#but couldn't get any further as just then an elephant fell on her head.

[aquanafrahudy]

Jenny Everywhere and the Rather Annoyingly-Titled Sequel to "Jenny Everywhere and the Very Short Story"

"Now look here," said Jenny, "This is getting really rather ridiculous."

"Really?" said the narrator of the story, who happened to be me, "I find it quite amusing."

"It most certainly isn't!" cried Jenny, "There was I, all set to go out on my adventure, when suddenly the story ends! So I decide to go off on an extra-narrative adventure, and then another one starts! How on earth is an overly-metafictional incarnation of an ubiquitous open-source character supposed to get an adventure if there are stories starting and ending all over the place?"

"You might as well ask," the narrator (otherwise known as myself) remarked, "How one an overly-metafictional incarnation of an ubiquitous open-source character is supposed to get an adventure when she is sitting about arguing with a nebulous narrator who may or may not be being vaguely implied to be a narrator from one of the author's other works."

"Isn't this the author's debut?"

"Harrumph, well... In a manner of speaking."

"Right," said Jenny, "That's it! I'm going off on an adventure." but it turned out she couldn't as that was the end of the story.

The character of Jenny Everywhere is available for use by anyone, with only one condition: This paragraph must be included in any publication involving Jenny Everywhere, that others might use this property as they wish. All rights reversed.

[takalzuoom]

Twst pirate captain's reaction to y/n escaping/getting kidnapped

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 + 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚

cw : mentioned elephant death, implied that leona kills people + killed them in the head, kidnapping

authors note :

this only took 21/2 days to write 😳

apart of my twst pirate au 🌊

pt. 2

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

Hyperventilating. Where are you - why weren't you here? You were late. you were never late. It was your wedding day and yet 5 minutes have passed since the music started. He looks to his groomsmen; trey and cater, who were too busy in a silent argument.

Ace was supposed to get you, hand you off to your father, and join Deuce as your ‘groom of honor’ ( you insisted it was them and not some 'grossest' noblewoman)

But yet, you were late.

The Shrill of a seagull was heard as he glanced to the dock. Eyes gravitating towards the closed harbor. Like a fishbowl. The harbor was surrounded by beautiful cliffside meadows where you and Riddle would frolic to.

he almost smiles as he sees the color of the pansies and wildflowers in bloom. he couldn't help but reminisce about the time he found you. There in the apple tree, munching on a golden delicious as he demanded you to come down from there. Of course, you said 'no.' And claimed that you owned the tree.

And just like today, only a few ships are sailing in the harbor. A few chosen Heartsbyual and Pomefiore ships were allowed to sail.

His head slowly fell to the small audience. His mother deemed it only nectary to have a small venue to officiate it. Then put on a big show for your people.

Oh right- his mother.

He couldn't help but tense up as he met his mother's eye. The woman gestured to him to ‘smile’. Her example was more hypocritical than helpful as the scrunch on her brow and the painfully fake smile on her lips made her seem rather cynical.

But it was no use. The whispers were getting louder and the glances were getting harsher. Trey mumbled about how you were probably just nervous. That you would walk through that door and down that aisle any second now, a smile on your face and love in your eyes.

But nothing happened.

No dramatic entrance

No Ace beckoning Crewel or his mother

Nothing.

Only hushed silence was heard as the piano player stopped, and the flower girl and ring bearer joined their parents.

You had both talked about this. Both told each other about your worries about the wedding and about the future that seems closer than it is further. But he couldn't help wonder- Had you lied to him?

A hand met his shoulder. Trey’s comforting smile did nothing for his nerves as he told him he would go see if you were okay with Cater.

“No” Riddle whispered, eyeing his mother who was in a heated conversation with Crewel. “That would prove that something is wrong. And nothing is wrong” he could feel his teeth start to clench and his cheeks start to heat up.

But a quick few taps to his back had him taking deep breaths in, and deep breaths out.

Riddle’s mom stood up, giving Riddle a sideways glance as she muttered something to Crewel as she made her way to the door of the large balcony that was overseeing the cliffside, and by extension- the sea.

Riddle couldn't help but stare at the sea. Trey asked Cater if Crewel had allowed trade today due to the wedding. ‘No’ Riddle thought, a churning feeling spreading throughout his gut as the ship went towards the apple pass. Both where you met and Riddle proposed.

“Your highness! Admiral Rosehearts!” The doors flung open with a slam. Ace Trapolla, your ‘man of honor’ bent over panting. Eyes flickering anywhere and everywhere. His suit was both sullied and wet. And so was the carpet as he dripped like a dog who just took a bath.

