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Fic Title: Mind Body and Soul

Pairing: Mage!Shinsou x reader

I wrote for Shinsou again! Link to AO3 here

Summary: Once upon a time there was you: a nobody, a refugee from a country devastated by Dabi’s undead army, serving as a maid in king Todoroki’s castle. There, fate decided you would cross path with the mysterious and dreaded court mage Hitoshi Shinsou. Little did you know that particular encounter would change your life forever.

Rating: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy - Romance - teacher student relationship if you squint but no age gap - AFAB reader - ritual with mildly dubious consent - Strangers to Lovers

Chapter 1 : The Apprentice (under the cut!)

You cursed under your breath as you dragged your heavy bucket of water and mop through the seemingly never-ending stairs of the castle’s highest tower. Though you weren’t the youngest, as the most freshly arrived servant of the Todoroki royal palace, you were left with the most ungrateful chores. One of them being the weekly cleaning of the court mage’s quarters. For all their posh attitude, some of the nobles were positively disgusting, and cleaning their rooms made you nauseous. But Mage Shinsou’s quarters were different. They weren’t as dirty as they were messy. Piles of books and parchments littered every furniture, making it impossible to dust the space. And given you were forbidden to touch anything, your cleaning could be reduced to mopping the floor.

But to do so, you had to climb those damn stairs. Hence why the other servants always let you clean that particular corner of the castle. As well as being lazy, your colleagues were also quite afraid of the court mage. Rumour had it that mage Shinsou devoted himself to terrible experiments, hidden in the secrecy of his private laboratory. You once overheard some recruits say the clumsiest young maids and soldiers were sent to him, never to be seen again. His old master, who betrayed the king and cursed his wife long ago turned out to be an evil necromancer, who delved into the darkest kind of forbidden magic. Why the king then kept his apprentice as his new court mage was a mystery. But one thing was sure: Shinsou was as dangerous as he was recluse. He kept to himself and his researches, only ever appearing during official events where his presence was absolutely required. The rest of his time he spent locked up in his tower, working on shady projects.

You considered yourself lucky that you never crossed path with him. He probably avoided the cleaning staff, and it was perfectly fine by you.

Once you finally arrived at the top of the stairs, you took a minute to catch your breath. The door to Shinsou’s office was opened, as usual, and you entered without knocking. As always, he wasn’t there.

You were allowed to clean his office, and only his office. The three attached rooms were private, and no staff member was permitted to enter them. You sighed as you spotted a few spiderwebs hanging from the numerous shelves and bookcases filling the room’s walls. Ignoring the dusty books and spilled inkwells, you started energetically mopping the floor. The sooner you were done, the better.

You didn’t like the heavy atmosphere of Shinsou’s quarters. The room felt stuffy from not enough ventilation, and the whole place inexplicably gave you the chills. It felt haunted; like you could feel traces of the atrocities that took place there, from his or his former master’s doing. Whenever inside this particular room, you felt observed, followed. This feeling of insecurity often settled deep into your gut; whenever you found yourself some place that was unfamiliar, but here, it was particularly strong, more intense than anywhere else. You were always eager to leave.

A cracking sound coming from the large oak door at the back of the room made you jump. You quickly turn around only to find said door shut, like always. You eyed the complex drawings of runes and magical symbols carved into the dark wood of the door. Some days, you swore you saw them glow. Other days, you thought you heard them sing. A mere product of your imagination of course; none of it was real. You just listened a little bit too much to the rumours about this place.

Once you were done scrubbing the floor, you squeezed your mop dry and picked your bucket, hurried to leave. As you made your way to the opened door, you caught a shimmer coming from the mage’s desk. There was a noise too, like a whisper, barely audible. A shiver ran down your spine, like a warning, but curiosity had you turn your head towards the desk. There, you saw that the mage’s usually clear crystal ball had filled with a thin string of light blue smoke. The smoke twirled, spiralled and coiled as it got bigger and bigger, progressively filling the whole crystal sphere. You were mesmerized by the movement of it, unable to look away from the beauty of the turquoise sparks that sometimes shone through the growing cloud inside it. You didn’t hear your bucket drop to your feet, for its noise was covered by the melody singing in your ears. Words whispered in a language unknown to you filled your head, the voice uttering them becoming louder and louder. You couldn’t understand it, but you could feel its intent, its power. You took a step closer, then another one. The smoke now an intense blue seemed agitated, like it was trying to push against the crystal walls of its spheric prison. Its movement became harsher the closer you came, the noise in your ears turning into an acute ringing. Despite the warning signs, despite the strong wind that started to blow in your hair, you continued to step forward, hypnotised by the sphere and its content; lulled by its appealing call. Your hand rose up without your consent, and once the very tip of your index finger made contact with the crystal ball, it shattered, falling apart into millions of tiny glass shards.

The sharp pain in your finger made you come back to yourself. In front of you, the blue smoke continued to expand until it grew twice your size. Still twirling, it started forming a vaguely human shape, and soon, you were faced with a giant creature, seemingly human of face and torso, but with a string of smoke where its legs should be. The creature smiled at you, revealing sharp white fangs that matched its long claw like fingers.

“Thank you for freeing me mage” The creature’s cavernous voice iced your blood. You watched it bow, paralysed by fear. “How can I serve you?”

“I-I am no mage” You stammered defensively, voice high pitched and squeaky, hoping the creature would forget about you.

