#potential hero caretaker

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Heiii !! How are you ? Wanted to request a continuation for random prompt 88 if you want please

Request #8 - Part 1 Part 3 Hi, Anon! I'm doing good, I hope you are as well.

Villain listened to the gentle breathing beside them, focusing their gaze on the roof. They had given up nights ago on trying to imagine the master criminal beside them as someone else. As Hero. The two were too different, like the sun to the moon and fire to water.

Supervillain used to be so appealing, even without all the strings they had attached to people like puppets. At first, they were everything Villain had thought they had wanted. Bright, clingy, energetic, protective... But then the red flags started to wave.

Insane, manipulative, boisterous, possessive...

So, the criminal had fled to their one escape from Supervillain's constant watch: their work. It would be cheating, they'd insist when the bigger villain offered to help or just do the heist for them. So, they absorbed themself into the dangerous field, going into action whenever they got the chance to.

And they met Hero because of it, and slowly everything slid into place. The bond Villain lacked with Supervillain was suddenly there and everything felt so right and so much fun. Sneaking out at ungodly hours of the night became normal routine.

Hero was everything they needed. Calm, understanding, patient yet so adventurous and encouraging. They kept Villain's heart from shattering when things got too stressful, when they felt like they were being watched. Hero was a safety net and the person Villain wanted more than anything in the world, and the person who made them brave enough to leave Supervillain.

Safe, loving and just perfect.

Shaking their head, Villain rubbed the stinging feeling from their eyes as they slowly sat up, careful to not jostle the arm circled around their middle too much. With practice they slipped away from Supervillain's unwanted embrace, making their way out of the bedroom and into the living room.

The early morning sun draped the room and kitchenette in a warm glow, the sunrise barely visible from the huge windows covering most of the wall. The apartment was much too high up in Villain's opinion, but they knew why it was chosen. They wouldn't get down three floors before Supervillain caught them once more.

Villain strolled over get a better look at the view, trying to peer around the towering city buildings for a bigger glimpse at the sun. Instead, their eye caught something else; a familiar silhouette flying in the warm coloured sky. Quickly, they forced themself away from the glass, only making eye contact for a fleeting moment.

They were definitely in luck, as Supervillain walked out of the bedroom just as they moved to start the coffee machine. They really didn't need a lecture about loyalty and threats so early in the morning.

As soon as they had placed a cup under the machine, arms were laced tightly around Villain's waist and kisses were peppered across the back of their head. They forced their shoulders to not stiffen, uncomfortably leaning back against Supervillain's chest.

"Good morning, my love." The master criminal's voice in their ear sparks a sharp pang in their skull and they stare at the coffee machine with malice. The caffeine certainly wouldn't help them with the headache, but it would for keeping up energy to deal with the figure behind them all day.

Villain murmured something akin to a 'good morning', which Supervillain looked much too pleased at. A relieved sigh was nearly tempted out of the smaller criminal as their arms slipped away from them. Thank the stars Supervillain actually had work to do today. Pressing one last kiss to the side of Villain's face, they dismissed themself back into the bedroom to change before heading out of the apartment.

The sound of the door shutting calmed the rapid pace of Villain's heart, an exhausted breath leaving their lips as they slumped forward, mug of coffee now cradled tightly in their hands. The warmth on their palms was soothing and a distraction from the bitter cold left by Supervillain's affections.

And then there was the sound of shattering glass. A shattering window.

The coffee mug dropped from their now shaking grip, crashing against the marble counters. Villain stared at the large window and the web-like cracks now spiraling along the glass. All caused by one punch from one person.

The door clicked open once more. Another punch to the window, now more... panicked.

What the hell was Hero doing?

[sister-of-hitoshi]

Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff!

Midoriya Izuku

It was a quaint, idle afternoon, although Midoriya Izuku was as busy as ever.

Being the former no.1 hero's protégé, being the weilder of One for All, being a dutiful student of the most prestigious academy of Japan, being a good son, being a supportive friend, a wonderful partner, a-

Good babysitter?

Yes there was a lot to be, but being a babysitter was really asking too much of him.

Our pure, sweet and innocent boy might be good with kids in general, but he was not made to handle little gremlins with short fuses.

But alas, to be the future no.1 hero of the country, you should be ready to face each and every challenge thrown at you.

Or that's what he kept telling himself.

Because right now, a little gremlin had been pulling at his curls for god knows how long.

And this little gremlin was his adorable s/o...

It all started when he had comeback to his room being left in shambles with a little toddler claiming their throne at it's centre.

"U-ummm"

"W-W-Whoooo a-are youuu??!!"

What is an adorable kid doing in his room? How are they even in his room? Isn't UA supposed to have top-tier security? Why is-

"I'M Y/N!!"

This was enough for his instincts to take over his next movements as he immediately picked you up and full-cowled to Aizawa sensei.

Recovery girl was informed, and following her deductions, he got to know about the duration of three days.

Without further ado, and due to all the qualities mentioned in point number 2, Aizawa immediately put him in charge of his companion.

Which brings us back to the present.

The present where you were running around the common school yard with him chasing after you- because at some point during his conversation with his teachers you had become tired of his curls and had jumped down from his back, ordering requesting him to run and catch you.

The first few minutes he was only trying to humour you to see that adorable grin that you sported.

But this soon wasn't the case anymore since he was now being bested by a literal toddler in terms of running for two hours straight.

This activity was followed by you doing his hair and him doing yours in your room, since his was left in shambles and you wouldn't let him go.

To say you were hyper was an understatement-

And you hadn't even unleashed half of your potential!

At some point, the perplexity of his own precarious situation got to him, leading him to call his mom asking for tips.

Following which he had you strapped on his chest everytime he was busy doing something, he couldn't have you tiring yourself afterall (he didn't have it in him to run after you anymore)

It was pretty alright after your initial tantrums and pulling on his hair, asking to be let down.

You were a somewhat of cuddle bug for him- you slapped everyone's hands away when they tried to touch you, and only permitted him for doing so (he is still very proud of you for doing that).

Want to be entertained? You can swing using his black whips, float around the room with him, the options were endless!- So of course you did everything on the list because why not.

All in all he was a good servant caretaker, you never once cried when he was around and he could keep up with your royal decrees shenanigans.

Of course you would never know that he fantasized about you in his almight onesies

"...Is this the candy that you wanted, Y/N?"

"YEs"

You were pretty pleased with your devoted follower, so being a good ruler, you decided it was best to promise your loyal subject a deserving reward.

"Uh- they said that they've run out of stock for that juice Y/N-san so-"

You interrupted him by giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, as a reward of course-

"Mr. Izukw! I'm gonna marry yu in the fwuture!"

"..umM..."

.......

....

"...- so the kis- I MEAN THE CANDY- NO JUICE-JUICE-"

You child form wasn't enough to keep him from blushing till his ear tips.

He pulled on his bangs to keep you from seeing his red face.

"Umm...m-me too"

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[agentravensong]

thinking about lex foster.

she has the Gift. she can pull a gun from the void. as a child, she was friends with an eldritch entity. in one timeline, she defeats an avatar/incarnation of another eldritch entity to save her sister.

but, there, that's the thing: lex has a younger sister, who is even more gifted. that sister is the lynchpin of the multiverse. and lex is her protector.

that sister, hannah, is only alive because lex, as a 5 year old, used her Gift to save her from dying before she was born. she didn't even want a sister before that moment. she doesn't remember doing it.

lex wants to be a normal teen who can hang out with her boyfriend and do stupid teen stuff. compared to hannah, she's grounded, practical. she forgets her own power, her own potential, as she grows up and has to learn to fight and scavenge to survive. but at heart, she's still a dreamer. she doesn't want anyone's pity, but still believes (wants to believe) in angels. if she had the money, she'd take the three of them to california. she'd be an actress.

her sister sometimes makes her life hell. lex will still risk, give up, anything and everything for that sister. she's been the closest thing to a mother hannah has known. but she's far from perfect. in multiple timelines, she's the cause of hannah's hurt, the one who puts her in the path of danger, however unintentionally. there is a gap in understanding between her and hannah that they may never fully close — but she keeps reaching out, keeps trying to work around it.

when lex is about to die in black friday, she wonders if she, all along, needed her sister more than her sister needed her — or maybe that's just her trying to reassure herself in her final moments, hoping beyond hope that hannah will be okay without her.

lex has the Gift. but she's not webby's favorite. she's not the Hero. her little sister is.

was lex meant to be the hero, originally? did she somehow fail in webby or the greater universe's eyes to live up to that position, requiring that her sister take it up instead? dooming hannah, before she was even born, to bearing the burden of being the one targeted by the most sinister forces in the multiverse, again and again, and the responsibility of stopping it?

or was the purpose of lex's existence always for her to be her sister's caretaker? to ensure that hannah could fulfill her destiny? to be the one to save her, from others or herself? through taking action, realizing her potential as the second-strongest foster girl (yellow jacket) or less directly, through just being someone hannah knows, can count on and believe in (witch in the web)? to play the kind of supportive role women are often pigeonholed into?

was hannah always meant to be the special one, the star, with lex as her prologue (and occasional understudy)? or was lex the original choice for the role, only for her to turn out to be... not enough? leaving hannah with the job of weaving together the pieces of a shattered universe?

either way, lex foster's existence is defined by her sister. has been since before she can remember.

and yet, though she probably wouldn't be able to say why, i don't think lex would change that. not unless she truly believed it would be to hannah's benefit. (and we all know it wouldn't be.)

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hurt/comfort fic about villain flinching to hero cuz villain got tortured by like the super villain who shapeshifted into hero to torture her?

The villain’s heart rate skyrocketed immediately, organs burning inside their chest until their whole body was shaking. Fight or flight kicked in but they were at a point where fight just wasn’t possible anymore.

“Hey, it’s me,” the hero said. “It’s over, remember?”

Carefully, they held up their hand and took a few steps back. It hadn’t been this bad for a long time and the hero seemed to be frustrated. Even though the villain knew they needed care, they were questioning if this was the right caretaker. They wanted to avoid the hero at all costs but truly, they didn’t have anyone else and even if they had, they needed to get over this phobia, needed to heal.

“That’s what they said, too.”

“They don’t know you’re here.”

“What if you’re impersonating them again? What if you’re tricking me again?” The villain’s voice quivered. It was driving them insane. They were mad at the hero but then again, not really. The supervillain had created this phobia, this terrible anxiety.

It tore them apart and left nothing but pain. The villain gasped for air and their hand wandered to their chest as they tried to calm themselves down.

“I can go,” the hero said softly. “I can go away if you want to. I just wanted to bring you some food.”

They put down the bowl on the table.

“Take the time you need. I can arrange something else. This was just temporary anyway and I understand if you want someone else to take care of you.”

“I…I don’t know.” The villain couldn’t breathe. Oh god, they were gonna die. They felt it in their chest, felt it in their heart.

Focusing was impossible, thinking even more so. They were gonna die, god, if the hero took another step towards them they were gonna die.

The villain stared at the bowl as their breathing got quicker and quicker. Every breath hurt more than the one before.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” The hero stayed where they were but they raised their voice. It made everything worse.

“I— I don’t know, I…”

“Are you having a panic attack?” The hero asked and their voice was softer this time. They took a step forward and the villain took one back. It hurt, everything hurt. “I’m sorry, okay, uhm…”

“Oh god,” the villain said. They tried to breathe but couldn’t.

“Okay, listen. Five things you can see?”

“Bowl…table, fuck…I can’t.” It didn’t work. Things like that didn’t work for the villain.

“Deep breaths, alright? Count back from 1,000 but like this: 996, 992…”

“987– no, 988, uhm…984…” The villain counted, concentrated on the numbers instead of their surroundings. It was easier to lose themselves in potential rooms of figures instead of a real one, filled with real stuff. They managed to calm down, slowly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…” The villain looked at them, looked at the face that had tortured for months. They were still out of breath but somehow, they managed to come back to reality. Flashbacks of the hero hitting them, torturing them were only fuel for their nightmares but a panic attack like this brought everything back just the same.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have expected you to recover here with me, I…I was selfish. I wanted you to be close to me,” the hero said. “I’m gonna ask a friend of mine to take care of you.”

“I can deal with this. I have to.” The villain sat down on the bed the hero had given them. With their fingers, they went through messy hair. “I can’t ignore you forever. I have to learn how to spot the difference between you and them. I can’t just…give up.”

