression was serious and his eyes glowed the moment they tried to placate him.

“I’ve been training Young Midoriya to be a hero” All Might started

“Yes I know that”

“More accurately his successor” Midoriya finished

“Wait what” [Name] frowned

“I knew you approved of Young Midoriya becoming a hero and when I saw him save Young Bakugou from the attack I saw myself in him”

“I’M supposed to be your successor. You don’t see yourself in me? Your son?”

“Bubs-”

“Don’t Bubs me. And You!” [Name] whipped around furious, hurt in his eyes as he faced Midoriya “I told you all I ever wanted was to be like my father and make him proud. I befriended you and protected you when I could. On the day of the attack I told you I wanted to train with him and you stole him. You took him right from under me.”

“I’m sorry” Midoriya stuttered out “But you have a quirk. You don’t know what it’s like being powerless and picked on. He gave me a way out”

[Name] looked at Midoriya sympathetically, simultaneously wanting to reach out and hug the boy but also wanting to make him suffer. At [Name]’s conflicted silence Midoriya continued “Senpai, please. Can’t you just be happy for me? I’m finally getting to live my dream”

[Name] looked at him apathetically “Why would I be happy you sacrificed my dream for yours?”

“Please” they begged and oddly enough, they begged in harmony “Don’t go. Forgive us, we didn’t mean to hurt you” Their eyes were pleading almost as if they knew the second he turned his back on them, it would be the end of their relationship. [Name] got a high off of their suffering. It was the first time in months he’d truly felt happy. They got a taste of what he’d been feeling.

‘This is karma’ [Name] thought ‘God’s in his heaven and all's right with the world’ He looked at the two of them and smiled. A reassuring smile. They let out breaths they didn’t know they were holding in as he laid a hand on the side of each of their heads. “I’m sorry” he said sickeningly sweet “I’m not the forgiving type”

Neither All Might nor Midoriya had time to react before [Name]’s eyes glowed and he sent them into a nightmare where they were abandoned and lonely calling out for help only to be betrayed. [Name] walked home with his head feeling more clear than it had in weeks. He’d always thought of his father as God. And if he were God that would make [Name] Jesus.

God made Judas, and All Might made a hero out of Midoriya.

Things were awkward in [Name]’s house after that. Yagi and Izuku were still training, and so Yagi would come home to a dark house and no son to greet him. If [Name] was around when Yagi got home, he’d pretend not to notice or leave the room immediately and have his things float up to his room. Yagi knocked on his son’s door one day and though he got no response he knew [Name] was listening.

“You can still be a great hero my boy. I know you’ll do great things”

“There’s no room for me to be Number One while One For All exists”

Yagi was disheartened and walked away leaving it at that. The day of the entrance exams was coming up and Izuku would finally receive One For All. He hoped they could take it one day at a time from there, considering they’d all be attending the same school for the next few years. Midoriya went on to pass the entrance exams and earned a spot in class 1A. Yagi was ecstatic and Midoriya got a taste of what it felt like to be a hero.

The UA Sports Festival made for a grand spectacle where Izuku Midoriya had called out to the world and said “I Am Here”. He showcased an amazing power but also his poor control over said power. About a week after the festival, Izuku was attacked by villains who believed the key to his strength was in his DNA. They knew he wouldn’t sit still and let them pluck hairs, so the easiest way was to make him bleed. They ambushed him, subdued him and took him to a second location where he was bled and beaten to death. His body was found a week after his disappearance. Broken arms, legs and lacerations all over his body. The police suspected most of his injuries came from him trying to escape.

The villains couldn’t remember why they took him. The harder they tried to remember the worse their heads hurt and their eyes would glow red. Even Naomasa with his lie detector couldn’t pick up the truth. All the villains knew was that his blood was supposed to give them a boost, like some of the other illegal quirk boosters on the market. The suspects were released on bail and disappeared several hours later.

All might of course felt responsible and was weighed down with guilt. He had killed Young Midoriya through his own negligence. Heavy is the head that wore the crown. Yagi was strong enough to keep his head on his shoulders but he could not move from the position he was in.

He recalled a conversation between himself and [Name] a day or two after Midoriya’s disappearance. The boy who hadn’t smiled once since their fight on the beach gave a twisted smile as he asked “How’s your successor doing? Have they found his body yet?

Yes, All Might had done this to Young Midoriya himself. He played the part of instigator and now he was the secret keeper. He was to bear the sins of his son and himself as he prayed that unlike [Name], Young Midoriya up in heaven was of the forgiving type.

#male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #all might #that-bi-bitch-writes

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bl-reccomendations · 3 years

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Kozure Omega to Boukun Yakuza by Nagano Azumi 3.8/5

New Omega mother Tatsumi snaps at the yakuza Ryuuga and catches his interest. Cajoled and pampered... the start of a life as a yakuza's wife!

Tasuketa Yakuza ni Nerawaretemasu by Makina Yoichi 2/5

Tanaka Koutarou, a taxi driver who works in the countryside, loves his uneventful life more than anything. One day, he ends up saving a yakuza, Kurokawa Hozumi, whose abdomen was bleeding. A few weeks later, under the guise of attempting to return the favour, Hozumi pins Koutarou down...

"I’ll do my best to entertain you"

Shinkonsan by Chishanomi 2/5

They were 6 yrs. old when they met. The one who would break Takara?s peaceful days to pieces was a transfer student from the city. Despite constantly fighting, twenty years later, they ended up getting married?! His partner, Saionji Kyousuke, is a stubborn, self-confident man who hates people. He says ?hate? a lot even though he is a handsome man, but Takara can?t leave him alone and knows that deep inside, he has a pure heart.

Pop One's Cherry by Yuri Azul 3/5

"Please let me go, my husband," "If you can say it cutely, will I let you go?" The two are considered perfect alphas. The two, who are not particularly close to each other, have been childhood friends since they were small and have a bad relationship. It changes when Sakima goes into heat and starts groping himself while sniffing the scent off of Renji's uniform. Renji is said to be an honor student by the people around him, but in reality, he is a genuine Sadist who loves to tie up and bully his partners... Not only was it found by the guy who he didn't want to find it out the most, but he is now also tampered with and disturbed by Sakima's ...!??

Jijii No Koi by Esusuke Croe 2/5

#manga #manga recommendation #bl manga #yaoi manga #yaoi #under 4 rating

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zukkababey · 4 years

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Ok a zukka fic idea: so after the war Sokka decides to stay in the fire nation with zuko. But first he does have to cover some things in the water tribes. He spends some time in the south trying to make tentative alliances and treaties and such. He also helps oversee the reconstruction effort and migrations from the sister tribe. He takes a short break to spend time in the fire nation (for business only... not because he misses a certain fire lord...). (1) - 🐼

So he goes back to the fire nation before he heads up north, to meet with other nobles that aren’t in the southern water tribe. And zuko comes with him. They are both pining still, because they are both idiots. But one day (either the first day or sometime during their visit) someone tries to attack zuko. Mainly Bc they still blame him for the previous damage or just Bc he’s the from the fire nation or he’s the fire lord. I also think it would make it interesting if it was yue’s fiancé. (2) -🐼

So someone tries to attack zuko, but right before zuko can react or the attack hits him, sokka jumps in the way to protect zuko. And he falls off into the water. When they retrieve him he’s unconscious and barely alive. The healers can only do so much and he remains unconscious. We see zuko promptly break down over this. And he regrets never telling sokka how he feels and stuff. And maybe we sokka is aware of what’s happening around him. Maybe he’s in the spirit world. (3) -🐼

So sokka’s unconscious...... and he’s getting worse. The healers notice this. Zuko notices this. Sokka knows this. But the in the spirit world we see Yue. And she saves him. Kinda like how the moon did that for her before she does that for sokka now. And he wakes up with white hair and maybe a moon marking or something. Then we see the aftermath. Sokka has to deal with Yue saving him and seeing her again. Zuko has to deal with almost losing sokka. (4) -🐼

They end up together ofc. But yeah idk. What do you think? - 🐼

this is SUCH A GOOD IDEA and it’s a really clever way to incorporate @peachieflame’s moon spirit sokka into a post-canon zukka au! i seriously love everything about this.

maybe seeing yue again would really cement in sokka’s brain how much his love for her was mostly infatuation, and how what he feels for zuko goes so, so much deeper than that. her and sokka would have many a beautiful conversation during their time together, i think.

she’d do something that would allow them to visit sokka’s room where he’s been healing. they’d be able to see zuko sitting at his bedside, holding one of sokka’s hands between both of his, knuckles against his lips.

in the spirit world, yue and sokka would talk about deep stuff, but i think they’d also have a lot of fun, too. finally yue would be able to show someone all the fun spots in the spirit world that she’d never been able to share with anyone else. she kind of wants sokka to stay with her forever, but she knows that ultimately, it’s not his time yet. i think deep in her heart, she’d know that it’s her duty to give some of the moon spirit life energy to sokka, and bring him back to the land of the living.

(i like to think sokka would wake up with a massive mark/tattoo because of the time he spent in the spirit world - a koi fish across the expanse of his back and flowing water that would curl over one shoulder and down his arm, and stretch down his opposite leg, to remind him what saved his life.)

throughout his time in the spirit world, sokka would have checked up on zuko SO MUCH that he’d be pretty damn sure that his feelings are returned. he’d have overheard so many conversations and little snippets that zuko would whisper to him. (maybe when zuko is specifically speaking to him, sokka can hear him no matter where in the spirit world he is. he’ll be sitting on a tree stump with yue and he’ll just hear zuko’s quiet rasp of “please, sokka. please come back to me.”) sokka would want to get back right then and there, but yue holds his wrist so he can’t get very far, and says, “not yet.”

one day, yue will press a hand to sokka’s heart, and say, “it’s time.” she presses harder, and oh, that kind of hurts. he feels a prickling sensation across his back and arm and leg, and a burning across his whole body that he hasn’t felt since the ice water dragged him into its depths.

but then he’s blinking his eyes open and zuko’s right there, and then they kiss and talk about how head over heels in love they are and live happily ever after 😌

#I LOVE THIS AUUUUUUUU #zukka #moon spirit sokka #anonymous #answered

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yutahoes · 4 years

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Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Sixteen)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Abuse, Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

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16. Broken

“(Y/N)?” Jaehyun asked Yuta. “It’s been two days. She hasn’t called once.” He claimed, making the older guy shake his head. “You don’t know where she is?”

Taeyong just gave a worried look over at his friend. “Yuta, is something wrong? Why are you so protective of her?” he asked. “If she needed help, she should have called. She knew your number.”

But it only made the guy more worried. What if something bad happened to her? What if she’s hurt once again? Two days of not calling him are pretty normal but two days of not going to work are weird enough. Jungwoo said that maybe it was Johnny who gave her days off but the older claimed that he didn’t. But he’s also not that strict with their work attendance as long as they can finish the work assigned to them. The third day came and there’s still no news about her.

Once again, Yuta found himself in front of their house. That quiet house. An older woman went out and knocked on his car door, saying that the man of the house left early that morning with his luggage. Did he leave? Yuta thought. Then where is (Y/N)? When he asked the older woman, she said that (Y/N) never returned to the house and the place is pretty vacant now. But she told him that she’s coming home, Johnny said the same thing. So where exactly is she?

“Can I check the house?” he asked and the landlady agreed, handing him the keys to the house and letting him in. It was the same as when he went inside before but shards of glass filled the floor and if not careful, someone can easily get hurt. There really is no sign of anyone and a faint smell of blood is all he can smell.

He remembered her room so she tried to enter it for any signs of her but it is locked from the inside. Only one possibility, she’s still here. He kept on knocking, even calling her name, but there’s no response from the inside. He called Jungwoo asking if he can call (Y/N) and just minutes later, he heard a faint sound coming from the inside. She is indeed here.

Yuta tried locating the key for her door but even if he found the right key, it won’t open as if something is blocking it. “(Y/N), it’s Yuta. Open up. I know you’re inside.” He tried begging for her but there’s still no response. With no other choice, he used force to open the door which caused it to break the hinges. The room was so dark, the only light he can make up is the phone by her bed. “(Y/N)!” he called, looking around the room for any signs of her.

A faint sound can be heard next to a large cabinet and he tried to open it up, surprised to see her falling down the large furniture. She was cold as ice and her lips were chapped. “Yah, what happened?” Worry is evident in his voice as he carried her to his car. He needed to bring her to the hospital immediately. He covered his jacket on her to at least keep her warm. “(Y/N), hey, wake up. Can you hear me?”

“Yuta?” she called weakly. “Please don’t bring me to the hospital.” And Yuta stopped driving immediately. What? “They’ll ask what happen. Please, I don’t want him to end up in prison again.” She begged, desperately trying to open her eyes and stay awake. “Please Yuta. Save my dad.” She’s in this state yet she’s still thinking about the person who hurt her. Doesn’t her dad know how lucky he is to have (Y/N) as a daughter? Why did she have to suffer all of this?

Instead of the hospital, he brought her to his apartment. He called Jungwoo then his personal doctor to give her a thorough check-up. “You found her just in time. She could have been dead if it’s an hour later.” But he wished that he had found her sooner than that. Even stopping her from going back to that place. “But this is a crime, Yuta. You can report this…” He lightly glanced at her peaceful sleeping face. Slowly, color is appearing on her face. Yuta shook his head, she wouldn’t like that. She wouldn’t want to see her dad in jail.

Johnny, Jungwoo, and Ten all came to his apartment to check on her, even apologizing that they didn’t get too worried about her. He shared the findings of the doctor and Johnny shared that this isn’t the first time that this happened. “Yuta, please take care of her,” Johnny claimed. “She would often say that she’s the only one left for her dad but there’s no one on her side. So whatever happens, please stay by her side.” Yuta not only promises that. He knew that it is what he wanted to do all along.

The CEO was busy with his work that night when he heard muffled cries from inside his room. He stood up quickly and entered his room but (Y/N) is not in bed, even the IV is already removed. The sounds came from his walk-in closet. He wasn’t even surprised that she’s inside.

(Y/N)’s eyes were red and she looked like a small child, crying while hugging her knees. “(Y/N),” Yuta called softly, holding her arm but she jerked her arm away as if it’s on fire. “(Y/N)…”

“Please, don’t hurt me.” She begged that made him crack. She’s so vulnerable, so fragile. How can someone like her dad hurt her like this? “I’m sorry. I’m begging you…”

Yuta bit his lip to prevent himself from choking. How scared she might have been that she’s begging like this? “(Y/N)…” he said in the softest way possible. “It’s Yuta and I won’t hurt you.” She stopped then looked at her, gazing with those teary, misty eyes. It really hurts him seeing her like this. Gently, he held her shoulder then smiled when she didn’t move away from him. “Do you want anything? Bungeoppang?”

She shook her head, feeling Yuta’s warmth from his hold on her. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. The guy gave her a confused look. Sorry for what? “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, (Y/N),” Yuta claimed and she smiled. “Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”

He was so gentle to her, so soft. As if she’s glass that can break. She asked him to lay with her in bed since she liked his warmth, liked how he holds her. “I wanted to call you but I’m scared he might hurt you as well.” She confessed. Yuta held her hair, staring at her and listening, waiting for what she’s going to say next. “And I don’t want to bother you.”

“You know you’re never a bother to me, right? You should have called me. I should have saved you.” But she just closed her eyes, a tear escaping her eyes. Her arms were filled with bruises and cuts as if she had gone to have a fight somewhere. “Johnny said this is not the first time. How long had this been going on?” he asked while tracing the patches on her skin with his thumb.

The girl sighed. “When my mom left us.” She answered and Yuta just stared at her, listening intently. “I was in high school when she ran away from us because my dad can’t give her the dreams she wanted. He stopped his martial arts and he would drink every single day.” He hissed at the thought that a martial artist would do this to someone as small as (Y/N). “Whenever he comes home, he would hurt me. Telling me that I’m the reason why my mom left, why their dreams crushed.”

He held her cheek, wiping her tears with his thumb. “I went to Paris to look for her. She said she wanted to go there. It was a suicide mission and until now, I regret going to Paris.” He felt his heart stop because of that. He already heard that before, how she regretted going to Paris. But now, he realized that it may really be a bad experience for her. Why did they have to meet there? She held his hand that was on her cheek, “You are the best thing that happened in Paris, Yuta.”

He felt his heart beating again, wildly this time. How can those simple words affect him like this? He’s like a lovesick girl. He shouldn’t be too happy. Yuta pulled her closer, hugging her in his arms. “From now on, stay here with me. We won’t put your dad in jail but let’s force him to go to rehab.” The girl stared at him in confusion. Rehab? “He’s your only family left, I don’t want you to lose him. So please, (Y/N) let me do this. Let me take care of you.”

“Why are you doing this?”

He sighed. “There’s a Japanese art called ‘kintsukuroi’. It is repairing broken pottery by mending it using gold.” Yuta explained. “You are like broken pottery and the only way to show the world how beautiful you are is by mending you with gold.” (Y/N) breathed hard. It’s the first time that she heard of that.

Kintsukuroi? How can it sound so classy yet broken? Japanese people really have a wise philosophy. “You want me to be your repaired pottery?”

He kissed the top of her head. “I can’t do that. But I’ll give you gold to repair yourself.” The girl looked at him. “Just lean on me, hmm?”

“You can just get a new one, Yuta.” She said while sitting on the bed, moving far from her.

