#he really wouldn’t have expected him to talk to news agency :

[hobismilitarywife]

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[kinq-sleazee]

this is more of a prolonged thought than a cohesive fic but I hope you enjoy

baby daddy deku?

18+ MDNI

god … imagine it being some random hook up ? a friend of mina’s that showed up at one of her pool parties.

and you looked so pretty in that sundress— all soft and smooth. thin fabric nestled perfectly against your curves. and fuck when he watched you pull it off, revealing the tiniest little bikini… he knew it was a wrap.

deku fucked you hard that afternoon. mina’s bathroom— butt naked with the lights on.

he had you bent over the counter with one hand covering your mouth and the other gripping your wrists behind your back. thick cock pounded your poor cunny that was already swollen and puffy from his extremely thorough prep.

deku was so whiny in your pussy. begging you to ‘take that dick, please’ and praising you for “squeezin’ (him) so perfect”.

each thrust was like having the wind knocked out of your lungs. it felt like he was nestled in your rib cage. all you could do is scream and cream on his cock while he wrecked you.

and that was that.

he filled your little pussy then licked you clean . a particularly nasty kiss was exchange fill with cum , spit and your own arousal.

the two of you exchanged numbers but of course he didn’t call. you didn’t expect him too. he’s a busy guy. a rising pro hero with a growing agency. you had no intention of making this situation more than what it was, that is until you realized your period was late.

now you had no intention of telling him. you didn’t want to tell anyone. you locked yourself in your apartment to embarrassed to venture. you probably would’ve gave birth in there had it not been for mina beating your door down to make sure that you were still alive.

she scolded you for trying to do this alone. reassuring that she would be there for you regardless. encouraging you to be brave in your new journey. and getting really excited to be an aunt.

she even helped tell deku when you were ready— which was about the beginning of the second trimester. she marched the two of you right past his secretary and into his office.

he was a bit startled at the sudden intrusion.

“ashido— oh”

seeing you was a surprise. he wanted to contact you after the … fling but time got away from him. if he wasn’t doing hero work , he was making appearances. if he wasn’t making appearances, he was sleeping. surely, you wouldn’t hold it against him ?

but then he noticed you cradling your stomach that looked slightly rounder than the last time he saw you.

his brain short circuited but only for a second. after a few deep breaths and a sip of water then he’s at your feet profusely apologizing and promising to be there every step of the way in some way shape or form.

deku makes good on that promise. he will never let you go to an appointment alone. if he can’t be there personally he’ll enlist the help of mina, and kacchan on occasion. the appointments with bakugo are always pretty fun because he tried to censor his speech for the baby.

“i don’t need that daaarn nerd on my case if his brat comes out cursing !”

deku gets so excited and invested in this baby that it’s bleeding in every aspect of his life. literally lost it when he found out that he’d be having a baby girl. he has to catch himself during interviews to keep himself from spilling too much tea about the “brand new girl” in his life.

things are great with you too ! it was easy for him to develop a friendship with you. heck you’re the mother of his child and you’ve already touched privates so is awkward small talk really necessary?

he’s rock solid. a shoulder you can cry on when things get to tough. deku will always be there to help you carry the burden. he spend the majority of the final trimester in your apartment helping out wherever he could.

and when the baby finally came— ahh! cue the water works. between him and his mother, they nearly had to evacuate the maternity ward for fear of flooding. he couldn’t help it. every time he looked at that little bundle he couldn’t help but be in awe and then he’d look at you and feel even more love because you’re the one that gave it to him.

six month in your baby girl is sitting up and babbling. rolling in her crib wearing an all might onesie and dynamight booties. she’s your twin— save for the curly green space buns and sparkling emerald eyes. easily the cutest baby in the world.

deku just wants to hold her all day. all of his spare time is spent with her. he’s barely even using his apartment at this point only going once a week to get more clothes. most of the time he’ll crash out on the floor next to the baby’s crib or on the couch with her on his tummy.

he’s just so comfortable here. a little too comfortable some might suggest.

he can’t help but bristle at the inquiries about your relationship. eye twitching when kaminari jokes about you being back on the market.

he has no reason to be upset. you’re a beautiful woman and of course there’s the potential for interested suitors but it just doesn’t sit right with him. it nags on him all day. well past the end of his shift. well past when his daughter has fallen asleep. well past when you’ve handed him his blanket and said goodnight.

he just can’t shake the sick feeling in his stomach whenever he thinks of you in another man’s arms.

so he goes to your door and allmight help him when he hears soft whimpers of his name.

“izuku~”

“right there, izu”

“s’good. so good”

and if that’s not a sign then he doesn’t know what is.

you’re embarrassed when he opens the door. cheeks hot and ears burning at his lewd gaze. he gives you no time to explain it away— kissing you passionately while tearing off the remainder of his clothes.

he doesn’t fuck you hard like he did the first time. he fucks you slow. painfully slow. he wants to learn your body. he needs to feel you. and there’s no need to rush. the two of you have all the time in the world.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Calling All Bats

ai-less whumptober 2023 day 26- came back wrong fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Jason starts looking for Danny

ao3 ailesswhumptober23 masterlist part 5 of DLM

Danny found himself pleasantly relaxing with this strange liminal. Which he figured was why Gotham had directed him to that apartment. He had been surprised when he reached Gotham’s border and immediately felt the city’s presence. He had never encountered a living city before even though he knew they were possible. He had hesitated at first, not wanting to intrude on what felt like a haunt. But Gotham had assured him with feelings of temporary protection, she couldn’t do much. She was too weak from constantly being surrounded by corrupted ectoplasm from all the disasters. But she could offer temporary asylum and let Danny know when the GIW entered Gotham’s border. 

Of course Danny hadn’t known that Gotham would be sneaky and direct him to a liminal’s apartment. Danny had not expected a liminal to come in, usually he could sense a haunt, but with Gotham as contaminated as she was, he figured the criminal's presence was hidden. It was also probably because Jason’s ectoplasm was also corrupted.

He wished he could have stayed longer in that apartment. He might have even been able to help Jason. But when Gotham whispered to him that the GIW had come, Danny knew he had to leave before the agents found Jason. Hopefully Gotham’s corrupt ectoplasm would help hide Jason. It might even make it more difficult for the agents to track him down as well.

But he couldn’t risk it. He wasn’t sure where he’d go next. At least he had gotten his bandages changed and eaten a few cookies.

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Jason didn’t know what to do. The kid was just gone.

How was he supposed to look for him? Where even did he go?

And these GIW agents or whatever were clearly after him. Jason wasn’t about to abandon the kid.

Leaving behind his hot chocolate and cookies he walked over to his room and put his uniform back on. 

The kid was like him. They both came back wrong. Jason grimaced. He’d always described himself as coming back wrong, but thinking about the kid like that was wrong. The kid was fine. Who cared if he’d died before. And maybe, Jason wasn’t messed up either? Danny acted like all this was normal. And maybe it was. 

Whatever. Existential thought could wait till after he’d found Danny and beat the GIW to a pulp.

He left through his window and made his way up to the roof. He paused. He wouldn’t be able to search the whole city by himself. 

That meant he’d have to call in reinforcements.

Ugh. What a pain.

He activates his comm. “Hey, Oracle. Anyone out tonight?”

“Hood, I thought you were ending your patrol early today?”

“I did. Then I found something. I need anyone out to help me out with the situation.”

“Red Robin’s out right now, but Nightwing is still suited up if you need him too.”

“Go ahead and patch them both to my comm.”

“Will do.”

A moment later Dick’s voice came through. “What’s up, Hood?”

“I need your help looking for someone.” Jason said, grappling over to the next roof. “Who are you looking for?” Tim asked.

Jason hesitated before answering, “He’s a kid about fourteen or fifteen, he’s some kind of meta. I was talking with him and he just disappeared. But he mentioned he has government agents trying to hunt him down to experiment on him.” 

“What’s he look like?” Dick asked, voice serious.

Jason paused before getting it over with. “He was wearing jeans and had a black hoodie on. And he has black hair and blue eyes.”

There was silence for a moment before Dick started cackling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know this is serious, but really Little Wing? You’ve found us a new brother?”

“Shut up. We need to start looking for him.”

“Of course.” Dick said, sounding serious, but Jason could tell that the man was still smiling.

“Do you know what agency is after him?” Tim asked.

“A group called the GIW. I don't know anything else.”

“I’ll look into them. I’ve also got my systems looking for any black haired, blue eyed kids.” Babs said.

“We’ll find him, Hood.” Dick said.

Jason hoped so.

[chiara-hotel]

ADA Men with an S/O with Social anxiety (BSD)

Characters: Dazai, Ranpo, Kunikida, Atsushi

PM!& Maybe DOA version will come later

Dazai:

- …Good Luck

- Not that he’s bad with helping you out although he’ll try to push you out of your comfort zone a lot

- He’ll do that by introducing him to his coworkers/friends and try to get you in more situations to help you

- But he’ll also still be his usual self and tease you in public + PDA (though hes trying his best not to go overboard)

- If you ever get nervous/nauseous before meeting with someone he’ll be there to comfort you with cuddles and kisses

- If you ever cancel on him because your social anxiety he will get sad and mention it “bella, why’d you have to cancel on meee”

- Whenever you guys make plans he also makes sure to schedule a few days in advance so you can prepare for the outing

Ranpo:

- The best and worse in this case

- Ranpo won’t really know how to help you out whenever your nervous/nauseous for an outing… But he tries might give you some sweets

- Also he definitely knew you had social anxiety the moment he laid eyes on you

- He also wouldn’t understand how you have social anxiety much but hes not going to pry deep into that topic

- If you ever cancel on him he might cry (which would be worse then anything your brain can think of so don’t cancel on him)

- He’ll also expect an apology cuddle session at the agency (if you don’t work there that doesn’t matter, you’ll be there anyway)

Kunikida:

- Will be worried about it/be careful not to cross important boundaries

- He wouldn’t know much to do, unless you talk with him about it

- Might give you some space when your anxious, but if you vomit he’ll be there to help you

- Always plans on his schedule at least 10 minutes before an outing to help you calm down a bit

- He will get annoyed at you if you ruin his perfect schedule (which might start an argument)

- Overall… He can be the best sometimes but also not great at all

Atsushi:

- He’s also a bit anxious of social situations so he understands a bit where you come from

- He’ll try his hardest to comfort you but he might not be the best at it (he’s trying his hardest though)

- Also will introduce you to the people at the agency unless you work there, then you guys get to go on assignments together!