Hearing your answer, the creature eyed you more intently, from head to toe. Slit golden pupils in a see of black pierced through you, like they could read into your very soul and your injured hand came closer to your chest as if it could protect you. The creature’s grin widened, unnatural and ghastly.

“Foolish little one, you should have known better than to free a Djinn without being warded”

You gasped for air, panic seizing you when you felt something block your airway. It was like an invisible hand was strangling you. You tried to fight against the strength binding you, your hands coming to your neck only to helplessly claw at thin air.

“Your young unmarred soul looks delicious little one” The djinn chuckled, its hold on you getting stronger by the minute.

Your feet were forcefully lifted from the ground and the creature’s face came closer to yours while your strength started to abandon you. Tears ran down your face, blurring your vision and dark spots filled the corner of your eyes as you started to lack oxygen. You were about to die. You were about to die eaten by an evil spirit.

The Djinn laughed darkly, visibly amused by your suffering “As much as I like to eat slowly, for you I will try to be quick and painless. Consider it a reward for freeing me” He mocked, then opened its gory mouth.

You were unable to scream and only felt an extreme coldness overwhelm you as you closed your eyes and drew your final breath.

“YOU WILL UNHAND HER”

The booming voice echoing from everywhere around you made your eyes snap open. The hold on you was released and the next moment your body was projected to the nearby wall and you landed against the stone in a thud. The impact made you gasp and despite the burning pain in your lower back, you took a few greedy gulps of fresh air. You massaged your neck while trying to orientate yourself, your eyes darting everywhere to find your saviour.

In the middle of the room, facing the Djinn, was a tall lean man in violet robes. He was standing firmly, almost proudly before the creature, his lavender hair dishevelled, like he just got out of bed.

“Ah… a properly warded one” You heard the Djinn click its tongue before it addressed the man in front of him. “Mage, you I cannot touch, but this unguarded one I can lay claim on by the laws of the Otherworld”

“You will do no such thing” The mage severely replied, his purple gaze intense, his voice bearing a supernatural echo. “for she is of my kind, and is as such under my protection”

Although a lot smaller than the Djinn, he looked intimidating, and the creature frowned just as you did upon hearing his words.

The spirit turned to you, angry “I see no claim on her!” It growled, baring its deadly teeth. But the mage didn’t falter.

“She vowed to be bound to me before sunset on this precise day” He declared before he turned to you, addressing you slightly more softly. “Did you not?”

It took you a second to understand he awaited an answer from you, and impatiently, he repeated himself, albeit more coldly, his voice regaining its deep echo. “Did you not?”

His words felt like an electroshock that rang and stung deep inside you. “I did” You uttered, feeling breathless from the intensity of it.

Seemingly satisfied, the mage turned back to the Djinn “So it is decided, before the old spirits and the new”

The creature let out an enraged shriek that almost made you faint. You slammed your hands against your ears, while the mage stood unbothered before the wrath of the spirit.

“Shall that vow be broken, I would come back for the both of you” The creature warned menacingly, its head mere inches from the mage’s impassive face. Smoke started coming out of the Djinn’s opened maw, filling the room with a foul odour that burned your eyes and your throat.

“As you should. Now be gone son of Marid.” The mage ordered, unaffected by the heavy smoke he was breathing.

You blinked, and the blue creature of nightmares was gone.

The mage, that you knew to be Shinsou, turned to you, his amethyst eyes cold as stone. From where you knelt before him, you discovered his features more precisely than before. His face was pale, almost sickly so, betraying how little time he spent outside in the sun. Under his eyes, there were dark circles, proof that he spent more time engrossed in his research than sleeping. Yet, despite his ill-looking complexion, you found him to be a rather handsome man, with refined traits, and soft looking hair; far from the monster the rumours made you imagine.

You opened your mouth, about to apologize for touching his crystal ball and thank him for saving you. But before you could speak, he started yelling at you.

“Idiot girl. I thought you servants knew better than to touch any of my belongings!”

You shut your mouth, feeling your cheeks heat up under his scolding. His reprimanding tone set a boiling anger ablaze inside you. You were so scared back there facing that monstrous creature; he didn’t need to yell at you to make you regret what you did.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t let dangerous artefacts lying around where anyone can fall prey to them!” You replied harshly.

A look of surprise crossed the mage’s features, but his own anger didn’t recede. “It is not my fault if clumsy servants can’t help but drop-”

“I didn’t drop it! I barely touched it and it exploded!” You retorted, offended.

“What?” This time the mage looked even more surprised. He frowned, glaring at you. “Don’t lie to me little one, or I will let that Djinn feed on you”

You gasped, outraged. How dare he threaten you after what you just went through?

“I’m telling the truth.” You insisted, jaw clenched in anger. “I didn’t drop it”

Shinsou’s eyes narrowed and he asked more calmly, slowly, but without any warmth to his tone. “Alright. I will ask one last time” His amethyst gaze dove deep into yours, and just like before with the turquoise smoke, you couldn’t look away. “Did you drop it?”

His voice echoed inside your head and your tongue suddenly felt loose. You immediately replied “I didn’t drop it” the words neutral in tone, like they were escaping you.

Shinsou looked away, and you fell to your knees. You didn’t realize it but you had tilted your bust towards him while he spoke.

“Then you are gifted… but it would mean you escaped the trials ...” You heard him mutter, looking out of the room’s single window, his long fingers pensively caressing his chin. Something caught his eye outside, and suddenly, he stopped his introspection and started pacing around the room, gathering different supplies from the overflowing shelves.