He laughed at that. “Koi no yokan.” Then he smiled at her confused look. “That was what I felt when I first saw you at the airport.” The curiosity grew. What does that even mean? But Yuta just chuckled at her. “Do you want to eat? I’ll call for delivery.” She nodded at that, realizing that she hasn’t had any food for the whole day. “What do you want to eat?”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ��️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️

Chapter 15 / Chapter 17

#yuta smut #yuta nakamoto smut #nct smut #yuta nakamoto #yutasmut #yutanakamotosmut #nctsmut

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danceworshipper · 3 years

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Ida Sommer - HPHL MC

Info subject to change as more game information is released. All of my HPHL ocs exist in the same universe

[profile template by me]

Personal

Full Name: Ida Marie Sommer

Gender: Female (cis)

Sexuality: Pansexual (closeted)

Birthday: August 20th

Birthstone: Peridot

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Age: 14 (at beginning of game)

Blood Status: Pureblood

3 Positive Traits:

- Charming

- Spiritual (nature oriented)

- Resilient

3 Negative Traits:

- Childish

- Uncommunicative

- Vain

Usual First Impression: When first meeting Ida, people often assume she is immature, ignorant, and easy to take advantage of due to her sheltered nature and cutesy appearance. This impression is highly incorrect

Location

Birthplace: Germany (exact location TBD)

Current Home: Her father's estate in one of the richest areas (Germany)

Future Home: A beautiful cottage secluded from the world, near a mountainside (Germany)

Favorite Place: A cliff overseeing the sea in Japan, close to the little shop where she got her wand

Disliked Place: Her maternal grandparents' home, simply because she doesn't enjoy their company

Appearance

[image created using the Live Portrait Maker app]

Face Shape: Roundish jaw, soft features with a strong brow bone

Eye Color: Yellowish green

Hair Color: Light blonde

Hair Style: Ida wears her hair down or in a single braid. Her hair is mostly straight with side bangs, and is parted in the middle

Skin Tone: Light

Freckles/Spots: A few freckles on her cheeks, more visible when she's been out in the sun

Scars: None during her schooling. After graduation, Ida marks her arms with runes only she and Sebastien can make sense of to strengthen her connection to the world around her

Piercings/Tattoos: Single earlobe piercings.

Final Height: 5'9"

Final Weight: 137lbs

Physique: Thin with long legs, slightly wider than average shoulders

Clothing Style: Ida is a rich kid, so her clothing is always of high quality material and her jewelry is noticeably unflawed. She dresses modestly until she turns seventeen, when she stops caring what her parents think. Her favorite colors to wear are pastels

Carried Items:

- her wand

- a locket with a picture of her and her parents in it - not worn, but kept in her satchel

- a silver pocket watch stuck at 11:18 pm, handed to her by the same Seer who told her where to get her wand

- a handful of candy

- extra quills for her roommate who keeps forgetting hers

- a book from the Restricted Section about Elementals, written by Elementals and charmed so no one other than an Elemental can ever figure out what it says

Magic

Wand: 12 inches of firm Ebony wood with a koi-mer hair core. A pitch black, rounded wand with a pattern of scales carved into the handle. This wand was custom made in a small, almost unknown shop in Japan after a Seer she bumped into on the street told Ida that her perfect wand would be created there. It would seem foolish to go all the way from Germany to Japan on the word of an unknown Seer, but it was Ida's turn to plan the summer trip, so she picked a place in Japan close enough to the mentioned shop

Animagus: Loon

Boggart Form: A headless figure easily recognizable as herself, crumbling away into dust. A failed attempt to merge with nature resulting in her demise

Riddikulus Form: A statue of her like the one in her parents' back garden, over glorifying her features, that has been attacked and is crumbling away. She hates that statue

Amortentia (to others): Someone smelling Ida would smell lime juice, fresh water, and static electricity

Amortentia (to her): TBD

Patronus: Ida has never been able to cast a Patronus. Not for a lack of happy enough memories, but because of her powerful soul. The Patronus can never escape her magical core

Patronus Memory: N/A

Mirror of Erised: A tree so big it grows up an entire mountainside. The tree bark is covered in swirling patterns Ida recognizes as Elemental runes. She doesn't yet know what exactly this tree is, but she feels an undeniable longing for it

Family Spells: The Sommer family has no special family spells

Inherent Magic: Elemental

- Ida has all the magic of a normal witch, but on top of that has a deep connection to the earth and the magic stemming from it, even beyond the earth into the universe. If not properly trained (or if driven to a great enough temptation), an Elemental could vaporize the entire planet, or bend it to their will. They could also leave humanity behind if they so wished and become nature itself

- Elementals are theorized to have fragments of Merlin's soul fused with their own, hence why they feel strong connections to each other and can't ever fatally harm one of their own. Most Elementals also fall in love with each other as well, and the connection is thought to be stronger than a normal human's love could ever be. These connections help ensure no Elemental gives in to whichever temptation has the strongest pull on them. Only one Elemental has ever yet gone evil, and this is how it was discovered that they cannot kill one another

- This special magic is not hereditary. In fact, no one knows what causes someone to be born an Elemental, only that there have been less and less of them in the recent centuries. There are only two known Elementals left: Ida and Sebastien

Family

Mother: Lina is a warm hearted woman who wants the best for her daughter, misguided though she might be. She often has to shout at her husband to trying to hold Ida back, or discourage Ida's dreams. She noticed Ida's growing power long before her husband did, and was the one to finally contact someone for help when Ida grew so strong and uncontrolled she couldn't stop floating

Father: Elias is a business oriented man who, though he loves his daughter, up until her reveal as an Elemental wished she was a son. He's the reason Ida was homeschooled for so long, as he didn't think a girl was worth the tuition money. He refused to believe that Ida was anything other than ordinary until a man in a high position told him otherwise

Sisters: None

Brothers: None

Pets: A screech owl named Goldig, meaning 'cute'

Other Important Family: Ida's paternal aunt, Ingrid, is one of the biggest influences in her life as a child. Ingrid is an independent witch who lives fabulously by herself with her dead husband's fortune. Ida used to yearn for a future where she wasn't tied down by a man and could do as she pleased

Family Values: The Sommer family as a whole is mainly concerned with two things: remaining pureblooded, and growing richer. Most of the Sommers are decently good people, but they have period-appropriate prejudices and are willing to leave someone behind to save themselves, metaphorically and literally

Opinion on Family: Up until entering Hogwarts, Ida really only knew her family, so she loved them and thought very highly of them. As she becomes more socialized and learns more about the world, she starts to notice her parents' many flaws and though she never stopped loving them, she does resent them for homeschooling her and ignoring the signs of her being abnormal, because she used to think she was broken when in reality she's nearly a god

Friendships

Introverted or Extroverted: Extroverted

Best Friend: Sebastien Parr - another mc of mine who is also an Elemental, and an exchange student from Beauxbatons

Worst Friend: TBD

Friend She Didn't Expect: TBD

Who She Wishes Was Her Friend: TBD

List of Casual Friends:

- Sophia Burton @gcldensnitch

- Charlotte Grant @weasleysandwheezes

- canon friends TBD

Romance

Current Crush: None

Current Partner: None

Past Partners: None

Future Partners: TBD - will likely be picked from the game's characters, but could possibly be someone else's mc

Her Type: TBD

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Prefect Status: No

Quidditch: Never played, but loves to watch

Clubs: None

Organizations: The fake Headmaster's Apprentices organization that she and Sebastien use to hide what they're really doing

Favorite Class: Herbology

Least Favorite Class: History of Magic

Favorite Professor: TBD

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Timeline

Young Childhood: Ida is kept at home. She knows no children her age, and spends most of her free time roaming her father's land. No matter how far she wanders, she never seems to get lost. Ida has strange dreams where she watches the world as an outsider. After being told by a Seer that her ideal wand would be created at a small shop in Japan, Ida convinces her father to spend a month there over the summer, and her mother takes her to the shop to get her wand. Ida sneaks out one night and climbs a cliff that looks out over the ocean. In later years she can't remember whether rising up over the waters and hearing the stars call to her by name was a dream or not, but she knows the moon smiled at her.

First Year: N/A

Second Year: N/A

Third Year: Ida's uncontrolled Elemental magic reaches a breaking point, and Ida explodes her little study room as she lifts up in the air, unable to come down. Her mother sends for help: two healers, a historian, and three government officials later, Ida is brought down and informed that she will be enrolled in Hogwarts the following year. She is not informed why, though her parents are

Fourth Year: Ida enters Hogwarts with no social skills. She meets Sebastien and they're both informed of their true nature. As Ida struggles to catch up on her studies as well as train her Elemental magic, she also learns just how wonderful having friends her age is

Fifth Year: TBD

Sixth Year: Ida grows suspicious of Sebastien's "friend" Dorian. Other details TBD

Seventh Year: TBD

Post Graduation: Ida marks herself with ancient Elemental runes and her father gifts her the cottage. She spends a year and a half where almost no one hears from her, before appearing back in her friends' lives as if nothing happened, looking healthier and happier than ever

Career(s): Ida doesn't live long enough to have a career

Marriage and Children: Ida marries (TBD) from school, someone who had always had a crush on her that she eventually returned the feelings for. They spend a beautiful three years together before her end. Ida manages to give her love a son, but only after she's gone

Death: Ida sacrifices herself to stop Sebastien and Dorian from destroying the world. Ida's biggest temptation as an Elemental was always to leave her humanity behind and become nature, so she does. She traps the two men inside of a ridiculously large tree that grows out of the mountainside near her cottage. This tree forms from her body, and has a notch where her favorite necklace can be inserted to be allowed entry to the chamber Sebastien and Dorian are trapped. However, she hid the necklace in Japan, where no one will find it until a century has passed and her friends have passed away. Ida can occasionally gather her spirit into a physical form to communicate with her love and child that she left behind

Notable Facts Not Previously Mentioned

- Ida is the ancestor of my main hphm mcs, Gracie and Tessa Chiva, on their father's side

- The reason Ida is sent to Hogwarts and not Durmstrang is the fear of bad influences. No one wanted to risk her being corrupted

- Ida does feel guilty about leaving her love behind, but since she couldn't kill Sebastien and she still loved him and wanted him to be happy, this was the only way she could think of to stop him

- Her love watched her leave humanity behind. As they wept, Ida's spirit gathered to say her goodbyes, and point them to their son, who had been born from Ida's final breath at exactly 11:18 pm

- Ida thinks very highly of herself. This is both from being praised so much as a child and hearing so much about the good she can do as an Elemental

- She throws a graduation party so extravagant that it's talked about for decades after her death

- No one but her love knows what truly happened to her. All anyone else knows is that she and Sebastien disappeared at the same time

#hphl oc #hogwarts legacy #ida sommer #character profile

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godkilller · 3 years

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❝ gin--! ❞

he had called his name that night - screamed it, really -- when he had seen the small body being swept under kisuke's arm. he had screamed after them, those two -- only the howling from his captain had diverted kisuke urahara from what he had been about to do. for all of aizen's abilities -- he could not yet face down a bankai.

he had tried, though -- had tried. the captain had been skilled, however. cunning. even with the kanzen saimin in place, he had still landed a hit and kaname-- kaneme! he'd been breathing at least, and it'd been enough for aizen to pull him up and get them both to the fourth that night, collapsing from pain and bloodloss, deliriously mumbling of having been attacked by interrupting the captain in what he'd been doing --

collaborators.

he had made urahara into a proper patsy, had cared only about that -- until he'd woken up and found everything out. a month and more -- more -- since kisuke had taken him. and more than him -- more than that, more than --

a hilt wrapped in a shade that was not teal was grasped between his fingers as he stared at the place to which he'd been guided, coaxed, kyoka's awareness linked to another, one not his own. weeks it has been and he is here now, the shop standing no chance against the wrath of the one who now wears the haori lined with turquoise. a shade so near gin's eyes -- he is here, now, the smoldering wreckage proving his fury as he sweeps to --

there.

the entrance is easy to discover, a flaring of power and it splinters under the weight of his wrath. he is quick to launch himself down there, quick to call out again.

❝ GIN--! ❞

he can sense him down here.

❝ GIN--! WHERE ARE YOU?! ❞

his is the seat of captain now and he is willing to admit he's being reckless by doing this -- but oh, the cracks in the blade that is cradled between finger and palm, the loss of not just him but the youth that had become his shadow too in one night? no. no, aizen is calling, power seething around him, seeking for him. he knows he's here. he can sense it.

he had made a promise to shinso, hadn't he--?

and to himself.

he's going to murder the former captain when he gets his hands on him but better, now, to find gin and get him out of here, isn't it--? best to sweep in and out. before the humans can investigate but oh, he's seething.

THAT NIGHT WAS A BLUR, ROARING ECHOES AND A BLASTING FORCE. Tsukabishi Tessai, alongside Urahara Kisuke, had been formidable indeed. Yet their appearance in the midst of Aizen’s experimentations upon Gin’s captain was a necessary interruption indeed. Not even that, an interruption, no, planned. They were to be framed, after all. Their attendance was expected and one could have even ventured to say ‘perfect’ ... that is, prior to Tessai’s casting of Hado number eighty-eight, Hiryu Gekizoku Shinten Raiho. Something Aizen had believed a subsequent casting of Danku, a Bakudo level eighty-one, to be sufficient in blocking. AND IT DID.... somewhat. Perhaps he hadn’t accounted for how serious Urahara and his allies would be in stopping them from walking away, because the Kido Master shattered through that protective wall within a flashing spark and blaze.

It was the first time Gin had ever seen a split-second show of shock grace the Lieutenant at his side’s features. Maybe that was why he acted fast, faster than Aizen and Tousen, he had always been focused on training himself to strike wickedly swift, and he did not disappoint them then. Gin had drawn Shinso and cut lightning. But he was still, no matter his speed or darting blade, a mere boy, a Third Seat standing against the snarling storm of a Kido Master’s design, and for the split second of deflecting there came many more agonizing seconds thereafter of rippling defeat as the high level Kido won over. Shocks shot through his body, cracked across Shinso’s blade till it flew from his grasp and embedded itself into the ground, a mirroring effect onto its wielder as Gin was blasted by that same force which proceeded to send him backward, flying, tumbling, tumbling, and black.

Perhaps they had felt guilty, striking down some young and promising kid when they truly had wanted Aizen to be hit, and that was why Gin awoke within an unfamiliar abode. Or maybe Urahara Kisuke wanted information, and Gin was to be hostage, informant, kept holed up -- because when Gin gathered his surroundings, his state ( sore, scuffed up, and the worst headache -- the rest he couldn’t tell, bandaged up -- where was Shinso? A hand flying out, reaching, searching blind before he even turned his head to look. Ah, fuck, he must’ve dropped it, yeah... he dropped it, and they hadn’t taken it with him, damn it ) ... it was his immediate reaction to seek an escape.

That hadn’t gone too well. Guarding the exit, despite Gin’s careful and silent steps, was Yoruichi. He knew he couldn’t outrun her. Flash Goddess, wasn’t she? Best to not even bother making a fool of himself. Especially whilst still aching from the blast he took.

He was implored to rest, to stay put, to recover and that he couldn’t go back.

Gin couldn’t open a Senkaimon without Shinso, and thus that held true; he couldn’t go back even if he managed to run past the shopkeeper and bolt.

Urahara Kisuke was not a cruel man, Gin found, but he was also the secretive type, and the kind of man that seemed to believe that he knew what was best. That sort of cruel. He believed and enacted his beliefs regardless of protest. Like so, in that keeping Gin here was best. Part of Gin wanted to agree, to stay, be plucked from Aizen’s clutches and be free of those howling nights... yet the other yearned to return, ached even. He felt he didn’t belong, this was wrong. Particularly a potent realization that he was no longer within the Seireitei, he wanted to return to Rangiku. Oh, she was going to be so worried. No doubt Aizen still spun the story of the villainous Urahara Kisuke, no doubt Gin’s own name had been listed as one of his victims. But Aizen would know better than to write him off as dead, surely. No, he’d know better, knew his boy prodigy could take a hit -- and certainly his Zanpakuto remained behind, yet solid and tangible, it hadn’t vanished to signal the death of its wielder. Likely Gin was reported as kidnapped.

And Aizen would likely be searching for him, among others.

Gin couldn’t deny the fact that, despite a fresh form of hatred brewing beneath him, seething really, a sickly stomach and a choked up throat.... how it terrified him, sometimes, to know he was well and truly entrapped by this man, no escape, already far too tangled to ever hope to pull himself away... oh, and yet he couldn’t deny that he wanted Aizen to find him. HE WAS TOO FAR DOWN THIS ROAD TO SHY AWAY NOW, too far down the line, he didn’t know what to do with himself if Aizen didn’t find him.

Luckily, the thought didn’t plague Gin too terribly... even as days stretched on and Gin inevitably had to cave into eating what was offered to him, kind words and warm food did not reach him -- hollowly, patiently, he waited in near-muteness. HE WOULDN’T TELL URAHARA ANYTHING, no matter his gentle demeanor and respecting air, Gin steeled himself akin to a prisoner of war and it became apparent to the older man that the kid had no intentions to trust, to open up. Gin didn’t do that shit for anyone. He’d be damned if he caved and spit his secrets to the one man Aizen had verbally made known that he loathed... and if Aizen found out Gin confessed anything? Wouldn’t he then become a loose end a little... too... costly to be kept alive? Gin saw what Aizen did to pawns who disappointed him. Even Tousen, one of his top favorites, occasionally earned himself a scolding look that spoke of authority and displeasure... would Gin risk everything he had worked for thus far simply to confide in a stranger, shopkeeper, who had stolen him away from it all? No, not worth it.

Besides, Gin knew it wouldn’t be much longer here.

Weeks turned to a month, or something close to it.

But Gin knew it’d be soon. Aizen was, after all, a thorough man.

So was Urahara, as he had Gin moved downward, below the shop, across an an expansive underground training area ( Gin didn’t bother trying to wrap his head around the fact that the ceiling looked like the sky outside, save for that ladder and opening... a strange set-up indeed ) A SMART MOVE, ultimately, as it kept Gin from being able to run away without first crawling from the single exit and entrance to the underground space, and it also kept him from getting absolutely leveled alongside the shop the moment Aizen’s reiatsu became known overhead.

Gin was accustomed to Aizen’s reiatsu in that he hardly even shuddered upon its weight thrashing downward, and the subsequent explosive force that wrecked the shop above. The Third Seat simply sat upright, looked upward, and held his breath. IT WAS BROAD DAYLIGHT UNDERNEATH THIS FALSE SKY, BUT GIN KNEW BETTER, he felt the chill of the air above flowing in from cracks, drafts, he knew too that Aizen would not act so boldly within a blanket of sunlight -- not yet, at least -- but still how odd it was to see moonlight begin pooling in, downward, from a sunny ceiling crumbling to give way for its visitor.