- If your feeling unwell/nauseous he will be there with you to rub your back (also to hold your hair if its long)

- You guys will probably both be hugging eachother go prepare for new situations

- He will also whisper praises in your ear before & after telling you “I’m proud of you” and “you did well today”

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Thats all for this post! PM version of this will come later. This hc is mostly because I have social anxiety so I hope those with anxiety feel comforted aswell by our amazing ada men.

[yurislotusgarden]

Hello there, are still open for some requests ?

If you are, may I request some platonic short fic for Dazai, in a story where Dazai and reader (female) are hanging out or having fun together at a Cat Cafe. So reader is having a bad day and Dazai decided to cheer reader up by taking her to the Cat Cafe

Some small information, Reader is Dazai’s younger sister in the story, and she lives together with Dazai, but to avoid some misunderstanding they sleeps in a separate bed room

That’s all, thank you, and I hope you have a lovely day 💐💖💐

Cat Cafe is the solution

ʚїɞ Platonic!Dazai Osamu x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: 927

ʚїɞ I don't like this one too much, it sucks compared to my other works (in my opinion). I do not know why I struggled with this one so much since I never struggled with writing platonic fics??? We are also gonna ignore that I didn't post anything for almost a month :)

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! reader's gender is said to be female from one "little sister but otherwise I didn't write anything else about the gender (I didn't even notice help)

A knock on the door to your room caused you to pry your eyes away from the book you were reading. Looking up, in the doorway was standing none other than your annoying, yet beloved older brother, Dazai Osamu.

“Do you need anything?” You asked looking over at the clock on your nightstand. 14:52 (2:52 pm), an hour Dazai still should be at his job, but it’s normal for him to randomly come back to the small agency apartment you two live in. “And shouldn’t you be in the agency? Kunikida is gonna scold you again” 

“We’re going out!” You get dismissed, but you ignore that fact due to your confusion. “Huh? Where?” “That’s a surprise!” You sighed. Of course, the brunette wouldn’t tell you, what did you expect? Before you could react, the brunette came up to you, grabbed your wrist, and pulled gently until you stood up from your bed where you were sitting, the book falling onto the bed. You just hope the page you were on wasn’t lost.

“C’mon! N/n, we need to go before Kunikida realizes where I went” Oh, so you weren’t fully dismissed earlier.

“Why did you even randomly decide to take me somewhere?” “Oh why, It’s my duty as your older brother  to make your day better, little sister!” How did he even know your day was shit even without talking much with you today? You won’t question it, you gave up on that years ago.

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“Cat cafe?” 

Here are the two of you standing in front of a small cafe which you quickly noticed to be a cat cafe to be specific. If you remember correctly, the cafe opened only 2 weeks prior, you’re not gonna hide you wanted to go here with what you heard about this place.

“Yeah, Yosano-sensei told me that you talked about this place last week in one of your guys' gossip talks” “Wha- She said she won’t tell you!”

The ‘gossip talks’ as named by Dazai, aren’t really only for that -even tho gossip is the thing that is mostly talked about at those meets- but just talking about random things with a little alcohol… no one needs to know about the other part.

“She didn’t want to tell me absolutely anything until I bribed her with something that will hurt my wallet a lot”

“You mean Kunikida-kun’s wallet”

“I don’t know what you are talking about” 

You think that maybe you should buy something for Kunikida for putting up with your brother’s bullshit all the time, maybe a new pen? Or pay for one of his meals? Maybe- And there you go being dragged again, this time into the cafe itself instead.

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The interior was welcoming when the two entered the cafe, the bell above the door jingling, alerting the workers that more customers arrived. The beige and brown walls made it seem homely and comfortable. The cold air from the AC was gently blowing on you and the brunette, instantly cooling both of you down from the warm fall air. Since the cafe was fairly empty at this time, you and Dazai went to sit down at a booth in the far left corner by a window after ordering drinks. You could hear quiet music playing from the speakers in the cafe after listening a little more closely.

“Do you even know anything about cats?” You started a conversation knowing that your brother may start something that will get you kicked out of the calm place. The safer option is to start it yourself.

“I do! Quite a lot actually!”

“I don’t believe you. Why would you know anything besides the basics? Look at you.”

“I’m taking the last part as a compliment. But! To answer your doubts, searching stuff up between work is much more entertaining.”

“What work? You mean sitting in the office and annoying Kunikida-kun until he’s close to having an aneurysm?” A fake offended gasp came from the brunette, as you expected.

“I’ll have you know that I work very hard every day!”

“You being late every day and paperwork being given to Atsushi-kun speaks something different!”

“Do you want me to prove that I know a lot?” Dazai leaned onto his arms on the table.

“Do it.”

Surprisingly, he indeed knows a lot more than you expected. Is that what he does when he isn’t jumping into rivers? Searching up stuff about cats? Why does he know all that stiff if he never did and still doesn’t own a cat?

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“You thought that my bad mood will disappear just because we came here?” It was over 15 minutes before you remembered why were you even in the cafe in the first place.

“Of course! We both know my ideas don’t fail!”

You were going to say how coming here won’t magically fix your mood, that it doesn’t work like that,  but that was your thought before 2 of the cafe cats decided you’re the perfect person to bother. One cat -who you heard didn’t even like people that much and normally just sits in random places to evade people- is casually lying on your lap and accepting pets like it’s normal for him, and then there’s the other one who’s sitting beside you in a way that you have no option to put your hand comfortably to the side, therefore, resulting in you petting that one too.

A chuckle came from the older who unlike you didn’t have any cat anywhere near him. “You were saying?”

“Shut. I at least have cats that like me”

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated <3

[otakubimbo]

YOU ARE MY SUN

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x f!Reader Warnings: Self Harm, Talks of Violence. Suggestive but no actual depiction. Talk of Death

After a long mission for the Armed Detective Agency, you come back and are questioning what kind of person you are. As a former member of the port mafia, the things you have done are unspeakable but are you able to change? Your former partner in crime seems to be having an easier time changing than you, why is that?

Sticky Note: this is my first BSD fic, so i hope yall like it.

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The Armed Detective Agency was your last stop after completing your mission. It took longer than expected with you being your biggest setback. You never thought that being on the side of the righteous would be harder than your previous lifestyle. Sometimes, you didn’t even know if you were capable of being good, everything you did was mainly a façade of the person you wished you could be. Only one person ever believed in your ability to be a good person, but that person was long and gone. That’s why you were here now, riding up on this elevator to deliver your completed report of your mission trying to be the better person he wanted you to be.

“Honey, I’m home.” You boast, your practiced smile plastered on your face a bit strained. Before you could even make another poor joke, Kunikida started yelling at you. The vein in his head already exceeding a point that you knew was painful, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

His rant begins, “Where have you been Kai?!” questioning about your whereabouts. The mission that you were on was a dangerous one, which is really the only mission that you go on but hadn’t been heard from in a month, all communication went silent, and he just knew you were dead finally. Ranpo told him and everyone else that you were just fine. It’s not that he wanted you dead, it’s just that you were known for your recklessness and lived as if you could not die. But if you did die, maybe that would be enough to repent for your sins.

This was the usual speech that he gives, goes in one of your ears and out the other. It was a little more aggressive than usual which made your attention even more divided, especially since something caught your eye. There seemed to be a new agent, a white-haired kid, who looked a bit too innocent to be here.

“Who’s the kid?” You ask, cutting Kunikida off mid-sentence which made the vein in his head pulsate from your lack of attentiveness. He was trying to explain the importance of keeping up communication and keeping track of your whereabouts for safety reasons.

He groans, rubbing his hand on his face. Kunikida should have known that you weren’t really listening to him, what else should he expect?

“That’s Atsushi, Dazai recruited him.” He mumbles pushing his glasses up on his face, you truly exhausted the poor man. Between you and Dazai, you were sure you both took at minimum 10 years off his lifespan.

“Interesting,” you think shoving the completed reports at the man in front of you. Were you a pain in the ass? Yes, but you get the job done. “everything’s in there” you mention casually as you walk towards this Atsushi, you had to find out why Dazai recruited him, that wasn’t really his style.

 “Hey kid” you call out to the white-haired boy; he looks up at you nervously. The kid knew that you were obviously part of the agency because you wouldn’t be here unless. There was also a photo of you and Dazai that Atsushi once spotted in Dazai’s otherwise empty wallet. It was a picture of Oda, you, Dazai, and reluctantly Ango that Dazai folded cutting off the other two men.

“Uhm hi. I’m Atsushi.” He says with a slight bow. Cute, how formal.

“Names Kai. I heard you were recruited by Dazai. Do you happen to know where he is right now?” You ask seemingly innocently.