“It’s not about giving up. It’s about your own safety. And to ensure that, I have to go.” The hero looked like they were about to cry. “I…don’t want you to suffer. I’ll be gone in the morning, I promise.”

Before the hero walked out of the door, they turned around and the villain realised that they were, in fact, close to tears.

“You mean a lot to me, you know? That’s why I saved you…I’m still really sorry about what happened. You didn’t deserve it.”

They didn’t see each other for years after that.

[justpoliteconversations]

Unsung Hero [TP!Link + Veterinarian!Reader]

The care and management of domestic animals is not new to Hyrule, but your kind of practice is.

The indulgence is growing out of control. The other piece for the results of this Poll.

Masterlist

Companion piece:

Fall Birds [BOTW!Link + Reader]

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.

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Seven little fluff balls wait contently within their holding pens, five young females, one adult and a male not even old enough to have a tween's characteristic lank. Three have taken a liking to the soft rags and old shirts you've crafted into makeshift beds, two still picking cautiously at their food bowls, one is grooming with quiet concentration. The kitten is up against the bars, meowing loudly for your attention.

These cats have been well taken care of. They are not afraid of people, many of them want to be picked up. None of them have any issues accepting the food you've given them, they all having been pawing at their enclosures expectantly the moment you'd passed through the doors with food in your hands.

This is a good village. You can tell, for there is no greater indication of a community's character then how they treat thier animals. Creatures whom often rely upon their human caretakers to provide basic needs. Truly, the most vulnerable in any civilized society, safeguarded not by the reigns of biology or sacred law, but by will of the people who keep them.

You smile as you approach, and no less then three of the younger females join the male up against the bars. You are forced to dodge little paws as you crack the doors open just enough to reach in and switch out thier water bowls. Though you give into temptation once or twice and capture their little paws between your fingers, squeezing softly against their smooth beans.

It is harder than you'd like to admit to pull away from them, especially when they are just as eager for attention as you are to give it. But you have work to do, and unfortunately, they only partially involve playing with little beans.

So you eventually leave the room, old water bowls in hand and steadfastly ignoring the pitiful little meows chasing after you. Sometimes you have to play the villain, but that's just an unavoidable consequence of the profession you lead.

And so, unfortunately, is this.

"May I help you." You ask pleasantly enough, irked that this unknown man (hyrulian?) had entered the back of your workplace uninvited, but not really surprised either.

Hyrule and the lands surrounding it is, strange, as far as privacy and security is concerned. No door is truly locked unless it's physically barred, by the locals reckoning. No shop guards their precious stock with carefully maintained distance, no home sacred to the eyes or ears of their community.

Even thievery is taken in stride, rarely punished but for the occasional snide remark or displeased glower. Occasionally, the victimized shop owner may strike at the thief, maybe lecture them, and by the eyes of social justice this seems to make right the wrong.

So, no. You are not surprised. Nor are you surprised by the untrusting tension corded through this man's body.

This is to be expected, or more precisely, this should be expected. And rather than make you feel unnerved or frightened, you are gladdened by this man's formidable presence.

You are happy, because someone cares enough about these animals to ask you what you're doing with them. Cares enough to notice their absence. Cares enough to confront potential abusers with righteous fury, because you can see that in his eyes. That unrelenting need to protect burning in this man's gaze, waiting for a reason to unfurl like Hellfire.

"Why are you taking the cats." He says simply, so honest and to the point. Your heart is gladdened further, because finally, someone who's not going to meekly dance around the issue to avoid offense.

Let them be damned offended. Priority is the wellbeing of the animals. It always has been, and if you're going to dig into other people's business, you best be prepared to get in their face too.

You smile at him, and he seems taken aback by it. "I'm a veterinarian from overseas, specializing in spading and neutering small mammals."

He blinks, long lashes framing wide blue eyes now brimming with cautious curiosity. "A veterinarian?"

You grin, taking the opportunity. You always take the opportunity to educate people. It's just as, if not even more important, than what you actually do.

And so, you talk. You speak of eventual overpopulation, of a single female cat's extensive breeding potential. Of bird populations decimated, of entire litters lost to the dangers of the wilds and the inevitability of disease and death. Of the benefits of fixing felines young, of the health hazards avoided and the behavior issues soothed.

All the while, his eyes get wider and rounder and softer. His world opens up, the light of newfound knowledge enters his inquisitive gaze. At some point he sat, ushering you to sit too. He leans forward as you talk, riveted, asking questions when you begin to slow. Spurring you onwards one breath at a time.

Minutes turn to hours, hours become a promise extracted from the man himself. A promise that you would continue to explain to him the purpose and riggers of your little known profession.

You'd agreed readily. Heart fluttering with the quiet hope of like-minded companionship.

He returns the next day. And the next.

All seven of the cats are fixed by that time, safe and recovering in their pens. And the man, Link, is there for two of their operations. Witness to your practice.

He is enthralled by the precision of your blades, the skill of your hands. Not once does he shy away from the unsavory sight such a profession entails, asking questions only after you've placed the last stitches into shave-short fur. His eyes burning with the need to know and to learn.

You give him everything you have. Every scrap of knowledge and wisdom accumulated after years of education and trials. You share it freely, anything within your power to give is his should he ask.

And he- replies in kind.

Time, effort, rupees. You'd tried to deny, but he could not be moved. The fire in his spirit burning too hot, too intense for you to have any hope of outlasting it's blaze.

He brings in more stray cats, dogs, squirrels (?) than you have holding pens, children trailing behind him with proud expressions of excitement and pride. You give them candy for their efforts, they give you hugs and little scraps of cloth for more beds.

He hands you rupees, brows fixed in stubborn defiance, unwilling to back down from his contributions. There's more than you've ever seen in one place, more than a year's worth. It's too much, but the gleam in his eyes tells of a man who will burden you with untold excess should you refuse his first offer.

The threat is nearly tangible in it's closeness. Take the damned rupees, or prepare to drown in them.

Collars appear like magic overnight upon a precious few cats and dogs, bands of every color staking a bold claim. You leave those ones be, waiting for the loving hands of owners to bring them to you.

Your clinic grows, your place within the community settles. Your new friend becomes your best friend and your most trusted confidant.

Link buys a goat ranch (the one he's been working on for years now), beaming with pride as he tells you how he finally convinced Old man Fado to pass over ownership to him. You congratulate him of course, overcome with pride for his persistence and success.

Your not surprised though. While many might have questioned his hesitance to settle, those who knew him well saw this coming years ago. It was only ever a matter of when the man would pluck up the resolve to fully commit.

The long wait had not been wasted though. A stack of worn books, old and new, sitting prominently at your bedside spoke quietly of that.

"Hey, Link. Now that you're a respectable ranch owner, want to go into business together?" You smile, eyes crinkled at the corners as he caught your gaze in (unnecessarily) hopeful disbelief. "I've been doing a bit of light reading on the biology of ordon goats, after all."

You held out your hand to him, and he gripped it back fiercely, a suspicious shimmer at his lower lashes as a bright smile stole across his lips.

"Might as well not let the knowledge go to waste. Right?"

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Back to the safety of the shadows.

[bibibbon]

Characters with wasted potential: kurooboro

It's our favourite intelligent nomu kurooboro that deserves so much more attention and a better arc then what he got.

Personally the narrative does seem to treat oboro and kurogiri as two different characters which I like but I wish we got more exploration on that.

Kurogiri

Kurogiri is shigarakis caretaker he is also AFOs servant. However, that's all we know.

1) I would have it that kurogiri used to be a loyal AFO servant. He became a servant/puppet due to him falling through the cracks of the system and trying to escape poverty in anyway he could. Overtime kurogiri got physically sick and his body started to fail yet he still worked for AFO accepting what he did. Afo recognises kurogiri as a valuable asset when his plan of capturing eraser and his quirk goes to mess and starts plotting with the doctor to help kurogiri get a new body which happens to be oboros.

The doctor manages to successfully do this transfer or so he thinks. The doctor is weird and creepy and yes he manages to do implant kurogiri's mind and quirk into a vestige but this comes with some drawbacks like oboro and kurogiri both sharing a mind and body or oboro physically and spiritually rejecting kurogiri making it so that his body is tearing him from the inside out in some way.

Kurogiri is tasked with the job of taking care of Shigaraki and at first he is quite indifferent to the child and doesn't care for him. However, as time goes on he does slowly warm up to shigaraki and care for him ( I love dad kurogiri too much for this). This puts kurogiri in a rough position, he cares for shigaraki but he also hears the plans that AFO and the doctor have in mind for him and he indirectly tries to slow them down or hinder them. All of this is little to no prevail, as much as kurogiri cares he isn't equipped or certified to take care of a traumatised child or to stop afo and the doctors plan.

2)Kurogiri makes a little plan. The plan is one where he gets a bar (AFO allows him) and he basically runs the bar. From the money he gains in the bar he spends some on shigaraki but also hides some of the income to at least assure his and shigarakis own survival. Sadly, the plan is found by AFO himself and the doctor does some "modifications" to kurogiri (practically torture) to keep kurogiri complacent and become the perfect puppet, to play his role. Kurogiri glad that AFO didn't take the bar away from him , but now takes like 50% of the income he earns spends the money on various things. He still has a plan but the initial plan for him to escape with shigaraki is looking slimmer and slimmer. He has a moment where he starts to desire freedom to escape and burn everything he has to the ground to fully forget about shigaraki, AFO, the doctor and all. Yet he stays and finds way to passively retaliate and rebell against both AFO and the doctor.

During this time he and oboro/ oboro's spirit and remains bond over their experiences. Considering that they both want freedom one way or another they work together to enhance their quirk.

Oboro shirakumo

Oboro shirakumo is a former 17 year old hero student who is friends with midnight, present mic and Eraserhead. He was majorly injured during a work study that he did with his friends trying to help save some children.

1) Oboro doesn't actually die, he is just declared dead and taken away. Afo is pretty disappointed when the villain fail to kill/ bring to him Eraserhead and accidentally bring in a heavily injured oboro. The doctor takes oboro, thinking that his quirk has some potential and suggests the idea of making oboro and kurogiri a merger intelligent nomu. AFO agrees to this of course and oboro's body is basically healed/ fixed by the doctor to become a suitable vessel.

2) at this point oboro is in a coma. However, when the doctor tries to merge the two oboro does show signs of retaliation and rejecting kurogiri, yet kurogiri overpowers him. Oboro is scared and untrusting of anyone around him at the moment. Both he and kurogiri get into a lot of arguments over the body they share which proves for it to be difficult to live in the body.

3) due to their differences and background oboro and kurogiri do not get along at first. Oboro is still quite naive about the world but his counterpart kurogiri isn't . Due to their close forced proximity and the fact that both want the body they are in to function they try and cooperate. They get to know eachother and start to understand their respective sides. Kurogiri shares his story, how he had to live on the street and survived of barely anything, how he enjoyed being a bartender before his body started failing him and he had to quit and fully dedicate his life to being AFO's servant. That's when oboro shares his own experiences how he wanted to be a hero, own an agency with his friends and how he also wanted to help others. They continue to cooperate and both make the plan of saving up money and running away from AFO.

3) When that plan is found out and the doctor does his 'modification' oboro goes silent, taking the blunt force of it at the time. This happens for a long while and kurogiri feels alone, this is when he starts to think of just leaving and destroying everything. Oboro is silent, he is stuck in a limbo place. Kurogiri thinks he can see oboro's spirit when he is sleeping but that is neither here or there. However, when they meet Eraserhead in the USJ oboro makes a slow awakening. He physically makes kurogiri's body hesitate and that's what causes them to be stuck in Todorokis ice.

4) Kurogiri is shocked of course and after the battle both of them have a conversation. Oboro isn't aware of how it works and doesn't remember anything after the doctors modifications which is when Kurogiri fills him in about what happened. Both start to work harder than ever for a chance at escaping whether it be them escalating their passive rebellious behaviour to AFO or trying to guide shigaraki to a different path.

They try their best, they really do but looks helpless and their chance at freedom is long and far. That is when they choose to slowly collect information in journals and allow themselves to get captured some time after the overhaul arc revealing their identity.