“The sun will soon set. We must proceed with the ritual” He told you. “Get up”

Your achy joints and muscles protested as you tried your best to stand up. He repeated himself, hurrying you to stand, and suddenly your body obeyed. One second you bolted upright but the next you felt the need to support yourself on the nearby stonewall. Still, you managed to get on your two feet, your legs still wobbly. “I thought what you said earlier was a trick to make the spirit leave” You weakly remarked.

“Of course it was a trick to save your life” Shinsou replied, rolling his eyes and sighing like he was dealing with a particularly stupid person. “But we must proceed with the bonding ritual, just as we vowed to. Words are binding, it is one of the first laws of magic” He explained as he started drawing on the floor with a small white chalk bar. “Unlike humans, spirits of the Otherworld cannot be lied to. When you promise something to them, it is your soul you put at stakes”

You watched him draw, amazed at how easily he traced a perfect circle. Once he was done, he stood in the middle of the runes, an old dusty book held in one hand, and a knife with an ornamented gold handle in the other.

“Now come stand with me in the circle. This won’t take long but we must hurry” He urged you, motioning you to come closer with the hand that held the knife.

The whole idea wasn’t too reassuring, and you hesitated. You didn’t know this man, didn’t know anything about magic and what it could do. Sure he saved you, but that didn’t mean you could trust him. For all you knew he could be taking advantage of the situation to use you for one of his experiments.

Seeing your hesitation, Shinsou insisted. “I know this is very sudden and I wish I could explain more” His features softened, and then you realized he was probably much younger than you first imagined. “Ultimately it is your choice. But it either comes to this” He tilted his head towards the circle. “Or suffering an extremely painful death having your soul eaten by that Djinn”

His voice was shaking with haste, and another emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. He said you had a choice, but your felt like you didn’t. The answer was clear, if you wanted to live, you had to trust him.

You stepped into the magic circle, and Shinsou immediately took your left hand. Inspecting it, his eyes stopped on the blood still dripping from your fingertip, where you touched the crystal ball and cut yourself.

He balanced his opened book inside his elbow, and used the knife to inflict the same type of cut upon his own finger. He then put the knife away.

The sight of blood made you flinch; from your basic knowledge of magic, spells bound in blood were associated to darker types of magic, often forbidden ones. Shinsou caught your wrist again, keeping you inside the circle as its contours started to glow white.

“I know this is scary, but now that it is started, the ritual cannot be stopped” He gave you a warning glare before he turned back to his book and started reading from it.

“Blood of my Blood, Bone of my Bone, I give you my Body; that we Two might be One. I give you my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done. I give you my Soul; so Forever we’ll Always find Each-other. You are now mine as I am yours. Together we shall walk, on this world, and the Other”

The words of the incantation felt weird to your ear. Graver than a promise to protect should sound. Magic was all about grandiloquence it seemed, and soon, a strong wind blew through yours and Shinsou’s hair, whistling so loudly you could barely hear the rest of the incantation. Shinsou looked up from his book and brought your hand closer to his. He pressed his wounded finger to yours, mixing your blood with his. The gesture made you wince in pain and in disgust.

“And so in blood the deal is sealed” He declared, that weird echo returning to his voice. Once the last word was spoken, the wind stopped as quickly as it came, and the circle lost its silver glowing hue.

The room was darker than before the ritual, and you realized that outside, the sun had set.

“You are safe now” Shinsou told you blankly as he stepped out of the circle, breaking it with the tip of his boot. His expression was neutral, unreadable, but he looked even more fatigued than before.

“Well, thank you I suppose” You started, slowly backing away to the door. That was enough emotion and magic for one night, and you desperately wanted to put your sore body to rest. “I shall be going then. I wish you to have a good night” You awkwardly added, turning on your heels to leave while the mage was busy.

He put his supplies away and then silently shoved a white embroidered handkerchief in your hand, for your bleeding finger.

You pressed the fabric to your wound while curiously watching the mage roam around the room, visibly looking for something.

“You won’t be going anywhere” Shinsou’s strict voice stopped you dead in your tracks. You desperately wanted to leave, but his words demanded a reaction from you.

When you looked back over your shoulder, you saw a strange ray of light coming from your back and travelling in a straight line to an object that Shinsou had found in the mess he called his office. Or maybe it was the other way around, given the orb Shinsou was holding out shone bright of that same purple hue that lit up your back as if someone put a target right in the middle of it.

The corner of Shinsou’s mouth lifted up in a smirk that meant nothing good.

“Fellow mage. As of this day, I declare you my apprentice”

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

A/N: fellas, finals season is upon us, so worst comes to worst, an update might not happen next weekend or the next. just know i havent forgotten this story, college will just be actively trying to murder me n i will be fighting for my life out there

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"So, what happened to Izuku once he got captured?" asked the little girl, swinging her feet. As ever, she seemed more interested in the action bits than anything else, and she looked up at her mother with wide, eager eyes, ready to devour more of the story.

"Terrible things," replied her mother, staring out in the direction of the ocean, watching as the waves crashed against the rocky shore. "Even the worst of luck does not account for what transpired during his captivity— only human cruelty could be responsible for such depravity."

"What's depravity?"

The mother looked down at her child, her eyes sad.

"It's—"

She paused, thinking.

"Depravity is evil," she said. "It's like the bullies in the schoolyard who grow up and haven't learned how to treat other people. Think of a kind of creature that takes what they want by force, and never gives a moment's thought to another being beyond what they can use them for— that, child, is depravity."