Riddle stepped down, eyeing Ace as they both held stern eye contact as Ace stomped towards him, ignoring his mother's questions.

“Y/n has been kidnapped!”

Ace gasped at the feeling of Riddle’s hands tightening around his. Trey Deuce and Cater’s collective gasps covered up the cowards as Riddle’s mother banished them from the ceremony. Not to even think about what happened when outside the palace.

“What?” Crewel raised from his front pew, loafers thundering as Riddle ran towards the banister, watching the ship disappear from the view in between the cliffs.

“Ace what the fuck do you mean my child’s been kidnapped? Where were you! Why didn’t you help them!”

“I couldn't your highness! I wasn't ab-“

“I save you from death all those years ago and- and this- this is how you repay me Trappolla?” Crewel was screaming with anger. Grip getting ever so tighter on Ace’s ruined tux as a seam or two cried in agony.

“Who.” Riddle asks. Deep down already knew the answer as his back still faced the group. White paint chipped from his fingertips as his face blew up like a tomato’s.

“Who”

“A pirate!” Ace was thrown from Crewel’s grasp. Stumbling off to look at Riddle.

Crewel’s gasp could be heard. A heartbroken no slipped from his lips as his knees buckled, Deuce catching him as his cane wobbled from the unbalanced weight.

“Who”

“Leona Kingscholar! His men-”

Riddle’s hand shot out, silencing the young guard as Trey and Cater consoled the frazzled Ace. His mind and body separated as he kept mumbling obscenities.

Slamming his hand on the railing, nails forming indents on his palm as Trey swore the whole dock below them could hear Riddle's grinding teeth.

Riddle roared, pushing away from the banister as Trey and Cater followed quickly behind him. “When I get my hands on him- it’ll be off his head!”

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚

The darkening clouds and restless sea were no problem for pirate lord Leona Kingscholar. He could steer his ship through a squall with his eyes closed.

The raging seas and tempests were what he lived for, what he craved for. As it spiced up his and the crew's experience. The latter later going ashore and bragging about how they were in the jaws of the leviathan, or a foot in Davy Jones's locker. But kicked and clashed their way out. As well as confirming how hardcore they were.

Especially as they were in the Octavinelle seas. Crawling- well treading with sea monsters that escaped the depths of hell and infested themselves in the sea of the damned.

Albeit Leona saw nothing wrong with it. He’s killed his fair share of sharks and sirens. Not afraid to shoot at a looming shadow that seemed to follow stalk his crew.

But again- these were the Octavinelle seas. Where up was down, and back was forth and ahead they were entering the elephant's graveyard to escape those pesky navy men.

The elephant's graveyard.

A shipwreck hotspot that got its nickname years ago when a smuggling ship was carrying a couple of elephants. During the night, a baby worth a hefty penny had wandered too close to the railing. Losing its footing from the rocking of the boat. And fell.

Of course, the others went overboard too. There to save the young one, but ultimately meeting their fates at the hands of the abyss as their anger and betrayal brought down every ship that managed to sail in their graveyard.

But Leona didn’t believe in any of that.

The elephants were dead and their spirits had moved on. That’s it. End of story. Like most spirits who died at sea, they were collected, had their judgment day, and moved on. Reuniting at the pearly gates and all that other bullshit.

so once the weather started to pick up, bringing his hat from his chest. He went to work.

Leona would never, ever back down from a fight he couldn't win. But this one. He'd rather avoid it overall.

but the wind laughed crudely as it blew his sails in the wrong direction.

"Leona!" Ruggie called, eyes widening from the deck. Nervously fiddling his shirt as he recognized the wind's cruelness

"Leona get us the fuck outta ‘ere!"

"I'm trying! And if you would shut up I could concentrate! Hoist the colors!"

Leona Kingscholar slept with both eyes closed constantly. Not caring who said what or who did what. He wasn't afraid of any man, woman, or child that crossed his path- claiming they'd get revenge with snot running down their nose as brain gunk soon following.

No sea tale kept him up at night as he called out each flaw in each story someone would present to him

there was nothing he was afraid of...

Though he made sure to steer clear of Davy Jones's locker. And the man who just got promoted to run it.

Azul Ashengrotto.

The whistling winds started to sing, started to belt as the waves grew sadistic. Kissing the crew like a jealous lover as she pulled unlucky crewmen back with them.