“No, I haven’t seen him all day. He does have me doing his paperwork though.” Atsushi complains a bit, showing the papers to you. This information made you grin, if he was getting this kid to do his paperwork that meant he wasn’t coming around for a while. Now you had more than enough time to interrogate him, grabbing a chair and sliding it in front of his desk. You grab the paperwork from his hands, tossing it on your own desk.

“So, how did you get into the agency?” You ask in a sing-song voice, head tilting at him. Atsushi immediately got flustered and it was hilarious to you. He really didn’t look like the kind of kid that Dazai would have recruited, he seemed so sweet and a bit innocent.

“Stop messing with him, Kai” Kunikida scolds you while you roll your eyes at him turning back in response.

“Dang, I can’t get to know the kid? You make it seem like I’m as bad as Dazai.”

“Objectively, you’re worse.” He responds and you wince at his words dramatically.

“You wound me. You really do. Words hurt!” You say while grasping your chest in fake pain. He just scoffs and walks off. “Anyways,” your attention back to the kid in front of you. “Now go on, don’t leave out a single detail.” You command with a smile on your face.

Atsushi tells you everything that happened to him since meeting Dazai. As he spoke, you could tell why Dazai recruited him. The kid reminded you of someone you both used to love, it warmed you a bit. You could tell he had such a kind heart and had been through too much unlike his last protégé. Even though you knew Dazai for so long, longer than anyone else at the agency of course before he even had the idea to join back when he was a completely different person. So much has changed since then, honestly, those were simpler times back then, but all things change.

Just as Atsushi was finishing his tale, the devil himself walked in, Dazai.

“Oi, loser” You call out to him as he walks through the doorway. When his eyes land on you, they immediately turn into big saucers and the puppy dog face has been activated.

“Kai, you’re back and without telling me” He whines as he scuttles over to where you’re sitting. With a laugh, you stand up and push your pointer finger into his head.

“Yeah, my phone broke like ages ago BUT now I must make my leave.” You turn away from him to sit on the open windowsill. This just gets a pout from him; you knew he was just messing around.  This was his outside personality, not the real him.

“Oh, and before I go,” You remark, pointing your head towards Atsushi, “Nice pick on the kid. I like him” and with that, you fall back out of the window, pulling a surprised exclaim from the white-haired boy in question as he rushed to the window just in time to see you land perfectly on the ground. You looked up to see his exasperated face which made you laugh, waving at him before leaving to go home.

“Isn’t she fun?’ Dazai asks, hands in his pockets.

“Why hasn’t anyone mentioned her before?” The boy questioned back, relieved that you were okay.

“She does a lot of outside missions, barely ever here. Just slipped my mind I guess.” He shrugged, now noticing the unfinished paperwork on his desk. He groaned, knowing that it was your doing that his work wasn’t finished for him.

“But you have a picture of the two of you in your wallet.”  

“We used to work together before coming to the agency” The man replied casually, as if anyone but the two of you knew the type of work you did before here.

“Oh” was all that Atsushi responded with, he knew he wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of Dazai about where they used to work or about the two of y’all relationship.

The relationship the two of you had was complicated, to say the least. Back in the port mafia days, it was you and Oda, he was what you would consider the love of your life. He was the only person who you thought ever saw any good in you, considering your ability most people just saw you as a tool, a powerful tool. But when you were with Oda, he made you feel hope that you were more than that. Now that he was gone, you had to try to believe that in yourself. This was the same with Dazai, Oda saw what was good in him too even if he didn’t see it like he did.

After Oda’s death, you were a complete wreck, and it was no surprise that Dazai was the same. There were many nights that you both would drink together and wake up drunk. But that was no way to live, Oda didn’t want you two to live that way.  That’s how both of you ended up at the agency, ended up getting closer and closer every day, holding on to the secrets and pain of the past.

In your apartment, you washed off the memories of your mission. The struggles you have been facing, swirling down the drain with the water. This mission wasn’t hard at all, skill-wise. The issue that you were experiencing was control, it felt like you were slipping. Things were getting so much harder for you, your instincts kicking in when they shoulder, the muscle memory fighting against what you aren’t anymore. It was making you sloppy, it was making you unsafe, there was too much going on through your mind to be as effective as you should be.

The shower did make you feel better, but you needed a drink and it needed to be strong. Dressed in a casual outfit, a tan tank top, black cargo pants, and the usual black trench coat that Dazai got you, off you went to your favorite hole in the wall.

“Kai” Your local bartender greets you by name since you are a regular. You raise your hand back in greeting, your usual happiness gone for your regular melancholy state. Luckily for you and as always, there wasn’t anyone in your favorite corner of the shabby spot, sinking right in the booth knowing your usual would be brought to you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Kai” The server comments, placing your drink in front of you a rum old fashion. Before answering, you grab your drink and down it even though it’s meant to be sipped.

“Yeah, been gone.” You huff placing the now empty glass down, you needed that.

“And stressed” She mentioned picking up your glass, “I’ll bring you another.”

You just hum in response, now being left alone with thoughts of the warm sensation of alcohol raising your body temperature slightly. As you wait for your next drink, your eyes close while you rest your head on the back of the booth. The weight of the world felt as if it was on your chest, crushing you from the thought of your past and present. Your hand moves reflexively to your wrist, snapping the band around it to give yourself some relief better than any other alternative. Maybe for once, you would take Dazai up on his other for a double suicide. What was the point anymore anyway? Before you could have another deprecating thought, a hand slides onto your wrist stopping the snapping. There was only one person it could be the man who had just crossed your mind.

“Yes, Dazai?” You ask not even bothering to open your eyes yet.

“If you wanted to harm yourself, we could always do a double suicide.” He suggests in the joking manner he always does, but this makes you open your eyes sitting up.

“Sure. Let's do it.” You say earnestly, looking him deep into his eyes and the look he gives you back almost makes you falter. The look was so soft, so sad, it was the same look Oda used to give you which almost brought tears to your eyes. Luckily, Dazai had brought your next with him when he came to sit, and you grabbed it averting your eyes and taking another chug ushering for another to be brought to you.

“Tell me how your mission went and then we will,” he says casually, taking a sip of his own drink. You go back to snapping the band around your wrist before you speak.

“It went fine” Another snap comes with that falsehood, and you knew he didn’t believe but usually he didn’t push. Today must have been different.

“And yet here you are, back to old habits after having no contact for almost a month.” He took another sip from his drink, sliding his other hand on your wrist to stop you. His touch was so gentle and calming, he had only been this way with you a few times, times like this one. You were silenced by his touch, waiting for your next drink to come before you spoke again. Luckily for you, this time you brought three drinks. The bar could tell this was going to be the kind of night, and you nodded gratefully as the server walked away.

“It’s just….” You speak softly, feeling his hands hold onto your wrist as if supporting you. You start on your first drink before you continue. “Do you ever think that maybe Oda was wrong? That I don’t have the capability of being a good person? “You finally look back at him, to see if you can read his gaze. His expression was unreadable to you, almost as if he was confused by your question. The masks you both usually wear fall at this moment, it’s as if only you two were there.

“Sometimes, it just feels like I’m going to slip back into staining my hands. It’s so hard Osamu, it’s hard.” You confess, using his given name that rarely comes out of your own mouth, and his hand slides from your wrist to set itself in your palm.

“I know”

“Do you? It feels like it’s coming so easy for you. You brought Atsushi on, you saved him.” You grip his hand as it is sitting on your palm.

“We repent in different ways. This is one of mine”

That relieved you in some way, there was sincerity in his eyes and words. He was doing things in his own way but that didn’t mean it was any easier for him. It almost brought a tear to your eye, maybe you weren’t a monster that couldn’t change.

“Maybe,” you remark, taking another sip of your drink, releasing your hand from his when you realize they are still entangled. This was one of those moments you and Dazai have been having more frequently. The touches came from often, the walls breaking down between the two of you, there was safety in each other.

“You know the wrong I’ve done but Oda believed in you just as much as he believed in me. That we could both be better people than we were. He loved you.”

“The silly man sure did.” You scoff looking down into your drink, a tear falling into the almost empty glass. You down the rest of it without a second thought, moving on to the next.

“Ya know, he used to say that I was the sun. All the good he was able to do was a reflection of me, even if he was in the port mafia. He said that I was so bright that there was a reason for him to be better, to be kind.”  Your hands gripped the glass in front of you, tears threatening yet again to spill as your grip tightened on the glass. The glass shattered under the pressure of your grip, cutting deep into your hand.

“Fuck” the curse leaves your lips, not even pulling back from the shattered glass just turning your palms up. Your mind instinctively went to using your ability to stop time to clean up the mess so no one would notice but you feel Dazais hand around your wrist stopping you. He doesn’t say anything, just starts picking up the glass for you. No words were spoken between the two of you as he cleaned it up before grabbing your arm and taking you out of the bar. The silence lingered between the both of you as he walked you home, glass still in your palms burning from the intrusion and the alcohol but you enjoyed the pain better than feeling anything else.

Once at your apartment, Dazai doesn’t even let you attempt to fumble through your coat for your key, sliding his hand in the inner pocket to take the item out for himself and opening your door. He ushered you inside to your own place, placing you on your bed and making you sit down. There has yet to be a word spoken between the two of you as he gets the first aid kit that you keep in your bathroom out. His fingers work diligently, gently pulling the glass out of your hands making sure not to embed them any further into your skin. As he finishes wrapping your hand up, he takes them into his own looking up at you from his position on the floor.

“He was right you know” his voice barely above a whisper. You look at him confused about what he means. “You really are the sun.”