The girl chewed on the inside of her cheek, thinking.

"Like pirates?"

The mother shook her head.

"No," she murmured. "Like slavers. There is no greater depravity than to believe that one can possess another human soul— and, unfortunately, Izuku Midoriya learned that the hard way… "

***

Izuku would never forget the moment he woke to find himself bound hand and foot, thrown into the hold of a ship like so much cargo. The experience was a singular one, unlike anything else he had known before.

It was a turning point, a new beginning in his life— and not an entirely welcome one.

When Izuku regained consciousness, he was deep in the bowels of the enemy ship. Down there, in the baleful heat, it was dark as pitch and stank like hell. The pungent aroma of piss, sweat, and sick enveloped Izuku to the point of choking him; his head ached, and his neck and back protested against the hard, wooden floor on which he lay. Still, he wriggled and thrashed until he could feel something hit his boot, and he whispered,

"Kacchan. Kacchan! Are you there?"

Izuku swung his foot a bit too wide, and someone grunted.

"Deku? Is that your shitty foot that just kicked me?"

"Oh thank the gods," Izuku breathed, letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "I thought— I thought—"

"Thinking is a waste of your fuckin' time, you moron," Bakugou shot back, and Izuku could hear him wriggling closer. "Come see if you can untie this rope.

A moment later, as Izuku and Bakugou were trying to regain their bearings, another voice whispered,

"Midoriya? Bakugou?"

It was Todoroki.

"We're here, Half-and-Half," said Bakugou.

There was a thud, and then:

"Ow!"

The newest voice, Izuku thought, belonged to the barber surgeon from earlier— Iida.

"I see you lads are new here."

This voice Izuku did not recognize. However, it was a distinctly feminine one, and he wondered how a woman had found herself in a place like this.

"You," said Todoroki, "where are we?"

"Aboard the bonny Sea Bitch," came the sardonic reply. "Gildur's pride and joy. They tossed you lot in here like a stinking sack of potatoes some time ago— I was starting to think you were dead."

"Shut up," Bakugou growled as he finally managed to press his back against Izuku's positioning himself so that the rope that bound his hands was pressing against Izuku's. "We're trying to get out of here."

There was a pause, then the voice said,

"You know, I liked you better when you were dead."

Izuku couldn't help himself. He gave a hysterical little laugh at that, and he heard it echoed by Todoroki a few feet away. Soon, they were both stifling their hysterics until Bakugou slammed his head backwards with such force that it knocked painfully against Izuku's, effectively sobering him.

"Work faster, you idiot," he growled. "If you don't shut the fuck up, they'll hear you!"

"It's useless, you know," said the feminine voice, once more rising to contradict Bakugou. "Even if you all get free before a patrol comes by— which you won't— you've no weapons, no armor. You'll never fight your way off of this ship."

"Still, we must try." There was some more shuffling, and Izuku imagined that Iida was trying to sit up. "Better to have fought and lost than not to have fought at all."

"Men— always willing to die for some cause or other," the voice spat. "How about putting your peckers away for a fucking minute and listening to what I have to say?"

All was silent for a heartbeat or two, and then Izuku spoke.

"Go on, then," he said. "What do you have to say?"

"They killed the last blokes what tried to escape. If you want to survive, make yourselves useful to them in some way— are any among you tradesmen?"

"I'm a medic," said Iida. "My Lord Todoroki is a nobleman, son of Lord Enji Todoroki, and an officer in the Florin navy, with education in the fields of—"

"You'll live," said the voice. "Your friend, Lord Cunt? Not so much."

Bakugou snorted at that, but Izuku elbowed him. They were all in the same boat now, both physically and metaphorically.

"Lord Cunt speaking," said the nobleman in question, "Do you know whose command this vessel is under?"

"I'm not sure of his government name, mate, but he calls himself Stain."

The name was unfamiliar to Izuku, but Todoroki grunted.

"It's well that it was him and not another that caught us," he said softly. "Stain is a man of ideals. If he can't trade or ransom us in some way to further the cause, then he'll kill us outright and be done with it. That's more than can be said for our other adversaries."

Izuku didn't know a thing in the world about Florin's politics, much less that of her enemies— why would he, being just the hired help?— but he trusted Todoroki to know what he was talking about.

"So how do we play this?" Izuku asked. "What information do we have to work with?"

"This is no game," said Todoroki harshly, "and we are not players. We are at this man's mercy, and we'll do what he asks of us insomuch as we can, short of betraying the crown."

Izuku swallowed.

"Fuck that," Bakugou swore. "There's got to be another way."

In the end, though, Todoroki was right. There was nothing they could do. Not when the guards came to check on them, throwing them a pail of water to lap from like dogs, and not days later, when they were brought out to stand before the captain, Stain— a tall, lanky man with wiry dark hair and a sharp jaw, prone to frowning.

"Shoto Todoroki," said Stain, coming to stand toe-to-toe with the young officer. "I see you're in command of a fine bunch of men. All hearty, hale, and good fighters too."

Todoroki said nothing, instead staring at the captain as if he hadn't spoken at all.

"Well, brat?" Stain insisted, his nose almost touching Todoroki's. "What do you have to say?"

Todoroki sniffed, somehow still disdainful despite being filthy and covered in the rank smell of piss.

"I have nothing to say to a man who will not address me by my proper rank— but these men are scum and worse besides. Proper company for your crew, I'd say."