All of oboro's friends (NOT JUST ERASERHEAD LIKE IN CANON) are conflicted, confused and upset. They comfort eachother and all come into different conclusions, scared but so hopeful for a restoration of normalcy in their lives. It is present mic and eraserhead that try to make the first move, trusting the information that kurogiri provides them and slowly help kurogiri. Present mic is the first to come around at first not believing that its oboro but wanting the information, wanting to know if there is a traitor. Secondly, it's eraserhead out of pure hope and denial, he knows it isn't logical but he misses oboro and hasn't moved on. He now needs to understand that oboro isn't oboro but he is much more complex and has went through things. Lastly, it's midnight with a combination of both factors and guilt. She tries to avoid kurogiri as she blames herself for what happend and also starts to rethink her actions as a hero.

Working with the heroes gets kurogiri out of prison and under UA's custody really but he still is quite ominous especially kurogiri who still wants to save/help shigaraki and ends up talking to izuku about it.

I feel like there are way too many ways we can take kurogiri and oboro's characters in, all with different ways and endings but canon managed to do such a horrendous disservice to him so I hope I have given him some justice

[faulty-writes]

[ Hello my dear followers and or fans. I present to you a Keigo piece, written for the Hawks Big Bang 2023. This was exceptionally fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy this piece. Hopefully, I'll come up with a few more ideas for some Keigo-based fan fics in the future. ]

[ As a support specialist, you were used to receiving attention, and it wasn’t just because you were the child of Endeavor, but you had your suspicions that might be why a certain winged hero liked you. Furthermore, it might explain why you were assigned to create his new feathers. Unfortunately, you run into a certain complication while trying to craft them. ]

It wasn’t easy being the child of Endeavor, the number one hero. When you think about your past, all you remember is how busy he was and how you constantly pleaded for his attention, especially when you came up with invention ideas.

Yes, your love of technology and keen sense of curiosity set you apart from the rest of your family. It was common for you to spend time in your room creating blueprints, drawings, or lists of the inventions you wished to create growing up.

On more than one occasion, you’d fall asleep at your desk with blueprints scattered underneath your sleeping head, half-made prototypes lying in front of you, and your hands still loosely gripping a screwdriver or wrench.

This made it difficult for your siblings to spend time with you and it was always a fight to get you out of your room and away from your passion. You recalled being dragged away by your caretaker with your nails scraping against the floor of your bedroom more than once.

But even this wasn’t enough to tear you away from your life’s purpose. The desire to change the world through your inventions led you to enroll at Yuuei, despite your father’s wishes, and though countless support manufacturing companies offered you positions after you graduated, you chose to start your own business.

Many thought this was impossible, but you knew that your inventions were unique and that potential customers would come to you for your customization abilities. The fact that you never said no to a challenge, no matter how difficult, was another characteristic that set you apart from other support item specialists.

In that aspect, you were sure you had inherited your stubborn nature from your father, but at least he had softened his attitude since Shoto had started attending Yuuei. However, despite your success, you have been unmotivated as of late and who could blame you?

Touya, your oldest brother who happened to be alive but turned into a villain, was responsible for attacking and critically injuring your father and youngest brother. You had originally thought focusing on your work would help you forget about him and the heavy overwhelming feelings that consumed you.

Clearly, you were mistaken. Your thoughts kept drifting back to the current events you were dealing with, causing your chest to ache so fiercely that you almost wished you had inherited your mother’s quirk so you could numb it and feel cold.

In any case, you didn’t inherit your mother’s quirk, at least not in the way you had hoped. Just like your father, you possessed a fire quirk and like your brother, Touya, the fire you produced was blue but…cold. Yes, you had some sort of cold flame ability, but it was nowhere near as powerful as the ice quirk your family possessed.

You weren’t as able to control your fire as Touya, Shoto, or even your father either. Although, like your older brother and sister, you didn’t use your quirk for anything practical outside of experimenting with some inventions that were powered by it.

You will always remember the first time you tried this new type of quirk-powered technology. You thought it was going to be a breakthrough, a new source of energy. Of course, you were still a support student at the time and that could have played into your naive nature.

Anyone in the support business knows that sometimes your inventions don’t go as planned and, in some cases, literally blow up in your face. This is what happened to you, instead of your quirk-powered invention doing as it was designed, it went haywire and blew up when you were within close range of it. 

As a result, your dominant hand’s thumb, index, and pinky fingers were severed and the Development Studio was off-limits for a couple of weeks while you adjusted to living with seven functional fingers. Unlike most rational-thinking individuals, you refused to have them reattached.

Rather, you saw this as an opportunity to make another version of your failed invention which is where the origin of your robotic fingers came in. Countless individuals chose to have certain body parts or limbs replaced with robotic ones and in that sense, you didn’t feel any different.

Of course, it had been tricky learning how to channel your quirk to your automated fingers and gauge just how much of your power you needed to make them work efficiently as you needed them to, but eventually, you mastered it.

Now only if you could master the ability to turn your feelings off, but you knew that was impossible. Even so, the latest project you had been given by the Winged Hero: Hawks could distract you for the time being.

Even though most would feel honored to create prosthetic feathers for the number two hero, you felt guilty knowing that those wings were burnt by your brother’s flames. Then again, maybe this was a way to help atone for his wrongdoings and this wasn’t the first time you had been assigned to craft something for Hawks.

He had been coming to you for several reasons since you graduated, and part of you thought it was because of your connection to Endeavor, who he was a big fan of. As time passed, you began to associate his unexpected visits with his desire to spend time with you.

The only problem was that you were too busy for him, and he often disregarded this. You leaned away from your work table to examine the blueprints you had created. “At least these feathers are pretty straightforward,” you tapped the end of your pencil against your lips being careful not to break it with your artificial fingers.

They were made up of three parts to give realistic joint movement, and these three parts gleamed the faintest blue color. The fingers were attached to a special device worn over your hand that looked like an ordinary compression glove but was made from a special type of metal.

As with your artificial fingers, it had a lining that glowed, and three circles across the top, and each circle was connected to one of the three mechanical fingers via a small wire. You paused when a soft vibrating sound filled the air causing you to look at the table.

You noted that the noise source was your phone. If there was one thing people should know about you, it was that you hated being interrupted when working. You sighed when you grabbed it and noticed a familiar number flashing across the screen.

“Bothering me already?” you muttered. You placed the device back down and grabbed your blueprints. “He can wait until I’m done with these,” it was standard for your customers to have your number, but you noticed Keigo had a bad habit of calling you whenever he pleased, and you didn’t have time for that.

You couldn’t even imagine how he had time for that, especially in his current state. He couldn’t even speak and needed a voice assistance device. Of course, it was only temporary and most likely given to him in the rush of everything else that was going on.

Still, you couldn’t help but think you could have made him something better. But it was time to forget about that. You glanced over the table which was currently cluttered with scraps of metal and beaten-to-death-looking tools.

“Let’s see…” you leaned over to the bulletin board that was hanging on the wall directly in front of said table and proceeded to hang the blueprint up. It was good to have a reference to look at when you were creating, although you were the type to tweak things here and there along the way.

Luckily, it never resulted in anything catastrophic. “There,” you leaned back, placing your hands on your hips and smiling proudly. “Now it’s my favorite time of the day,” you pulled your work stool out from under the table and sat down, pulling up the sleeves of your hoodie.

Well, okay. It was Natsuo’s hoodie, and you might have stolen it out of his closet without permission. But he had a million more and as much as you hated to admit it, the simple piece of clothing did bring some comfort.

You cracked your knuckles before leaning over to grab your work computer that was resting against one of the legs of the table and opened it. A few clicks sounded and seconds passed before a building program popped up on the screen.

Yes, even support item specialists used building or modeling software, and if you wanted to create prosthetics, feather prosthetics at that, you had to build a 3D structure that you could work with. However, unlike when you crafted things by hand, certain programs used to create more specific support items needed to be precise.

This also meant you had to spend hours and hours perfecting each little detail based on the hand-drawn blueprints you created before moving on. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get so caught up in your work that you drowned out the world around you. Noises such as your phone vibrating were deaf to your ears.

“Mm…” Keigo frowned, shrugging his shoulders. His yellow-golden eyes were fixed on his phone screen. Since he couldn’t talk right now, he wasn’t sure why he was calling you. However, his concern was heightened with every attempted call as they all went to your voicemail.

Tsunagu, more widely known as “Best Jeanist” noticed the distressed state the younger hero was in. He narrowed his eyes and approached, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. As expected, Keigo glanced up at him. “Perhaps it’s best you leave them be,” he suggested.

While he would normally support a fellow hero and their pursuits, he didn’t think it wise Keigo continue bothering you. It was evident that Endeavor was still recovering from his physical injuries, and his family was suffering emotionally now.

Keigo blinked and refocused his attention back on his phone, seeming to disregard the elder man’s words. He closed his eyes and after a few seconds, looked at Tsunagu again. His thumb quickly glided over the screen of his phone, and he typed out the message, “I need to check on them.”

Tsunagu sighed, pressing his hand against his forehead. He had his suspicions as to why Keigo wanted to see you, and it wasn’t just because you were assigned to create his new feathers. He didn’t want to see a fellow hero go down the dead-end path of romance.

At the same time, he knew far too well that he could not tell another adult, much less another hero what to do and in that sense, he could not rightfully refuse Keigo’s request. “Very well,” he replied, trying his best not to sigh and turning to walk to his car.

“Finally!” you leaned back, grinning at the 3D model of a prosthetic feather on the screen. “Now all that’s left is to print it,” you dragged the mouse over to the ‘File’ button and scrolled down. You were about to click ‘Print’ when you heard something.

“Hm?” your head turned to look at a small monitor nestled in the corner of the room, it was activated by a motion camera and much like a phone notification, it chimed when someone approached. You narrowed your eyes when you noticed the individual standing in front of the door.

His ash-blond feathery hair caught your attention first, followed by the medical bandages that were wrapped around his head but still exposed his face. The next thing was the respirator mask he wore, and the black button-up shirt he had on.

In his right hand, he was holding a small device which you assumed was his phone. The only thing that was missing was what you were currently working on, those beautiful bright red feathers that made up his wings. “What the?” your eyebrow twitched, and you clenched your jaw, immediately feeling annoyed by his presence.

‘What is he doing here!?’ you thought, balling your trembling hands into fists. ‘Well, I’m going to find out!’ With that, you stood from your seat and marched over to the door just as a few knocks sounded. You roughly pulled the door open, ignoring how it smacked against the wall.

You glared at the injured hero. “What do you want?” you demanded, crossing your arms. Yes, most wouldn’t be rude to pro heroes especially when they were as injured as Keigo. But, in your defense, he should know better than to bother you while you are working.

He stared at you, and you weren’t sure if he was in shock or disbelief over your words. “You ignored my texts” he replied. You furrowed your brow. “Texts?” you repeated. With a pointed artificial finger, you said, “You didn’t text me!”

You expected him to make a smart remark, but silence followed, and his attention was focused on your finger. In response to the glowing blue finger, his body stiffened and memories of the flames that had stolen his wings and voice came flooding back to him.

You noticed the blue-hued reflection of your finger in his eyes but quickly turned to march back to your work table and snatched your phone off it. After unlocking the device, you looked to see…you were wrong. There were several text messages from him and a few missed calls, but you weren’t sure if all of them were from him.

“Told you,” a robotic voice said. “Ah!” you jumped and turned around, swinging your fist at him. Even in his weakened state, he was quick enough to block you. “Whoa there,” his facial expression softened as if he had enjoyed the fact, you almost punched him. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” you rolled your eyes, looking back at your phone.

Part of you was curious to see what Keigo’s text messages said while another was annoyed that you were wasting your time, you had work to do! You clenched your jaw, lowering your phone before snapping, “Why are you always bothering me!?” Keigo leaned back, his eyes widening.

You could only imagine the shocked or disbelieving expression that was hidden underneath that respirator mask. He blinked once or twice before typing into his phone, “I wanted to see you today.” Well, that didn’t answer your question.

You sighed, placing your hand against your head and being careful not to let your hair get stuck in the small spaces of your robotic extremities. Keigo stood there, his eyes shifting ever so slightly as he absorbed each detail of you.

Even though he could see Endeavor’s anger and stubbornness in you, it was more charming, even cute coming from you. Yet, it was still hard for him to accept that you were the child of his favorite hero. “Look,” he immediately shifted his gaze to your face when you spoke.