At that moment, you were now aware of the fact that Dazai still had your hands in his and you froze. A slightly shocked expression marks your face, but you stay silent because what are you supposed to say at this moment?

“You worry so much about trying to be a better person, bad people don’t worry about things like that.” A small smile threatens to appear on his lips as he speaks. “You’re not like me, no matter what I do, I will always be who I am.”

Your brow furrows, replacing his hold on your hands with yours on him, joining his position on the floor. “That’s not true and you know it. You’ve changed Osamu, you have. I see it in you every day. I see it in the way that you are so much gentler now. You care for people. You care for me.” The passion in your voice makes him more upset than it seems, which just confuses you even more.

“And there lies the problem. That’s what makes me a terrible man, a man who isn’t capable of change because I do care about you. What good person falls in love with their dead friend's girlfriend? I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling that and then the one person I fall for is you of all people.” He confesses, scoffing inwardly. You were completely taken aback by his sudden words, but you knew they were true. The two of you have gotten so close, leaning on each other, supporting each other, caring for each other.  There was no denying that you also were slowly thawing to his warmth, the drunken nights turning into mornings waking up to him, the worry for his safety while you were away, you had gotten so used to it being the two of you. It was you and him; him and you. Without even thinking, you grab his face making it face you.

“I will always love Oda, I will. But….” You hesitate but the looks in his eyes, the real look in his eyes gives you a bit of confidence, he was here with you not far off in his own mind. “But I love you Osamu Dazai, I do. You are also my sun; I want to be better for him and for you.”

For the first time ever, you have surprised him. He was surprised by your confession just as much as you were surprised by him. Now to surprise him even more, you smash your lips onto his, not releasing his face from your hands. The shock of you kissing him, quickly went away as his arms forcefully wrap around your back pulling you closer to him.

You were the first one to pull away, looking at his face with watery eyes.

“Make me yours Osamu.”

And make you his, he did. Several times.

The next morning, the two of you walked into the agency together which wasn’t an unusual occurrence but once Ranpo saw the two of you, he smirked.

“Ugh FINALLY” The man exclaims throwing his hands in the air. “You owe me Kunikida” Ranpo says pointing his lollipop at him. Kunikida looks up at Ranpo and then at you and Dazai coming in together.

“No way! How do you even know?!? They literally just walked in like they normally do.” Kunikida yells back.

“What is going on?” You ask, arms crossed because of course these idiots were up to something.

“I bet that you two would get together before the end of the year, but Kunikida said Dazai was too dumb to make it happen.”

You almost start snort laughing at how hilarious that was trying to hold it back, especially the shocked and offended look on Dazais face.

“Kunikida, I’m hurt. Truly I am! Do you think I’m unlovable?!” Dazai whines at the blonde.

“Absolutely I do,” Kunikida replies matter-of-factly. You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“You are very lovable Osamu.” You giggle before placing a kiss on his nose. An innocent contrast to the debauchery of last night.

“Confirmed. Pay up.” Ranpo hand is held out to Kunikida who begrudgingly pays up. It was a lot of money, which meant he had 0 faith in your coupling. The bickering about the exchange starts up again between Dazai and Kunikida at the amount of money. You smile to yourself, enjoying the scene as you sit at your desk. Maybe you could have some of this happiness and be the sun.

[thenightfolknetwork]

My Da is a bit more…traditional then others. They wanted a baby, so they made a deal with a sapio woman interested in selling her unborn child for some riches, and then came me! I realize that’s not how things are typically done anymore since foster and adoption agencies have improved over the years, but it ended up fine I’d like to think.

When people learn that I’m a changeling it’s all “Oh no!  That’s horrible. I’m so sorry!” and I’m like, first of all, that’s kind of rude? I understand where the assumption comes from but come on now. Changeling rights have improved tremendously over the last millennia. I’m fine. I love my Da and I love my identity. I wouldn’t change either of them for the world.

Here's the rub though. Recently, I got put into contact with my bio father. I was really skeptical when I met him because, you know, changeling. A deal’s a deal. Egg donor got riches; I got a happy childhood. What more could you want, and why now?

Apparently, he didn’t know I existed.

My ED not only didn’t tell him about my existence, but also told him that the riches she got were from an inheritance from a distant relative. He only knows what happened now because they got divorced.

I’ve agreed to stay in contact for two reasons, I’m curious about my heritage and the poor bloke looked terribly lonely. It’s not his fault ED went behind his back. The thing is, he’s trying to act all…fatherly. Which, I get it, he technically contributed to my existence, but he’s not my parent, and I don’t want him to be.

It's not his fault he wasn’t there, but at the same time, he just wasn’t. My Da was. I only need one parent, and that position is filled. But, he is a nice guy. I've enjoyed talking to him and learning about the sapio side of my life. But it doesn't change the fact that I am and will always be a changeling.

How do I tell him that I don’t need a parent without making it sound like I want him to bugger off? I’m happy to keep him in my life, just not as a parent.

I think you're right to be concerned about maintaining proper boundaries here, reader. What happened to this man is certainly difficult and complicated, and I hope he can find people to support him through it. But, to be blunt, his emotional well-being simply isn't your responsibility.

It sounds to me as if both of you are approaching this new relationship with very different expectations, working from very different frameworks. You are happy to spend time with someone whose company you enjoy, and to learn more about this side of your heritage. Meanwhile, I wonder if his telling of events might be rather more dramatic – and possibly influenced by some unfortunate stereotypes.

I don't think your biological father is necessarily aware of this kind of prejudice. But without further information about how he has actively worked to unlearn the biases of the dominant sapio-normative culture in this country, I worry he might be acting from a place of unchecked assumptions and misapprehensions.

Sapio-centric culture often frames changelings, subjects of infant substitution and exchanged children like yourself as “stolen”. They are spoken of as being taken from their “real” families and raised by usurpers to the biological parents' rightful role. This often comes with the assumption that the child themselves would naturally wish to be part of their biological parents' family, regardless of the relationship they have with the people who raised them.

Your biological father may be imagining his sudden presence in your life as some kind of powerful reconnection with your “real” family, the revelation of your “true” father with all the emotional connection that implies.

But the role of being your father is already filled. You are happy and comfortable in your identity, and while it's nice to have made this connection, it doesn't mean you suddenly have to take on a heap of new emotional obligations towards the man.

A good first step is clarifying what your biological father wants to get from this reconnection. If he's interested in your for your own sake, and wishes to strike up a friendship with you as a unique, autonomous adult, that's all to the good. If he's asking you to solve his loneliness for him, though, you need to push back. That's not a reasonable thing to ask of a stranger, no matter what your DNA might be.

By all means, set your boundaries with kindness and with due regard for his vulnerable emotional state. But don't let that kindness falter into irresolution. You do nobody any favours by letting him take more from you than you're willing to give.

Communicate your expectations to him, and stick to them. If he behaves in a way that makes you uncomfortable, let him know what the behaviour was and why it was unacceptable, and that if he continues to behave in such a fashion you will stop spending time with him. The rest is up to him.

[kingkatsuki]

Bakugou saves a lot of lives as a Pro-Hero, but he never truly sees the impact of it. There’s a dedicated mailing address for the Dynamight agency for fans to send in their appreciation- bag after bag delivered on a daily basis. Full of letters of thanks, pictures drawn by kids and even gifts— all addressed to the number two hero and his sidekicks.

Bakugou would be lying if he said he read through them all, and maybe he did back in the day. When he was an up and coming sidekick who’d receive maybe one a month? But now these letters were sat downstairs in his agency while poor interns rifled through them, sending back generic typed responses with Dynamight’s signature printed out at the bottom.

But it’s not as though Bakugou had the time to go through them even if he’d wanted to- every day someone new needed saving and the streets would never truly be safe. And letters, gifts and tweets never really showed him the true impact of the lives he was protecting, the people that he’d saved.

Most of the time he’d never meet the people again, the ones that he’d risked his life to protect. They’d just become another face in the crowd, just another statistic. Bakugou was good at his job, some would argue the best- so of course he’s busy. Dynamight still has so many people to protect and save.

Until one day he isn’t on patrol, he’s not even working. A rare Tuesday off where he’s just trying to go out to grab groceries. A baseball cap shoved over his messy mop of hair, thick black ray-bans blocking his eyes as he walks through the quiet streets of Musutafu. Deliberately picking an ungodly hour to get his chores done, when most people are sleeping soundly in their beds, the morning rush hour barely started as early business men make their way towards the train station to miss that morning rush. But even as he keeps his head down he’s perceptive to a fault— so he hears the villain coming before he sees them. Darting out into the road to block the large villain from surging forward, a calculated explosion spewing from his palm as his other arm wraps around your waist to protect you from the blast and from any blowback he might receive. The hardest part is not knowing what quirk his opponents have, just having to risk it all in the moment.

See. The day Dynamight saved your life it was different.

You hadn’t even realised it was him at first, if he hadn’t used his quirk you would’ve imagined it was just another civilian using their quirk for good— but you’d know Dynamight’s quirk anywhere.

You’d wanted to thank him, debating sending him a letter but it somehow didn’t feel good enough? Wondering whether he’d even remember you like that- did Dynamight remember all the people he saved? That was a lot of people- maybe he wouldn’t care at all.