Beside Izuku, Bakugou bristled— but Izuku stepped roughly on his foot. His instincts said that Todoroki was up to something, and something told Izuku that an outburst from Bakugou would be to their collective detriment.

"Hm. They seem fine enough to me. Does serving their motherland not suit them well enough?"

"The ungrateful cunts were money-hungry," Todoroki replied, his tone full of self-righteous spite. "Never enough food, never enough wine, never enough gold. They'd often complain and speculate that the grass was greener where you and your ilk grazed."

Stain huffed a laugh.

"So it is, boy, so it is. Me and my ilk quite like where we're standing." Stain backed away then, pacing down the line of them standing there. He stopped directly in front of Bakugou, looking him up and down like one might a strange statue with graven wonders. "As for you and yours, well, I'd love nothing better than to hold you for ransom and keel-haul the rest."

Izuku stiffened. He wasn't exactly sure what keel-hauling was, but it sounded like something he certainly didn't want to be a part of.

Todoroki raised a noble brow, stoic as ever.

"But?"

"But my compatriots are in need of more men to work in the galleys, so I'll be passing off the lot of you to the chain and the oar," said Stain, grabbing Bakugou by the wrist, curling his arm upward so that his bicep flexed, feeling the muscle there. "I mean only to ascertain the health and well-being of the lot of you before I make a gift of you to Kai Chisaki."

At that, Bakugou spat and hissed, yanking his arm away from Stain. Stain, however, took the motion in stride and cold-cocked him then and there. Bakugou— a large, sturdy man, even at their admittedly young age— was staggered, and Stain shook the pain from his hand.

"Oh, he will have fun breaking you," Stain said with a sickening grin.

"Eat shit," said Bakugou, and this time, he earned himself another punch and a pistol shoved beneath his jaw.

"One more word, foul or otherwise, and I'll paint the deck with your brains. As big and burly as you are, if you can't behave, you're better off dining with Davy Jones."

The captain spoke the words casually, but his meaning couldn't be more clear. Wisely, Bakugou kept his mouth shut, and Izuku breathed a quiet sigh of relief as Stain moved on.

One by one, he inspected the four of them, checking the muscles of their biceps, the calluses on their hands, even the color of their tongues and number of their teeth. Izuku numbly allowed the intrusive touches, thinking only of survival, thinking only of (Y/N) and the promise he made to her.

I will come back. I swear I will come back to you.

He missed her so much that it was a physical ache.

"You're lucky," said Stain, stepping back. "Those gashes on your face don't seem to be infected yet. I'll have my barber surgeon take a look.”

“If I may,” said Iida, stepping forward, “I’m a medic myself. Given the proper tools, I could—”

Stain grabbed Iida by the cheeks, mashing his face together with a single, giant hand.

“If you think I’d let you anywhere near a surgery, you must think I’m a fool. You won’t get your hands anywhere near a needle, scalpel, or chemicals. You’re no doctor now, boy. You’re a meat suit for propelling a ship— nothing more.”

Stain signaled for the guards to take the rest of them away, leaving Izuku alone with him.

“Walk with me,” he said, and Izuku followed.

Together, they made their way belowdecks. Izuku felt nervous, a bit seasick as he struggled with making it down the stairs with his arms tied behind him, hindering his balance— but then Stain began speaking to him, and he felt sick for a different reason.

“What is your name, boy?”

Izuku swallowed thickly.

“Izuku Midoriya, sir,” he said, then kicked himself for honoring this bastard with a sir.

Stain grunted.

“So you’re a no-name kid with a farmer’s tan and a look on your face that says you're about to piss yourself, and yet you cut down two of my men the other day like a hot knife through butter, before someone stopped you. I saw you do it, or I wouldn’t believe it myself.” Stain opened a door, waiting for Izuku to step inside. “The way I see it, that doesn’t make much sense. So tell me, plowboy— how did you end up here?”

Izuku allowed himself to be distracted by the barber surgeon, who directed him to take a seat on a long, red wooden table that once might have been brown before he answered. He was grateful for the time to think, but in the end, it was as Bakugou had predicted— thinking, it seemed, was a waste of his time. He was a man of action; lies did not become him. Instead, Izuku was better suited to honesty, so he said all he knew to be true.

“I’m in love with a woman,” he said, “but I had no money, no titles, and no land. I set out to make enough money to buy or earn those things which I lacked. That’s all.”

Stain laughed at him— a deep, belly-laugh that shamed Izuku, brought heat to his cheeks.

“It’s always a woman, isn’t it? Nothing better to destroy a man.”

The barber surgeon stepped in front of Izuku, obscuring his view of the captain as he dabbed the wounds on Izuku’s face with iodine, readying it to be sewed. Even so, Izuku was hardly finished with the conversation, and he boldly said,

“I love her. I swore I’d come back to her, and that’s a promise I intend to keep.”

The needle pierced Izuku’s flesh, but he resisted the pain readily enough, even as Stain laughed again.

“You won’t leave Kai Chisaki’s galley alive,” he said, “and even if you do, you’ll come home to find your love in bed with the man she told you not to worry about. Take my advice: if you ever get free, make something of yourself, but not for some wench. Seize life by the throat, and take what you want from that thieving bitch while you can.”

Izuku opened his mouth to say that perhaps Stain’s experience of “finding your love in bed with the man she told you not to worry about” was not because all women were fickle, but perhaps because Stain himself was such an ugly, mean sonofabitch, but the barber surgeon told him to hold still and stop talking. It was just as well; Izuku had the feeling that Stain wouldn’t have liked what he had to say very much anyway.