“Your feathers aren’t finished yet, and you’re distracting me, so leave now!” you demanded, pointing to the door. You turned your back to him. “Jeez…” you muttered, slamming your phone back onto the table. You couldn’t fathom why he had wanted to see you, since you didn’t see yourself as interesting.

In addition, your life was consumed with work. There was always something to be done. Day in and day out, inventing, fixing, and creating. It was a miracle you even had time for your own family, let alone others. Keigo frowned, although he knew this was how you’d react.

He assumed Endeavor taught you to keep to yourself and to keep everyone at arm’s length. But that only made him question what were you trying to hide or was it that you were afraid of what would happen if you let someone in? He understood how that felt, given his neglectful and abusive childhood scars.

There was a part of him that wondered if life had led him to you only to remind him that he was nothing more than a villain in disguise and that his effort to dirty his hands to keep yours clean was all for nothing since he could never reach you no matter how hard he tried.

He curled his free hand into a fist, hearing the gentle cracking of his knuckles. But heroes and villains had one thing in common: they never gave up. So, damn the world because he’d keep trying, and with everything going to hell in a handbasket, now was the ideal moment to capture your heart and fuck the consequences.

His eyes lingered on you, once again taking in every detail. Although he was struck with curiosity when he noticed the hoodie you were wearing, it looked a bit too large for you and he swore he had caught a musky scent earlier that contrasted your typical fruity but spicy fragrance.

His suspicions were heightened and frankly, he didn’t like the fact that you were wearing another man’s clothing. He intended to disregard your wish, not that he would abide by it anyway, and he anticipated how you would react when he leaned forward, pressing himself against your back.

“What the-” You tensed up and lifted your arm, fully intent on elbowing him in the stomach, but once again he was too fast for you. The sound of his phone hitting the table echoed through the room. “Hey!” he grabbed your left wrist and pinned it against the table.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” you demanded, feeling him pin your right hand against the table as well. It was a tad odd to feel the cool metal touch of your artificial fingers against his. Part of him wondered if you missed the sensation of being able to feel or touch.

After all, even you couldn’t invent something that brought back the nerves that were taken away after that incident years ago. Yes, he knew about it, and he was still at a loss for why you didn’t choose to simply reattach your fingers.

Then again, there was a chance that even if you did, they’d hold no or very little feeling at all. But flesh or not, nothing was going to stop him from tightening his grip and enjoying how his fingers fit perfectly between yours.

When he rested his chin on your shoulder, you tensed up in response. He tried to get a glimpse of your face before he moved your wrist closer to his phone and used the bottom of his palm to keep it pinned against the table while his fingers typed out another message.

“Whose hoodie are you wearing?” The question threw you off and you looked dumbfounded before knitting your eyebrows and the sound of your growling filled the air. “Why do you care?” you replied, glaring at him from over your shoulder.

An expression of distant longing filled his eyes, and he offered no words in response to your question. “Huh?” you froze when he released his hold on you and stepped away. Although he knew it was dangerous, he didn’t care since he had nothing left to hold back.

The moment you saw him reach up to remove his mask, your eyes widened. “Wait!” you cried out, grabbing his hand to force it away from his face. “What are you doing? Are you crazy!? You need to keep your mask on!” you exclaimed, almost hating yourself for showing that you cared about him.

Your words were met with silence, and his eyes remained with that distant look as if he didn’t comprehend what he was doing or what you were saying. Although your robotic fingers might be digging into his flesh and causing him discomfort, you tightened your grip.

After a moment, however, you took a deep breath and dropped your hand. “Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. He almost hated the frown you wore, but he knew you needed to hear his voice even if it physically pained him to speak.

“Do what you want!” you yelled, latching onto your lip, feeling embarrassed that you had let your emotions slip. Yes, maybe you did care about Keigo, a little, but he didn’t need to know that! He lowered his eyebrows and resumed removing his mask. “Mm…” you glanced back at him, dropping your arms instantly.

Your eyes widened and your mouth hung agape. The left side of his face was marked by a jagged scar, which ran down to the side of his neck. It was red and in the process of healing. You wondered if it still required treatment, but his hardy and struggling breathing distracted you from any further thoughts.

“You…wearing another man’s…clothing,” his voice was barely audible, “makes me jealous.” Your eyes began to water at the sight of the damage left on his skin and at the sound of his vocal cords straining to speak. Stepping closer, you said “I-It’s Natsuo’s hoodie,” and cursed yourself for trembling when you spoke.

“Mm...” his eyes narrowed as if he were debating whether you were telling the truth or not. “Is…is that what you really care about right now!?” you growled. “You are so…” you wanted to call him stupid, an idiot even. Instead, you swallowed and looked at him, with a few stray tears running down your cheeks.

Your hand came to rest on the side of his injured cheek, and you almost wished you didn’t have these damned metal fingers so you could properly brush your thumb over his skin. Your compression glove’s cool metal texture made him recoil and at the same time, a sense of sadness filled him.

He would have much preferred to feel the touch of your warm palm, of course, then you wouldn’t have the use of a thumb period. “Did Touya really do this to you?” he frowned at your question and reached up, clasping the side of your face. It was apparent that your tears were now streaming over his hand and down his wrist.

Although most tears felt warm, yours were cold and left faint red lines on his skin. He quickly assumed this was because your quirk was cold enough to burn and partly wondered if your tears would leave a kiss of frostbite or at the very least, leave his skin feeling cold for a while. Not that it mattered.

He almost wanted to laugh, because unlike your brother, who shared that his tear ducts were burned, yours seemed to work just fine. Seeing a hero in such a fragile state, one that everyone looked up to, was always hard to accept.

But this was reality, and he didn’t fear showing you his weaker side, he just wished you’d do the same. Although you were already going through a lot emotionally, he felt a tiny bit guilty that he was only adding to it. At the same time, he felt hopeful that he was getting closer and closer to tearing down your walls today.

As he cradled your face in his hands, he gently moved his thumbs, collecting your chilly teardrops and wiping them away. You latched onto your lip, feeling your heart speed up at the caring and gentle gesture he was performing.

You were typically someone who bottled up their feelings and if you had to cry, you usually did it in private as you believed it was a sign of weakness. But it seemed that you and Keigo were both weak and needed to lean on one another for the time being.

The answer to your earlier question was obvious, and frankly, you didn’t know why you had even asked it in the first place. “Damn it…” you hissed under your breath and tried to turn your head, but Keigo refused to allow you to look away from him.

His noisy and raspy breathing made you cringe, and you hoped that he wouldn’t collapse. Your eyes closed and you pressed your teeth together, you couldn’t take any more drama. A soft hitch of breath came when Keigo stepped closer and pressed his forehead against yours.

Tears continued to trickle out of your eyes, possibly a sign of all the emotions you had been holding back until now. Silence filled the space between you, apart from the man’s continued breathing and it was only in this moment that you noticed the unfamiliar heat coursing through your cheeks.

As he cautiously stepped closer, his hands slipped down to your shoulders, drawing his breath against your face and you felt the warmth of his lips so dangerously close to yours. “I’m...not a good...guy,” he said, struggling with his words once again.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You lowered your hand from his face, how could he say that? Yes, you were aware of what he had done. Your brother had told Japan that the Winged Hero: Hawks had murdered Twice, the villain.

However, you knew from your own experience that heroes aren’t always heroic. Your father was a prime example of that, but as of recently, he aimed to improve himself, despite the hatred the world now held for heroes. You could only assume that Keigo was following in his footsteps.

His hands brushed over yours and he took them in his grasp, holding them to his lips. As he kissed each one of your knuckles, he closed his eyes, taking another breath. “You…make me…feel like one.” Tingles ran through your body, and when he opened his eyes again it felt like those golden orbs were staring directly into your soul.

Yet, you felt comfortable for a moment. As if all the troubles you felt were suddenly lifted. Your eyelids lowered and you squeezed his hands, almost unconsciously pressing yourself against him. The tiniest smile came to your face, and Keigo’s eyes softened when he returned that smile. It was good to see you in this state.

Maybe now he could…he paused, releasing your hands and instead, wrapped his arms around you. His fingers almost possessively dug into your back, and he leaned forward. A soft coo escaped him as he carefully nuzzled against your neck making you tremble in response.

It was hard to tell if you were shocked by the way he embraced you or by the bird-like noise he made. Of course, you should have expected it given his quirk. Your hands remained at your sides, and you thought, ‘Should I hug him back?’

You were never one to express your affection physically, but it seemed the two of you were already past that. “Mm...” you hesitantly slipped your arms beneath Keigo’s, allowing your fingertips to graze along his back while remaining conscious of not harming him with your robotic fingers.

Your eyebrows knitted as you felt two distinct bumps on his shoulder blades and quickly realized they were the remains of his wings. ‘Oh right...his wings…’ you thought bitterly, glancing to the side. ‘I should be working on his damn feathers, what am I doing!?’

Despite your rational thoughts, your body didn’t listen. ‘Why…why can’t I move away?’ Was it because this felt nice? His body was warm and comforting despite being bruised, beaten, and fragile. Your eyes began to water again, and you tightened your embrace.

Your fingers, or at least the flesh and blood ones, were trembling. As soon as he noticed this, he drew back but kept his arms around you. He noticed your watery eyes first, followed by your frown and overall look of hurt across your face.

He wanted to ask what was wrong, but words were useless. Maybe he should show you that everything was okay or as okay as he could make it at this time. Pulling back his hand, he lightly grasped your chin and grazed his thumb along your bottom lip. The moment he leaned forward, your heart pounded faster.

What was going on? Was he going to…and why did you want to? Your eyelids lowered, and your lips parted, prepared to feel the warmth of his against them. However, the door opened right as your mouths touched, and both of you froze. Then a familiar voice came, “Y/n?” 

You instantly pushed your hands against Keigo’s chest and glanced past him to see your father. What was he doing here, shouldn’t he be in the hospital!? Well, unless he got discharged. But if that were the case, then Fuyumi should have informed you. Then again, you weren’t exactly paying attention to your phone today.

You expected him to react with anger, but instead, he frowned and lowered his eyebrows, confused at what he was seeing and why Keigo was so close to his child. “Apologies,” Tsunagu’s voice came and seconds later you watched him squeeze past your father.

“I attempted to explain to Endeavor that you were currently engaged in conversation with Y/n, but it appears he favored disrupting regardless.” Well...in addition to ignoring your phone, you realized that if someone was preoccupying your attention, you also ignored the chime of your motion camera. Lovely. “However, they are his child and I believe we have interrupted Todoroki family matters enough,” he was somewhat concerned as to why Keigo hadn’t turned around yet. But knowing the young hero, he was more than likely attentively listening to and acknowledging the two men now present in the room.

In addition, due to his years of conditioning as a hero, it was also likely he was continuing to shield you because he wanted to make sure you and everything else were safe. Enji glared at Tsunagu before shaking his head and looking back at you and Keigo.

Though he didn’t say a word when he walked over, his eyes burned with an intimidating gaze that made you tremble. “Uh...hi Dad?” you awkwardly said and, with some regret, stepped away from Keigo. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away.

You were surprised that he said and did nothing given the fact that in the past he had no trouble laying his hands on Keigo and threatening to turn him into fried chicken. Maybe double-fried chicken in this case. You shifted your gaze to Tsunagu as you passed by, and he merely shrugged.

“Mm…” your cheeks were flushed, and Enji loosened his grip on your wrist when the two of you got closer to the door and instead, took a secure grip on your hand. As he yanked it forward, three distinct snaps echoed through the room.

You paused, realizing that he had unintentionally taken your artificial fingers off, but luckily that was part of their design. It enabled you to replace whichever finger you wanted or fix them if necessary. He paused and looked to see three metal appendages now in his palm. His eyes widened, and he looked back at you.

“Shouldn’t have pulled that hard,” you said, holding your hand up. The metal compression glove remained, but the three wires that connected to your fingers were hanging against it. Judging by your father’s frown, it was difficult for him to see just two flesh and blood fingers because it reminded him of his shameful past.

After losing your fingers, he should have been stricter with you and consulted you about what you needed to do. He curled his hand into a fist and grabbed your wrist with his opposite. “Let’s go,” he finally dragged you past the door, leaving the two fellow heroes behind. 

Upon hearing Keigo fumble with his respiratory mask, Tsunagu asked, “Is this what you meant when you said you needed to check on them?” Keigo ignored his words and grabbed his phone from the table, briefly glancing at your computer which was left open.