You were surprised to see the Pro-Hero walk into your hospital room, a man holding a large professional camera following swiftly behind him as the flash went off repeatedly. Making you blink your eyes to adjust to the light as Bakugou lingered by your bed. His manager had told you that he was here to visit you after saving you, that there would be a news article about it and that it‘s now your opportunity to thank the hero personally. But Bakugou didn’t seem to want to be there, allowing the photographer to take a few more pictures before pushing him out of the room. You’d expected Dynamight to leave soon after, his manager had told you he was a busy man and wouldn’t have the time to stay for long. Which is why you were even more surprised when he pulled up a chair beside your bed. And he listened to your story, found out about the person who’s life he’d saved. What it truly meant— you told him when they expected to let you out of the hospital, and how much you appreciated him being there to talk to you. How thankful you were…

And from that day it felt different, personal. There was a story behind every single life he’d saved, a different reason for thanks. Bakugou began to request the letters from him saving people be sent directly up to his office. Reading through them and learning why each one was so important, smiling when he’d look at the photographs and drawings that were attached.

Kids who wanted to be just like him when they grew up.

But what had surprised you the most is seeing Bakugou waiting for you outside your hospital room when you were discharged.

[imaginefan]

She’s Family

Kai Parker X Daughter!Reader Klaus Mikaelson X Adoptive Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2278

Requested: @klausisahooottriiieee

Request: Hii! I am a huge fan of your blog and I was wondering if you could make this one. It's about Kai's biological daughter named Evelyn and when only he got out of the prison world, he learned about her. He did a research and he found that she is now Klaus's adopted daughter who he loves and adores very much. Hope is seventeen while Evelyn (Evie) is three years old. Btw there is peace in New Orleans. You could show about Klaus/Evie moments, Kai/Evie (she is shy with him) and Klaus/Kai/Evie. Evelyn is a truly sweetheart.

A/N: Still wrote it as a reader fic so that you can put in any name that you want, but the name is only mentioned once so doesn’t really change too much.

(Y/M/N) - Your Mother’s Name

Hope had heard the teacher talking about you while she was at school, she heard the way that they talked about you, it was the same way that they used to talk about her and her father, they didn't want you there, they wanted to keep an eye on you and that was it, they had assumed that you were going to be a problem even though you had only just been born. Unfortunately for you, your mother had died in childbirth and that left you without a family because your father Kai Parker was trapped in the prison world. Hope decided that she knew a way that she could help you, she knew that you needed to be with people that wouldn't be scared of you or suppressing you from what she had heard about your father you were going to be strong.

Hope was home for the holidays when she decided to approach her family about her idea "hey Dad have you ever thought about me having a sister?" She asked. "Where is this coming from?" He asked. "I just wondered." She answered with a shrug and he raised an eyebrow, he'd been able to read her from the moment that he became her full-time father and he knew that there was something else going on in her mind. "I've never thought about it, you were enough work." He answered, taking a sip of the drink in his hand "now are you going to tell me why you asked this?" "Alright, fine." She sighed. "At school, I heard Alaric talking about someone, there was a baby that was just born." Hope started to explain. "And you expect me to take this baby?" Klaus asked with a small smirk on his face. "No Dad, I thought that maybe you could adopt her, they are all afraid of her because of who her Dad is and her mum is dead now." She explained, her voice took on a pleading tone and he looked at her. "Who is her father?" Klaus asked. "Malachai Parker," Hope answered, the moment that the name left her mouth, Klaus knew that she was right, he knew that they would all be afraid of you because of where you had come from and with Alaric being the one in charge of your schooling there would be a lot that he would keep from you. "And where is she now?" Klaus asked. "She's still at the hospital, apparently she'll be handed to the adoption agency soon," Hope answered and he nodded. "So does that mean that we are going to adopt her?" "We aren't going to do anything." He mumbled before waving her away "give me some time, I will let you know what I decide."

Ultimately Klaus decided that he wasn't going to let them stifle would be natural talent because of their fear, everyone in Mystic Falls was too quick to judge and while he had never thought about having another kid, he was not against it and if he didn't take you in now, he was going to end up doing it later when you started going to school with Hope. Klaus attempting to get a hold of you brought attention to him and the rest of Mystic Falls was in an uproar about it that was why Caroline was in the courtyard of his house. "Is there something I can help you with, Love?" Klaus asked, leaning against the banister of the first story. "What are you doing?" Caroline asked, raising an eyebrow. "Right now, I'm getting ready to take my daughter shopping." He answered. "You know that's not what I mean?" Caroline glared. "Why are you trying to adopt her, how do you know about her?" "Hope informed me of something that she heard you all talking about and she told me about how she always wanted a little sister," Klaus answered. "You expect me to believe that's the only reason that you're doing this?" Caroline asked. "When was the last time that I involved myself with you and yours?" He answered her question with one of his own. "I have finally made a safe home from me and my family, but maybe your ability to think the worst of me is the reason that I'm taking her from you." "I didn't-" "You can't help it but that's the problem, that child deserves a chance like anyone else, no matter her parents and you all can't seem to separate her from her father." Klaus explained, "you look at the baby like a threat and she hasn't even met the man that gave her that name." "Klaus-" "My decision to adopt her has nothing to do with you or your friends." He admitted as Hope appeared at the stairs "now if you'll excuse me."

The day that Klaus came home with you, all the Mikaelsons were so happy to have you in the house but they could all see that you were going to be attached to Klaus from here on out. None of them had known your mother so they had no idea what they were to expect but they knew that you could very well be able to use magic. "Niklaus, are you sure that this is the right thing to do?" Elijah asked, "we've just managed to get a family back together, everyone is happy and safe." "Yes, the perfect environment for a child." He mumbled as he ran a gentle finger down your cheek. "And if someone comes for her?" Elijah asked. "No one will come for her, they'll be happy to be rid of her." Klaus dismissed him "but if they ever did, I'd protect her with my life, she is family now." "Mmm." Elijah hummed "I can't deny that."

It was three years later that Kai managed to get out of the Prison World and while he had revenge on his mind he remembered that he had left someone behind, he remembered her as vividly as the betrayal of his family. Kai knocked on the door of your old apartment and the face that greeted him was not yours "Tell me where the previous owner is." He compelled the woman in front of him. "She died just over 2 years ago, they said that she died in childbirth." She answered. "Childbirth?" He asked and the woman nodded. "Where is the child?" He asked. "I don't know, she had no parents so they probably put her up for adoption," Kai growled as he walked away from the door, there was no way that they just let his child go, there was only one way that he was going to find her.

Kai walked into the school whistling a tune, eyes traveling over him for a second before moving away, that is until he saw a face that he recognised "Kai what are you doing here?" Alaric asked, taking up a defensive position in front of the few kids that had decided to stay at the school during the holidays. "Alaric nice to see you," Kai smirked as he leaned against the wall next to him. "So I went to see (Y/M/N). Imagine my surprise when I find out that she's dead." "That had nothing to do with me." He said quickly. "Really? Well, I'd be inclined to believe you if you showed me that baby that she was supposed to have had." Kai smirked, "or..." He disappeared from where he was standing wrapping his hand around Josie's throat "I start killing kids one by one." "Kai stop!" Alaric yelled. "Tell me where she is," He ordered as he tightened his grip around Josie's throat. "Dad, don't tell him." Josie managed to say. "Klaus Mikaelson adopted her, last time I heard she was in New Orleans! Please let her go." Lizzie spoke up. "New Orleans?" He asked. "Well then it looks like we're going on a family road trip, I hope you're not lying."

Klaus could hear you laughing in the kitchen, he was sure that you and Hope were in there making breakfast, he was sure that he had heard Elijah's low mumbling too. When he walked into the room, he saw Elijah sitting there with a newspaper and Hope had you in a chair at the table helping you eat your food. He could tell that you had gotten yourself dressed this morning because your top was on wonky. "What do we have here?" Klaus asked as you looked over at him and smiled. "Nik!" You cheered as you reached up towards him, he walked over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he straightened your top. "Finish your food and then we can wa-" "Mikaelsons!" You all heard the yell but you were the only one that didn't understand the implication. "Hope, stay with her, keep her safe and quiet," Klaus ordered as he walked out to the courtyard where Rebekah had Kai pressed into the table next to Kol whose feet were kicked up. "So do you want to tell us why you want to see our brother?" Kol asked, taking a bite out of the apple that he had in his hand. "Your brother has something of mine that I would like back," Kai answered, trying to pull himself free but that only caused Rebekah to tighten her grip. "She's not a possession, she's your daughter," Klaus said as he knocked Kol's feet off the table. "And I assume up until this day you didn't even know that she existed." "That doesn't matter." Kai dismissed him and Klais gestured for Rebekah to let him go as he sat down himself. "So tell me what are you here for?" Klaus asked. "I want to see her," Kai answered. "And after?" Elijah asked, taking his place standing behind Klaus. "After... I guess she'll come with me." He answered, they all turned to him, and he could see the disapproval on all their faces, they all seemed quite attached to you. "With all the enemies you have, there is no way that she would be safe," Rebekah argued. "I'm strong enough to keep her safe," Kai answered. "What do you even want her for, you don't know and you don't feel any allegiance to her," Klaus said. "I-" "You want to prove a point." Klaus interrupted him "show them that they can't take anything from you." "She's the only family I have left." Kai finally admitted. "Then keep her safe," Elijah ordered. "Why don't we just ask her?" Kol suggested. "Ask her?" Klaus asked. "She's smart for a toddler, she'll make the right decision, we'll all have to respect the choice that she makes." Kol shrugged. "Hope bring her in," Klaus ordered, his voice didn't raise as he waited to see both his daughters walk into the room, he stood from where he was sitting meeting you halfway and picking you up. "Okay?" You asked. "I'm okay," Klaus answered with a soft smile as he looked over at Kai. "Who is that?" You asked as you pointed at Kai. "That's your Dad," Klaus answered. "You, Dad." You frowned as you looked at Kai. "No, I look after you when Dad is away," Klaus answered, he moved closer to Kai but his hands tightened around you. "Are you going to say hello?" "Hello." You said quickly before burying your face in Klaus' neck. "Hi," Kai said softly, slightly stunned because you looked just like your mother, the smile that took over your face and the way you loop your hands into Klaus' shirt. "What's your name?" "(Y/N)." You answered though it was muffled because you didn't look up this time. "She looks just like her," Kai mumbled. "Her mother?" Hope asked as came to stand next to her father. "Mmm." Kai hummed, taking his phone out of his back pocket and turning the phone so that they could all see the lock screen, a picture of a woman who looked just like you, laughing at something. "If I had been there, I could have saved her." "There's no point in theorizing, we spent 1000s of years doing the same and it got us nowhere," Elijah said, "but I assume that she would want her daughter to be safe." "I get it. She's safer here with you." He nodded. "I'll make peace with my enemies or get rid of them and then I'll be able to be here for her." "Then go make peace with them." Klaus dismissed him and you lifted your head again to look at him. "Where are you going?" You asked. "I'll be back, I just have to take care of a few more things before I can stay with you." He promised as he took his necklace off and put it around your neck "your mum gave me this when we had to be apart and promised that this was a way that she could always find me." He said softly. "Did it work?" You asked. "Every time." He smiled. "So I'll find you once I finish my work okay?" "Okay." You nodded as you hid away again. "Keep her safe," Kai ordered. "Go." Klaus jutted his head towards the door "do not bring your trouble back here!" "Do you think that he will come back?" Elijah asked. "I do." Klaus nodded. "As do I but I worry that he's still grieving and the only thing that keeps him here is her connection to her mother." Elijah sighed. "We'll be here no matter what... She'll always have us." Klaus said as he watched the exit Kai and left through. "Like I said, she's family now."