A visitor who descended from the false sky’s wreckage as a nightbringer would, doused in darker hues, an ethereal world-ender he was making himself to be -- to become -- before Gin’s own eyes. A PART OF GIN’S UPBRINGING IN THE RUKONGAI URGED HIM TO RUN AND HIDE AT THE MERE SIGHT, seeing such a display of desperate might ( Aizen was desperate, Aizen was pissed off, he had come for Gin and Gin alone in this moment and it both sickened and pleased him ) ... and part of Gin wanted to turn and run and not look back. HE WANTED TO STAY, HE WANTED TO WATCH THE KOI POND AND THINK NOTHING OF DEATH, CLEAN FINGERNAILS, THE PURRING OF A BLACK CAT, WARM CLOTHES... HE WANTED TO CRY, NO, TAKE ME HOME, I MISS HER, SHE’S WAITING FOR ME, PLEASE -- AH, HE WANTED TO GET OUT WHILE HE STILL COULD, STAY AWAY FROM ME, NO, HELP ME.

Part of him lingered in shadow, stepping half a step backward rather than forward, into visibility, into Aizen’s frantic range of sight. He could hide himself still, wait for Urahara to step up to challenge Aizen’s wrath, wait for them both to clash and destroy... and then slip away. Or he could open his mouth now, and seal his fate to remain tethered to the man’s side forever more.

He teetered there, for a second alone, at the precipice.

Then the boy called out to Aizen. A quick response, a signal; I’m here!

Gin had never been one to listen to self-preserving advice.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: third seat ] and from that mouth that devours i cry out to you #au where aizen gin and tousen get actually wreckt by urahara and tessai before they're properly framed #a lil mix/hint of #shikzue #'s lil au of urahara taking in gin when he's still a kiddo because aizen's lost custody of the child(tm)#except gin's not gonna open up because he knows aizen's out looking for him and he can't just dabble willy nilly with two sides when #without his weapon and without experience Playing Chess with the Big Boys.#better to just stay quiet and wait ----#rip this poor kiddo.#URAHARA'S TRYING TO HELP YOU BUT YOU'RE ALREADY TOO FAR GONE.#THINKING AIZEN'S THE BETTER OPTION #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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windywooshes · 5 years

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Douma x (F)Reader

~*:beloved short cut guide:*~

(Y/N): Name

(L/N): Last name

(H/C): Hair color [i.e. brunette, blonde, etc ]

(E/C): Eye color

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A rainbow. That was the first thought which crossed her mind when she peeked between the bodies of her parents and the two cult leaders.

Behind the excited chattering, was a boy, no older her age. He had silver hair and the most sparkly eyes the little girl ever saw in her young life. The boy himself was skimming the room, borred, until he locked eyes with the curious child. (Y/N) quickly hid behind her mother's legs with a slight blush covering her cheeks, when he smiled warmly over to her, waving his tiny hand as a gesture of welcome.

It seemed that the older female felt the curiousity of the (H/C) which was circling around her like a swarm of beez. Buzzing and summing. What would his name be ? Is he another kid whose parents joined ? Will he be her friend ?

Most questions were answered when she and her parents were led into the room. She was confused as to why her mother and father were bowing down deeply infront of the child. Tearing up, she was forced down for a bow as well. Her head colliding with the hard tatami matt, creating a blue spot the next day, probably. The boy's smile didn't vanish.

„Welcome to the cult of entire happiness~. May your stay bring joy and peace into your life. You may raise your head now.“

„Oh thank you, our beloved leader.“

(Y/N) raised both of her eyebrows in confusion. Leader ? Is she a leader as well ? There is no significant difference between the boy and her, after all. If this boy could bring happiness to her parents...would she be able to as well ?

She silently gasped. The girl would definitely make sure to ask the silverette how to do that. Life seemed to be very gloomy, whenever she was home alone with her elders. Loud arguments and ugly fights painted the nights in a muted color. How she longed for those old colorful days, where her father would embrace her mother tightly. Or the summer days where she was helping her mother with the laundry, laughing and enjoying the surring melody of the cicadas.

When the family exited the ceremony room, they were invited for tea to discuss the other details together. (Y/N) wouldn't stop thinking about the boy. Thanks to the mother of the leader, she was allowed to skim through the palace by her own. You wouldn't need so say that twice to her, as she immediately dashed her way out of the room.

To her disadvantage, the mansion felt like a labyrinth. Crossing many different rooms and areas but not the one she wished for. She sinked down on the wooden floor. Sniffles already escaping her nose.

(Y/N) was lost. But before she could even break out into tears, she felt a presence behind her. Turning around, she found the little boy from before. Her face lighted up on the spot as she made her way up to her legs again.

„Are you okay ? Where are your parents ?“

His voice sounded so soft, yet the words felt hollow. On a closer look, she noticed the colorful orbs to be dull. Without any emotion or life in them. How come such beautiful eyes, looked so cold ?

Douma shifted his head to the side. Was the girl deaf ? Could she maybe not speak ? Before he could say anything, he felt a tug on his hand as the girl suddenly grabbed it with both of her own. She was piercing holes into him. That was something he never had happen to him before. What a bold child, she was.

„Please teach me how I can give Mama and Papa happiness !“

Her voice sounded determined. Almost as if she blurted out a promise, she swore to fullfill and he was the only key which would lead to it.

Douma's eyes furrowed upwards. How should he confess to her that happiness is a fraud ? That there is no way to bring or become happy ? That it was all just a ghost of sensation inside someone's mind ? He placed his free hand ontop of one of hers, smiling again.

„I believe that you should find it yourself, as I am only a messenger between god and the humans.“

He couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth he believed in. She seemed to be too pure and innocent to be painted in muddy hues by this harsh reality. The mansion was a place of peace. Of illusions. It was not his job to destroy them. Especially for one of hid future followers.

He watched her eyes drifting off from his own, onto the floor. Her eyebrows knitted together. For a moment Douma expected her to be disappointed but he was met with an excited expression instead. Her lips forming into a toothy grin.

„Right ! I think I can do it even without god's help !“

He was caught off guard for a moment. All the time he was seated on the throne, he only saw people bowing down to him. Praying. Sending messages to god for help, instead of searching for solutions for their problems on their own. Suddenly his heartbeat quickened.

„Oh ! I'm (L/N) (Y/N) ! But please just call me (Y/N) ! We should play a lot when you can~“

Her smile was as bright as the sun. Genuine warmth which he hasn't felt in a while.

„Please call me Douma. It's a pleasure to meet a new follower~“

Before the two of them could chat any further, a female voice could be heard, calling out the name of the (H/C).

„I think you need to leave already. I hope we will meet again.“

With that, Douma disappeared inside the room next to them. Just in time before (Y/N)'s mother arrived to take her daughter to the exit of the mansion.

Maybe, they could become friends after all.

Months passed with her family visiting the cult on a regular basis once a week. Sadly the girl couldn't make much progress with their friendship since Douma was only seen durring the ceremonies or private prayer appointments. It was a very frustrating visit every week but the girl told herself to keep trying.

She found a chance to approach him after hearing about the latest tragedy. Douma's father was found murdered by his wife while she herself took her own life by poisoning herself.

(Y/N) felt sad for the young boy. How would he live without his parents ? How can he live day by day, knowing about such a horrible event in his own home ? After all it seemed to happen inside of his ceremony room too.

She carefully peeked inside of the four walls, hoping not to interrupt him in one of his cleansing ceremonies. He was lying on his pillow, eyes closed. It seemed as if he was fast asleep from all the stress and preasure. Suprisingly, the room didn't contain any sight or smell of the blood bath.

Carefully the (H/C) girl, sneaked in her way infront of the pillow and starred down at the child with her big (E/C) orbs. It didn't take long for Douma to open his own, to gaze right back at the owner of the second pair.

„Do you wish for an audience ? I can squeeze in some extra time for you.“ he smiled brightly but it felt so hollow and cold as always.

Inching her way closer to the male, she carefully glanced around the room, making sure that no adults were close who could scold her for her actions.

The said boy just looked at her, confused by her behaviour but not questioning it any further until he felt small arms wrap around his body and the warmth against him. The colorful orbs blinked, not sure what to do or say in such a situation. It felt warm. It felt save. His chest tightened for a bit, heart beating louder. Something was dwelling up inside of him but he couldn't really catch this intruder. It was unknown for him. It felt just like the first interaction they shared.

Hearing sniffles, his bushy eyebrows arched up. Was she crying on his behalf ? Because of the latest events ? Douma couldn't even understand why she would make herself sad because of something what happened to him. It shouldn't matter to her. It was his life, his tragedy to bear, not hers.

„I'll make sure to come every day and play with you ! Pinky promise !“

Holding out her tiny finger infront of him, after leaving the hug, (Y/N) had a stern yet soft look on her face. The boy shouldn't feel lonely all by himself. She'll make sure to bring some fun and adventure into his life ! Only because he brings happiness doesn't mean that he can't have some of it as well, right ?

Douma on the other hand was just perplexed and totally unsure as to what to do now. He just ended up copying her and held out his own pinky infront of her. As quick as he could blink, she had both of their fingers wrapped up together and gave it one nice shake before letting go. Giving him a bright toothy smile, before waving her hand to say goodbye.

„I'll be back tomorrow !“

With that, the silver haired male was left alone in the room, still holding his pinky up, confused and unsure as to what just happened.

And as tomorrow came, (Y/N) dashed along with it. Somehow both kids managed to sneak out of the stuffy ceremony room into the big garden which was located in the middle of the temple. With paper squares in one hand and entwined fingers in the other, the (H/C) made her way over to the pond with the boy.

„(L/N)-san...I believe we are not allowed to trespass into the garden.“

Actually, Douma couldn't care less about the rules as he was the center of attention in the cult but he just tried to find a way to get back inside, since the bright sun burnt down on them, as it was already the middle of summer.

„Aw...you are no fun, Douma-chan !“ she puffed her cheeks out with her eyebrows knitted together but eased up once she handed him some square papers.

Seating herself on the stoned pavement, she started to fold and bend one of the thin sheets and managed to create a decent looking lotus flower.

„Let's decorate the pond a bit. It looks so bland and the koi seem to like the flowers too !“

Glancing into the reflecting water, he watched as two kois swam underneath the freshly folded lotus, trying to hide from the shining orb in the sky by swimming in the shadow of the paper figure.

Douma looked over to the side, catching the eyes of the girl and smiled a bit. He gently placed his hat down from his head and sat himself close to his companion. Watching her tiny hands gliding over the paper with each new fold. Copying her movements calmly, as if he had done this millions of times before. The girl glimpered her eyes in amazement.

„Woah ! It looks so pretty ! I'm sure the fishes will be happy about it !“

Her smile was just as bright as the afternoon sun, watching happily when he placed the flower gently into the water with a smile gracing his own lips.

Douma caught himself gazing at (Y/N) with his own amazement and curiosity. His chest was fluttering again but he didn't seem to mind it as much as yesterday. He just took her hand in his tiny one and smiled brightly.

„Let's make this pond beautiful together !“

The (H/C)'s face lighted up with his promise. Nodding her head in excitement, she squeezed his hand gently before continuing to fold new flowers to place into the liquid.

Years passed and the garden grew, along with the two kids. The new flora and fauna decorating the center of the mansion proudly.

Both , (Y/N) and Douma continued to care for it and the koi. Meeting up every day just for a bit tranquillity from the cult. The silverette was dreading for the small amount of time he could spend with the girl. After all those years, he grew to enjoy her company and her refreshing nature. Just like a fresh cube of ice durring a hot summer day, she was cooling him off and bringing him the relaxation he secretly hoped for since his early childhood days.

Douma was currently seated on the wooden floor which connected the garden and the house with each other. Gracefully folding a lotus flower from a peachy pink colored origami paper. Even though they planted real lotus in the pond, he still found himself crafting them whenever he was waiting for the (H/C).

Quick taps on the floor brought him out of his daydreaming. He knew exactly who they belonged to as he heard the same rythm for such a long period already. A smile waved upon his face when he caught the (E/Y) orbs and the slightly messy (H/C) locks of (Y/N).

„I told you that you don't need to run~ you might slip and hurt yourself as you did that time...“

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows together, cheeks tinting pink. That time, she was running through the hallways to find the devil himself. Well, the females search was successful. She managed to slip and bump right into him, sending them both onto the hard wooden floor, earning an earful afterwards from the cult followers who witnessed the whole fiasco.

„I've been more careful since then though !“

The male laughed at her reaction. It was always interesting to watch her flustered face and her movements along with it. Patting the spot next to him, he invited her over to enjoy the scenery of the garden and the cold breeze of the wind. She quickly sat down, back facing him as he took out a comb from one of his pockets.

It became a daily ritual for him to brush her hair after she arrived, since it always looked all over the place from her running. A time where both of them could have their peace from the loud city or from the other members. A small moment of recharging.

(Y/N) started to humm a small melody while she patiently sat besides the cult leader, while the man himself couldn't help but smile slightly. Admiring the soft touch of her hair against his fingers. He carefully inched closer to her neck and gave it a quick kiss, before leaning back again once he heard her shriek of surprise. Holding up his hands in defence, he couldn't hold back his chuckles at the entertaining ruckus she gives him. He earned some gentle smacks with the fan which the girl brought along with her. Cheeks puffed out and brught red.

Once she stopped she sighed and put her hands down on her lap, looking at the leaves which were swaying with the light wind. Douma followed her gaze but caught himself stealing some looks at the female next to him intead. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her against his chest. Surprisingly enough, he was not poked and shoved back. Feeling his company ease up against him.

„You should move into the mansion.“

„Huh ?“

„You wouldn't need to run here. We could enjoy the view even at night! It looks beautiful with the fireflies. I could comb your hair everyday. We could fold other paper figures~“

„You know that I can't do that...because-„

„Because of your sick mother, I know...“

Douma sighed and rubbed his temple. For a while now, you have been taking care of your ill mother since your father passed away. He knew your hardships and saw your bruised hands and legs from carrying the heavy vegetables everyday to sell them on the market. Just so you could earn some more yen to get both of you through life. And as disgusting and inhumane it sounded, he was wishing for your mother to finally pass away and free you from your slavery. He could offer you more. Anything you would wish for, it would be there in mere seconds. Yet you declined all of his offers up until now. Refusing to live life easy.

It made him frustrated but he respected your decision. Honestly, he couldn't care less as to what you make out of your life...right ? It should be like that but he still seems to grow annoyed by the constant rejection. Don't humans usually go for the easiest way ? Why wouldn't you do the same. Why were you so stubborn. A contrast to his usual followers.

„As you wish, my lotus~“

She sighed before poking him in the side, earning no reaction whatsoever.

„Here, I made this fan for you since you seem to hate the heat so much.“

Pulling away from the embrace, (Y/N) pulled out a beautiful golden fan.

„For our wonder and blessing, Douma-sama~“ copying one of the desperate cult members voice, she held out the item and bowed down deeply.

Douma chuckled and gently picked up the fan, answering in a mocking royal voice.

„I am grateful for your generous offering, my lost lamb. May you find happiness~ you may raise your head now.“

Placing a hand ontop of her head, he could feel the shaking of her body which came from the laughter she tried to hold back.

The wind chimes ringed with the gentle breeze which was traveling through the garden and another day ended with (Y/N) heading back home.

The next day, Douma was surprised to be alone in the garden. As well as the following. And the other.

2 weeks passed and he hasn't heard anything of (Y/N). But when he did, it was not a pretty sight for him to see. Her hands and cheek were swollen with bruises, she was dirty, her once beautiful (H/C) locks looked like a total mess.

Apparently his wish became true.

After (Y/N) arrived at home that night, she was met with the terrible fate of discovering her mother brutally murdered. It was a horrific sight. To her dismay, she met face to face with the attacker and almost got killed herself. Almost. If it wouldn't have been to the swordsman who beheaded the monster inches away from of her face.

The shock from losing her last family member and for almost having her life pulled away from her grasp, let her fall into sadness and fear. She couldn't move or eat for days. This also meant that she couldn't pay for her necessities in time, bringin the owner of the fields and house, home to her and beating her for the refusal of work over the time span. Taking away all left over possessions she was left with. Without a roof over her head or a job to feed her, she didn't know where to go or what to do. Once she snapped out of her trance, she found herself infront of the gates of the cult mansion and broke down into tears when she was met with the face of Douma.

The members helped her clean up and cutting her hair. Sadly it was so messed and clogged up that brushing wouldn't help. Which ended up with her hair becoming a bon cut. The bruises were bandaged and taken care of, in hopes that they won't leave permanent marks on her skin.

Once night arrived, (Y/N) made her way silently to the garden. Plopping down on the spot she usually sat on with the cult leader. Gazing at the small glowing dots which danced through the petals and leaves.

„It really does look beautiful...“ she whispered, not sensing the presence of Douma behind her.

He sat down next to her and looked at her face. It felt empty. Her sparkling eyes completely dull. Her voice drained of joy. Raising up his hand to touch her head, the impact of his touch resulted in a flinch and the girl backing away from him a bit.

„A-ah, I apologize...I was in thoughts...“

She tried to crank up a smile but it looked horrible. It felt as if everything bright and beautiful was taken away from him the second he saw her today. Attempting to show some kind of comfort he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. Careful not to put pressure on the wounds and blue spots on her flesh.

„You will be well here...I will give you anything you want or need. You won't face any more fear. You will be safe. I will make sure of it.“

He felt her shaking, not from laughter this time though. Her sobs filling the silence of the safe haven they built up together. A beautiful summer night, yet it was so ugly.

The following weeks, Douma tried to fulfill any wish the female had. He would make his followers bring her the sweetest treats, the most beautiful kimono to wear, bringing her a fresh bouquet of flowers to decorate her room. To his frustration, nothing seemed to bring the smile back he was always curious about. The spark which brought him calm. Nothing of it surfaced, remaining shut inside of the shell which created them.

His actions seemed to have brought the dismay of his followers as well. Many females and males complained about his bias towards the (H/C) girl. He brushed them off, assuring them that he was just trying his best to recreate the happiness which the girl lost. But it didn't seem to work. Soon enough, certain members started to push her around, ignoring her or talking behind her back. Spreading rumours and untasteful remarks.

It seemed that it affected the male more than her as she was only sitting outside the garden, watching the scenery with an empty stare.

As days went on, (Y/N) seemed to become ill. Becoming weaker and weaker with every sunrise which followed. Soon, she was not being found outside but laying inside her room with the shoji door open, to bring some fresh summer wind into the square which caged her in.