His grip tightened at the helm. Eyes squinting from the spraying water, and teeth clenching from the sheer amount of effort it took to steer the ship around the eye of the storm.

Though he never crossed paths with Ashengrooto. A few close calls were all he remembered. He's heard rumors about the Monstro. How it plowed the eye of squalls. Letting the ocean rip and tear apart ships before swooping in like vultures and picking the scraps.

Scraps, men on the brink of death- same thing different story. He wasn't planning on handing his men over to that slimy captain and working hundred years- and for what? Delayed judgment? He laughs every time he thinks about it. If you didn't like what you did on the seas then you shouldn't have done it at all.

Or at least have pride in what you did. Like Leona

“Jack” he called. His yell was swept away by the wind as the latter was too busy securing the riggings and helping Ruggie bark orders in Leona’s steed.

He couldn't let go of the helm, the winds as even a slip up would mean uncertain doom.

“Jack” he roared, catching the wolf's attention as water crashed from the sea and onto the deck.

He was seeing less and less of his crew and he didn't like that. Nor did he like the shadow of an ocean-scarred ship in the distance.

He gripped the helm tighter.

A crack of lightning struck the waves next to him. Just as an idea struck him. Spinning the helm aggressively to the left, he remembers what he told grim- you.

"That in a squall, no one would hear you. No one would care if you were thrown around like a rag doll since you were 'safely' below deck. Away from the harsh seas.

Though the flooding water always seemed to be a problem for Ruggie. Now for Leona as knee-deep water was perfect for a few stowaways

“Check the prisoners- now”

There was a vile, slimy taste in his mouth. A shiver racked up his spine. Not just from the tormenting waves that sprayed him causing his clothes to cling to his bones.

It was all too perfect. The rougher than usual storm, the constant sprays from the sea, the flinging of crewmates.

That blasted ship.

And that god-forsaken dream.

Azul Ashengrotto had something to do with this. Whether it was him wanting his crewmates for his own, something else, or both. All he knew was that there was more to this attack than he was led to believe.

And he didn't like that.

Thunder crackled through the sky, and another streak of lightning was seen. That’s twice now. In the same spot on his right.

“Capt’n! Capt’n!” Jack came barreling up from the brig. Hat and bandana were long gone as he would undoubtedly catch a cold when this was done. A nasty one was his whole body was drenched. His shirt and pants were a part of him now as scratches decorated his chest.

His eyes lost and brows furrowed as he ran up the stairs and to the stern where Leona was.

“They’re gone. The water was deeper than usual- up to my thighs as they had bite marks in them!”

Leona sucked his breath in. Not focusing on the news too much as he spun the helm quickly, avoiding another crashing wave.

“That slimy octo-fuck”

[quirkdotcom]

The Arrangement | Part Two- The Meeting

Chapter Summary: It's finally the weekend for (Y/n) so that means its time to meet this suitor of hers...but also the Number one hero Endeavor. Could things be any worse ??

Authors Note: I am so sorry for the late update !!! I have been having troubles with writers block, and a few personal things, but I am going to try and stay in this writing habit !! I am even working on a denki fic !! Anyways, enjoy !

Part One

"(Y/n), our guests are here, come greet them," your mother called from the front room, where you were dreading to go.

"Coming! Just a moment!" You called, smoothing down the skirt that you had bought earlier this week. You took a deep breath, taking a moment to send Maiko a quick message about how you were about to meet with Endeavour and his son.

As you made your way down the stairs, you could hear your father already laughing and making conversation with Enji Todoroki, but those were the only voices you heard. 

"Ah, there's my daughter!" He proudly beamed, most likely fake as he was never proud of you...not like this. 

You forced a smile onto your face, bowing your head slightly as you approached the two figures.  When you looked back up, you first made eye contact with the pro hero. 

He was intimidating, somewhere around six foot.  Though it wasn't his height, or sturdy build, or even the scar across his face, that made him fearsome. No. 

You found that it was the look in his eyes, they held very little emotion as he looked to you. If anything, they were scrutinizing and mean. The same that you had seen in your own father's eyes at times. 

Quickly, you averted your eyes, now looking to his son, the guy who you were going to be forcefully placed into a marriage with. 

After Maiko and you found out that Shoto was the son of Enji, and that you'd be meeting with him, your best friend had asked her coworker, Kirishima for his phone number, as they were classmates. And the redhead happily gave it to Maiko, who in turn, gave it to you. 

You had tried your best to make the first text quick, and explain everything, but the dual haired boy had never responded. 