Requests And General Questions

[sensitiveheartless]

I saw your “two wolves” art after the latest manga chapter so I have an idea, but I still gotta ask- HOW ARE YOU COPING AFTER SEEING DAZAI SHOT UP LIKE THAT??? Do you think he’s dead dead, or that there’ll be a timey wimey rewind thing where he’ll come back? I desperately need him alive, but I also don’t want them to lose memories of this, ya know? Do you think this is all part of some great SKK plan (operation goodbye?👀) or is Dazai really just losing for the first (second, if you count Oda 🙈) time in his life?

To be honest, the very first post I saw about the new chapter was Nawy’s analysis of the bullet impacts in the wall, which quickly convinced me that Dazai was not actually shot in the head, so I haven’t been worried at all 😅

But even if the being-able-to-talk-after-getting-shot-in-the-head thing was just an oversight on Asagiri’s part, I still wouldn’t be convinced that he’s gonna stay dead, because people just don’t tend to die in this manga. Really the only major character that’s died so far is Oda, and that was in a flashback that served a narrative purpose. There’s not much narrative weight to Dazai dying at this point in the story, and in this manner. It doesn’t feed into his character arc, and the rest of the agency isn’t even there to be affected by it. To have it happen so far away from the rest of the main cast would be…weird.

…Plus since Dazai is a) Asagiri’s blorbo and b) a big draw for a lot of fans, it would be very bold to kill him off lol — so be it due to timetravel, skk shenanigans, or a secret third thing, I genuinely think he’s going to be fine!

All that said, even if this is all part of some grand overarching scheme, I remain convinced that Dazai was not expecting Chuuya to shoot him in the shoulder first, because that seemed like genuine outrage on Dazai’s part XD

[raineandsky]

Frienemies

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

It's a miracle, quite frankly, that either of them turn up at their weekly haunt. Maxi is already there, as always, but the table in front of them is bare. The hands that would usually be sneaking a sip of Jace’s drink are folded in their lap, fidgeting nervously.

They stand quickly as Jace appears in the doorway, though their usual greeting is lacking. They look more like they’re preparing to bolt than give a warm welcome. Jace sits down without a word, and after a moment of deliberation Maxi does the same.

“I don’t think keeping our work and social lives apart is working,” Jace opens after a bout of tense silence.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Maxi points their eyes down to their hands, still fiddling. “My views on you have changed a little after you tried to murder me.”

“Tried to–” Jace scoffs disbelievingly. “You used information I gave you in confidence as a civilian for your antics as a villain. Don’t blame me for crossing lives.”

“I was doing you a favour,” Maxi spits coldly. “He was a dick. You can do without him.”

“That’s not your call to make.”

“It is when my life’s work is getting rid of him.”

“The agency was right. You’ve lost your mind.”

“Murder was never not on the table, you know.”

“You killed him because of me.”

“Exactly.” Maxi stands again, their worried expression long gone. “I don’t think you can see that.”

-

The villain has been on the news recently—they’ve targeted another superhero, the one meant to be replacing the last as the hero’s superior. They only got halfway through their attempt at murder though, leaving the poor guy covered in blood and barely conscious as an unnecessary number of heroes apprehended them.

They’ve been tossed into the agency’s specialised prison, called one of the worst villains infesting the city. The hero supposes they’d probably be proud of the title. They wouldn’t know, and by now they don’t particularly care.

Unfortunately, they don’t get the opportunity to not care as another superhero—their new superior since the first one was brutally murdered, and the second beaten to a pulp by no one in particular—passes them a thin file, waiting patiently as they flip it open and stare at the contents in disgust. 

“They’re your villain,” she points out when they go to refute. “You need to talk to them.”

The hero knows it’s part of the job, but they couldn’t want to do anything less right now. “Can’t someone else do it?”

She gives them a look, silent but expectant, and they slap the file closed with a sigh.

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“Fancy seeing you here,” the villain opens with almost believable nonchalance as the hero steps into the interrogation room. It’s so plain in here—white walls and white floor and grey chairs and greyer table. The villain is somehow the brightest thing in here, and they’re wearing the black uniform of the prison.

The hero slumps into the seat opposite them. “What’s your deal?”

“Mad you can’t kill me anymore, huh?”

“I’m mad because you keep killing people.”

“Person. I didn’t kill this one.” The villain shoots them a grin, which they return with a grimace. “Shame, really. Another one who deserved it. Did you know this one?”

“None of your business.” The hero flips the file open on the table with a scowl, glancing down at the contents idly. “I’m meant to be finding out why you keep killing people.”

“Again, just the one person. Second one only got to be an attempt, regretfully.” If their hands weren’t cuffed impossibly tight to the table in front of them, they’d probably be leaning back in their chair right now. “Wanna know why I did it?”

“I just said that’s why I’m here. Are you deaf?” the hero asks as if the question is inane. 

The villain smirks in a way that can only suggest horrible impending news. “I did it for you,” they say, their voice hushed like they’re confessing a crush at a sleepover. “You can do better than these fuckers and you know it. They’re using you and you fucking know it, Jace.”

The hero’s face scrunches up in revulsion. “Don’t call me that. You don’t know me.”

The villain laughs bitterly, the sound devoid of soul. “Oh, I don’t know you? Have you not told the agency about our little outings? I know you better than any of the idiots here. You like caramel lattes, and you pet every dog you see, and you watch the reruns of that shitty 80’s show every time it’s on the TV, and when you’re trying to think of the right way to reply to something you scrunch your face up ever-so-slightly.”

“Shut up.” The hero doesn’t want to know how they know all this. “You having a creepy amount of information on me doesn’t mean anything.”

“Does it not? I don’t think the agency would believe that.” 

The hero gets to their feet a little too fast, trying to form a coherent response over the immediate want to leap over the table to deck their nemesis. The villain smiles slightly as they watch them. “You’re making the face again,” they comment lightly.

The hero doesn't think they can stand being in here any longer. “I hope you rot in a nameless grave with no one to visit you.”

“I’m sure I will,” is all the villain says, their voice breezy with confidence, “and if you stick with the agency, I’m sure you will too. See you down there, partner.”

They don’t even know what to say to that. They just scoff in theatrical distaste before letting themself out, the facade fading the moment they’re out of sight.

The superhero is already standing outside, looking even more sombre than her usual grim neutrality. “I think you know what I’m going to say,” she says tightly.

The hero nods shortly. “Lead the way.”

[snowflakeanimelover]

The Secretary(Hawks/Takami Keigo x Female Reader)

Look here for Part 2 and Part 3

Prompt:

Hawks: so, what are you gonna do with the money now that you’re my new secretary?

(Y/N): I don’t feel comfortable disclosing that information.

Hawks: oh come on. You gonna buy a new house? The one you got is pretty small…

(Y/N): pay off my moms medical bills.

Hawks: …..

(Y/N): …….

(Y/N): you have a meeting in one minute.

Hawks: shit!

Relationship: Hawks/Takami Keigo x Female Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Warnings: Cussing, humor, fluff :), stubborn reader

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“We want you to take a higher position, closer to Pro Hero, Hawks.”

It was a simple, well played reaction. A surprised, wide-eyed, expression that would totally sell the deal. But I wouldn’t have it. And they won’t either.

“You’ll be paid extremely well. And with this busy job, you’ll be granted the option to have a bodyguard, in case of villains. This bodyguard will also do your errands, if necessary.”

A boisterous and obnoxious laugh is all I could respond with. Are they fucking kidding me? They expect me to say yes to such a good offer, after everything they’ve done?

It all started two days ago. The Pro Hero Hawks agency, a very tall building with many workers, was broken into by a measly robber. What he was after, we’re not sure. All we had was contracts to send and documents to fill out. 