The silverette made sure to visit her with each day. Bringing her the nutrients she needed along with the medicine which was prepared by his cult members.

„Douma...I'm grateful for the time we spent. Even though my life was not painted in colors...but whenever I saw you and spent time in the garden, it was filled up with them and brought me peace.“

Before he could respond, he was cut off by the female once again.

„I am aware that you cannot feel as I do. Or see as I do. Hate and greed, happiness and love. Those are emotions you do not possess. Maybe you never did. But let me confess you my love, at least now before I pass...“

Her voice was raspy and very quiet. If he didn't lean in closer to her, he would have barely caught what she tried to tell him.

(Y/N) proped herself up shakily, Douma helping her up as good as he could since he was clearly unsure how he could aid her. Once she somewhat sat up, she leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. She was aware of his lack of emotions. Even from the early childhood days, yet she still grew to love him. No matter how empty and cold he was.

Pressing her soft lips against his cheek, she gave him a small peck before succumbing back into his arms.

Her last breaths were decorated with a genuine last smile she gifted the male, on his way through life without her. A talisman.

He burried her in the garden, next to the pond. Where she would remain one of his beloved lotus flowers. She was the reason why he grew to like them. And after the harsh winter and the visit of Kibutsuji, they were the only flowers which survived and stayed in the garden with him through all these years. The first and last memory of his humanity for a good while.

So fleeting. Like a rainbow after a summer rain.

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This was one of the two requests I received ! The next one will be another Zenitsu x Reader :) thank you for the love !

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sun-daddy-yoriichi · 5 years

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Can we get Hc's of a severely injured Inosuke after the whole battle with Muzan, he's physically and emotionally drained and s/o takes him in to help him feel better. Help him with food, walking, baths, bandages etc. S/o is very loving and motherly with him so he gets more sad cause he's thinking about his mom, s/o reassures him his mom loves him and would be proud. When he cant sleep she would hold him and sing him to sleep. He felt better eventually overall fluff w/a gentle, sweet s/o he loves

Yooo you must make me wanna cry. Really, since I caught up with the manga, all I can think about is what the aftermath of this battle will be. Hopefully, nobody else dies, because my heart could NOT take that.

This was pretty fun to write! I almost made it a scenario rather than headcanons, but I decided against it. I wouldn’t be able to fit everything in if it was a scenario. Enjoy, lovies!

▃▃▃Warning(s) : Swearing, mentions of anxiety, some spoilers

Inosuke x Reader : Tender Love and Care (Headcanons)

From what we’ve seen from the manga now, it’s pretty easy to see that most Demon Slayers that fought in the final battle will definitely not be okay.

Inosuke is no different. He’s one of the more worse off, as he fought Muzan first-hand with the Pillars, but he can’t use his breathing to stop the bleeding from his wounds, like the Pillars can.

Cleanup after the battle against Muzan is stressful. Blood, body parts, and shattered nichirin blades dot the streets from the battle. Most of the survivors are missing limbs, or are in terrible condition even without it.

I would assume that (Y/n) would be an apprentice under Shinobu, being taught how to give medical attention to others. Even if she wasn’t a Demon Slayer that fought on the front lines, she was still rather crucial to the Corps.

(Another thing to note is that Shinobu knew that she would die, which is why she took on an apprentice to pass her knowledge down to. She especially drilled her disciple on more advanced medical treatment closer to the final battle, knowing it would benefit the corps if the girl knew).

Let’s just say, she had her hands full.

It was good that she was drilled to work under pressure, or the girl would have collapsed from stress.

She handled the Pillars first, making sure that they had at least stablised, stitching lacerations and stemming the blood flow from severed limbs (she had Kakushi watch over Tomioka and Himejima, in case they began to act abnormally in their sleep).

Then, she dealt with Inosuke and the others. She was particularly gentle with Inosuke, telling him how proud she was while she stitched his injuries, and set any broken bones.

When all of the work was done for the time being, she sat by his bed and held his hand, talking about anything and everything until he fell asleep. She herself could not sleep, because she had to make sure her dozens of patients were okay during the night. But she would check up on him every so often, singing him back to sleep whenever she found that he had woken up.

The road to recovery after such an intense battle is a long one. But (Y/n) is willing to walk with Inosuke every step of the way.

He most likely won’t want to talk after such a battle, and losing so many people close to him, so she’ll sit with him in silence, absorbing all of the bad thoughts he may have with just her radiance alone.

Getting him to stand is one thing. Getting him to walk again is a complete train wreck. It takes (Y/n), Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho to pull him up, and plenty of coaxing from (Y/n) to get him to take his first steps again. Of course, they know he’s in pain, but it’s a process that needs to be completed for all of the patients. Sooner or later, they have to walk again.

Rehabiliations will be overseen by (Y/n), making sure that nobody gets hurt when being stretched or pushed to work harder. Sometimes, her special attention to Inosuke will disappear, as she has to work with every single survivor to make sure they get back to the state they were in before.

After that, all of her attention is focused on him.

Inosuke, usually the loud and rambunctious type, has suddenly become quiet. The mental stress put on the Demon Slayer Corps during the final battle might have hurt his conscience, as he wasn’t able to save those that he cared about.

Lots of nightmares. Reliving the entire situation is like walking through hell, but (Y/n) is always there to wake him up, and hold him as he comes down from the adrenaline rush. She’ll always be there to sing him back to sleep, embracing him and offering what little assurance she can.

(Y/n) ends up taking him in after he is released from the Butterfly Estate, at least until he gets back on his feet.

It starts with the little things to make Inosuke feel like himself again. The small, silly things, that he would remember on a calm afternoon, or in the middle of the night, when he was overcome with emotion and sentiment.

Except, these little moments were to help fill his heart again, rather than to add to the overflowing pile.

“Inosuke, let me put my butterfly pin in your hair. Please?”

“Look, the koi fish are so lively today. Maybe because it’s sunny today?”

“Your boar head got dirty again. I’m gonna wash it for you, okay?”

Slowly, but surely enough, Inosuke begins to return to himself. The louder he gets, the more relieved (Y/n) feels, to have him back.

She’ll have to keep him from bouncing off of the walls, honestly.

Yes, there is the occasional slip-up, when he finds himself curling back into the shell he carved for himself, but (Y/n) will always be there to pull him back out.

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space-------kid · 4 years

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Hello! Congrats on reaching 100+ followers—you definitely deserve it and more! If slots are still avail, can I request Genya x Reader where he actually lives and five years after Muzan’s defeat, Genya realizes that all of his friends are married (Kanao and Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Nezuko, Aoi and Inosuke) and he’s like “maybe I should propose...?) but he has no idea how so he asks for help from Ino, Tan and Zen, who offer to go look for rings with him while the girls hang out. Thank you so much!

Thank you so much, anon - you’re too kind and sweet! 😄💕💕💕

This request is so cute, please have all my uwu 💕💕💕 Also, I’m sorry for taking quite a while with this one (and to @beanrolls, too, who requested for Kimetsu Academy Genya [have all my uwu, too!]), there have been matters that needed my urgent attention that left me unable to write for days! 😭 But I’m back now, and sure that I’ll be able to post beanrolls’ request tomorrow😄

This one is set mostly in Genya’s point of view. [I’m listening to Train’s “Marry Me” right now... Now I’m wondering how modern AU Genya might propose to his s/o 😭💕💕💕)

*Hanami is “flower viewing”. The comparison between pearls and a woman’s tears of sadness is a thing where I’m from, and old people advise the younger ones not to wear any pearls during their wedding nor for men to give women engagement rings with pearls. They believe that the pearls would signify a married life full of sadness for the woman who’s about to be wed.

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𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 (𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔂) 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓏𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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The world is now without evil demons.

Exactly five years have now passed after Kibutsuji Muzan’s downfall. Five years of absolute peace, now being experienced by the children Ubiyashiki Kagaya has left behind, those who have been blessed by the gods to spend the rest of their lives earning the fruits of the sacrifice of the entirety of the Demon Slayer Corps.

There are times that he still thinks that someone else deserves to be in his position. To be able to live, laugh, love, and be loved by the people he holds dear in his heart. But the thought now comes very few and far in between as the peaceful days roll by, the further encouragement of his older brother and friends giving Genya the strength to take another step into living the life they convince him he deserves.

And maybe… maybe he does deserve to experience all the good things life hands to him now. Like the rest of his fellow Demon Slayers, he’s willingly sacrificed his own safety to ensure another’s, offering blood, sweat, and tears to rid the world as much demons as he can while striving hard to stand side by side with his once-unreachable brother. And while Sanemi has been blessed with the Mark of the Demon Slayers, the gods must have smiled at the Shinazugawa brothers for the curse of death does not claim the older between the two.

Genya is sure that Tanjiro will be blessedly spared as well from the Mark’s curse, now living a happy life in Mount Kumotori – his home – with Kanao and their son.

The Breath of the Sun user has been the first to marry in their group of friends two years ago. The proposal itself is simple yet sincere, so very Tanjiro that Kanao has been quick to blurt out a very happy “yes!” The wedding has been grand and lively, and Zenitsu – in all seriousness and golden eyes shining with worried tears – all but gets down on one knee during the celebration and proposes to a surprised and blushing Nezuko.

Not one to be left behind by his friends, Inosuke has demanded for Aoi’s hand in marriage after witnessing Tanjiro’s joyful wedding and Zenitsu’s bold proposal.

Now, his friends are all happily married with the love of their lives. And Genya would be a fool if he doesn’t admit that he’s a little – alright, maybe not so little – jealous that he’s the only one who hasn’t tied the knot yet.

And so he sits in the middle of Sanemi’s training dojo, Himejima-san’s juzu beads clutched in one hand as he contemplates on the relationship he has with [Name]. He remembers, clear as day, how they met on one of his missions and how they saved each other’s lives back then. How she has befriended him despite his intimidating appearance, his inability to use Breaths, and how he achieves demonic transformation by eating demons. Not once has [Name] looked down on him, and Genya knows then and there – in their first meeting – that she is the one for him.

Koi no yokan. The premonition of love; the feeling upon first meeting someone that you will inevitably fall in love with them.

He remembers how [Name] admitted her growing feelings for him months after, when she came to visit him at the Butterfly Estate after facing off with Upper Moon Four in the Swordsmith’s Village. How she ran to him, crying, and embraced him as if it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. He remembers how happy and relieved she looked while cupping his cheeks in her small hands and – seemingly forgetting herself and the company they have – placed a tender kiss on his forehead before confessing her feelings for him. Genya is still sure that he has glimpsed Heaven that day, especially when [Name]’s face flushed red from embarrassment at her behaviour. And despite Tanjiro and the three girls of the Butterfly Estate’s presence in the infirmary, the demon-devouring Slayer is quick to tell her that he’s always loved, her, too.

His worst nightmare came into focus during the final battle in the Dimensional Infinity Fortress. Upper Moon One was unbelievably strong, even using a Breath Style with more than fifteen forms during the fight. The Mist Pillar Tokito Muichiro fell during the fight, valiantly sacrificing himself to ensure their victory. And Genya was more than willing to go down fighting, too, if it meant taking down the second strongest demon in existence to his grave. Just as when Upper Moon One’s desperate, dying attack reaches Genya, he was knocked to the side while the splatter of crimson blood entered his field of vision.

[Name] has told him firmly that she’s willing to sacrifice more than her left leg just so Genya can see the light of day again with his older brother.

If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be basking freely under the sun with the people he loves.

Uneven footsteps soon pull Genya out of his musings. The dojo’s double doors open to reveal [Name], clad in a purple kimono and leaning on her walking stick. Her [colour] eyes brighten upon seeing Genya, and he gets up to meet her halfway, wrapping her in a fierce, loving hug.

“I love you, [Name],” he tells her softly, pressing his lips to her hair. Genya relishes the sound of her laughter and the way she looks up at him, the loving expression on her face mirroring his.

“And I love you more than you can ever dream of, Genya,” [Name] replies sincerely, leaning on him as he leads her out of the dojo. “What’s gotten into you, though? I hope it’s nothing I should be worried about.”

His heart leaps with joy for her concern, although there is nothing to actually worry about. They sit side by side on the engawa, overlooking the garden Sanemi has gifted Genya with. The younger Shinazugawa brother still cannot help his face from turning red when [Name] presses herself against him and weaves her fingers with his.

“N-Nothing to worry about. I just want to tell you…”

[Name] rewards him with a kiss on his fingers and a content sigh.

“And now we have the rest of our lives to tell each other,” she chirps happily at him, a bright smile on her face. “Now, don’t get tired of hearing it from me every day, alright?”

Maybe he should…?

Genya returns her smile with a shy grin of his own, unashamed of how red his face must have been. The question dances on the tip of his tongue, the needful urge to ask for her hand in marriage growing stronger and fiercer with each passing day he spends with her.

He’s the only one unmarried yet in his circle of friends. And Genya knows that he can change it by asking [Name] right now, but he refrains himself from doing so. He wants the proposal to be memorable, to be worthy of the woman who has countlessly and selflessly saved his life over and over. He doesn’t want to ruin her experience of being proposed to by just blurting the question out like a mindless, insensitive fool, without even a care for how much memorable it would be for her.

Genya is not one for extravagance, but at least he wants [Name] to remember his wedding proposal for the rest of their lives, something she can tell their future kids with a lovesick blush on her face. But if he’s being honest with himself, he actually has no idea how to properly propose!

The flapping of a Kasugaigarasu’s wings reach the couple’s ears and, soon enough, a familiar crow perches itself on Genya’s outstretched arm.

“Message! Message from Kamado Tanjiro! Message from Kamado Tanjiro!!!”

A surge of inspiration strikes Genya. It won’t hurt asking his friends for help now, would it?

“Ah, so you’re planning to propose to [Name]!” Tanjiro exclaims, expression that of pure delight at the information. “I’m very happy for you, Genya!”

Sitting beside Genya, Zenitsu claps the former on the back with a congratulatory grin. “Good for you, Genya. You’ll have zero regrets once you’re married – spending forever with the woman you love the most is pure heaven, I’m telling you!”

Inosuke, on the other hand, shoots Genya an unimpressed look. The years may have tamed the Breath of the Beast user’s boorishness, but his competitiveness is another story.

“Kentaro, Monitsu, and I have been married to our wives for three years already,” the boar head-toting male comments, taunting grin appearing on his face as he rudely points a finger at the unmarried man among the group, “and you haven’t even proposed yet? Hah! You really are a shrimp!”

Tossing maturity aside, Genya and Inosuke begin attempting to throttle each other and throw childish insults at one another. It brings back memories during the Pillar Training from five years ago, and the ‘fight’ immediately ends with Tanjiro restraining an indignant Inosuke by sitting in seiza on the latter’s back.

“I haven’t proposed yet because I don’t know how, you stupid boar!” Genya gripes, plopping gracelessly beside a surprised Zenitsu.

“Just demand for her hand in marriage like I did with my Aoi, dumbass Ginto!” Inosuke yells, struggling under Tanjiro’s restraint.

Genya rushes forward and slaps a large hand on Inosuke’s mouth, looking frantically between the shoji door and the porch. “Keep it down, Inosuke! What if [Name] hears you? Don’t blow things up!”

Tanjiro, still restraining their friend, tilts his head to the side in contemplation. “Yes, please keep it down, Inosuke. And I understand why Genya hasn’t proposed yet.” The Breath of the Sun user then shoots Genya a sympathetic smile. “You want it to be memorable, right, Genya? In that case, let us help you!”

Inosuke stops squirming and, after sharing a knowing grin with Zenitsu, nods at Genya as a show of support.

Feeling extremely grateful for his friends’ considerateness and willing aid, Genya gets down in dogeza. “T-Thank you, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

Everything goes smoothly as planned.

During his friends’ next visit in the Wind Pillar’s estate, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke – who have been forthcoming with Genya’s desire to ask for [Name]’s hand in marriage with their other halves – bring their wives with them as planned. While the four males go out in search for the perfect engagement ring (Zenitsu suggested a Western proposal like he did with Nezuko, to which Genya agreed eagerly), Kanao, Nezuko, and Aoi will provide a distraction for [Name]. Even Sanemi pitches in with his offer of help, volunteering as the last resort of a distraction should [Name] begin showing any amount of suspicion about their friends’ unannounced visit.

The three women are quick to whisk [Name] away from Genya’s arms, chattering brightly about things only they can understand, and Sanemi immediately shoos the four men away once the girls are out of sight.

“[Name] will be quick to suspect that something might be amiss,” the former Wind Pillar warns the younger men before they leave, eyes shining with pride for his former tsuguko’s perceptiveness. “You better hurry up, you hear me?”

“We will, Sanemi-san, don’t worry!” Tanjiro replies, bowing and taking their leave.

Things, however, quickly turn south once they reach the town.

While merchants from far and wide have been plentiful, the four friends find it difficult to spot even a single jeweller in town. Panic and doubt fills Genya almost immediately, but Tanjiro’s optimism helps drive the negativity away. Zenitsu suggest looking at the next, nearest town, and the four march on with renewed purpose and hope.

The next town seems to be promising, and Genya’s spirits lift at the sight of a jeweller’s store. He is quick to drag his friends in the shop, but his excited smile quickly vanishes from his face at the sheer amount of rings – in all sizes and variations – behind the glass displays before him.

“H-How am I supposed to pick one…?” he mutters, face pale at the prospect of choosing a ring that might not even fit [Name] – let alone one that she would love.

The shop keeper – a foreigner – looks appraisingly at Genya from head to toe before nodding to himself.

“For proposal?” asks the old man in broken Japanese, briefly glancing over at Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. “Them, too? Propose to girl?”

Quickly catching on the foreigner’s inquiry, Genya shakes his head and tries to use words that the former will understand. “Only me, sir,” he says nervously, wringing his hands when his lavender eyes sweep back to the assortment of rings in display. “How much for a ring?”

The old man tuts at him, grey eyes narrowing as he gestures at the rings. “Price depends on ring. These, not for marriage.” He directs Genya to another display, where silver and gold bands set with precious stones are being held. “Propose with these. Pick one.”