“This is going to scar,” said the medic. “If you had come to me earlier, or if you had pressed the edges of the wound together, it might have saved your looks, but as it is, there’s nothing I can do.”

Stain laughed again. Izuku was starting to hate that sound.

“Do you think your whore will even recognize you now?”

Rage burned within Izuku, the likes of which he had never felt before.

“She isn’t a whore.”

“Too right— a whore wouldn’t mind servicing a man with a fucked-up face. No self-respecting lass would have anything to do with a rough-looking, low-born bastard like you.”

Izuku inhaled, exhaled, dismissing the words from his mind— but even so, the scalpel on the surgeon’s table glinted in the corner of his eye, silver, tempting.

“Do you think she’s even given you a moment’s thought since you left?” Stain pressed, and Izuku began to tremble. “Do you think she will even care when you die in the belly of a ship, chained to your oar?”

Izuku did not trust himself to speak. He grit his teeth, locked his jaw. He would not give Stain the satisfaction of the outburst he wanted, and the medic’s needle was slipping into the fragile skin where his nose sloped upward toward his brow-line. He would be still. He would be silent.

“Face it,” Stain said, “You were never good enough for her. You were always unworthy from the start. She knew it, you knew it, and I know it.”

Unfit.

“You’re nothing but a plowboy, are you?”

Unworthy.

“A little piss-ant plowboy with a tiny, miserable c—”

Izuku snapped. Before he knew what was happening, the scalpel was in his bound hands and he slit the medic ear-to-ear. Warm blood splashed on his hands, chest, and face, and with the needle still stuck through the skin of his right brow, Izuku lunged at Stain, swinging the scalpel in an underhanded upward motion, aiming for the captain’s soft, squishy bits that would take poorly to piercing. With a cougar’s grace, Stain slipped aside in just enough time to avoid the blade, and the scalpel lodged itself in the counter behind him, bending from the force of Izuku’s strike. This time armed with nothing but his bare hands, Izuku lunged again, aiming to wrap his hands around Stain’s throat, but the captain was too fast. He drew his pistol and used the butt of it to strike Izuku down. Izuku fell hard, and Stain kicked him once, twice, three times in the ribs, then put his boot directly on Izuku’s cock, pressing down painfully against it. He primed his pistol, aimed it down at Izuku, and smiled.

“I should kill you here and now,” he grinned. “Oh, I should, I should— but it’s my own stupid fault for pushing you so hard when I knew what you were.”

He kicked Izuku between his legs, then— not with all of his strength, but with enough that Izuku was sick with the pain of it.

“You’re a mad dog, Izuku Midoriya— just like me. You’ve got rage pent up inside you, and you try to tell yourself that you’re a nice guy, a hero.” Stain chuckled. “You are anything but a hero.”

“No,” Izuku moaned, curling in on himself, but Stain pulled him up by his hair, forcing him to look in the small, beady eyes of the captain.

“Look at what you’ve done, plowboy— you just killed the man that was trying to help you. You did so for no other reason than that you were angry with me, that you wanted to make me stop,” he grinned. “Chisaki is going to pay money for you, plowboy, and you’re going to fight for him.”

For one, brief moment a spark of hope shot through Izuku— Would he be released if he made a deal? Would it be possible to somehow bargain his skills for his freedom?— but then Stain clarified, and like a rock, his heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

“You’ll be a star in the ring, I can already tell— you’ll beat a man to death with your bare hands if it means surviving long enough to get back to your lass.”

Stain shoved him away by his head, and Izuku thought he had never wanted to die more.

“No one will bet on you to start, mind. You look so weak and puny that it makes me sick— but then they’ll see. They’ll understand what you are just like I do, and you’ll make men rich.”

Izuku, horrified at this vision of the future, turned and tried to flee— but when he did, he tripped, his foot catching on the leg of the man he had killed only moments before. He vomited then, spewing his guts out on the floor of the surgery, and Stain laughed once more.

“Pathetic,” he said. “Stand up, plowboy. I’m going to sew up your face myself, and then you'll help me haul the poor bastard up for a proper funeral.”

And that’s just what happened. Numbly, Izuku did as he was directed, following every instruction without complaint. When it was all over, he was walked back to the cargo hold like a dog might be walked to a kennel. Despite the many and insistent questions from the others— What happened? Are you alright? Where did he take you? Why were you gone so long— Izuku sat there in the dark and refused to utter a single word of what had transpired, hoping his companions could not smell the blood on his shirt. Even so, there was some awkward shuffling, and Izuku felt one head drop on one of his shoulders, then a body flop over his feet, and after a moment more of weird, handless touching, another head dropped on his other shoulder, and Izuku realized that the others were trying to comfort him.

“We’re not going to get out of this alive,” came the soft, feminine voice from earlier, “So if you lot are doing what I think you’re doing, is it alright if I huddle in too?”

Izuku huffed a laugh.

“If it’s alright with the lads, I wouldn’t turn you away,” he said.

Todoroki— who was apparently pressed against his left side, from the vibration Izuku felt— added, “Come on over, love. Misery loves company, and there’s more than enough room.”

And so they all shuffled again, until Izuku felt another body press against his leg, then settle by his hip. A heavy head pressed against his thigh, and Bakugou grunted.

“Oi, bubble butt, move your arse off me.”