This robber conveniently came to my floor and threatened us. This robber was obviously hired to do this job. His shaking hands around the gun and sweating forehead told it all. I was the only one to stand up for everyone and talk to the bastard. I had to get him close, so I easily told him that it was obvious he didn’t want to be there. It made him think, and thinking is good. That way, he wouldn’t hurt anyone. 

I managed to get close and grab the gun. But he pressed the trigger. The bullet, luckily, went through the window since I pushed it out of harm's way. 

The one thing I noticed?

He was shocked that the gun actually shot a bullet. He was taken away once I knocked him out, because of my quirk, and two days later I was asked to see the higher ups. The higher ups work personally with the number two hero, Hawks. 

That day and time is today and now. 

“Why am I here?” I asked once we got into the room. I remember feeling dread. Was I going to lose my job?

“We saw that you were the only one to stand up for your coworkers. Protected them. This is a test we set up every year, to hire people we think will be good enough for a higher up position.” The man, sitting at the other end of the long table, told me. 

I knew he wasn’t bullshitting with the serious look in his eyes. I enjoyed their wide and confused eyes after my laugh. I smiled at them, a wicked one at that. “I refuse.”

“Wh-what? This is a one time opportunity.” The woman by his side panicked.

“In fact,” I start, standing up in my chair. “I quit.” With one last glare, I leave the room in confidence. There was no way in hell I’d work for someone who gets people in harm's way just for a higher up position. 

As I left the room, a familiar face was seen walking towards me in the opposite direction. Yes, I glared at the number two here, Hawks, as I left the floor.

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It’s only been a week. A jobless girl staying in her home for a week. And it took a week for the famous hero, who I used to work for, to come to my house. It was a surprise, really. I didn’t expect the hero to stop by my apartment all of a sudden. If I didn’t quit, I would’ve been flustered with the appearance. Hawks was one of my favorite heroes. Handsome, too. But after what happened, he’s that last person I’d want to see.

“What can I do for you?” My voice was flat, clearly telling him I didn’t want to be in this situation.

“So, you’re the one who quit! Mind if I come in?” He was polite. Just like I suspected.

Reluctantly, I let him in. He shut the door with his feathers, which was honestly pretty cool to see up front, but I was still pretty upset about the whole ordeal. “Uh, yeah.” I raised my eyebrow at him.

He smiled. “You seem surprised.”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d remember me. Especially since you don’t bother to meet everyone who works for you.” I chuckle. “But, who am I to judge?” Hawks genuinely looked hurt, which almost caught me off guard. But hearing rumors that he’s pretty good at being undercover, I try not to believe his act. 

“Why are you here?” I decided to get to the point. 

He sighed heavily, looking around my house as he spoke. “I saw the footage. You have incredible strength.” He glances at me once he brings up my quirk. “I’d like you to be my secretary.”

I was shocked. His secretary? Why the hell would he come all this way just to ask me to be his secretary? 

“What…?” 

“You get paid well, way more than your last position. But it's a great responsibility. I can trust you with that.” I noticed the way his wings fluttered, along with his smile widening. 

“No.” 

“Huh? Why not? I bet you haven’t found a job yet. It’s difficult to find one now, especially with your skills.” He tries to reason.

He was right. I’ve spent the whole week finding a job right for me. The highest one I could get so far was a barista at a coffee shop. No way I could pay my rent with that. “I can find other jobs…”I mumble, stubborn as ever. 

“I’ll sleep on it.”

— — — —

“So, what are you gonna do with the money?”

Hawks stood practically over my shoulder, watching me closely as I unpack my box. I was back into my regular office clothing and dreadfully took the offer. Now, I’m higher than the floor I was originally on, almost to the top. Well, the same floor as Hawks’ office. And my desk was right outside his office doors. 

I wanted to sigh for the tenth time today. But now that he is my boss, and he’s in my presence, he’ll get all up in my business to see what’s up. “I don’t feel comfortable disclosing that information.” I responded. Honestly, this guy has no idea what privacy even is.

“Oh, come on!” He scoffs, folding his arms. Probably to look bigger. “Are you gonna buy a new house? The one you got is pretty small…” He was clearly annoying the hell out of me. 

I knew this man wouldn’t stop for the life of him. He seems like the type to always get what he wants, and won’t let it go unless he really doesn’t want to know. Being his new secretary only makes things worse.

He wants to get to know me.

“Paying for my mom's medical bills.” I stuck with that, and I really hope he ends it there. It was true, though. My mother is sick at the hospital. Has been there for a few years now, and it’s quite difficult to pay for the expenses. 

The hero looked shocked beyond belief. What, did he think I took this job all to get rich? Believe me, that’s the last thing on my mind right now. It got silent between the two of us. My blank eyes stared right at his widened ones.

I glance at the clock just above his head. “You have a meeting in one minute.” 

“Shit!” He yells, running to the elevator down the hall.

This is my job as a secretary for the number two hero, Hawks.

[skeletonsloverockcandy]

After having read the synopsis for the Magnus Protocol on the kickstarter, the brain worms are starting to kick in oooo I’m so excited

It clearly takes place Somewhere Else in a universe where Jonah Magnus existed but perhaps was not supernatural as this Institute was based in Manchester not London, and burned down in 1999, the same year there was supposedly a mass statement leak in the TMA universe. And this follows the work of Office of Incident Assessment and Response, some sort of civil government service organization in England with the characters Alice and Sam, our new main characters, dealing with the “legacy” of the Archives “almost 25 years after it burned down” and will put them in “grave danger”.

This being a world that is Somewhere Else, it means that it previously had no Entities and now it has Entities, so I think that’s what the grave danger will be, and Jonny and Alex have said that we may here some old voices, but not in the way we expect.

So here’s what I’m positing, my theory, one might say, tho I see it more as a possible fanfic idea than a likely turn of events:

Wouldn’t it be awesome if this government agency stumbled onto some of Jon’s tapes from the TMA universe that were brought over with the entities by the Spider, and this Incident response team was like “welp, that doesn’t make any sense, this is dated 2016-18 and the Magnus Institute burned down in 1999” and so they have to form a protocol for when they find these tapes. What if they’re like Lietners in this universe, at the very least in the concept of someone having something named after them even if they didn’t cause the phenomenon, like the books for example? Or what if they DO cause supernatural phenomena to happen? Then that’s really interesting because then there are consequences 😈 and Bad Things Happening. I think then anything supernatural that happens after these tapes are found will be linked to the Magnus Institute or the tapes by proxy, since this world has no prior experience with this level of supernatural phenomena, and so the government needs a solution, or a protocol for these things, if you will, and thus The Magnus Protocol is born.

Now say that our main cast of characters from TMA all still exist in this universe, but never joined the institute because it burned down. So they could be walking about their normal lives, none the wiser and working normal jobs not accosted by Fear Entities. Now imagine these tapes, if they appear, do not appear in order, and so now there is a mystery a foot, and quite frankly some disturbing things to put to rest in these “statements”. And so they investigate, and find that one Mr. Jonathan Sims lives in London working as a researcher or museum curator or publicist or actor or band member or coffee barista or whatever his job may be in this new world, and take him in for questioning.

Imagine how juicy that would be, here is this Sims, none the wiser to supernatural entities or horrors, and then some shady government agents take him in without telling him why, and 2 low level agents come in, trying to keep stoic and cool, but are just a little bit spooked when they look at him and know who he is. Now Jon is here really confused and he starts asking why he’s here, is he in trouble, etc., and they say they just want to ask him some questions. They ask him if he’s ever been to or worked at the Magnus Institute, and he says no, what’s that? Or didn’t that burn down? I was 8-9 at the time so obviously not, that’s impossible. His captors share a glance and then pull out a tape recorder asking if he could please explain this then please. He is like, what. You want me to talk into that old thing? It looks ancient. Are you sure it even works? And they’re like, oh we’re sure Mr. Sims. And we don’t need you to talk into it, just listen. And they press play. And say, maybe the Spider still has a soft spot for old Jon here, and isn’t above inflicting some old terror in a new way. So say the statement they pull is MAG 81, A Guest for Mr. Spider. So this Jon, wildly confused and now beginning to get scared, hears his voice on the other end, describing accurate details of his childhood, and an incident that never happened, and wait is that Georgie? He knows Georgie, he dated her in uni, and he’s on the run for framed murder?? Jon is agape, but recovers and begins angrily demanding if this is some sort of prank, who set this up, it isn’t funny, how did they get his voice? And he’s scared. The 2 agents, Alice and Sam, glance at one another again and tell him that’s what they would like to know. They have dozens of these tapes with his voice on them, dated from 2016-18, and claiming he’s the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, and Mr. Sims, if this is some sort of elaborate game, or ARG, or fiction project of his, they would like to know that now so they can put this to rest, because if these are real… then that presents a whole new challenge, doesn’t it? When it’s clear Jon doesn’t know anything, they let him go, but he’s shaken badly by the incident, wondering if he has a doppelgänger out there somewhere impersonating him, but if that’s the case, how did they know so many personal details about his childhood and his grandmother? Given a bit of time to think, I think he would try to do some investigating of his own, maybe discover what this Other Him had to say on these tapes or where they came from or what they mean, maybe return to this organization and ask if he can listen to more of the tapes or try to help in their investigation. Or else go full on season 2 full paranoid Jon mode and begin questioning if anyone he knows is in on this as well. Either way, this presents a fabulous opportunity for reoccurring side character Jonathan Sims! Head of nothing and not the Archivist :) would love to see him get brought in again for breaking and entering into a place he was trying to investigate to look for clues and Alice and Sam just get slowly used to his shenanigans and like “Oh Sims is in again.” “3rd time this week?” “You know, I’m really regretting bringing him in for questioning the first time.”