He noted the odd program you had displayed on the screen and the strange feather-like image on it. He turned to Tsunagu, “They’ll be back later,” he typed out. “Endeavor wouldn’t distract them for long, after all, they’re obsessed with their work,” he noted before walking past the fellow hero.

“We need to make sure to lock the door, I don’t want Y/n’s possessions to get stolen,” he paused in the doorway, focusing his gaze on a black vehicle pulling away from the building in a hurry. It was safe to assume that it belonged to Endeavor.

Your hands curled in your lap when your father finally got you into the car, though it was a tad odd to see the three stumps where your fingers used to be. “Hi Y/n,” Fuyumi greeted but only received your glare in response.

It must take a lot out of her mental health to have to force herself to remain optimistic over everything she does, and part of you hated her constant positivity even when there was none to be found. You shifted your gaze to Natsuo, who, like your father, had a temper.

But he was at least honest with you and expressed his opinions without remorse. He saw the truth in everything and accepted it no matter how hard. Shoto seemed to be missing, but you presumed that his injuries would take more time to heal and further presumed that your mother was with him.

“Mm…” you turned to Enji, holding out your opposite hand and he hesitantly handed you the metal fingers. After clicking each one into place and ensuring they worked properly and that the wires were firmly reattached, you muttered, “Thanks” and looked out the window.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t annoyed that you were once again being distracted from your work. Enji frowned, staring at the back of your head, and contemplating his next words. “Stay away from Hawks,” you looked at him in disbelief.

However, your reaction was not surprising to him, and he remained with a stern expression and crossed arms. “What?” you hissed out, your eyebrows slanted, and your teeth bared as if ready to pounce on him like a hungry animal after its prey.

“Wait…” Fuyumi said, her voice full of concern. “Hawks visited you?” she frowned and pressed a hand against her chest. ‘That must be why Dad was so upset,’ like your father, she was unphased by your glare and her facial expression reflected her concern and loving nature.

She cared about this family as hellish as it was and wanted nothing more than to take care of her younger siblings, especially in the absence of your mother. Granted she decided to come back into the picture quite recently, which was yet another emotional toll you had to deal with.

Like Shoto, you kept a distance from your older siblings, and no matter how hard they tried to connect with you, there never seemed to be anything in common between you and them. You preferred to stay indoors and often refused to play with them growing up.

This, of course, was a result of your passion for support items which drove you to confine yourself to your room where you spent hours creating, fixing, or making blueprints of inventions. You paused and glared at her again, was she really asking such a dumb question?

You turned to Enji. “He’s not that bad you know. After everything he’s been through because of Touy-” a deep growl rumbled from his throat. “I know very well what happened,” he remarked, anger seeping from his words.

Guess he didn’t want to be reminded of the awful deeds his own flesh and blood committed. Natsuo sighed, pressing the tips of his fingers together. He felt hopeless that he couldn’t do anything about Touya. He glanced at you, crossing his arms before pressing his back into his seat.

“Lay off Y/n,” he demanded, now glaring at your father. “It’s not their fault that Touya ended up the way he did,” he noted, ignoring Fuyumi’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t say that Natsuo,” she urged in a quiet whisper, why she always felt like defending your father was unknown.

You sighed, glancing out the window again. “What did he want?” Natsuo asked, catching your attention. “Hm?” you responded, not fully catching his question. “What did he want?” he repeated, slightly annoyed. You knitted your eyebrows and huffed. “Nothing,” you replied nonchalantly.

Natsuo narrowed his eyes, with the way you were dragged out the door, he didn’t buy it. Before he could inquire anything further, Enji said, “So it was Hawks who initiated it then.” You stared at him silently as you pressed your lips together.

He narrowed his eyes, returning your stare. “I’ll have to have a chat with him later,” he stated, it wasn’t in his interest for Keigo to have a romantic relationship with his child. “What?” you replied before pressing your hands against the empty space between you and Enji.

“No, you won’t! Nothing happened between us, he was just…” Your words faded into the air, and your eyes shifted back and forth. “Just what?” Enji asked, daring you to complete your sentence. “W-why does it matter?” you replied, knowing you were acting like a love-sick teenager.

As you stared out the window yet again, you took notice of the clouds passing by. “Y/n,” Enji snarled possessively. You sighed. “What?” you asked, glancing at his reflection in the glass of the window. He was wearing a frown, and his eyes held a hurt expression.

“I want to protect all of you,” he stated, once again attempting to show his softer side. You heard Natsuo huff in response while Fuyumi remained quiet. You lifted your hand to brush the cool metal tips of your artificial fingers against your lips, ignoring the blue-tinted hue that reflected off the window.

You recalled the feeling of Keigo’s breath against them and the faint butterfly kiss of his mouth against yours. ‘What would have happened if Dad didn’t interrupt us?’ You weren’t sure if you wanted to know, but one thing was clear.

“You can’t protect someone else’s heart,” you replied, your voice soft but audible. That hurt expression on his face deepened, but you didn’t bother turning your head or looking at his reflection any longer. Instead, you were more concerned over the realization that maybe, just maybe you liked Keigo after all.

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Oh! My mind is a little mixed at the moment, but what is Wren's relationship with her parents now that they are revamped? 👀✨️

wren has a surprisingly good relationship with her family this time around HDJSKSJJK there are some ups and downs, but they're a close-knit family and both marisol and alejandro are supportive, protective, and loving parents.

here's a doodle of little bb wren and marisol before i start rambling

i hope y’all like my writing i rly tried my best with it i even edited it this time LMAO

wren & alejandro

the hero and fatherhood’s labyrinth

as soon as wren arrived, wrapped in soft pink blankets like a surprise gift, alejandro's heart swelled with joy and wonder. it was as if a new world of possibilities had opened up before his very eyes. he cradled her, marveling at the tiny fingers that mirrored his own. the sight of her little face looking up at his with adoration ignited a fierce determination to be a hero of legend in her eyes.

yet, the responsibilities as a public figure and a protector of his village were relentless, pulling him away to distant lands and leaving echoes of his absence at home. alejandro juggled interviews, autographs, and monster hunts, while marisol tended to their daughter’s scraped knees and told bedtime stories about the junimos. his nights were filled with whispered apologies, and longing looks into wren’s crib as she slept without hearing so much as a “goodnight” from him.

one of alejandro’s biggest turning points happened when he returned home at nightfall after a group mission had taken the day away from him. standing at the doorstep with boots caked in sand from the crimson badlands, marisol greeted him with a kiss before she quietly informed him that wren had uttered her first word that day as she gazed at the sunflowers in the morning light.

when he realized he had missed that crucial moment—the first time his daughter's small voice echoed—he felt his heart drop. the image of wren’s bright eyes seeking his haunted his thoughts. the same blade that felled monsters now carved distance between him and his family. alejandro wiped tears from his eyes as he came to the realization that he wanted nothing more than for his daughter to see him not as the hero that he portrayed himself as in interviews and professionally photographed posters, but as her father first and foremost.

that night, under the stars, alejandro made a silent vow to bridge the chasm his absences had created.

stepping up as a father

alejandro began to carve out moments, however small, to be there for wren. he would return from his travels with stories and trinkets, hoping to spark wonder in her world. he taught her to wield a sword, not just as a weapon, but as a symbol of courage and protection. he shared tales of his adventures, instilling in her the values of bravery and kindness.

he recognized that the truest form of heroism lay in the everyday acts of love and presence. he listened more, spoke less, and cherished the quiet moments they shared.

in the end, alejandro realized that being a father was the greatest adventure of all. as she grew up into an adult, wren saw him as not just the hero of the people, but her loving father.

wren & marisol

in the quiet corners of suncove farm, where the whispers of nature spoke volumes, marisol cradled her newborn daughter, wren. to marisol, was not just a child but a promise— a promise of a future where the misunderstood creatures of the world would find an ally, a caretaker, and a voice. just as they had in her.

through marisol’s eyes, wren was a beacon of hope. each giggle and curious gaze upon the blooming world around her was a testament to the potential within. marisol saw in wren the continuation of a legacy that transcended the written word and rooted itself in the very essence of life.

to baby wren, marisol was a figure of warmth and safety. her mother's voice was a lullaby that intertwined with the rustling leaves, and her touch was as gentle as the evening breeze. as wren grew, marisol became a symbol of wisdom— a guide through the enchanting, yet often misunderstood, tapestry of nature.

now an adult, wren’s understanding of her mother is like a puzzle with missing pieces. she pours over marisol’s worn-down journals and textbooks, tracing the inked lines of her mother's thoughts. she seeks to know the woman who is both a mystery and a muse. her memories are faint, but they hold the power of an unbreakable bond. wren walks the paths her mother once tread, the air heavy with unspoken stories. the journals hint at a depth of knowledge and connection that wren yearns to grasp fully.

in the quiet moments, when the sun dips below the horizon and the stars begin their nightly vigil, wren feels the closest to marisol. it’s in these moments that the whispers of the past seem to speak the loudest, promising that the mysteries of yesterday will someday illuminate the truths of tomorrow.

[kinq-sleazee]

OCTOMER Sero for Mermay :) , i love him real bad. repost.

18+ | MDNI tw! aged up Hanta Sero, hybrid au, monsterfucking, mates, tentacles. use of ‘spunk’, use of 'cirri’ to describe suction cups, cervix fucking, i dunno just some shit i need to discuss in therapy.

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Moving to a cottage in the enchanted forest was uncommon for humans—most of them stayed within the confines of the villages lest they be forced to interact with “monsters”.

Hybrids occupied the fertile valleys on the outskirts of towns, living in seclusion from the rest of humanity. Ostracized from society due to their lineage. You never shared these sentiments. Even as a young girl you’d venture off into the forest to play with hybrid children from sunup to sundown. Everyone was always so friendly and welcoming as you bounced around from cottage to cottage hanging out with your good friends. The hybrids treated you like family; made you feel like you belonged—unlike the villagers that often shunned you for being too dark or too plush. There was one boy in particular—an octomer that lived adjacent to a river that poured into a deep bayou that you played in all the time. He was your best friend. There wasn’t a day that the two of you weren’t together. Joined at the hip, and on one particular day by the lips… He placed a bracelet on your wrist, claiming that it would always keep you connected.

Your caretaker was furious when they caught you kissing the hybrid boy near the tree line and vowed to never let you step foot in the forest for as long as they lived. Bags were packed the next day and you were shipped off to some place far, far away. Not able to return until ten years later when you’d inherited some property upon the news of their demise.

Now 25 and free from the restraints of your guardian—you sold off the land in the human village and moved to purchase the cottage with a gorgeous view of the river and the bayou that held so many fond memories. The townspeople welcomed you with open arms. Pulling you into the tight knit community as if no time had passed. It was so nice to see some of your old friends and it was a welcomed surprise to see that there were a few more humans that had integrated into hybrid society. Good to know that there are likeminded people out there. But even with all the revelry and fanfare—you still didn’t see the person that you’d missed the most.

You learned later that he’d actually become a prized warrior in the hybrid army. Fending off vicious attacks from humans that would hope to exterminate his kind. He was a hero amongst his people, but your heart longed for his presence. Luckily, on a cool summer night your prayers were answered.

It was fairly dark out. The only illumination coming from the moon and stars reflecting off the still water. Your feet dangled off the pier, toes barely grazing the surface while playing with the iridescent charm on your bracelet. You’d never been the strongest swimmer, but you often found comfort in bodies of water. This was one of those nights that required solace because you’d awoken from a wonderful dream only to be met with an empty bed, a dull ache in your belly and stickiness between your thighs. You were so tired of being alone.

Was it crazy to be pining after someone that you hadn’t seen in over 10 years? Maybe, but that didn’t stop the butterflies in your belly whenever you thought of him. What would he be like? Would you still have things in common? Would he even remember you?

How could I ever forget?

A masculine voice—deep and scratchy paired with a familiar playfulness crept into your mind. It’s like you could feel the words, rather than hear them. Your eyes widened, scanning the indigo waters until you noticed movement at the mouth of the bayou. A dark void dove into the river and disappeared. You didn’t even breathe. Heart hammering in anticipation of a potential reunion with the love of your life or a psychotic break.

Heh—maybe you’re just crazy in love.