Izuku felt the wind from a scoff brush his breeches.

“My arse is quite nice I’ve been told, and my name is Ochako. If you want something, you can ask me nicely and by my given name.”

“Women,” Bakugou grumbled. “No sense of personal space between the lot of you.”

“Men,” Ochako shot back. “No brain between the lot of you— and if you’re not careful, hotshot, I’ll give you a cuddle.”

“Don’t touch me, bitch— ”

It was too late then. Izuku felt Ochako shift, and her head landed with a thud on what Izuku could only have assumed to be Bakugou’s thigh instead.

“Oi!”

“You’re warm,” Ochaco said softly, her voice changing its color to something more tender. “How are you so warm?”

“I run hot,” Bakugou returned, as sheepishly as Izuku had ever heard him speak, and Ochako let out a little laugh.

“So you do.”

There was one last shuffle, and Izuku heard Ochako give a satisfied little sigh. If Izuku had to guess, he’d say that Bakugou had adjusted to press more of his hot skin against her, and Izuku was abruptly, absurdly jealous of the comfort he took from the woman between them, whose aforementioned bubble butt was now pressed against Izuku.

He missed (Y/N).

He missed home.

He wished he had never left the farm.

I will come back to you, he swore, remembering sweet smiles, the soft curves of her body, and what he had refused her. I will come back.

***

“That’s awful,” said the little girl, rubbing her eyes. “Really bad.”

The mother nodded, but a smile teased at the corner of her mouth.

“I think we had better stop,” she said. “Someone is getting sleepy.”

Her daughter shook her head, though she yawned.

“We can’t end there,” said the girl. “That’s the bad part! We have to keep going until we get to the good part.”

The good part was a good ways away yet— but even so, the mother supposed it was better to tell a whole story than half of one.

“Very well,” she said, “but we’ve got to leave Izuku there for now. We’ve got to meet someone new.”

“Humperdinck!”

The mother laughed.

“Yes, Humperdinck. While Izuku was languishing in Gildur’s captivity, the Prince of Florin had his own ideas about what was to be done about the war, and how Florin was losing it… ”

***

“We’re losing,” said Prince Humperdinck, looking at the map spread out before him.

“Well, yes,” said Count Rugen, the prince’s closest advisor.

“We should not be losing, Count. We outnumber them three to one, and our navy is vastly superior to—”

“Yes, well, the men’s morale is low,” the Count replied, glancing meaningfully at the prince. “They’ve somehow gotten it in their head that Florin is the aggressor in this war.”

Which, of course, it was.

“Preposterous,” said Humperdinck. “Everyone knows of Gildur’s crimes against the crown.”

The two of them had taken great pains to orchestrate them, after all.

“I am well aware, Your Highness. Even so, the men may possibly feel that this is a dispute better settled between two men than two countries.”

Humperdinck sniffed. Foolish peasants, getting ideas.

“Then we must convince them otherwise.”

“Of course, Highness.”

“I presume you have a suggestion for how to achieve this?”

“If Your Highness will permit me,” the count replied, “I would like to suggest that you acquire a wife.”

“Interesting,” Humperdinck admitted. “Why?”

“Because,” said the count, “having a woman agree to marry you is proof that you are, in fact, a tolerable being— and, if you choose one from among the people, they will love you for it, because they will believe that you are capable of loving them.”

Humperdinck hummed.

“Are we in such dire straits? I do abhor the idea of both commoners and marriage.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be a permanent situation. Gildur would obviously be so outraged by your newfound popularity that they would murder your wife on your wedding night.”

“Obviously.” Humperdinck fiddled with the border of his cape, intrigued. “How long can we afford to fight this war and continue to lose?”

“A year or two, no more.”

Humperdinck nodded, considering.

“So when would you suggest we commence with this plan?”

“If things do not improve? A year, perhaps. I would begin my search now if I were you, Your Highness.” The count made a face. “It is rather difficult to find a common woman who doesn’t leave a sour taste in the mouths of the esteemed.”

“Very well,” said Humperdinck. “I’ll begin a tour of the kingdom in six month’s time.”

“Wonderful,” said the count.

The two men looked at each other with matching cheshire grins. Damn, it was good to be a prince.

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Sorry, for not posting as much as I should, I don't think I am going to use Tumblr as much as I thought I did. But here's my new plot bunnies. Hope you enjoy it at least.

Title: lonely souls no longer lonely.

Fandoms Danny phantom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

Danny has to leave home because it's no longer safe in Amity Park.

Danny was caught by the G I W and he was experimented on.

In this fanfic Danny was adopted by the Fenton's when he was a baby. He is actually the illegitimate son of Orihara Shirou and is Izaya's half brother, that he has no idea about and didn't even know existed in the first place.

The rest of this fic would be focusing on Danny just trying to survive in the Ikebukuro. But he keeps getting mistaken for izaya.

This will have Shizaya and Izaya and Shizuo adopting Danny. Shizaya is important to the story but it's not the main focus, instead it's a secondary one.

Title: x marks the spot.

Fandoms Danny Phantom. Teen Titans.

Plot Summary.

It isn't safe anymore for the Fenton siblings in their own universe, so they leave their home dimension and they go to the DC universe.

There were some complications leading to Danny and his clone Ellie (Dani, I'm calling her Ellie because it's easier) becoming babies in between the ages of 1 month and 6 months old.

It's mainly just BAMF Jazz, she's raising her kids, kicking ass, and stealing stuff from evil corporations and Rich assholes.