You smiled politely to him. After being able to text him earlier this week, you hoped that Enji didn't know about the milkshake incident, or that you had tried talking to his son. But hey, luckily you were skilled at acting. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you both, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N)," 

"This is Shoto, and my name is Enji, but I'm sure you already know who I am," 

You nodded, "It is an honor to have you in our home, Im sure that my parents have already asked that you both make yourself at home here," 

Together, the four walked into the main living room, where Tea and some light snacks were readily made and kept warm by a maid. 

Once seated, your mother began to speak.

"Tell me, Shoto, how are your studies? I heard that you attend UA!"

He looked up to her, thinking for a moment, "It's good. By now, the weaker students have been weeded out. I'm actually one of the top three students there currently," 

You perked up, wanting to see how much he'd tell about UA, what it meant to be in the top three, and whether or not it was anything like your father said.

"Really? Tell me more! I've heard a lot about that school, and I've always wished I had been able to attend," you started, but stopped shortly as a hand was placed firmly on your shoulder. 

"(Y/N) Now don't bombard him. I'm sure that he doesn't want to speak about school on the weekend, " Your father gave you a side eye, in which you only nodded as a response.

It was silent for some time before you mother spoke up once more, "(Y/n), why don't you show Shoto to our garden, while your father and Enji talk details," 

"Yes mother," You said, masking your emotions with yet another fake smile, holding onto it until you and Shoto reached the backyard, where your mother's prized garden waited. 

Upon closing the door behind you, you sighed heavily. 

"You too huh?" Todoroki glanced over, his eyes reflecting the same amount of disdain for the situation. 

"Yeah...this isn't quite how I'd like life to go," you shrugged, knowing that you didn't really have a choice. 

At first, he didn't say anything, letting you lead the way further into the garden, and in the conversation. 

"Oh and again, I'm really sorry about my milkshake...and for having to get your number from that Kirishima guy, I know that it isn't polite," 

As he stopped to hold the bud of a blooming flower between his fingers,  Todoroki shrugged, "It's fine. No one was home to question me about the stains on my clothes, and Kirishima gave me a heads up," 

"Oh! It stained your clothes! Please let me make it up somehow!" You turned to face him, eyes widening some as you realized that he had been wearing a white shirt that day. 

"But I already said it was fine? It's just a shirt, by now my sister probably cleaned it fairly well," 

"Oh…" you nodded once, rocking backwards onto your heels, "I guess that's okay then…" 

He straightened out, "We should talk about the rhino in the room," 

You paused, "Uhhh...elephant," 

He stared at you, blinking slowly, then looked around, as if he was wondering if you and your parents had enough money to manage an elephant.

"The saying goes that there's an elephant in the room..not a...rhino?" You pause for a moment, "But uh yes, I agree…" 

With that, Shoto nods once, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you also don't want to go through with an arranged marriage," 

"That's correct…but I really have no choice. I'd be facing my father everyday, met with a wall of un-forgiveness. I don't think I'd be able to handle it," You let out a long sigh, walking more until you found the bench put in by your mother.

He followed you, taking a seat after you had sit down. He wore a pensive look on his face, as if he was thinking about some past memory.

After a few moments he said, "But, it's your life…" 

You looked away from him, holding your hand out, watching as you activated your quirk.

Around you, loose dirt and sand raised from the ground, coming together into hard clumps of dirt. As you closed your fist, the shot forwards and fell as their energy died out. You could do this with most organic substances, but sand, dirt and rocks always worked best. 

Your father however, could do it with whatever he wanted. Object propulsion was what he had always called it. Brought things up, and then forwards at alarmingly fast rates. 

"It's never been my life. If it had been my life, I would have attended UA, I would be in control of how I act and how I want to decorate things. What I say and how I express myself. " You dropped your hand, shaking your head, "As much as I wish to defy his rules, I know that I'd only be a bigger disappointment to him and the rest of my family. I'd bring shame to our name and unwanted publicity," 

He didn't answer as first, as instead, memories flashed in front of his eyes. The sports festival being the most prominent. How long had he repressed using his fire. How long had he resented his own reflection.  

As he gazed at you, he could almost see some of the same traits. 

"Well, if that's the case. I suppose that by accepting this arrangement, I would only be helping you." He stood up, holding his hand out to you, "In which I want to get to know you better, that way, a marriage in the future won't be just to merge two hero alliances, but so we can enjoy ourselves," 

You faced him, taking his hand and standing up, the two of you now shaking hands for a short moment. 