Genya suddenly feels numb at the prospect of choosing among the rings. Each of them is beautiful in their own right – some displaying exquisitely cut diamonds, vivid sapphires, crimson rubies, and viridian emeralds. When he hesitantly points at the one with a single pearl, the old man appraises him once more and shakes his head vehemently.

“What’s wrong with the pearl, though, old man?” Inosuke pipes from behind Genya. “It’s pretty enough!”

“Pretty, yes!” The old man agrees then points at Genya. “No fit him, however!”

Zenitsu frowns at the old shop keeper. “He’s not the one being proposed to, you know!”

Ever the pacifist, Tanjiro sniffs the air a little then beams at the old man. “I think he doesn’t mean Genya. Let’s hear what grandpa has to say first, shall we?”

The old man, chuffed with Tanjiro’s reasoning (and being called grandpa, it seems), elaborates while gesturing for Genya to show his hands. Genya complies, confused.

“This lad, tall and big,” the old foreigner explains while studying the calloused palms under his gaze. “He looks… hmm… what word… ah! Protector! Protective of his woman, yes. Does not make her cry, I think. He does not want to, he looks like. Big hands, huh? Protecting hands, I see. Pearl,” he then points at the ring, “symbol of tears in my country. Tears of sad woman. You make her cry sad tears?”

“No!” Genya replies loudly, indignantly. Then, in a more reserved tone, “Never. I don’t want to make [Name] cry sad tears.”

The old man nods in satisfaction then veers the mohawked male’s focus away from the pearl. “I remove that today. Now pick another.”

Amazed at the explanation and the new bit of information they learned, the four former Demon Slayers shift their focus to the other rings and begin discussing amongst themselves.

“I still don’t know what to pick,” Genya laments, his gaze bouncing between his friends and the old man. This is much harder than picking the ore for his very first nichirin blade!

“Genya, I know it’s a hard decision to make,” Tanjiro tells him kindly, “but think of [Name] while looking at the rings. I’m sure your love for her will guide you to the right ring!”

“Red hair, right,” the old man chimes in, nodding at a beaming Tanjiro. “Don’t worry, erase worry. Let love guide you, then choose.”

“I dunno about these rings,” Inosuke claims and gives Genya’s shoulder a supportive pat. “But Jangoro and old man are right! I pick Aoi because I love her. I’m sure you’ll pick the right ring!”

“Aoi is not a ring, though,” Zenitsu mumbles under his breath. “But you can do it, Genya! Take your time!”

Overwhelmed by the support of his friends and a stranger’s kind and patient guidance, Genya’s determined gaze sweeps over the rings, lavender eyes widening at the sight of one that particularly stands out amongst the rest.

With the chosen ring now within the safety of a small velvet box and tucked in his hakama’s pocket, Genya and the gang moves forward to the second and most important part of the plan: the proposal itself.

While Zenitsu suggests a grand declaration of love and marriage as supported by a pumped up Inosuke, Tanjiro agrees with Genya’s plan of making the proposal simple yet utterly heartfelt. With the Hanami coming ever closer, the younger Shinazugawa brother plans to ask for [Name]’s hand in marriage under the blooming sakura trees and the bright rays of spring sunlight.

“How did it go?” Kanao asks quietly about their search for the previously elusive engagement ring. Aoi and Nezuko are helping [Name] gather some flowers from the garden under Sanemi’s guidance, distracting her enough for Kanao to slip past and welcome the four men when they arrive.

Tanjiro hugs his wife and receives the kiss she gives him with a blush on his face, then displays a smile of success for Kanao to see.

“We had to move to the nearest town to search for a ring, but Genya did it!” Tanjiro whispers excitedly. “The ring perfectly fits [Name]… I’m sure you’ll agree when you see it, Kanao!”

The adopted sister of the Kocho siblings smiles proudly at her husband. “I can’t wait for the day Genya proposes. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy spending the rest of his life married to [Name], like I am with you.”

Needless to say, Tanjiro is reduced to a blushing mess at his wife’s sincere remark. And like Kanao, he cannot wait for the day [Name] says yes to Genya.

The first day of the Hanami finally comes, bringing with it the first of spring’s sudden torrential rains.

Genya’s plan comes crashing to the ground as he watches the pouring rain despondently. He grips the velvet box containing the ring in one hand, wondering if he’s not meant for giving [Name] the wedding proposal she so deserves.

He feels Sanemi’s hand on his shoulder, ducking his head forlornly when the older between the two huffs at the rain.

“Is this it for you, then?” Sanemi asks him, an uncharacteristic look of disbelief on his scarred face. “You’re letting this rain derail you on your journey to happiness?”

“[Name] loves hanami, though, nii-chan,” Genya laments, shoulders slumping as he pockets the box.

The former Wind Pillar grins and ruffles his younger brother’s hair. “You really are one hopeless little brother,” he says in jest, grin turning into a soft smile when Genya looks at him in mock hurt. “[Name] loves you, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind how you propose to her.”

“Really?”

“Tch. I know so, idiot. Now scram and give me a sister-in-law already.”

Genya is already barrelling out of the room, shouting “yes!” at the top of his lungs before Sanemi can react. The younger Shinazugawa storms down the hallways, doing a double take when he spots [Name] sitting on the engawa by the garden and watching the rain.

For someone who is about to ask for his beloved’s hand in marriage, Genya feels oddly calm as he shortens the distance between the two of them. He sits beside [Name] and stares at her, quietly taking in the softness of her features when she tilts her head up to smile at him.

Oh, gods. He really is utterly, unabashedly, deeply, and head over heels in love with her. And the tender look in her eyes when looks at him assures him that she absolutely feels the same.

He retrieves the box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a slender silver band topped with [favourite gemstone] cut like dainty petals. Genya gently wipes the tears of joyful understanding and profound love on her face with his free hand. The question in his mouth becomes a promise of forever when he speaks.

“I hope you’ll let me make you the happiest woman alive, [Name]. Please take me as your husband.”

Genya gratefully and lovingly receives her kiss when she replies, “I’ll have no one else, Genya. Only you.”

(Much to Genya’s delight, [Name] indeed tells their twin sons – with a furious blush on her face – how his wedding proposal to her went three years later. And, fairly enough for his flustered wife, he sports the same shade of red on his face when their boys begin to tease him about it.)

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Saajan Ji Ghar Aaye - Chapter One

Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader

Synopsis: After a brisk romance in London, Bucky follows you back to your home in Upstate New York where the preparations for your marriage to the son of a family friend are well underway. As the inevitable countdown to your wedding begins, Bucky remains optimistic in his pursuit of your love and your family’s acceptance.

Arranged Marriage/Forbidden Lovers AU

“Saajan Ji ghar aaye” means “your beloved has come to your home”.

Masterlist

I. Koi Mil Gaya

Koi Mil Gaya. Mera Dil Gaya.

There’s a peculiar charm to airports. The continuous hum of cheerful chatter, luggage wheels rolling softly on shining white tiles, and cell phones ringing create a lively atmosphere. The pungent aroma of coffee beans wafting from cafe stalls brings the comfort and warmth of home to a junction where different parts of the world connect.

It’s late in the afternoon. The sun pours through the large ceiling to floor windows that curve around the place. Streams of people flow through the terminal building while others sit in the lounge, either excited or bored.

"Oho, Ummi, I'll be fine," you groaned on the phone, pulling your carryon as you made your way to the gate. "I've been on a plane before.”

Ummi replies with a snarky remark, but you know she's just worried underneath it.

“Okay, maybe not alone, but how hard can it be? I’ll be fine. Stop worrying,” you replied. Ummi releases a deep sigh and hands the phone over to your father. "Hello? Abbu?" you said, "Hanji, main thik hu. Hanji, hanji, sab kuch meray paas hi hai.”

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Abbu asks one last time just to make sure.

You sigh deeply. "Yes, I promise. I’ll be fine. It's a direct flight to London. I just have to get on the right plane. That's it.”

Unfortunately, your word wasn’t enough for him. He goes on to lecture you about the dangers of the airport with the classic “young girls shouldn’t be traveling alone” spiel. After hearing the very same lecture for years, reiterated with a new subject matter so many times, it automatically goes through one ear and out the other.

You knew he meant well. He always did. Every step he took had the wellbeing of his family in mind. But sometimes he overdid it; and it was those certain moments that made you cringe.

Your ears perked up when the PA system spoke overhead. “Passengers for Flight 9B4 to London, please go to Gate 36.”

"Abbu, I’ll talk to you later!” you exclaim. “They're calling my flight. I gotta go. Bye!" You hang up on him before he can say anything with a mischievous grin.

You speed walk down the terminal, using the overpass with directions as a guide. Another announcement has you running through the crowds, slightly pushing and whispering sorries as you do. By the time you get to the gate you’re a heaving mess. You give your boarding pass to the gate agent while bending over to catch your breath.

“Made it just in time,” she chirped with an amused smile.

You reply with a breathy laugh, unable to say a word.

Damn, I’m out of shape.

She verifies your boarding pass and hands it back. “Enjoy your flight.”

You thank her before entering the air bridge and into the plane. A gorgeous blond attendant at the door greets you warmly then guides you up the aisle towards the first class seats. You find your seat by the window. Slipping your carryon into the overhead compartment, you take your seat then pull out your phone to message your dad about successfully getting on the plane.

From the corner of your eye, you see a guy lifting his bag to place it in the compartment above. The hem of his shirt hovers just above his waist as he stretches, showing the band of his Calvin Klein boxers and a teaser of what seems to be a very sculpted torso.

You whip your head towards the window, embarrassed by yourself for looking at him. You hear the seat next to you dip and groan inwardly. You give him a side glance as he rustles through his backpack for something.

His side profile is gorgeous. Short, fluffy brown locks just begging your fingers to run through them. A perfectly straight nose and a sculpted jaw.

A phone notification forces you to look away. It's a message from Abbu wishing you safe travels. A grin spreads on your face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 9B4 with service from New York to London," the head attendant announces.

"Mind if I squeeze this right here?" he says, already pushing his bag between your legs and his.

I mean you already did?

"Yeah, that's fine," you reply.

"Thanks," he grins.

"We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and please turn off all electronic devices, including laptops and cellphones," the attendant drolls. "Thank you for choosing British Airways. Enjoy your flight."

You listen to her directions and securely strap yourself in. You take a deep breath and relax into your seat as the plane begins to move.

"Nervous?"

You turn over to find the guy looking at you with a goofy smile.

"No," you replied, a bit harsher than you intended to.

"I was just asking," he chuckles. "I'm nervous."

"First time?" You asked.

"No," he denied with a shake of the head. "I always get nervous. You never know what can happen y'know? Like what if the engine bursts when we're over the ocean? We're all fucking screwed."

He had a point and it was a plausible fear, but what decent human being would actually come out and say it while the plane was taking off?

You look at him completely dumbfounded.

"Didn't mean to scare you."

Your lips contort into a pout. "I'm not afraid."

He shrugs. "Looks like you are."

"Well, I'm not," you affirm.

"Alright, so when the plane takes a nosedive into the ocean, I'll count on you to save me 'cause I'm going to be scared out of my mind."

"I'm not going to save you," you reply flatly.

"Ouch," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he does. "Whatever happened to being a Good Samaritan?"

"We'd both die instantly. There's no point in helping."

"Geez, you're depressing."

You fall back into your seat as the plane begins to rise.

"Oh, this is it," he announces with exaggerated excitement.

"Can you please be quiet?"

"Sorry," he whispers apologetically.

You look out the small window, watching the plane lift off the ground and rise into the sky. Even as the engines rumbled and the ringing in your ears grew irritating, the scenery through the little window made your heart feel at ease. The clouds flowed constantly like sheets that stretched to the horizon. As the wings sliced through the dense layer, a brilliant evening sun scattered a hazy pink over the clouds, leaving you in awe and admiration. The plane levels and sets on a steady course over the clouds.

You reach down into your handbag and pull out the novel you've been trying to finish.

"Is that the Kite Runner?" he asks.

"It is," you reply with a smile. The first time you've smiled in your short time with him and he has to admit it's a pretty one.

"That's a great book! I finished it in three days."

"Oh wow," you exclaimed, slightly embarrassed that it was taking you weeks. Not your fault though. You were busy.

"Yeah," he sighs, reminiscing a good memory. "I don't read many books, but that one," he points at the book in your hand. "It moved me to tears."

Your hand brushes over the cover. "Yeah, I like it so far. I love how flawed Amir is and how he strives to be better. It's so relatable."

"Yeah, it's so realistic," he replies. "I cried when he found out Hassan died."

"Hassan dies?" You gasped.

From the dumbfounded look on your face, he realizes that he's committed one of the greatest sins. "What? No!" He laughs nervously. "I meant Baba dies."

"Baba dies too?"

"No," he shakes his head. "Nobody dies. They all live—happily. They all live a happy ending."

He can feel a thousand curses shot in his way just by the way you're glaring at him.

"Aha," he laughs awkwardly. "I'll just shut up now."

"Good idea," you mumble.

"Would you two like anything?" The flight attendant asked.

"Uh, yeah I'll have some water," he replies then turns to you. "Do you–"

"No thank you," you replied curtly, opening up your book to where you left off.

Bucky takes the bottle from the attendant with a sheepish smile. He decides not to bother you anymore and pulls out his air pods to listen to some music that would hopefully lull him to sleep. He puts on his slow playlist then shifts into his seat until he feels comfortable. He closes his eyes, allowing the music to relax him and just as his consciousness begins to ebb, a heavy thud on his shoulder brings him back to reality.

He turns to find you fast asleep with your head resting against his shoulder.

Bucky couldn’t stop his lips from stretching into a wide grin. There's just something so intimate about someone —stranger or not— falling asleep on your shoulder that makes your heart flutter. It made his insides flip and a light blush scatter on his cheeks. He sits quietly, making sure not to move too much so he doesn’t wake you.

Wide awake, he twiddles his thumbs, wondering what to do. He sees the book in your lap and slowly slips it out from underneath your hand. You wouldn't mind if he borrowed it. He flips to the first page and starts to read, delving deep into a distant world that rested in his hands.

As Bucky travels back to 1970’s Afghanistan through the memories of his flawed storyteller, Amir, a brilliant idea pops in his mind.

It's a stretch, but it might just work.

All he needs is a piece of paper and a pen.

"Farhan!" You wave in excitement.

"Y/N!" He shouts back, weaving through the crowd to get to you.

You jump into his arms and give your brother a tight hug.

"I've missed you so much!" you whined, shaking him from side to side.

"I've missed you too," he says, a chuckle coloring his words. You push him back to have a good look at him.

"You look kinda skinny," you comment, "have you been eating?"

Farhan rolls his eyes. "You sound like mom." He takes the suitcase by your side and pulls it along. "Now come on, let's get out of here."

Farhan was your mother's pride and joy. She loved all her children, but she loved him just a little bit more.

He was the trophy child of the family, and as the heir to one of the largest enterprises in the world, he had to be. He was the best in school, the best on the field, and had a magnetic personality that attracted crowds from miles away. If it wasn't his personality that attracted others it was his looks. He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome with the most gorgeous hazel eyes that fringed with smooth green under the right light. You can't recall how many times your friends asked if he was single. As if you'd actually give them a chance with your brother.

After graduating from Oxford with an MBA degree, he decided to stay in England and work at the London branch of the company, honing his skills before he took his throne.

Farhan was perfect in every way and your parents wouldn't miss a chance to boast about him. He was the envy of the elite. His name was clear of scandals and only marked with achievement after achievement, raising the family name to soaring heights.

Only problem he had was that he refused to get married. He wouldn't even look at the pictures of girls your mother offered him. When she'd asked him why he didn't want to, he always had the same answer.

"They don't want me, they want my name."

Sometimes, you wished you had his boldness.

"How was the flight?" Farhan asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Good," you replied. You cringe from embarrassment, remembering how you slept on that guy's shoulder the entire flight.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you turn to look out the window, watching raindrops racing down the side of the window. "It's kind of weird sitting on this side of the car," you laugh.

He chuckles. "It is, but you get used to it after a while. How's the wedding going?"

You exhale deeply while leaning against the window. "I don't know, ask Ummi."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, Ummi does everything. I just sit there and look pretty."

Farhan laughs from his stomach. "Why not tell her to ease back a bit?"

"I don't mind it,” you explained. “Honestly, I'm grateful. I can't plan shit, but I just wished she wouldn't talk about it so much."

Farhan’s brows crease in confusion. “You’re not getting cold feet are you?”

“N-no!” you stammered. “It just gets me anxious, that’s all.”

He sighs, waiting at the light. “You bring it on yourself, Y/N,”

Your head whips towards him. “And what do you mean by that?”

“You try so hard to please everyone else, that you end up not caring for yourself."

“That’s not true—”

“We both know this wedding is only to please Abbu," he interjects with a sad chuckle. “You’re only marrying Ayan for him.”

You scoffed. “I’m marrying Ayan because I want to," you counter. “He’s sweet and really nice—”

“But do you love him?”

You fall back against the window with a sigh. “Farhan I don't want to talk about this," you mumbled.

"But don't you think you should?" He questions.

“Yeah, Abbu picked Ayan for me. So what about it?" you lectured, waving your hands around. "He's always done what's best for us. So what’s to say he won’t pick the one that’s the best for me?”

“But shouldn’t you be the one who knows what’s best for you? Not Abbu?” he contended, eyes fixated on the street. “You say you’re an independent adult, Y/N, but you’ve never stepped out from underneath his wing. You've never tried anything for yourself, it's always what he wants," he jabbed, hitting you harder than he had intended to.

You retreat to your window in defeat and shame.

“Hey," he whispers, shaking your arm. You don't look at him cause you might just cry; and that's one thing you'd never do in front of him. At least not anymore.

"I’m not trying to make you feel bad, I just worry about you sometimes," he confesses. "I want you to be happy doing what you want to do and not what others want from you."

You turn just a little to peek over at him with a quaint smile. He smiles back, holding your hand tight. “This is what I want. Really it is. Don't worry."

He laughs in defeat. "Whatever you say, Aloo."

You smack his arm. "Don't call me that!"

You plop onto the bed after unpacking your bags. Farhan had to take a business call, leaving you to your own devices. You scroll through different apps, bored out of your mind and a bit sleepy.

A notification drops down.