The voice joked, louder and clearer than before. Warmth traveled from the tips of your toes to your cheeks. A tingling sensation nestled in your belly, making you clench your thighs. A low growl of approval echoed against the trees, followed by faint purring. A sudden clamminess engulfs your ankles pulling your legs deeper into the water and slightly apart. The tingling bloomed into an icy chill, swirling violently just as tufts of raven hair broke the surface. The figure rose from the water—glacial breeze rising with him as he towered over your trembling form. Obsidian visionaries bore into you, tapping into the deepest recesses of your soul. It felt like you were being swallowed whole. Devoured by the man that haunted your dreams.

“h-Hanta?” You struggle to speak. The coolness nearly suffocating—threatening to let you slip into the water if not for the cephalopodan appendages gripping your ankles.

He slots himself between your parted legs and smiles.

“Mate”. The word seemingly laced with honey and silk, falls from his lips so sensually that chilling arousal implodes in your core—the evidence of your climax spilling down your thighs.

Sero didn’t even pretend to be surprised. Whispering soothing praises in your ear while he held you against his chest, carding his fingers through your hair and massaging your legs with his tentacles. Of course, his voice alone was enough to make you cum—that’s to be expected from fated pairs. Especially those that have been separated from eachother as long as the two of you have.

It was so hard for Sero. The mating band he’d gifted you was crafted with one of his scales—allowing him to see all the nights you cried yourself to sleep, all the nights you woke up in a cold sweat, all the nights that you stared at the little river near your new house wishing that he’d rescue and bring you back home. You seemed broken. Virtually locked away in a tower to protect you from “monsters” but who was really the monster in this situation? The hybrid boy who loved you—or the people that despised him because he was different?

Sero tried to soothe you. Would send you images of your childhood home. Show you his smiling reflection as he stared in the water. Singing to you in his heavily accented voice because he’d never been accustomed to speaking in the common tongue and sending whispered proclamations of love that haunted your dreams. Your bracelet amplified your connection—allowing him to speak directly to you soul, but humans don’t know much about hybrid lore and soul ties. You never even knew that you were his mate, just assumed that the pain in your chest and the emptiness in your belly was from missing him, and you would do anything to dull that pain.

There is nothing more unsettling than seeing your mate with another. Sero had to watch you entertain countless suitors—bringing them into your bed in hopes to fill the void that he left. It was nauseating to see these imposters stealing his personal treasure. Much worse was the look of discontent in your eyes because you realized that no one could ever amount to the way Sero made you feel when he came to you in your dreams. He wasn’t upset with you—it would be hypocritical because he took lovers as well, but he knew that no one would ever make him feel as complete as you could. He was just waiting for the day that you’d return to him. For the day that he’d consummate your union and formally claim you as his mate.

That day came sooner than he expected when he saw that you’d returned to his village. With the current war he hasn’t been able to watch you as frequently—just a few seconds every week or so. When he saw the familiar surroundings of his childhood home in your background, he wanted to return home immediately, but he couldn’t just abandon his men. He knew you’d understand—be good and wait for him. He expected it. That’s why he sent you the wet dream that left an agonizing ache between your legs that made you venture out into the devil’s water. The perfect prey.

Sero prides himself on being a patient man, but the way your soft body feels against his chest makes him want to slam you against the dock and pound into you. But you deserve more than that. You deserve an explanation. So, he holds you to his chest, lips pressed against your forehead with his tentacles kneading your thighs, as he explains the significance of your connection. His voice is strong and clear—it grounds you from the whiplash brought on by your orgasm and intensified by this new information. Deep purrs rumble from his chest, providing a chilling sense of calm all over your body. Strong hands card through your hair—tangling at the nape to pull you back until your eyes meet. Your breath catches and your lips part in anticipation. Sero growls in approval, slitted eyes dilating lustfully, waiting for permission to proceed.

A small nod followed by a needy whimper is all he needs before crashing his lips onto yours and pulling you into the river. Sero knows that you can’t swim—can literally feel the anxiety wash over you when the crisp water covers your abdomen but what truly astounds him is the fact that you never pull away. Even with the underlying sense of fear you cling to him, deepening the kiss as if he’s your only hope for survival. Trusting him to take care of you in whatever way he sees fit.

Sero lowers his head to your shoulder, nipping at the soft flesh on the base of your neck while a tentacle winds up your body and wraps around your throat before swiping at the seams of your lips.

“Open” he commands, and you comply, eagerly accommodating the elongated organ that’s slithering towards the back of your throat. It feels so good moving inside you. Your eyes flutter shut as you begin to suck, swallowing greedily as creamy liquid secretes from the suction cups.

Sero groans, hips stuttering against your core. His mating slit opens, revealing his fat slimy dick—midnight black and curved perfectly to lock you in place while he breeds you. He ruts against your thigh, desperate for friction but unwilling to breach your core without properly stretching you out. Even though you were extremely aroused, and his tentacle juice relaxed you further—he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

 “Mate” he drawls, lips ghosting over the bruised flesh of your neck, “Gonna prep you now. Get you ready for my cock, hmm?” You try to answer, sputtering and gagging around the tentacle lodge in your mouth. Sero groans, slowly withdrawing the sensitive muscle from your raw throat to get your response.

Your eyes are wide and brimming with tears as you nod your head in agreeance.

“Please, Han~ Need you-”,

Before you can finish your panties are ripped off and you can feel his ribbed tentacle prodding at your entrance. Breath hitching as the first cluster of cirri push through your cunt—protrusions getting caught on your walls in a tantalizing fashion. It isn’t long before you’re clawing at his back and begging for more. He obliges, adding three more and fucking into your drooling cunt so violently that literal waves crash against your bodies.

Sero is practically feral at this point. The feeling of your cunny clamping down on him while you orgasmed nearly sending him over the edge, but he’d never forgive himself if he wasted even an ounce of his glitz in this river. No—Sero needed to be in you now. Mate. Breed. Fuck. Running on repeat in his head.

“Take a deep breath for me, my love” He whispers, lips grazing your own just as the tapered head of his slimy cock slithers inside your pussy alongside his tentacles. It felt like the wind had been knocked from you. Never imagining that this level of pleasure was obtainable. You were near tears when he bottomed out, a fat cirri sprouting from his tip and latching onto the walls of your cervix. He crushed his body into yours—enveloping you in his woodsy scent, while he fucked you slow and deep.

Sero ravished your body. Marking your skin with welts from his tentacles, bruises from his hands, bitemarks from his teeth. He had claimed you. Covered in his scent and his marks. There was nothing that could ever come between you. He’d burn the world if that meant he could keep you by his side. He told you as much, but you were too fucked out to hear his confessions.

A glacial sphere of arousal nestled in your belly. You were close—he could feel it in the way you clenched around him.

“Cum for me, mate. Give it to me. Give me everything”.

You weren’t sure if it was his voice or the way his engorged cock was winding in your core while his tentacles pulsed against your walls, but you came with a screech—panting and scratching so deep that crimson lines of blood trickled down his back.

Sero toppled over with you, pumping fat eggs into your cervix, and spraying them with spunk until your tummy bulged cutely. He purred contently, running his hands over the protrusion, and praising you for taking him so well.

“I love you, (Y/N)” he whispered, but was met with soft snores. He chuckled, phasing into his human form to carry you into the cottage. He spent the night in awe gazing at your sleeping figure and thanking the gods that the two of you were finally together.

[geekygoo]

Murfy is the oldest Greenbottle in the Glade of Dreams. He serves at first as a messenger of the gods and a guide for potential heroes while also being a snarky prankster. Once Polokus loses his mind, however, he's seen being not only his right hand fly but taking on a bit of a caretaker role, too. No, peepaw, Jano's not gonna get you, let's get you to bed.

Meanwhile, Dandelion is a sweet, carefree, strange creature who was raised by the Lums. Presenting herself as a cross between cricket and Thingamajig, she's a writer who's being mentored under Murfy's wing to train heroes and take care of the Dreamer-- a literal grasshopper. Suffice to say, Murfy may be a less-than-good influence on her in some aspects.

[kimberlyannharts]

actually I would love a rant about how JJ sucks as a character

Merry early Christmas to you then, Anon!

Like I think what makes everyone clutching their pearls over the sanctity of JJ’s character and place in the canon so ridiculous is he is barely a character in the first place.  He is a plot device in SotD, a narrative goal for Tommy, as the story wasn’t about JJ developing into someone worthy of the Dragon Shield or even an SPD cadet - he's already done all of that. The story was about Tommy realizing he should retire and hand over his stuff already.  And you have a son who’s pretty good at being a ranger, so……….he should take it!  Great!  That’s it. I genuinely don't know why they didn't do some kind of Goofy Movie-esque father/son journey together, especially if you really wanted to discuss this idea of him feeling like he's in his dad's shadow. His existence in the show amounts to namedrops and one voiceover line in the Ninja Steel special, and the only bits of characterization these amount to are he’s a kid who goes to karate camp.  To me it comes off like people are attached more to JJ’s POTENTIAL as a character rather than HIMSELF as a character, in like a “well, maybe one day they’ll give him his own book/show/whatever” sort of way, which….it’s been five years since SotD.  Hasbro is gearing up to do a reboot and even then, as we’ve talked about many times, they don’t want to put focus on cop characters.  Unless some stuff is getting retconned, I am not holding my breath.      

The reason I call Minh the superior legacy character by comparison is because there actually was time and space dedicated to showing how she stands out as a person and a character beyond her being Trini’s daughter; in fact, her being Trini’s daughter is the least interesting part about her (in no small part because Trini herself was handled very badly by that special.)  What makes her interesting is her personality, her relationship with Zack, how she’s suddenly thrown into the deep end of the PR world by way of great tragedy, and her arc from a vengeful kid to a true hero (the special’s shaky writing of this arc notwithstanding.  But at least I get what they were TRYING to do here.)  JJ did not have anything CLOSE to that.  

Something else about him that’s funny but also frustrating because it’s obviously not intended by the writers, but still happens WAY too often for my liking, is how his existence is honestly a detriment to a lot of women in this franchise kjkfdj he was the catalyst for the old SPD ranking drama, as him being green meant Syd and Z had to stay as pink and yellow (and no, them throwing in some random female OC no one remembers as blue does not make up for it.)  And then….Kat……well…..I think this belongs in a discussion that covers more than just JJ, as in a way how they handled Trini in OaA is a very similar situation, but the fact of the matter is that since JJ’s inclusion in the canon Kat’s existence has boiled down to being his mother rather than a veteran ranger with her own life and work, no matter how many times the show and books TRY to be like “No look!  See!  She’s a super cool badass wife who keeps everyone in line!  She’s off doing her own things, too, we swear!”  my brother in Christ the same 30th anniversary story that tries to show off how cool and independent she is ALSO has a scene where she’s like “it’s okay honey, you take care of the Ranger missions while I stay home with JJ, it’s fine :)”  They’ve made it very clear that JJ is Tommy’s son, Tommy’s legacy, while Kat is his stay-at-home caretaker, WHICH IS FINE FOR A WOMAN TO BE, but not in this narrative, where Kat’s time as a ranger is treated as irrelevant compared to Tommy’s. (A good example is how, in SotD, only Tommy was listed as JJ's emergency contact, with no mention of Kat. I'm almost certain there was an early draft of this book where Tommy did not have a wife.)  How do we have two (2) comic stories where we have married TomKat but Kat doesn’t morph.  And not as a plot point or character bit or something (I think it actually would be very interesting if Kat not having much attachment to her time as a Ranger was actually intentional) but just in a “we don’t feel like involving Kat in her husband’s adventures” situation.  Hello????????  I know that kind of feels off-topic to why JJ sucks but trust me, it’s partly his fault.  And it’s why I’m making such a big deal over the potential mother/daughter Ranger teamup for Kim and Olivia, because the alternate mother of Tommy's alternate kid has gotten such a raw deal.     

And the SPD/Dragon Shield combo is ugly.

[redd956]

Whump Ideas: Possession/Mind Control

Picture this! A whumpee has been possessed, by what? I mean you have plenty of options, especially in the supernatural factor. Demons? Ghosts? Whumper with mind control or possession ability?

Either way there is a lot of whump protential in this here department. A whumpee or character (potentially aware) not in control of their body or actions, acting as the puppet to someone or something else.

Ideas

Possession/mind control is painful. Either painful to try to go against, painful to exit, whatever. Whumpee cannot bear it.

Whumpee being forced to hurt themselves (with Caretaker frantically trying to stop them)

Whumpee being forced to Caretaker or someone they care about

Whumper is possessed to the whumping

Possessed Whumpee destroying their friendships, berating their Caretaker, telling loved ones they never loved them, etc.