"I'm looking forward to that," You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

For the next half an hour, you and Shoto walked around your garden, taking turns talking about your interests and your lives. He told you about his siblings, and his mother. He talked about his friends, his classmates and his school. 

You in turn talked about your best friend, your mother, what it was like at your own school, and your want to have a puppy. 

"A puppy?? What kind? What would you name them?" He asked, stopping by some lavender colored roses, which weren't normally that color, but with your mom's quirk, the ability to change certain aspects about organic life,  like color and size, made it possible. She always talked about the significance of this certain color but you couldn't remember. 

"Any kind! If it was a boy, I'd name him Haku...and for a girl...maybe something like...Kiyo!" You beamed, a little proud of yourself for thinking of names on the spot. 

Shoto nodded, never having thought much about getting a pet, but the idea seemed to grow on him more and more as he doted on the idea of seeing you with a puppy. 

Before you knew it, both of your names were being called by your respective parents. Their meeting must have finished. 

As the two of you walked up, Enji spoke, "The details have been set, once you finish this year, you two will be engaged, and half a year after, the marriage date will be set."

Then your father took over at that point, "From there, our hero agencies will be joined into one, making us all stronger together," 

You caught your mother's eye, she looked a little distant, but still gave you a warm smile, the best one she could afford at the moment. 

Together, the five of you walked to the front door, and watched as Todoroki and his father got into their car, and drove away from your house. 

You waited until you could no longer see their car before turning and walking inside, your father and mother following suit. 

As you turned to walk up the stairs, your name was called once more, it was again, your father.

"(Y/n), do not forget what this means for us," 

"I...I won't" You didn't turn around, only continuing up the stairs and into your room, quietly shutting the door behind you, and sliding down it until you were sitting, knees hugged to your chest. 

While the event had been surprisingly nice, Shoto definitely seemed a lot nicer now that he wasn't covered in a strawberry milkshake. And you two even got along pretty well. 

But, his father and yours...they'd never understand.  To your knowledge, your own father had married your mother to take over her mother's hero agency. Never for love. You weren't even sure if they had come to love each other. 

After some five minutes you stood back up, moving to your bed and flopping down onto it, pulling your bunny plush to you, hugging it tightly.  

Supposedly, now that the details have been set, you'd be seeing more of Shoto and his family...and that almost didn't seem so bad. Maybe, since you wouldn't be alone in all this, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. 

You then pulled out your phone, hitting the power button and watching as the screen turned on, notifications filing in one by one. 

There were some from your group chat, and others from the few youtubers you watched, and then a few hidden text messages. 

When you unlocked your phone and opened the text app, you of course had a few from Maiko, asking how the meeting had gone, and then surprisingly, one from Shoto.

You typed out a response to your best friend first, recounting how everything played out. From seeing how scary his father really was, to the walk in the garden. You kept having to delete things and rewrite them, trying to make it so you seemed more enthused than you were, though she'd definitely catch on either way. 

Then, with a deep breath, you looked to the message from Todoroki. 

It read, "Hey, (Y/n) today wasn't actually too bad. I look forward to actually being friends."

At first, you didn't quite know what to say.  But as you pulled up the keyboard, you found yourself comfortably responding with, "Hey! Me too! Together this won't be terrible!" And hit send without even a second thought. 

Not even a moment later, your phone buzzed, half expecting a text back, you were surprised to see that it was actually a call from Maiko. Well, not too surprised.

"Hello?" 

"Mkay tell me everything, and not the half hearted 'it was so much fun' stuff because I know its a lie," 

You hummed, giving a soft laugh a moment later, "okay, okay, it wasn't exactly the best! His dad is really...really scary. I mean, even without the flames sprouting from his face. Not to mention, Endeavour in the same room as my dad?? I felt like the room drained of any good vibes." 

"Ah so they didn't pass the vibe check," you could almost hear her shaking her head sadly.

"Oh definitely not, " you chuckled, rolling over onto your back, still holding the bunny, "But Shoto isn't actually that bad?? He seemed really nice...not at all like the pictures or how he was at the mall!"

She paused, "Really?? Because I could have sworn that he was ready to kill one or both of us back then," 

"Surprisingly it's true. He spent like ten minutes talking about his siblings and how they all had dinner the day before." 

You both went on to talk about things for some time, passing the time away as your conversation drifted from Todoroki to the upcoming week of school, and the week in general.

At one point, you went to check your calendar app, and was met with another message from Todoroki.

"Ooooh Maiko I have a favor to ask…"