Ayan

Have fun on your trip! Call me when you get the time. 😊

Your insides twist at the message and not in the excited, butterflies in your stomach kind of way. It’s more like a dreadful duty that you don’t want to do right now.

You swipe the notification away, promising yourself that you’d call him tomorrow, and decide you should go to sleep. You reach over for your bag on the bedside table to get your phone charger. You pull out the novel you quickly shoved inside before leaving the plane, and notice a paper sticking out at the top of the book. You raise a brow in confusion. You never had any bookmarks, and just folded the corners to save the page. You pulled it out and weren’t expecting a message.

Sorry about spoiling the book. Maybe I can make it up to you? If you’re staying in London, hit me up.

917 - 569 - 2156

- Bucky

Translations:

“Hanji, main thik hu. Hanji, hanji, sab kuch meray paas hi hai.” - Yes, I’m fine. Yes, Yes, I have everything with me.

Aloo - Potato ( a nickname)

Taglist: @anjali750 @desibarnes @regainedworld @saintsebastian-stan

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes au #desi au #bucky barnes x desi!reader

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gunnerpalace · 4 years

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If you're still accepting writing prompts can you do UraYoru and #5? Please!

It’s like… three years later… but here we are. I hope you still find it of interest and like it after the absurd wait!

1700 words with the prompt “Care to dance?” Yoruichi is wearing her second swimsuit outfit from BBS. I discussed my reasoning for the Urahara Shop having a garden here. The implication is not that Yoruichi assassinated JFK, she just happens to have been in several places throughout history around the times things went down. (In another fic I imagined her as being in Tangier in 1956; “crossing paths with a black cat” writ large and all that.) Kisuke’s computer is from filler but feels very him (it’s probably running Linux because he strikes me as that sort).

Without You By My Side

The sunlight which fell upon the garden courtyard of the Urahara Shop not only carried energy and warmth but almost had a sense of weight to it—a photon rain so fine it almost felt like being submerged in it.

Beneath that omnipresent pressure, Yoruichi shifted on the white pool lounger she was reclined upon. She first drew her legs together, then pushed herself up on her elbows into a sitting position. Sweat beaded down her toned curves as she slid her legs off to one side and by feel alone slipped her feet into the orange flip-flops waiting for her. After she scooted down the side of the lounger and moved into the shade afforded by the parasol that’d been set up, she finally opened her eyes.

There was a small, portable table under the parasol, and on it was a glass that was still frosted from the little bowl of ice it’d been set in. The content of the glass was a pastel but still vibrant green.

Yoruichi wiped the perspiration from her forehead, reached for the glass, and then brought it to her lips to take a hearty swig. She sighed in contentment as she rested her forearm on one of her thighs to cradle the drink in hand. A milk, matcha, and vanilla smoothie really is the best thing in the summer…

She pondered the concoction’s color absentmindedly before taking another gulp. The matter of reapplying sunscreen (as she was in the sun merely to enjoy it) was a foggy notion in the back of her mind that never congealed into anything, as her thoughts were derailed by a clatter and a loud crash emanating from the shop.

With a blink, she turned her attention toward it. “The hell?” She couldn’t perceive any reiatsu from the building, as usual; the gigai that Kisuke and Tessai used made sure of that, and Ururu and Jinta didn’t emit much in their normal states. She spontaneously recalled that Tessai had been planning to head out with Ururu and Jinta for supplies too. So, the only person it was likely to be was, of course…

Yoruichi was on her feet and maneuvering through the garden in an instant, her drink still in hand yet simultaneously forgotten as she strode purposefully across the stepping stones situated around the koi pond, on her way toward the kirime-en deck and the shōji door beyond. She kicked off her flip-flops as she stepped up onto it.

“Oi,” she called as she entered the shop, looking about.

There was no immediate response.

The sound came from this side… From the dining room she headed for one of the storage areas, to the left.

In a few more steps she was in the main storage room, the door to which had already been open. “Kisuke?”

Her eyes were still adjusting to the rather darker interior of the shop, and for a moment she couldn’t see much.

Then she spotted him, underneath an oversized box that obscured his whole upper body, his legs wiggling about comically from under one side of it.

“Dumbass!” she exclaimed, looking down at the drink in her hand as she suddenly became aware of it again. She quickly glanced about and set it on another box before hurrying over to him.

Yoruichi grabbed hold of the box by the sides and did her immediate best to lift it off him. It was bulky, but not all that heavy given its size, and she picked it up easily enough. She was perplexed by that even as she leveraged it off him and set it to one side.

Kisuke immediately started in, as usual. “How fortunate, I’m saved! An angel has come to my rescue!” He got his hat on again and adjusted it as he looked her up and down. Her white, rainbow-trimmed bikini left little to the imagination even if it wasn’t particularly flashy or revealing; the top in particular provided him with a view of more than a little of the underside of her chest, given his angle.

“Oh, shut up!” she complained, her face contorting into something of a sneer. She glanced him over from where she stood and, finding that he looked no worse for wear, turned and retreated back to her drink. “How did you even wind up in this situation?”

He stood and brushed himself off while respectfully admiring the view. “I was overcome.”

Yoruichi scoffed. “Ha! By a box!?” She took another glug of the smoothie without waiting for his reply. He’d interrupted her leisure time for this?

Kisuke gave a smile and finally turned his attention back to the box in question. He picked one side of it up and started to maneuver it toward the door—and her. “It’s quite the unwieldy specimen.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to watch as he struggled with it. “Don’t expect me to help any more than I already have,” she deadpanned. She had made it very clear—well in advance!—that she’d set this day aside for relaxation.

“Surely observing my labor makes partaking of your treat all the sweeter?” he asked as he dragged the box up alongside her.

Yoruichi’s only response was a dubious stare, but the truth was seeing him struggle did kinda make the smoothie tastier. She took another drink to confirm the matter, following him as he pulled the box along through the shop. Only once she was satisfied that there was indeed something nicer about the smoothie under these circumstances did she speak again. “What’s in the box anyway?”

“Things.”

“Very helpful. Here I was, beginning to think perhaps it was a cube containing the vacuum of space or something.”

Kisuke stopped abruptly and looked up at her in surprise.

“What?” She frowned suspiciously and her tone grew dimmer.

“That’s a great idea,” he said in a hushed voice.

“No.”

“Interplanetary, interstellar, or intergalactic?”

“Kisuke, no.”

He smiled again and continued pulling the box along. “The French once trained fourteen female cats for spaceflight, you know.”

“I am not going into space,” Yoruichi said severely.

“Well, not with an attitude like that. Though I suppose Félicette wasn’t willing either. She did survive! I think you were in Texas in 1963?”

Yoruichi’s expression grew a bit sour and she looked aside, sipping at the smoothie as she abruptly wandered down memory lane. “Don’t remind me.”

“Anyway, there are some parts I need in here,” he finally volunteered.

“Parts for what?” she asked, pushing the memories aside. They’d made their way back through the shop and living room and were heading into a side room Kisuke often used for working on small projects.

“I’m putting the computer back together.”

“Kisuke, I don’t know anything about computers, and even I know that thing is a hunk of junk.” She caught sight of it then: an obsolete-looking, single-unit thing clad in beige plastic. The keyboard and monitor were integrated into a single massive terminal which took up most of the surface area of a chabudai table. It was positively archaic.

“Don’t insult my baby that way,” he said, with what sounded like sincere injury.

Yoruichi stifled her own sense of being offended with another drink. “Your ‘baby’ belongs in a scrapyard,” she asserted instead, pressing the attack.

Kisuke peered at her from under his hat but said nothing, instead bringing the box over to where he needed it.

She moved around the other side of the computer, finding the back of it was open.

He opened the box and set about rifling through it, retrieving various parts and pieces from among its jumbled contents.

Yoruichi watched with studied disinterest until she finished her smoothie, then promptly left for the kitchen to refill her glass.

She sighed wistfully upon opening the fridge as she realized that had been the last of the batch. It was simple enough to make, and she could do it herself, but Tessai always got the ratio of the ingredients perfectly right and they were out of milk to boot. She sadly washed the glass out instead.

She was just finishing when she heard Kisuke laugh from across the building. After setting the glass aside to air dry, she returned to his ad hoc office.

He was sitting in front of the computer, using its absurd trackball to navigate around its interfaces. The GUI, at least, seemed very modern.

Kisuke double-clicked on something and then turned and stood. “It works!”

“Yes, I can see that,” she duly replied.

He moved closer and extended a hand toward her. “Let’s celebrate the occasion. Care to dance?”

She raised an eyebrow at him in confusion.

Right then, a very familiar drum, bass, and guitar section started up, following a 12 bar blues progression.

Yoruichi’s recognition of it was instant, and she blinked before scoffing again. “This song? You’re so s—”

She didn’t have time to finish as Kisuke moved in closer and took her hands in his, starting to move with her just as the lyrics to Queen’s “I Want To Break Free” started.

She glared at him, given the wholly appropriate nature of the lyrics, but grudgingly started to cooperate with him once it became clear he wouldn’t stop.

He smiled at her and began to mouth along with the vocals at, “I’ve fallen in love.”

It was possible to suppress her laugh, but she couldn’t entirely hide her own smile. Defeated, she started to dance with him properly, taking her own turn to mouth the words at, “It’s strange but it’s true,” turning the song into something of a dialogue.

They moved and pretended to sing together until the instruments faded out, ending their dance with a twirl that brought her close to him and left them considering one another in silence.

“You’re so sappy,” she stated, concluding her earlier thought.

“And you’re still very sweaty,” he replied with a smile.

She blinked and glowered, then unhanded him and slugged him in the stomach. She turned without further consideration and headed for the door.

“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” Kisuke managed to wheeze.

Yoruichi flipped him off without looking back as she crossed the threshold. Still, she couldn’t keep a smile off her face as she went to pour herself some water before heading back outside. Idiot…

#meagsnicole #UraYoru #UraYoru Fanfic #Yoruichi #Flash Goddess #Kisuke #Prompt #Response

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satanschild01 · 4 years

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No All Might? That’s Alright

Izuku Midoriya Fanfiction

A/N: I started to re-watch the bnha anime, and it came to me what if All Might said no and left, and what might happen after that. I added a few twists to this one to make it a bit more pow! Hope you like this new series, because I have more ideas for later on! ~ Em

Tags for more feedback😘: @trashys-things @pink-imagines @marvelmymarvel @shikigami-the-paper-spirit @spaced-out-imagines @marvelmymarvelmain @writingfreakk

Trigger Warnings: suicide baiting and suicide

Word Count: 2110

Part 1 Part 2

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At the young age of 4, Izuku Midoriya learnt that not all men were made equal. He was pronounced quirkless. He thought that that would be the worst of it...but no. It was just the calm before the storm

“If you wanna be a hero that badly, there’s a quick way to do it…”

Why did it have to be this way? Please...just leave me alone Kacchan...

“Just hope that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next and life”

What have I ever done to deserve this? Why does it have to be this way?

“and take a swan-dive off the roof!”

What if I did? What if someone found out you were the reason for jumping! You could never become a hero if that got out!

Inflamed with despondency that Kacchan would even think of saying something so cruel, Izuku turned around on his heels. His shoulders were tense, he was going to say something back. But it seemed like Kacchan wasn’t worried about Izuku’s upcoming comeback as he raised his hand. Smoke and heat radiated from his palm as he gave Izuku a sharp-edged smirk. “Something wrong?”

Izuku just wilted where he stood. His fight earlier with the boy left him deflated and he was left alone standing in the junior high classroom. Consumed with all his thoughts. Izuku dragged his heavy feet out of the classroom walking down to the fountain to retrieve his burned and drenched notebook.

My dreams will be eaten away just like the koi eat at my book…

Izuku turned around and started walking. Kacchan’s words flooding through his mind.

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Izuku didn’t remember carrying his body up to the roof of the school. All he knew was that his feet were cold and that he was staring over the edge, looking down at the hard concrete below. He remembered taking off his red shoes and neatly placing them next to the ledge.

Should I leave a note?

He decided not to write a note, besides, the burned and soaked notebook gave all the proof it needed to. He stared at the spot where he would most likely hit the ground and took in a calming breath…

Would it hurt?

Who would be the person to find him?

Would anyone care?

What would Kacchan think?

Izuku felt a freezing chill go down his spine. What was he doing? He would jump because Kacchan told him to? This is wrong. The boy stepped off the ledge, disgusted in himself that he would fall to Kacchan’s will. He shoved his feet back into his shoes, walking back down to the ground safely through the stairs. He would show everyone that he could become a hero and get into U.A without a lousy quirk. He probably won’t be the next #1 hero. But he’ll do his best to reach the top. No matter what it takes.

Forcing a smile onto his face, Izuku started to slowly make his way back home. It probably looked more like the grimace face emoji than a smile, but he didn’t care, he was going to keep smiling. That’s what All Might did.

He stopped smiling, turning into gasps for air as a sludge monster grabbed him and tried to force itself into his body. Slowly cutting his airways off. Trying to fight off the villain, moving around his limbs to try and save himself from what it felt like, molasses. Trying to move the sludge away from his mouth but to no prevail. The monster called him a hero...But he wasn’t a hero! Not yet. He wanted to be... he couldn’t be a hero if he let this villain take control of his body and use him as a puppet! But...But his sight was already getting spotty...The fight in his limbs was getting weaker…

I...I think I’m dying…

I-I don’t wanna die like this! I want to die on my own terms! Not forced to!

It hurts...so...so much and slow...

Someone, please help me!

A deep metallic ping rang noticeable all around, however, Midoriya scarcely saw it as he did whatever it took not to cry.

“It’s alright now young man.” A voice...where have I heard it before?- “Because I am here!”All Might! The villain tried to fight back, but All Might easily dodged and went in for a single punch. The force was so powerful it forced the sludge villain to disperse. The villain said something, but Izuku couldn’t tell. When the sludge was defeated, Izuku fell back onto the pavement and it was either the oxygen deprivation or the impact that rendered him unconscious.

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“Hey! Hey!” Izuku heard as his body woke up, feeling rapid but gentle taps on his left cheek. He didn’t want to wake up. He just wanted to sleep. To go home and wallow in his own pity. There’s no way his bad day could get any worse. Either way, he must have given some sign that he was awake as the voice continued.

“Oh good, your awake!” Wait…Izuku’s eyes jolted open, sitting up quickly as he was trying to process what he was seeing

“Sorry ‘bout getting you caught in my villain fighting!” That voice...that’s All Might! “I don’t usually make mistakes like this”

He needed an autograph. Looking frantically around for his journal he was shocked to realize it’s being held towards him. The boy’s eyes widened as he took his journal back from his hero and opened it up to be already signed! All Might’s signature took up the whole spread of his notebook!

“It was the least I could do for getting you all mixed up in this mess!” All Might told him before patting his pocket. It was only then that Izuku noticed the soda bottle containing the villain that had just previously been choking the life out of him. “Now then, I have to get this guy to the police. See you on the other side of the screen!”

All Might turns around stretching out his legs and going into a crouched position about to jump away. Izuku found this as the best opportunity to ask his idol if he could pursue his dream, which was slowly going away after all the years of tormenting. “Wait...t-there is something I need to ask!” he shouted, rushing towards the hero.

Which led to the worst decision Izuku has ever made in his life. He grabbed onto the hero’s leg as he took off, way up high into the sky. This was also one of the scariest moments of his life, as he held on for dear life. But he needed an answer. “Let go of me! Your fanaticism is too much!”

“If I...let go…I’ll die!”

“That’s true,” All Might said and landed on a nearby rooftop. “Well then,” And Izuku was ashamed to hear the annoyance in his voice, “I guess I have time to answer your question.”

Izuku nodded, as he tried to push out the 10 words he needed “Can I...become a hero...even though I’m quirkless?”

All Might half turned towards Izuku. The silence is painful as he waits anxiously for an answer from the hero.

“Without a quirk?”

All Might started to slightly shake and steam started to roll off hin large muscular body, but Izuku didn’t seem to notice as he was looking down at his shoes. When the steam vanished a man who looks very malnourished appeared. His hair, merely a poor mimic of All Might, was stringy and limp...He looked sickly and…

“Y-y-your deflating..!” Izuku shouted, shooting his head around looking for the 7ft tall hero he was just talking to a minute ago “A fake?! You’re so skinny!”

“I am All Might. It’s like how those people constantly flexing their muscles at the pool,” he said nonchalantly as he wiped dripping blood from his mouth. “And I’m counting on you to keep your mouth shut about this. That includes your friends.”

“I s-sorta don’t have-”

His thought comes to a halt as he saw the deformed red and purple patchy scar marking All Might’s skin. It was layers upon layers of scars from stitches and Izuku felt his own side start to burn at the thought of the immense pain he must have felt. It worsened as All Might explained the fight that wrecked his body and put a timer on his hero time. “Symbol of peace. Always smiling...I smile to show the pressure of heroes...and to trick the fear inside me. Pros are always risking their lives.” The man spoke with conviction and anger, a pantomime of All Might.

“So the answer to your question is no.” Izuku froze. He had almost forgotten about his question in the showing of his identity, and past. But now that he remembered he just stood there with slumped shoulders trying to make himself smaller. “Heroing is a dangerous job and most villains can’t be beaten without the use of quirks. So no, I don’t think you could become a hero without a quirk. If you want to help others, then you can become a police officer. They’re ofter teased because they get villains delivered to thor doorstep but that is also a fine occupation”

“B-but my dream-” Izuku started as tears welled up in his eyes.

“It’s okay to have dreams. Just make sure those dreams are realistic.” All Might told him as he opened the door on the building and headed inside. The door slammed signifying the end...the end of the conversation and the end of Izuku’s dreams of being a hero. How could he continue on when his idol, the one he looked up to since he could walk, told him to stop trying. All because he didn’t have a quirk

After his idol, his all-time favourite hero broke his already breaking heart Izuku found no other way to continue on. His dreams he held so tightly were more than shattered. It was like someone completely shattered his dreams and breaking them more than all that was left was dust. Not even Kacchan could fully shatter his dreams, but by the hero, he looked up to his whole life. He was useless without a quirk. He was a stupid Deku like what Kacchan had always been telling him all those times before.