Possessed Caretaker turning on Whumpee like Whumper previous did, destroying the trust that can likely never be formed again

A Hero’s horrific realization when they figure out that Villain is possessed

A team refuses to believe Whumpee didn’t act on their own volition

Whumpee no longer trusting other supernatural entities

Possessed Whumperee breaking through it, confessing to Whumpee before losing themselves again

Whumpee begins to think that it is all their fault, and can’t be convinced otherwise

Whumpee fighting back doing far more harm than good

Whumpee being forced to work for Whumper

Stoic Whumper = Possessed terrified Whumpee (these are the same picture)

[butterfly-writer]

Hey Butterfly! Can I request a prohero deku and prohero shoto on patrol together and they come across an afraid child reader. Hurt/Comfort trope. Everything else is totally up to you, full creative freedom ♡

My heroes!!

Prohero!Deku + Prohero!Shoto x Child!Reader [PLATONIC]

Summary: Pro heroes, Deku and Todoroki patrolled the streets and came across an afraid child.

★☽A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! And you can just call me Haruka, Butterfly is just a part of my username, lolol ENJOY!!

Contents: ANGST - COMFORT - Harassment - Mentions of potential SA - Kidnapping - HURT

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“Thank you so much for accepting my offer, Todoroki!” Midoriya smiled, walking side by side with Todoroki as they patrolled the streets together. “My area’s usually peaceful so I decided to accept your offer to help patrol here. I know how busy you are these days, being number 1 and all.” Todoroki said, “I can’t believe All Might had to deal with all of this!! No wonder Mr. Aizawa didn’t like being seen on TV or anything..” Midoriya groaned.

Todoroki and Midoriya continued to chat along the whole patrol, stopping a few villains here and there. They decided to stop at a food booth to buy something to eat since they would be doing this overnight. After buying some takoyaki, they continued the patrol like before.

They were having a moment of peace until they heard screams of a little kid from an alley that was not visible to anyone from afar. They looked at each other and nodded to each other, walking slowly in a fighting stance into the alley. The sight they saw was horrible. It was a kid struggling to let go from a man’s grip, their clothes looked like they were ripped by someone. “C’mon you little brat! I’ll make you obey me by the time we reach my apartment.” The man scolded, pulling them harder into the alley. “No!! Let go! Hiroshi will come and kick your butt!!” The kid yelled, resisting the man’s grip.

“Who’s that? Your caretaker? You’re nothing but an orphan but I can make you a fucking star!” He smirked, pulling them harder. Midoriya couldn’t stand it anymore, he charged quickly towards the man and pushed him down, making the man let go of the poor kid. “What?! H-Hey man- I was just teaching my kid a lesson, nothing else!” The man pleaded but Midoriya knew what the disgusting pedophile was talking about when he mentioned “Star.” Todoroki stepped forward and took the man from Deku’s grip and used his quirk to cage the pedophile in his ice. “You won’t be getting out of this.” Todoroki said, giving off a very dark glare at the man which gave him shivers of fear. The man pathetically nodded like a coward and Shoto and Deku took their attention from the man to the kid.

Midoriya crouched to the kid’s height. The kid was crying and was shivering. “Hey, hey.. It’s alright, you’re safe.” Midoriya said, not touching the kid out of worry the kid didn’t want to be touched at the moment. The kid stayed silent, continuing to sob which made Midoriya and Todoroki feel pity for the poor kid. “Can I ask for your name?” Deku asked with a gentle voice, “...Y/N..” The child muttered softly, “Alright Y/N, do you know where you live?” The pro hero asked. Y/N shakes their head in response. “Alright, we should get you into something warmer, it’s cold today.” He stood up and looked at the kid with a smile.

Midoriya talked to Todoroki for a while and decided to bring the kid back to Todoroki’s agency and let the kid use some of the spare clothes that were donated by some sidekicks that didn’t need them anymore. After putting the kid into much warmer clothes, they tried their best to contact the child’s caretaker, Hiroshi. They managed to find the caretaker and talked to him to make sure it was the Hiroshi that Y/N talked about. After some time, they confirmed it was Hiroshi and let the caretaker go and see Y/N to better confirm it. The child was overjoyed to see their caretaker and ran up and hugged him tightly. The caretaker stood up, carrying the child in a bear hug. “Thank you.” Hiroshi thanked, the heroes said it was nothing and said their goodbyes.

Let’s just say, Y/N became a huge fan of Pro Hero Deku and Pro Hero Shoto.

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[pervysenpaix]

Crazy in Love - H. Sero

i- i literally have no words. I apologize in advance. I honestly don't feel like i'm to blame here--blame @chaichaiiskai for this sinful piece

18+ | MDNI tw! aged up, hybrid au, monsterfucking, mates, tentacles. use of 'spunk', use of 'cirri' to describe suction cups, cervix fucking, i dunno just some shit i need to discuss in therapy.

Moving to a cottage in the enchanted forest was uncommon for humans—most of them stayed within the confines of the villages lest they be forced to interact with “monsters”.

Hybrids occupied the fertile valleys on the outskirts of towns, living in seclusion from the rest of humanity. Ostracized from society due to their lineage. You never shared these sentiments. Even as a young girl you’d venture off into the forest to play with hybrid children from sunup to sundown. Everyone was always so friendly and welcoming as you bounced around from cottage to cottage hanging out with your good friends. The hybrids treated you like family; made you feel like you belonged—unlike the villagers that often shunned you for being too dark or too plush. There was one boy in particular—an octomer that lived adjacent to a river that poured into a deep bayou that you played in all the time. He was your best friend. There wasn’t a day that the two of you weren’t together. Joined at the hip, and on one particular day by the lips… He placed a bracelet on your wrist, claiming that it would always keep you connected.

Your caretaker was furious when they caught you kissing the hybrid boy near the tree line and vowed to never let you step foot in the forest for as long as they lived. Bags were packed the next day and you were shipped off to some place far, far away. Not able to return until ten years later when you’d inherited some property upon the news of their demise.

Now 25 and free from the restraints of your guardian—you sold off the land in the human village and moved to purchase the cottage with a gorgeous view of the river and the bayou that held so many fond memories. The townspeople welcomed you with open arms. Pulling you into the tight knit community as if no time had passed. It was so nice to see some of your old friends and it was a welcomed surprise to see that there were a few more humans that had integrated into hybrid society. Good to know that there are likeminded people out there. But even with all the revelry and fanfare—you still didn’t see the person that you’d missed the most.

You learned later that he’d actually become a prized warrior in the hybrid army. Fending off vicious attacks from humans that would hope to exterminate his kind. He was a hero amongst his people, but your heart longed for his presence. Luckily, on a cool summer night your prayers were answered.

It was fairly dark out. The only illumination coming from the moon and stars reflecting off the still water. Your feet dangled off the pier, toes barely grazing the surface while playing with the iridescent charm on your bracelet. You’d never been the strongest swimmer, but you often found comfort in bodies of water. This was one of those nights that required solace because you’d awoken from a wonderful dream only to be met with an empty bed, a dull ache in your belly and stickiness between your thighs. You were so tired of being alone.

Was it crazy to be pining after someone that you hadn’t seen in over 10 years? Maybe, but that didn’t stop the butterflies in your belly whenever you thought of him. What would he be like? Would you still have things in common? Would he even remember you?

How could I ever forget?

A masculine voice—deep and scratchy paired with a familiar playfulness crept into your mind. It’s like you could feel the words, rather than hear them. Your eyes widened, scanning the indigo waters until you noticed movement at the mouth of the bayou. A dark void dove into the river and disappeared. You didn’t even breathe. Heart hammering in anticipation of a potential reunion with the love of your life or a psychotic break.

Heh—maybe you’re just crazy in love.

The voice joked, louder and clearer than before. Warmth traveled from the tips of your toes to your cheeks. A tingling sensation nestled in your belly, making you clench your thighs. A low growl of approval echoed against the trees, followed by faint purring. A sudden clamminess engulfs your ankles pulling your legs deeper into the water and slightly apart. The tingling bloomed into an icy chill, swirling violently just as tufts of raven hair broke the surface. The figure rose from the water—glacial breeze rising with him as he towered over your trembling form. Obsidian visionaries bore into you, tapping into the deepest recesses of your soul. It felt like you were being swallowed whole. Devoured by the man that haunted your dreams.

“h-Hanta?” You struggle to speak. The coolness nearly suffocating—threatening to let you slip into the water if not for the cephalopodan appendages gripping your ankles.

He slots himself between your parted legs and smiles.

“Mate”. The word seemingly laced with honey and silk, falls from his lips so sensually that chilling arousal implodes in your core—the evidence of your climax spilling down your thighs.

Sero didn’t even pretend to be surprised. Whispering soothing praises in your ear while he held you against his chest, carding his fingers through your hair and massaging your legs with his tentacles. Of course, his voice alone was enough to make you cum—that’s to be expected from fated pairs. Especially those that have been separated from eachother as long as the two of you have.

It was so hard for Sero. The mating band he’d gifted you was crafted with one of his scales—allowing him to see all the nights you cried yourself to sleep, all the nights you woke up in a cold sweat, all the nights that you stared at the little river near your new house wishing that he’d rescue and bring you back home. You seemed broken. Virtually locked away in a tower to protect you from “monsters” but who was really the monster in this situation? The hybrid boy who loved you—or the people that despised him because he was different?

Sero tried to soothe you. Would send you images of your childhood home. Show you his smiling reflection as he stared in the water. Singing to you in his heavily accented voice because he’d never been accustomed to speaking in the common tongue and sending whispered proclamations of love that haunted your dreams. Your bracelet amplified your connection—allowing him to speak directly to you soul, but humans don’t know much about hybrid lore and soul ties. You never even knew that you were his mate, just assumed that the pain in your chest and the emptiness in your belly was from missing him, and you would do anything to dull that pain.

There is nothing more unsettling than seeing your mate with another. Sero had to watch you entertain countless suitors—bringing them into your bed in hopes to fill the void that he left. It was nauseating to see these imposters stealing his personal treasure. Much worse was the look of discontent in your eyes because you realized that no one could ever amount to the way Sero made you feel when he came to you in your dreams. He wasn’t upset with you—it would be hypocritical because he took lovers as well, but he knew that no one would ever make him feel as complete as you could. He was just waiting for the day that you’d return to him. For the day that he’d consummate your union and formally claim you as his mate.

That day came sooner than he expected when he saw that you’d returned to his village. With the current war he hasn’t been able to watch you as frequently—just a few seconds every week or so. When he saw the familiar surroundings of his childhood home in your background, he wanted to return home immediately, but he couldn’t just abandon his men. He knew you’d understand—be good and wait for him. He expected it. That’s why he sent you the wet dream that left an agonizing ache between your legs that made you venture out into the devil’s water. The perfect prey.

Sero prides himself on being a patient man, but the way your soft body feels against his chest makes him want to slam you against the dock and pound into you. But you deserve more than that. You deserve an explanation. So, he holds you to his chest, lips pressed against your forehead with his tentacles kneading your thighs, as he explains the significance of your connection. His voice is strong and clear—it grounds you from the whiplash brought on by your orgasm and intensified by this new information. Deep purrs rumble from his chest, providing a chilling sense of calm all over your body. Strong hands card through your hair—tangling at the nape to pull you back until your eyes meet. Your breath catches and your lips part in anticipation. Sero growls in approval, slitted eyes dilating lustfully, waiting for permission to proceed.

A small nod followed by a needy whimper is all he needs before crashing his lips onto yours and pulling you into the river. Sero knows that you can’t swim—can literally feel the anxiety wash over you when the crisp water covers your abdomen but what truly astounds him is the fact that you never pull away. Even with the underlying sense of fear you cling to him, deepening the kiss as if he’s your only hope for survival. Trusting him to take care of you in whatever way he sees fit.

Sero lowers his head to your shoulder, nipping at the soft flesh on the base of your neck while a tentacle winds up your body and wraps around your throat before swiping at the seams of your lips.

“Open” he commands, and you comply, eagerly accommodating the elongated organ that’s slithering towards the back of your throat. It feels so good moving inside you. Your eyes flutter shut as you begin to suck, swallowing greedily as creamy liquid secretes from the suction cups.