Anyway that’s my idea, I think it would be great :)))

[evernkillian]

Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfiction Recs | Fyozai Edition; Part 1

Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.

Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!

(Also: Fyozai as in, Fyodor Dostoevsky / Dazai Osamu)

(also I have more fic recs! Here)

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1. The touch of winter by Scarlet_Nin (@scarlet-nin )

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: The clatter of a knife hitting the floor the only sound in the room.

“Breaking into my bedroom, have you no shame? Not only that but cleaning out the blood will be such a chore. You truly are a Demon.”

“The kettle calling back to the pot, I see.”

Dostoevsky lowers the gun, a silencer preventing others coming to rescue, a parody of a smile spreading across his face. Another precise shot makes the knife slide across the room out of reach.

“But cleaning should be no trouble for you, you’ve got so much experience on your hands.”

“I wouldn’t mind cleaning up blood if it’s yours.”

They share a smile. It’s like looking into a mirror, they find, each seeing the same darkness in the other. A longing to break, to hurt, to spill life onto their hands—

!!! This fic is what got me into Fyozai. Like!!! The Tension!!!! They keep referencing each other as 'Rat' and 'Cat' and honestly!!! *Chef's Kiss* Also usual Fyozai talk about demons, gods, philosophy, etc. There's a telepathy thing going on (courtesy of being geniuses and their habit of reading each other) that I absolutely adore. I love the writing style, and in this particular fic it emphasizes the way they're similar to each other. Which I really love. Anyway!! My favorite Quote:

That horrible twisted mind equal to your own.

The pride at seeing how you could have turned out had you not listened to Odasaku’s last parting words, it makes you feel better about yourself.

2. warmth by orphan_account

T | 740 words | Complete

Summary: Cold as ice and white as snow.

That was all they knew about the new Port Mafia Executive.

But a certain someone knew more.

And he knew, above all, Fyodor Dostoyevsky needed warmth.

Short but sweet! Fyodor's the New Mafia Executive and Dazai pokes him. In usual Fyodor fashion, he thinks about abilities. AND!!! platonic touching!!! They're touch starved idiots and I love them your honor. Also my favorite quote:

Fyodor obliged, holding Dazai's hand. It was warm, but only when he was next to him. Otherwise, Fyodor knew, it was as cold as the ice he was born in.

3. mid autumn by yuki_MXIVo (@yuki-mxivo )

G | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: “But you tried to kill each other! How could you possibly be married!? You really tried to kill each other!”

“Yes?” Fyodor raises an unimpressed brow. “Romance is not the center of everything. You're surprisingly close-minded, I see.”

/// several months after the decay of angels case closes, Fyodor shows up at the agency seemingly out of the blue. He'd been thought dead.

MARRIED FYOZAI FIC I REPEAT MARRIED FYOZAI THEYRE MARRIED YOUR HONOR. I really love this absabnabanaan. Fyodor's Characterization is very... Human? Like as he thinks about the DoA, and stuff, and I really love it since most fics just show his manipulative genius side. Fyodor gave Dazai earrings *incoherent screaming*. Fyodor is exasperatedly fond of Dazai and it's so endearing to read. Relationship Reveal! Cause the ADA is there when they met- which is expected since Fyodor went to the Cafe Uzumaki. Russian Pet Names!!! I could rave about it more but no spoilers so!! Favorite Quote:

“We were nineteen,” Dazai sighs, dreamy, melting against Fyodor’s side, disgustingly saccharine in a way Fyodor can only pretend not to enjoy, “straight out of high school.”

4. Even through the Mist. by DeadDrabble (MisakillDatMonkey)

M | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: Dazai's mind has been strangely foggy lately. Are these limbos truth and reality or is he lost in a nightmare? Fyodor's cello sounds like the sweetest melody...

Or when Fyodor manipulates Dazai into taking his side to retrieve the book, using grief and ghosts of his past. Dazai's only hope resides in his will to follow the right path and his old partner.

This had me on the edge of my seat!!! Like holy moley!! Dazai doesn't know what's real and what's not and it's conveyed beautifully. Actually, Fyozai is not the main pairing, but most of this fic is about them. The manipulations!!! The mind games!!!

“See? You’re surprisingly docile,” the demon acknowledges, delighted. Dazai tugs on his hair a bit roughly. He looks back at the man through half-lidded eyes. He feels so bad, it feels so wrong, but he’s confident… He placed his trust in the right person, and it’s okay if he’s weak along the way. He can rely on those people. Even when he slips up.

5. I Offer A Prayer (To An Iceless Home) by Poetiicdissonance

T | 7k Words | Complete

Summary: Children grow into adults, and some grow into monsters. Monsters cannot love.

(But if it were anyone else, it would come quite close.)

u know that headcanon where Dazai hid in Russia with Fyodor between leaving the mafia and joining ADA? This is it. This is that fic. They're roommates! They talk about things. Deep things. About their Philosophies, ideas in life that they hold with an iron fist. They poked and prodded each other. It's a quiet companionship- and until now I don't know if it's the eye of the storm, or the gentle waves of a deep sea. This is so very. Very dear to me. I hold this fic gently in my heart. I cried, I laughed, I fell in love with them. Also no favorite quote since everything about it is my favorite.

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[scarlet-traveler]

I originally wanted to write a full fic for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 22: Alternate Careers but the words just weren't wording, so have this little headcanon info dump instead :D

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Thinking that maybe after everything that happened in the wars, Bakugou and Kirishima wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their lives being heroes.

Especially Bakugou. He’d still like helping people and he’d still want to be the best hero that he can be, it’s just after dying maybe that drive to be number one wouldn’t be as strong.

Injuries old and new catch up to them as the years pass too - Bakugou experiences bad pain days that sometimes leave him unable to work, leaving Kirishima to run their joint agency by himself for the day, and Kirishima’s nerves are fried after going Unbreakable so much, hardening and unhardening every day since he was fifteen until his entire body feels numbed.

And there’s also aging.

So maybe after a few decades, after many resolved cases under their belt, they decided they’ve done enough. There’s plenty of younger heroes around to take their place now that the pedestal of a Symbol is gone.

So they talk to the right people, they work to get their agency transferred to the pros and sidekicks working under them, and they retire.

Retire from hero work, anyway.

They may be older and sometimes in pain, but they’re still men of action. They can’t just sit around twiddling their thumbs for the rest of their lives, so they fall back on old hobbies.

Bakugou picks baking back up, something he used to do before hero work made him too busy. Their apartment always smells like some decadent dessert he made, and Kiri is happy to eat it all now that he doesn’t have to worry about maintaining a hero diet anymore.

And maybe when Kiri’s not trying and failing to help Baku in the kitchen, he’s out walking in nature, observing all the pretty plants along hiking trails and even bringing some home in wild bouquets for his partner.

It’s becomes their thing after that - Bakugou creating sweet goods that are shared with their friends when he makes too much, Kirishima bringing home wild yet beautiful arrangements to decorate their apartment, a new vase sitting on the counter next to Bakugou’s latest treat in the evenings as they head to bed.

It’s not until the squad visits and points out how good their treats and arrangements are that they realize they can make something out of them.

They find an unoccupied spot for rent a few blocks from their apartment, and it’s the perfect spot to set up their new joint bakery/florist business .

DynaRiot Arrangements and Confectionaries was Kiri’s idea. A bit of a mouthful for Baku, but he still went along with it <3

It’s an instant hit. Nobody expected Japan’s most badass hero team to settle down to create such a chill, cutesy business, but their food and floral arrangements really are that good.

Their business becomes a popular spot to grab a quick treat in the mornings or a nice bouquet of flowers for loved ones, or to even hang out during the day. Sometimes they cater for events as well.

And it’s fulfilling, and Bakugou and Kirishima are happy to be able to keep helping people with their work without breaking their bodies in the process, as well as maintain that teamwork they’ve been famous for ever since they met.

[gallawitchxx]

hi bee! hope you're doing well ✨ i'm just curious, what new movies/tv shows have you watched recently? (and do you have any rwrb fics you recommend??) 🌟

michelle my love 🖤🖤🖤 i love these questions, thank you!

i've been watching a ton of spooky flicks with my wife lately, which is really out of my comfort zone lol, but some recents include talk to me, five nights at freddy's & a haunting in venice.

as for tv, we're absolutely devouring the first season of love island games (it's brutal & unexpectedly bisexy as hell) & i've also recently enjoyed the other black girl & a netflix doc called escaping twin flames universe about an online, "spiritual" cult.

oooohhhh hoooo rwrb fics yesssss! 🇬🇧 🖤 🇺🇸 you genuinely cannot go wrong with anything written by clottedcreamfudge, everwitch or railmedaddy, but linking a few other faves below:

Nova, Baby by chamel -- CIA agent Alex Claremont-Diaz and MI6 agent Henry Fox-Mountchristen don’t exactly get along, but that doesn’t keep their respective agencies from insisting they work together as partners. Then a mission in Colombia changes everything, and their relationship begins to shift and grow into something that neither of them ever expected… and something that could have deadly consequences.

preventative measures by stutteringpeach -- Alex’s roommate, Henry, has just asked if he’d like to join him to watch a movie. In Henry’s bedroom. Normally, this wouldn’t be a thing at all, actually, it’s just that Alex has recently realised he’s pretty fucking in love with Henry, and probably has been for like, the entire time they’ve lived together. Which is a while. So. Yeah. Alex is gonna spend a little extra time on his hair.

Hashtag Soulmates by everwitch -- Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated. Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

let me know if you read any of them!! xx

ask me anything!