Izuku should have listened to him when they were little. He should have given up on his foolish dream of going to UA or becoming one of the greatest heroes. He could see now that the regulation change to allow quirkless people like him to apply to U.A was for publicity’s sake. After all, no quirkless person could actually pass the entrance exams.

“Just hope that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next and life...and take a swan-dive off the roof!”

The laughter of Bakugou's friends rang in Izuku's ear telling him how stupid he was for thinking he ever had a chance in such an unfair world.

Before he could decipher what he was doing, Izuku had kicked his faded red shoes off, once again placing them neatly on the ground and he was standing on the edge of the roof that All Might had so casually left him on after breaking his dreams. His breath short and rasping. But besides his breaths, Izuku was calmer than he’s been in years. He was starting to feel free.

"You have so much to live for-"

No, I don't.

Izuku quickly shut down his line of thought as fast as it had come. He had nothing to live for. He knew that now. Not without a quirk. Even the police academy would expect him to have a quirk.

The world has no place for me anymore.

As true the thought may be it was still scary. But it was true...

There's no point in delaying the inevitable.

Izuku took one last deep breath, stretching his arms out beside him.

It'll be over fast.

Thought in mind, Izuku fell. The wind rushed passed him faster than ever. Faster than bullet trains. It almost felt like he was flying. A small smile spread across his lips. Flying. That would be a fun quirk to have. It wouldn’t be useless. He wouldn’t be useless.

Izuku didn't process the moment when he had hit the ground. It was only when he looked over and down that he saw himself lying limp on the pavement. His deed was done. But wasn't there supposed to be a bright light? Angels? No light? Flames of hell? Why was he still here?

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mi-ma-mo · 4 years

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How it Should Have Been

Character(s): Tamamori, Minakami, the shopkeeper and Madam. Mention of most characters.

Ratings: T for Teen and up audiences

Summary: Tamamori wants a happy future for all his friends, even if that means destroying the futures he has been going through hell and back for.

Author’s Note: The 5th route of Hashihime of the Old Book Town was quite the disappointment and didn’t give me the closure I wanted, so I went ahead and rewrote the ending myself. The story picks up after Tamamori takes the bead necklace with him, but then goes into a different direction.

Read it here or on AO3. Enjoy!

Rain fell in drops from the grey sky. When Tamamori suddenly woke up, he was lying in front of Umebachidou. He brushed off the dirt, stood up, and headed toward Umebachidou on shake legs.

This was all wrong. How many more times would he have to make the same mistake? To see his friends die? He had lost count of how many times he had jumped through a puddle from a broken future.

It was then that a string of beads crunched under his shoe. Tamamori lifted his foot and stared at the bead necklace at his feet. It looked out of place, so he picked it up from the muddy ground. He fiddled with the beads, which calmed him down slightly. The fog in his mind slowly began to clear up, allowing him to consider his next move.

“Ow!” Tamamori suddenly cried out. He looked at his hand and found a splinter sticking out of his thumb. It must have come from one of the beads he had been fiddling with.

Grimacing, he pulled the splinter out. He watched a tiny droplet of blood form on his thumb. His clothes weren’t exactly clean at the moment, so he opted for licking the blood off instead.

The taste of iron spread through his mouth as he sucked on his thumb. It reminded him of something, but what he couldn’t tell. There was a memory pushed in the back of his mind, giving him a feeling of déjà vu. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on that memory, but found it painful to do so. The closer he came to remembering, the more his stomach began to hurt.

He wanted to pull back, to be returned to reality, then he noticed another memory somewhere in the back of his mind, and another one, and another one. Long since had he lost track of how many times he had repeated the same three days, but these memories… they were not his. Or, at the very least, it hadn’t been him who had experienced them. This troubled him.

Then, he remembered. Professor and explained to him that he was just hopping from one world to another. He was stuck in world B, repeating it over and over. But what if… he wasn’t the only Tamamori repeating the same world? One could have started in world C, but now found himself repeating world D. Another from E, repeating world F, and so forth. Somehow that made sense to him, even if the thought did make his head hurt.

Parallel universes. There could be so many Tamamoris out there, all making their own mistakes and watching their friends die as they tried to find… a better ending. It didn’t seem impossible to him now, but that wouldn’t explain why the memories of other Tamamori seemed to be in his reach.

“I don’t get it,” he said after taking his thumb out of his mouth.

Defeated he stared at the bead necklace once more, almost hoping as if Buddha or any God out there would hear his plea for answers. He furrowed his brows when the beads revealed something unexpected. There was a layer of black paint on the beads which made it hard to see, but four of the beads had the characters for the phrase ‘shinjitsu no koi’ or ‘true love’ engraved in them. After taking in the sight for a moment, Tamamori suddenly felt that he knew what he had to do.

He wasted no time in returning to Umebachidou. Using all his strength, he pushed the doors open and made a dramatic entrance. There, the storekeeper stood in front of the register. The look in his piercing blue eyes told Tamamori that he had been expecting him. Tamamori glanced down at the wet clothes on the floor just for a moment. The manuscript next to them was gradually soaking up what had remained of his other self. It seemed the storekeeper had beaten him to taking the hashihime’s power.

“Perfect timing,” Tamamori said as he closed the doors of Umebachidou behind him. “You’re just who I wanted to see.”

Tamamori smiled at him as he revealed the bead necklace. He couldn’t explain why, but he knew what he had to do next. He pulled on the necklace until it snapped. The moment it did, the world changed. Bright, bold colours appeared everywhere, turning the musty bookstore into a world of wonder. The beads fell on the now festive looking floor and rolled away.

He hadn’t counted the number of beads the necklace had before, but the number of beads rolling over the floor exceeded the number it could have been by many. The hundreds of beads started glowing light blue as they scattered. In each of them was a fragment of a memory. They were all his, even if he hadn’t been the one who had experienced them himself. The countless memories he had made with Kawase, Hanazawa, Professor... Minakami. He didn’t need to look at them to remember, they were all so clear to him. As clear as if they had taken place only yesterday.

Laughing his signature laugh, Tamamori spread his arms wide.

“It’s not useless! I’ve beaten you before! You can’t touch me. You can’t stop me. Even if you stop me, another me will follow in my place. We won’t give up. You… You are the only one of us who has given up.”

No reaction. The storekeeper didn’t speak, not did his face betray any of his feelings. Tamamori lowered his arms, but he didn’t stop laughing.

“You must feel pretty silly right now. You went back in time, and for what? To save the world or whatever? I’m perfectly capable of doing that on my own. I can stop them without the need to take their lives. Don’t you see? With this, I can make them understand. I… We can change the future.”

The storekeeper hadn’t been looking at him during his spiel. Instead, he had been studying one bead in particular. He held it between his thumb and forefinger. The blue light reflected in his glasses. It was the storekeeper who finally broke the silence between them.

“This bright future with Minakami… Can you make such a bright future with him and everyone else?”

“Of course I can!” Tamamori replied, approaching his future self with confident steps. The beads under his feet rolled away by themselves before he could step on them. “Wasn’t it you who pushed me to my limit? That limit has long since broken, I’ve gone beyond what just one person can achieve in the same three days. You can’t stop me.”

The storekeeper looked up at him and smiled. The rain outside drowned out the noise of tears falling to the floor. “I won’t try to stop you, not anymore, but I can’t believe in such a future. She won’t allow it. Those with her power can never save someone without paying the price.”

“And I will pay that price! I will pay it a thousand times over.”

The storekeeper was confused. He opened his mouth as if wanting to speak, but then closed it. Shaking his head, he held out his hand with a bead inside of it. Knowing what to do, Tamamori reached out his hand as well. The storekeeper placed the bead inside his hand before becoming nothing more than a pile of wet clothes on the floor.

Tamamori sharply inhaled through his nose, barely stopping tears from rolling down his face. Despite everything the storekeeper had made him go through, Tamamori still felt a sense of gratefulness somewhere in his heavy heart.

Clenching the bead with his happy future with Minakami, Tamamori moved forward. Colours and shapes were dancing on the shoji that led to the storekeeper’s room. He slid the door open without hesitation and was greeted by an unexpected scene.

Water rushed from the opened room to the front of the bookstore. The beads were lighter than the water and were swept up into the new space. The water was reaching his hips when Tamamori stepped through the shoji. On the other side was Suidou Bridge, albeit be it in more saturated colours. Looking up at it he saw her.

The hashihime squinted her eyes at him as he entered her domain. Her loose white robes revealed that her skin was sickeningly pale, almost as white as the robes in question. Despite being out of the water, her black hair seemed to move on its own as if moving weightless underwater. She was also carrying five lit candles, three were placed on her hand and two were in her mouth.

“I’ve come to make a deal,” Tamamori began, trying his hardest not to make his voice waver now that he was in her presence. The hashihime smiled, causing the two candles in her mouth to point upwards.

“You cannot safe them without paying the price,” she spoke without moving her mouth. “For each life you safe, I take a life. I want to safe them all, but you cannot pay the price. You have but one life to give.”

“N-No…” So far for not making his voice waver. Tamamori inhaled a shaky breath before he continued. “I can, I can pay the price! I can pay it a thousand times over. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

The candles in the hashihime’s mouth moved downward and Tamamori felt her rage in the waters around him.

“Please, allow me to explain! It’s true, I can pay the price. In exchange for one bright future with my friends by my side and no blood on our hands, I want to offer you these!”

Tamamori gestured around him to all the floating glowing beads. Her eyes pierced through his soul as she considered his offer. The laugh that passed her lips was chilling.

“You would forsake yourself and the futures you fought so hard for? You do realize the gravity of what you are offering? If I were to take these experiences, these worlds would disappear.”

“That’s fine! That counts right? I would be sacrificing everyone’s lives over multiple worlds. You don’t even need that many, but here I am, offering them to you anyway.”

Tamamori clenched the bead with his future with Minakami in his hand. He was offering all the others, but not this one. As long as she didn’t know…

As if sensing his fear, the hashihime lowered her eyes to his hand. Her worn robes moved as she pointed her bony finger at the bead he was hiding. “I will take just that one as payment.”

Tamamori blinked to stop tears from escaping his eyes. The water was rising, but he paid it no mind. Frantically he gestured around him again.

“I’m offering you these hundred others. Surely they must be worth more.”

She laughed again. The sound left Tamamori shaken.

“Not to you.”

Tamamori clenched hand trembled. He was able to give everything up, everything he and his other selves had worked for, but… not this future. This Minakami and Tamamori should be left alone. Hadn’t they suffered enough? Hadn’t they lost enough?

In desperation, or maybe it was actually a sly move, Tamamori covered his mouth with his hand and took the bead into his mouth. He swallowed it, then showed his empty hand to the hashihime.

“……..Just kidding. There is nothing in my hand.”

Some yokai were easier to deal with if you knew the right answer to give them. As far as Tamamori knew there was no way to bargain with a hashihime or any trick to escaping her wrath. He had just acted on impulse.

The hashihime smiled before jumping off the bridge. When her body made contact with the water it seemed to have no impact. It didn’t splatter or make any ripples, she was just gone.

Suddenly, Tamamori got yanked down roughly. He gasped and was able to get his lungs full of air before disappearing under the water’s surface. The floor he had been standing on just a moment ago had disappeared, and now a seemingly endless abyss of water was under him.

The bony hands around his ankle, pulling him down, possessed a strength he couldn’t match. Air bubbles escaped his mouth as he tried to kick the hands off, but it was of no use. The sharp nails of the hashihime pierced his skin like a predator’s teeth.

Tamamori couldn’t swim, so he desperately tried to claw upwards. As the surface moved further and further away, the shining beads began to sink as well. Their decent was peaceful, beautiful even. They spiralled downwards, forming some kind of flower pattern as they too were taken by the abyss.

“Smart boy. Clever, clever boy.” The hashihime’s voice was distorted underwater, giving it a killing edge. “I’m jealous, so jealous. You find no value in yourself, and yet you are surrounded by people with a deep love for you.”

It was no use. Tamamori no longer had the strength in him to kick at the hands around his ankles. He grimaced as he tried to hold his breath just a little longer, clinging to life as his tears got lost in the water.

“And yet you are truly selfish. You aren’t doing this for anyone but yourself. Not even for your other selves, just for you. How cruel. You put me to shame. I am but a fair maiden next to your monstrous form. Kekekeke.”

The hashihime’s words barely registered with Tamamori. He gasped and the last air in his lungs escaped him. Darkness was creeping around the edges of his vision.

“It’s a deal.”

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Tamamori’s back arched when he hit the ground hard. Clutching his chest, he rolled over to one side before coughing up the water in his longs. Tears clung to the corners of his eyes as the water came out of him in waves. His stomach was empty so he didn’t throw up any food, but after heaving for a while he did manage to spit the bead out he had swallowed before.

His breathing was hard and rigid, and because of the ringing in his ears he hadn’t heard the sound of a door sliding open nor the hurried footsteps approaching him in the rain.

“Tamamori?” Minakami spoke beside him, worry in his voice. “What is going on? Why are you…”

Minakami pushed Tamamori’s shoulder, turning him over so that he was laying on his back again. Little specks of blue lights were dancing around in Tamamori’s vision as he looked up at Minakami.

“Stop making a ruckus and come inside,” Madam’s voice came from somewhere. Tamamori couldn’t place where.

“Ah, y-yes!” Minakami replied before sliding an arm under Tamamori. While supporting his back, he made him sit up straight. “Can you stand?”

Tamamori couldn’t tell if the water streaming down his face was the rain or his tears, but he supposed it didn’t matter either way. The warmth of Minakami’s arm around him and the hand supporting his back gradually seeped through his soaked clothes.

“Mm…” Tamamori hummed, unable to give a better reply.

Minakami supported him as they rose from the ground. If it hadn’t been for Minakami’s support, Tamamori’s legs would have given out immediately. Tamamori didn’t even have the strength to cling to Minakami as they made their way inside.

After stepping through the shoji, Tamamori was surprised to see his room. Not his room in Umebachidou, but rather the room Madam had given him when he had still been living in her house. This is where Minakami’s study room should have been, but instead, there were manuscripts everywhere and Tamamori’s goldfish swum happily in his bowl on the edge of the desk.

No sooner had Minakami gently placed him down on the tatami mats or Madam stormed into the room. Her eyes showed concern for just a moment, before her face twisted in a look of disgust.

“Why are you wearing these rags? Are you making fun of me?”

“Huh? Ah, well… I….”

Tamamori didn’t know how to reply to that. These were the clothes he always wore. Madam shook her head and angrily walked up the closet. She pushed the sliding door open with more force than necessary before retrieving a clean and dry set of clothes in his size. She handed them to Minakami while keeping eye contact with Tamamori.

“At least wear the clothes I made you, you ungrateful brat. Quick, get into them before a fool like you manages to catch a cold.”

Having said her piece, Madam stormed out of the room leaving Minakami and Tamamori in awkward silence.

“…What was that about?” Tamamori finally asked.

Minakami shook his head and frowned slightly as he began to strip Tamamori down.

“You should consider Madam’s feelings once in a while. You’re always so engrossed in your manuscripts that you haven’t noticed how many nights she left her lights on to work on your clothes.”

“What?! That makes no sense. Why… why would she…” Tamamori’s train of thought was interrupted when Minakami started to unbutton his shirt. “W-Wait! I can do it myself.”

Tamamori pushed himself back on the tatami mats, creating some distance between himself and Minakami. Tamamori waited for Minakami to leave, but when neither of them moved he sighed and began undressing in front of him. He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to not get too embarrassed about it.

While undressing, he noticed something was off about the Minakami sitting in front of him on his knees. Instead of his uniform, Minakami was wearing a simple white shirt.

��Why aren’t you in your uniform?”

“My uniform?” Minakami repeated, clearly confused. “What use would a roninsei have for a school uniform?”

…What?

How could Minkami admit that truth so easily? Minakami hadn’t admitted to being a roninsei a single time in the three days Tamamori had repeated without end, not unprompted anyway.

Tamamori’s breath caught in his throat when suddenly Minakami placed a warm hand on his forehead.

“You’re acting weird. What happened to you?”

“Nyahaha,” Tamamori laughed. He gently moved Minakami’s hand away. “I made a deal with a hashihime is all.”

Minakami’s bright blue eyes opened wide, it was then that Tamamori noticed they had that colour for the first time. Oh…

“Kidding! Just kidding. I must have been getting lost in one of my fantasies again after reading about the hashihime. Nyahahaha!”

“I see…..”

Wasting no more time, Tamamori rose from the floor and quickly got out of his soaked clothes. They did look like rags next to the handmade clothes Madam had worked on tirelessly. The new clothes were dry and warmed his body and heart. He also made sure to take off his shoes now that he was inside.

“You should change to, Minakami. Your clothes are also wet.”

Minakami looked down at his damp clothes. He had rushed outside without putting on any shoes, so his socks were muddy and wet. He took them off immediately before standing up and heading to his room with Tamamori’s wet clothes in his arms.

“I will be right back.”

Tamamori nodded as he watched Minakami leave. That left him with some time to think, alone. He closed his eyes and searched his mind for answers about this world he had suddenly found himself in. He… remembered.

After failing his entrance exam he had swallowed his pride and gotten on his knees to beg Madam to let him stay. Strangely enough, he clearly remembered Minakami by his side, begging for the same right to stay. She had shaken her head and said something along the lines of ‘Boys will be boys’ before allowing them to stay in her home again. Naoshi-kun had giggled behind her back.

Umebachidou didn’t exist in this world, or at least not as it had in the worlds passed. The storekeeper hadn’t travelled back in time to buy the place. Instead, Hanazawa and Professor had bought it and started a business together. The store was called Tinkering Toys and they sold Professor’s inventions. After Tamamori had written an article about it in a local newspaper the store’s popularity had exploded with kids and adults alike, but ah… he was getting ahead of himself.

Hanazawa and Professor hadn’t gotten far in their military ranks. After their meeting, Hanazawa no longer sought after adventure in the form of machines of destruction. Instead, he found he was perfectly happy imagining fantasy adventures with the toys Professor made. Hanazawa didn’t have the skill to make these toys himself, but if Tamamori were to believe Professor then their brainstorming sessions always reached new heights because of Hanazawa’s enthusiasm and imagination. They both had quit working for the military in search of their dream of sharing these toys with the world.