Sero groans, hips stuttering against your core. His mating slit opens, revealing his fat slimy dick—midnight black and curved perfectly to lock you in place while he breeds you. He ruts against your thigh, desperate for friction but unwilling to breach your core without properly stretching you out. Even though you were extremely aroused, and his tentacle juice relaxed you further—he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

 “Mate” he drawls, lips ghosting over the bruised flesh of your neck, “Gonna prep you now. Get you ready for my cock, hmm?” You try to answer, sputtering and gagging around the tentacle lodge in your mouth. Sero groans, slowly withdrawing the sensitive muscle from your raw throat to get your response.

Your eyes are wide and brimming with tears as you nod your head in agreeance.

“Please, Han~ Need you-”,

Before you can finish your panties are ripped off and you can feel his ribbed tentacle prodding at your entrance. Breath hitching as the first cluster of cirri push through your cunt—protrusions getting caught on your walls in a tantalizing fashion. It isn’t long before you’re clawing at his back and begging for more. He obliges, adding three more and fucking into your drooling cunt so violently that literal waves crash against your bodies.

Sero is practically feral at this point. The feeling of your cunny clamping down on him while you orgasmed nearly sending him over the edge, but he’d never forgive himself if he wasted even an ounce of his glitz in this river. No—Sero needed to be in you now. Mate. Breed. Fuck. Running on repeat in his head.

“Take a deep breath for me, my love” He whispers, lips grazing your own just as the tapered head of his slimy cock slithers inside your pussy alongside his tentacles. It felt like the wind had been knocked from you. Never imagining that this level of pleasure was obtainable. You were near tears when he bottomed out, a fat cirri sprouting from his tip and latching onto the walls of your cervix. He crushed his body into yours—enveloping you in his woodsy scent, while he fucked you slow and deep.

Sero ravished your body. Marking your skin with welts from his tentacles, bruises from his hands, bitemarks from his teeth. He had claimed you. Covered in his scent and his marks. There was nothing that could ever come between you. He’d burn the world if that meant he could keep you by his side. He told you as much, but you were too fucked out to hear his confessions.

A glacial sphere of arousal nestled in your belly. You were close—he could feel it in the way you clenched around him.

“Cum for me, mate. Give it to me. Give me everything”.

You weren’t sure if it was his voice or the way his engorged cock was winding in your core while his tentacles pulsed against your walls, but you came with a screech—panting and scratching so deep that crimson lines of blood trickled down his back.

Sero toppled over with you, pumping fat eggs into your cervix, and spraying them with spunk until your tummy bulged cutely. He purred contently, running his hands over the protrusion, and praising you for taking him so well.

“I love you, (Y/N)” he whispered, but was met with soft snores. He chuckled, phasing into his human form to carry you into the cottage. He spent the night in awe gazing at your sleeping figure and thanking the gods that the two of you were finally together.

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god i cannot wait to see mat and olver interact on screen. i love their dynamic in the books but it has the potential to hit so so much harder in the show. specifically him having had a quasi-parental relationship with his baby sisters and then being forced to abandon them, even if it was to keep them safe, plus bonding with that other little farm girl only for her to be brutally murdered simply because she was nearby to him, is going to have absolutely layered on the guilt and self loathing. we all know his self worth is through the floor and while finding out he’s a hero of the horn will have helped, i refuse to believe it will have entirely healed that wound (particularly since he then accidentally stabs rand less than 5 minutes later)

but then for him to be dropped into that same caretaker role with a little boy of a similar age to his sisters has so much potential. mat is absolutely going to want to run a mile, even more so than his usual avoidance of responsibility - he sees himself as the absolute last person a kid should be looking up to - but his fundamental decent streak and established fondness for kids will in no way let him turn his back and neither will olver himself. mat is going to have to forgive himself for leaving the girls by stepping up for this little boy and i cannot wait to see it

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Hospital stay

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Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch

Whumptember day 28: "I never should have let it come this far" | failed hero | hospital stay | begging for help

Set in the future, when Phoenix has been with Kai's team a while. After being kidnapped together and tortured for, Phoenix and Aaron have been rescued, Kai injured while doing so.

Joseph belongs to @i-eat-worlds, from their story Alex and Friends. Please go read it if you haven't yet!

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CWs: immortal whumpee, hero whump, caretaker turned whumpee, trans whumpee, mentions of superpower overuse, mentions of waterboarding and whipping, past torture, medical setting, coma, low self-esteem, self-degradation, wish to have committed self sacrifice, something that could potentially come across as a death wish but isn't, past self sacrifice, emeto, past temporary character death, past whump reveal (I guess? Idk how to label it)

Phoenix blinks back tears as they watch Aaron, still and silent in the medbay bed in front of them. He's lying on his stomach, trailing with monitors and IVs and all manner of medical equipment, swathed in bandages. They should've done better. They should be there instead of Aaron, but their stupid healing factor, their immortality that's been so useful in the past, means that he was the one who almost died.

It's not fair. He could've escaped if it wasn't for them. But they're stupid and they failed, and now people are worried about them, too.

"They're definitely out of the coma?" whispers Phoenix to the nurse currently taking Aaron's vitals.

"Yes. Just asleep now. They're safe, everyone is."

"It's my fault."

"No. No, it's not, kiddo."

"It *is*. They used me to control him, he could've, um, escaped. And to check they were right. If I'd died quicker then he would've been less hurt, I should've, um, I should've–"

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare talk about yourself like that."

Phoenix blinks, then bursts into tears. The nurse is so fierce.

"Why do you care? Aaron's yours, I got him hurt, you should–"

A hand falls onto their shoulder. "Do you think that after what we've seen of you over the past few years, how much you've helped, how much you've hurt, do you honestly think that we wouldn't care for you too?"

Phoenix cries. They watch Aaron's too-still body and they cry. Everyone else shouldn't care. But as they watch the nurse tend to Aaron, they can't bring themself to point it out again.

"You're sure they'll, um, they'll be okay?"

"Yes. He's recovering nicely. They should be awake in about six to twelve hours."

They're still too bandaged, too still, too too too, too little Aaron in there. Phoenix tries to comfort themself with the thought that he'll be awake soon, but it doesn't help much. What if he doesn't want to see them again? It's all their fault. They're a failure of a hero, a useless, stupid–

"Hey. Whatever you're thinking, that's enough. Joseph's sent you another cat meme if you want a distraction. Are you in pain?"

The answer is yes, everywhere still aches and hurts whenever they shift (and when they don't), but they can't say that. They know why the nurse is asking. But they're a waste of resources and they deserve this anyway.

"No, sir."

"Are you saying no because you really aren't in pain or because you don't want painkillers? I have standing orders from Aaron to remind you that, although you can of course refuse medication, it's perfectly fine to take painkillers or anything else and it's not a waste of resources."

"I'm, um, I'm okay without, sir," murmurs Phoenix, unsure whether they want the nurse to call them out on it or not. She sighs knowingly.

"Alright. Let me know if you need any. Do you want to see Joseph's cat meme?"

Phoenix nods. "Please. And, um, can I move over to Kai's bed? It's, um, it's his turn."

"Of course."

The nurse fetches Phoenix's phone and wheels them over to Kai's bed, then adjusts their saline IV.

"We'll start you off trying to drink again soon. No water for a while yet though."

Phoenix nods, feeling a burning shame. There's no physical reason they can't drink, they're fine. But mentally...

Mentally, they've spent too long without Kai or Aaron reassuring them on anything, and they didn't realise just how much they relied on that. They're useless on their own.

They clutch Mr Frosty to their chest, smiling weakly at Joseph's new message and making sure to reply. They barely see it, but they know now that he'll worry if they don't answer for too long.

It's their daily cat photo. They don't know what they ever did to deserve Joseph.

They slide their phone onto their lap and sink their chin down onto Mr Frosty's head, observing Kai. He's unconscious too, but a lot of that's because he overused his powers. The medics weren't worried about his unconsciousness so much as the stab wound.

Kai looks peaceful. Phoenix isn't sure if that's true.

They look between their two best friends and guilt wells up inside them. Guilt, and grief for something unknown, bubbling over like an old stone well, overflowing and unstoppable. They've both been hurt, everyone's been hurt, because of them.

"I wish I'd been tortured instead of Aaron," murmurs Phoenix, stroking Mr Frosty's fur. "He didn't deserve it. But it's partly so I wouldn't have to watch, so maybe that makes me selfish. What do you think, Mr Frosty?"

"Mr Frosty thinks you shouldn't be so hard on yourself," croaks a voice from the closest bed, and Phoenix looks up, heart in their throat, to see Kai squinting at them.

"Kai! You're awake! Oh." They press a small red button on the side of Kai's bed. "The nurse said to call if you woke."

"How long have I been out?" he asks weakly, as Phoenix helps him with a sippy cup of water.

"A few days? Not entirely sure," they reply quietly. "I was unconscious too for some of it."

Kai tries to sit up, a concerned look on his face, but he can't manage it. "Are you okay? I thought you'd be healing faster, what's wrong?"

"Dehydration, mostly. I'm fine." Kai's gaze flickers pointedly to the IV line in their arm and back, and they sigh. Can't Kai ever miss anything? "I'm... struggling to drink, after... well. It's simpler this way." Phoenix hesitates, and then reaches out a hand hopefully, laying it on top of Kai's uninjured one. Kai turns his own over and squeezes it gently.

Kai's hand is rough, and warm, and large, and it fills Phoenix with relief, to be able to hold it again.

"Where's Aaron? How are they holding up? I don't remember that well but I'm pretty sure they were in bad shape."

Phoenix's eyes dart to the next bed, and Kai struggles in another fruitless attempt to sit up.

"He... he, um, he took the last whipping for me. After everything else he took it, I don't know why, I'm, um, I'm immortal, I'd have been fine, but he– anyway, they're, um, they're out of the induced coma now. Asleep. They're healing. I've, um, been switching between you."

Phoenix is dreading the point where they have to find out exactly how bad things are, how much Aaron hates them now, but they know they deserve it.

"Okay. Phoenix? Firstly, being whipped and waterboarded counts as torture, yes, to you too. Stop being mean to yourself."

Phoenix frowns. "How do you, um, know about the waterboarding?"

Kai squeezes their hand. "They sent videos. To anyone who might care that they had you both. Our team, Joseph, Electrocus, Aisling and Gemma... and Aaron's parents and Alicia. Nobody's told you, huh?"

Phoenix shakes their head, but everything's muted, like they're underwater. They're drowning and they have no idea how to come up for air.

They understand why no-one would tell them. Everyone knowing... that's far too much for their mind to hold.

They gasp, trying to grasp onto something, anything, looking for a lifeline their mind can hold. Everyone knowing...

And they don't even know how much.

"My... my parents?"

"No idea. We haven't contacted them, they haven't contacted us. If they know they're not saying. But no-one can share either of your identities further."

Phoenix takes a deep breath, trying to steady themself. This means Aaron doesn't know either.

Of course he doesn't. Of course he wouldn't. He hasn't woken since the rescue.

"Stop, um, stop trying to reassure me when you were stabbed."

"Then stop claiming you weren't tortured."

"Wasn't bad torture."

They were experiments anyway. That doesn't count as torture.

There's footsteps from behind Phoenix and they cower down, throwing their arm above their head even though it'll do no good. He's going to hurt them, he's going to stretch their limits and kill them and hurt Aaron and–

"Easy. It's just me, I'm here to check on Kai, breathe."

Phoenix does so obediently, blood rushing past their ears still but seeing the medbay as if from miles away, someone in a white coat entering their field of vision.

"Hello Kai," the voice says warmly. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Tell Phoenix there's no such thing as "not bad" torture."

"There isn't. But Kai, I asked about *you*."

"Thirsty, tired, sore. Not dying." He coughs. "What happened?"

"Let me check your vitals and monitors." There's a pause. Phoenix puts their head between their knees, trying to remember how to breathe. "You remember the rescue? Well, you got Phoenix and Aaron, but you had a dagger thrown in your back on your way out. You're damned lucky you were in wolf form. The healers patched you up, but you had a way to go on your own."

"And the others?"

"Lian's been in and out of sleep, Morfydd's in a sensory deprivation chamber, and Santhiya's recovering in a power-blocking room. You all overused your powers drastically, but you'll be okay."

The floor is mostly white with splatters of colour, swirling swirling splatter, and Phoenix throws up on the medbay floor.