Kawase was doing well and also working towards his dream. He was at the top of his class, but his academic success didn’t come to him naturally. Not to say he wasn’t a genius, because he was! But he was aiming for something so much higher. He wouldn’t rest until he was the best doctor in all of Japan.

There was no doubt in Tamamori’s mind that he would succeed and grab that honourable title. At the very least Kawase had the work attic needed to reach that dream. Tamamori clearly remembered coming over to Kawase’s mansion and gently placing a warm blanket over his sleeping form after he had fallen asleep behind his desk. That memory was especially clear, so it must have happened multiple times.

Their relationship was nowhere as sadist as it had been in the previous worlds. In this world, the adults of their home village had involved the police and Kawase’s dad had been arrested for domestic violence. As a result, Kawase hadn’t killed his dad, and Hanazawa’s dad had been spared too. Not to mention… Kawase hadn’t tried to kill Tamamori either, which meant Minakami hadn’t needed to travel back in time and time again to try and save him.

The Kawase in this world had also been adopted by Ikeda, but as far as Tamamori knew the old man had never laid a finger on his friend. Ikeda had died of a heart attack one day and although he and Kawase hadn’t grown particularly close in the short time they had lived together, it had been clear to Tamamori that the funeral had been hard on Kawase. Tamamori had started visiting the Ikeda Mansion more often after that, which Kawase pretended to despise. They would bicker with the front gate between them for some time before Kawase would let out a sigh and say he wasn’t happy about this. That was a lie because he hadn’t sent Tamamori away even once.

As for Tamamori’s relationship with Minakami, well… Tamamori wasn’t quite sure what it was they had at the moment. They were both roninsei and had been studying hard to be able to pass the entrance exam of the Imperial University for two years now. Tamamori was taken his studies seriously this time around, but of course, that meant he would stay up late to make time for writing his manuscripts.

He hadn’t published anything as of yet. That being said, he was writing for their local newspaper to make some money on the side. It wasn’t as exciting as immerging himself in his fantasies, but the pay was good and his peers appreciated the effort he put into writing about the happenings in and around their district.

Tamamori seemed to meet eccentric people no matter where he went, so he found always something exciting to write about. Sometimes he did some investigating in local rumours. Other times he would write about a new store which had opened. He only wrote about small everyday things, but the way he wrote about them gave the stories the extra flair they needed to gain interest.

He didn’t think much of these stories, but there was one story in particular he was proud of. Jinbouchou's Irregulars Regiment had uncovered a scandal, one that didn’t involve Kawase. Because Naoshi knew he was working with a local newspaper he had come with the story to him first. Tamamori clearly remembered frantically taken notes when Naoshi told him about the scandal for the first time. He had worked hard to write the story with the gravity and justice it deserved.

Of course, Naoshi had brought the story to other newspapers as well, he had wanted to make a splash, but the sales of Tamamori’s newspaper still had been the highest in that week. Word on the street had been that all the juicy details could be found in the local newspaper and they had been right about that. The only other time Tamamori had gone through so many all-nighters was when he had been repeating the same three days over and over again.

The orphans of the Jinbouchou's Irregulars Regiment had been adopted and lived happy lives in their new homes, but they would still meet up often and play detectives, always looking for the next big scandal to uncover. Naoshi joined them under his off hours.

This world’s Tamamori hadn’t figured out that the waitress surviving him every day in his favourite café was none other than Naoshi himself, so Tamamori decided to keep that knowledge to himself there and then. When Naoshi would feel comfortable coming out as a woman he would be ready for it… and ask Professor for his help while he was at it.

“Tamamori? Tamamori?!”

Minakami was shaking him by his shoulders when Tamamori opened his eyes. He had been so occupied exploring his memories that he hadn’t noticed Minakami had returned. Tamamori smiled at him and Minakami returned that smile reluctantly.

“You really are an idiot,” Minakami sighed as he gently brushed some hair out of Tamamori’s face. He leaned in closer and pressed his lips against Tamamori’s forehead. They were warm and soft, causing Tamamori’s heart to skip a beat.

R-Right… His relationship with Minakami was complicated. He showed him the same amount of affection Naoshi showed around his friends, kissing his forehead and pulling him in an embrace unprompted. It was exactly because Tamamori had seen Naoshi display the same level of affection to his friends that it left him confused as to where his relationship with Minakami stood currently.

Even in this seemingly perfect world, Tamamori was struggling with loneliness and the concept of friendship and love. That was why his fantasies still kept him company when there was no one else around.

“Eeeeehhhh? Tamamori-san! What is going on?!”

Speaking of the devil. The frog man was currently making a fuss around his feet, running circles around him at high speed.

“Minakami-kun k-ki-kissed you! Kissed you right on the forehead! Aaaahhh, I’m so happy for you. So very happy.”

“Be quiet!” Tamamori said to the frog man, not lowering his voice in the slightest because he knew Minakami couldn’t hear him talk when he was conversing with his hallucinations. “You’ve seen him kiss me many times before, right? Stop making such a fuss!”

“Aaaaahhh but Tamamori-saaaannnnn. Every! Single! Time! He kisses you, I just get so overwhelmed!”

The frog man was now rolling on the tatami mats back and forth and showing no sign of slowing down. He presented Tamamori’s childlike innocence and dreams… sort of, so it was no surprise that he would get this excited every time Minakami showed affection to him.

“W-Well! Get used to it! Before you know it we’ll be doing much more!”

The frog man stopped moving and slowly came to sit up straight. His big round eyes were sparkling as he looked up at Tamamori.

“More? Oh! Is it finally that time?! I’m so happy, Tamamori-san. You’re finally going to confess to him.”

“Nobody said anything about confessing! Idiot!”

Minakami giggled, almost as if he had somehow been able to follow that whole conversation. He pressed the back of his hand to one of Tamamori’s cheeks. His hand was cool to the touch, or maybe that just meant Tamamori’s face was burning up.

“Maybe you are coming down with a fever after all. What am I going to do with you?” Minakami spoke softly. Suddenly, he took Tamaori’s hand and placed something inside of it. “I found this outside. Is it yours?”

Tamamori looked at the item in his hand and saw it was the bead he had spit out before. He brought it closer to his face and studied it for a moment. It was one of the four beads which had something engraved in it. If you looked at it closely, you could read the symbol for ‘love’.

Silence hung between them, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Minakami rubbed his left arm with his right hand as his gaze wandered elsewhere. A rosy colour dusted his cheeks as he smiled to himself. Tamamori’s fist clenched around the bead in his hand for a few moments as he tried to take deep breaths. All he could think as he looked at Minakami was that this had to be love.

His free hand gently grabbed Minakami by his chin and turned his face so he could look deep into his bright blue eyes. It pained him to see those eyes, but at the same time, they were a testament to the long journey he had taken to get here.

The hashihime had taken the futures of so many Tamamori’s, of that he was certain, and yet… he still remembered everything. The good and the bad. Mostly the bad, honestly, but the reason he had faced all of these hardships, again and again, was standing right in front of him.

Tamamori closed his eyes when he leaned in and closed the distance between their lips. His breath caught in his throat when Minakami returned the kiss with full force without hesitation.

“Ngh!”

To think Tamamori would be the one to be taken by surprise here. Still, he didn’t allow his momentary confusion to distract him. He gasped as he parted his lips, allowing Minakami to deepen their kiss if he so desired. Minakami’s fingers curled into Tamamori’s hair as he eagerly took in more of Tamamori. They both groaned softly into the kiss in between shaky breaths and sloppy noises.

Tamamori’s heart was racing in his chest when Minakami finally broke the kiss. Being so caught up in the moment, Tamamori stood there with his eyes closed longer than was necessary. When he did open his eyes, he was greeted by a sight he could never forget. Minakami had taken the hand which had been holding his chin and was gently pressing it against his face.

“Minakami, I…” Tamamori swallowed hard, his eyes out of focus as he came up with the right words to say. “……I’m home.”

Minakami giggled and suddenly his bright blue eyes had a warmth to them Tamamori had never seen before.

“Welcome home.”

#koshotengai no hashihime #hashihime of the old book town #tamamori #minakami #mogi writes #i needed to get this out of my system so badly oof

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Imaginary Friends

School was out for Geistville Elementary. As students hurried to the bus or for their parents’ cars, one student was left to wait in the playground as he always did.

Ken, honestly didn’t mind waiting to be picked up from school. It was extra play time as far as he was concerned, getting the full run of the playground and not have to share the area with anyone…

Except for one person.

He had met her back when he still went to the preschool that was attached to the building. She was around his age and was always there waiting to play with someone. The other kids couldn't see her of course but Ken didn’t mind.

“Weeee! C’mon, Ayami, catch me!” Ken giggled, ducking under the jungle gym as his friend chased him, floating just off the ground.

Her laugh echoed around them, the glow around her body illuminating the area.

Ayami, didn’t dress like the other ghost kids Ken had seen over the years. She wore a set of black and white armor,with flower like designs and crystals embedded into it. Her hair was pure white and one of her eyes was a bright green color, contrasting to her other eye, which was a pale blue color.

“I’m gonna catch ya!” She phased through the jungle gym, floating upwards as Ken bounded across the top.

“Nya!”

She giggled before tackling him as the two children rolled across it, laughing up a storm, one having to catch his breath.

“That was fun! We haven’t rough housed in a while! It’s been too long!”

Ken sat up, grinning.

“Way too long.” He giggled, leaning back. “We gotta play more often.”

Ayami fiddled with her hands, unsure.

“I dunno… I’m not normal.”

“But you're my friend!” He insisted. “We never play except during school days and then during summer I never see you!”

“But…” She looked down. “Would your parents be okay with a ghost friend?”

That was the problem she was worried about. For a while, she looked and acted very much like a human child. Ayami had been deceased for a long time. Ken never asked her about what happened and she didn’t bring it up either.

It was an unspoken kind of rule. Don’t ask about the things that would make either of them upset.

Ken poked her forehead, getting her attention.

“My daddy was like me when he was little. I’m sure he’d be okay with it… and you’re a nice ghost. Pleeeaaase?” He gave her the puppy eyes.

Ayami squeaked, covering her own eyes.

“Kennny!!! That’s not fair!”

“Please? Please? Please?”

“Ooohhh bother…” She giggled, lowering her hands. He was still making the face. “Okay, okay!”

“Yippee!” Ken threw his arms around her. “You know where my house is? I can tell you where it is or you can sneak in and hide with me and my brothers!”

“I can find you easily.” She winked. “That’s the cool part of being a Ghost Guardian.”

“Right! Maybe I can meet more of your ghost friends too?” He tilted his head. “If you're okay with it.”

“Maybe. Oh! If you ever come to where I stay, you can meet Dree Dree! And Jackie and Aggie too!”

“Oooo… Yeah! Yeah!” Ken giggled, holding out his pinky finger. “It’s a promise!”

Ayami giggled, looping her finger with his.

“A secret promise!”

“A secret play date!”

oooooo

Around early evening, when the sun was still high in the sky, Ken had a knock at his window.

He looked up from his game system, grinning at who he saw. Ayami was floating just outside of his window, her white hair blowing in the wind.

“Is it a bad time?”

He pushed the window open, leaning out a little.

“You’re good! Wanna come in?”

“Hm…” She furrowed her brow, looking down to where she could see through the window to the rest of the Miyamoto family. “Not yet. Wanna come outside and play?”

“I can! Hikaru helped me with my homework!”

“Cool! I got done training early too.”

The two children laughed before Ken hurried to grab his coat, grabbing one of his toys too.

“Daddy?”

Eiji looked up, adjusting his reading glasses.

“Yeah, Kiddo?”

Ken smiled, giving him a bit of a puppy eyed look.

“It’s still daytime, can I go outside for awhile?”

Eiji hummed in thought, glancing outside. It would still be about two hours before night fell.

“Only an hour and a half. I want you back just before sunset, okay?”

“Okay, thanks!”

Ken hurried outside, meeting Ayami at the backdoor… This time, however, Okami was wary as she stared at the ghostly child.

“Um… Is she okay?”

“She’s a nice doggy, don’t worry. Okami, c’mon! You can sleep while we play.”

Okami huffed but followed after anyways, not wanting to let Ken out of her sight.

The children didn’t pay her much mind, since she kept up with their pace easily.

“I brought my bouncy ball. We can kick it around or something! See?” Ken pointed to the pale green designs around the black ball. “It glows in the dark!”

“Ooo, like me!” Ayami giggled.

“Yeah!” Ken moved back several paces, once he was sure they were a bit out of sight. “Ready?”

“Ahuh, ahuh!” Ayami got into position, bouncing in place.

Ken grinned before kicking the ball her way, the girl jumping into the air a bit to kick it back.

“Nice!”

He ran a bit further in before kicking it as hard as he could.

Ayami squeaked as it barreled right towards her, turning her body intangible as it flew right through where her stomach would’ve been.

“Eeek! Sorry!”

Ken ran up to her.

“You okay?”

“Yup!”

Both children looked to where the ball had gone. They couldn’t see it anymore, having lost sight of it in the brush.

“... Uh oh.” They murmured in unison.

“... I’ll go get it-”

“I’ll go with you!”

Okami whined, watching them leave. Her ears folded before walking after them.

Ayami phased in and out of the brush, looking for the ball, the leaves lighting up as her essence phased through them.

“Hm… Not here…”

Ken looked around, humming in thought. He peered down the hill, seeing a faint glow from the paint.

“Found it-”

His foot slipped, as he started to tumble down the hill. Ken yelped, bracing himself for a hard impact… only for Ayami to grab his jacket’s hood, pulling hard to keep him from doing just that.

“Oof!”

He sighed in relief as she set him down. Okami whined from the top of the hill, pacing back and forth.

“I’m okay, Okami, promise!” He turned to Ayami, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Ayami shook her head.

“Don’t. You okay?”

“Ahuh!”

Ayami smiled before floating off retrieving the ball.

“I got it!”

Ken smiled, bouncing in place a little. “Wanna play here?”

“Hm… I don’t think so. It’ll take a bit to get you home.” Ayami offered her hand to him. “Hold on tight.”

Ken blinked, doing so… squealing as she floated upwards for a moment, going higher than the boy thought possible, rising over the treetops.

The entire forest was revealed to them as Ken looked around in wonder.

“Wow…” He breathed. “This… Wow.”

“Not too much?” Ayami asked, smiling sheepishly. “Not scary?”

“No way!” Ken laughed. “We’re FLYING, Ayami! Really flying!”

She looked to the ball and back to Ken. “Wanna forget catch for a bit?”

“Yup!”

She dropped it before getting a better hold on Ken, keeping him close.

“Ready?”

Ken gave her a thumbs up.

Ayami grinned, her green eye glowing brighter before she flew off at a rapid speed, the children laughing up a storm the whole way.

Dipping up and down back through the tree branches as Ayami made them both intangible, even through the earth itself as they popped back up.

Ken squealed as they flew through a particularly large tree, spotting a family of owlets before they phased out of it and onto the next branch.

“THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER!”

“And this is what I get to do all the time!”

After a while of flying like this, Ayami came to a stop in a particularly large oak tree that looked over the property. The two sat next to one another on one of the thicker branches, gazing out at the view before them. Ayami was a little tired, leaning against the trunk of the tree, while Ken was still bouncing a bit excitedly.

“That was… Seriously, you can do all kinds of amazing things and…” Ken rubbed the back of his neck, going a little red. “And I’m just the kid who can see ghosts…”

“Aww Kenny…” Ayami pouted a little. “But you can do a lot of really neat things too. You can see what others don’t… and you aren’t afraid of those things either.”

“Not true… I have lots of bad dreams about bad things that happen to people…” Ken rubbed his arm. “I see people too that wanna get my attention because they can’t get anyone else’s. Like my big brothers’ first mommy and daddy. They haunted me all the time until Daddy was able to save Hika.”

“And I kept ‘em away from you at school, remember?” Ayami squeezed his shoulder, prompting a small smile from Ken. “Kenny, you just gotta practice. You’re still little.”

“Yeah… I wanna be just like my daddy when I grow up. I just… get scared sometimes… but Daddy says that this stuff happened to him too when he was little… same for my Auntie Naomi.” Ken fidgeted with his hands a little. “And I don’t have as many bad dreams anymore. Sammy helps me sleep better with Dreamster’s help. We play a lot when things get scary so I can sleep again.” He smiled a little.

“What kind of dream stuff do you do?”

“Well…” Ken perked up. “Last night, I conjured up my oba-san’s house! It’s really, really huge!” Ken held out his arms as wide as they could go without causing him to lose balance. “And we played around the garden with her koi fish! The garden’s super, super big! It’s like a mini forest too!”

“Wow…” Ayami smiled. “And you did that.”

“Ahuh… and Okami helps me in my dreams too.”

“That’s cool!”

Ken smiled, looking down, seeing Okami at the base of the tree… giving him a disapproving look.

“Yup. She loves me a lot. And I love her.”

Ayami smiled, closing her eyes as she leaned her head back. “So, you’re not just the kid who sees ghosts. Your daddy wouldn’t have known what to look out for with your brothers if you hadn’t seen their parents first.”

“Yeah… I guess so, huh?” Ken fumbled with his hands, frowning a little. “I just… hope no one’s in really big trouble, because of my new nightmares.”

Ayami squeezed his hand, taking it into her own.

“If they are, then we’ll get them out of it.” She gave him a grin. “That’s the job of a Ghost Guardian, to help people!”

“And… Memoria Coven members, can create Remembereds… or get spirit companions of our own when we’re old enough.” Ken smiled, a hopeful look coming to his eyes. “I wanna be that cool too.”

“And I have no doubts.”

“Ayami…”

Ken hugged her tightly, startling her for a second before she returned the embrace, her glow brightening.

“Kenny... I wanna help every step of the way. I promise.”

“And I know you will. It’s a promise… Okay?”

Ayami smiled, hugging him tighter.

“A secret promise.”

“A ghost promise!”

They giggled a little before Ayami helped him up, floating down to the ground.

Sunset was coming and they both knew Eiji and Carmen would NOT be pleased if Ken wasn’t home soon.

“Can we do this again tomorrow?” He asked as they hurried off for the house.

Ayami grabbed onto a tree branch, swinging down as she sprinted alongside him.

“We sure can! More playtime, lots more play time!”

“Yay!”

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