50/50 if it is Jazz X Dick, but we'll just have to see.

The story would pick up where the Teen Titans cartoon ended. Perhaps the black and white monster could have been a ghost. Maybe we learn why Tara came back. FYI I know that there's a Teen Titans comic called Teen Titans go, not the same as that cartoon, it's set in the original series. Point is I'm not following the comics I'm going to do my own thing.

Fandoms Durarara!! ark survival evolved.

I had an idea for a story, but I have gotten some of the lore of ark completely wrong so my original story idea is completely scrapped.

Title: Records of a Forgotten Hero.

Fandoms Danny phantom. MHA.

Plot Summary.

Danny leaves behind a video diary for the three new halfas. So they can understand what is going on, and why they have multiple quirks now.

Midoriya. Bakugou. Todoroki.

I don't have much of a plot figured out for this one yet.

Title: The Runaway Babies.

Fandom Durarara!!.

Plot Summary.

Two young girls come to Ikebukuro to make a new life for themselves. They end up getting a bit more than what they bargained for, but a happy ending all the same.

Don't have very much for the story except the OCs end up adopting both Izaya and Shizuo instead of being adopted by them. The OCs are similar to izaya and shizuo.

It's a shizaya kid fic. Kids adopting their parents instead of the parents adopting the kids.

Title: a bond between two souls.

Fandoms My Hero Academia. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

Bakugou and Deku wake up in the past and in the bodies of Izaya and Shizuo.

And they have no idea why, but now they have to figure out what happened to them and why they're here, and simultaneously deal with Izaya and Shizuo. Izaya and Shizuo are not happy that Bakugou and Deku are in their bodies.

I have no idea what I'm going to do with this fic, but I had so many ideas, but no real cohesive plot.

It's a reincarnation and soulmate AU. BakuDeku. Shizaya.

Bakugou is in Izaya's body and Deku is in Shizuo's.

Series title: Demons Of Gotham.

AKA, DOG. lol.

Fandoms Batman. Danny phantom.

Plot Summary.

Two demons have entered Gotham City and started attacking most of the rogues.

And at the same time Wayne Manor is being haunted by something or someone.

This is just going to be a series of one shots and maybe a few multi chapter fics. It's just meant to be a bunch of funny, wholesome, and horrifying (for the villains at least) stories about Thomas and Martha Wayne haunting Gotham (and kicking Joker's teeth out) for Jason, because he deserves better.

Series title: MHA Trip to DC.

Fandom MHA. DC animated universe. DC extended universe. Batman Wayne family adventures.

Plot Summary.

Just another series where MHA characters and DC characters. i don't have a story at the moment.

Just a bunch of ideas and scenes.

Title: The Missing Piece.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

I don't really have much of a story right now. but it would be a Shizaya x OC.

Title: only fleas.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

Shizuo has a onlyfans.

Izaya is a big fan of his.

Probably a one shot but could be multiple chapters. it's just meant to be some fun shizaya smut.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

Post Ketsu.

3 years have passed since Izaya left Ikebukuro and Izaya ended up getting kidnapped by a serial killer.

Izaya manages to escape but it's being hunted by the serial killer.

So thinking this is his last chance he calls his sisters and his friend Shinra, he even calls Shizuo and apologizes to them.

But no one picks up for whatever reason, except Shizuo.

Was inspired by an episode of SVU.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

Shizuo and Izaya wake up in a strange Lab. But they don't wake up together. Instead they wake up in different parts of the lab at different times.

They soon learn that the world has been overtaken by monsters. And they themselves are slowly turning into monsters as well.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

Mermaid AU. Inspired by the movie Deep Blue sea.

Essentially it's the plot of the movie but replacing the sharks with mermaids and one of the mermaids Izaya. Maybe the other two mermaids or his sisters.

Shizuo is the shark handler guy. but instead of sharks it's mermaids.

Not the exact plot of the movie but definitely inspired.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

Shizuo wake's up in bed with Izaya, and is mortified. He's not sure what happened. He's planning on leaving, but he wants answers (and he would feel a little scummy for just sleeping with someone and leaving them right after.)

During all of this Izaya is asleep.

one shot fic where mostly just shizuo unsure what to do.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

This is the story with all the alternate versions of Shizuo and Izaya.

Shinra thought it would be a fun idea to clone them. that goes as well as you would think.

Now all the clones are loose, and Shizuo and Izaya don't know that they were cloned.

It is much chaos. In short the children have gotten loose and they're causing mayhem.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

The story just has one alternate version of Shizuo.

Delic is Shizuo's cousin and Izaya doesn't know about him.

But Delic knows about Izaya and decides to mess with him.

Examples are, flirting, calling Izaya cute while he's flustered, etc etc.

And all while he's pretending to be Shizuo. It also helps that he has Shizuo's strength.

Now what does Shizuo think about this? Who knows, maybe they both start messing with Izaya. And Izaya is just frustrated with whatever the hell is going on.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary.

Shizuo becomes an assassin and uses a cover named, Ruby No Yubiwa. Izaya became a manga artist by the pen name of Toudaimoto Kurashi.

I don't have that many ideas for the story.

Plus Toudaimoto Kurashi is kind of like an Izaya if he had never met Shinra.

Fandom. Durarara!!

Plot Summary

Izaya was sold to the Oriharas by his mom, or he was kidnapped by the Oriharas when he was a baby.

So he had no idea that he was kidnapped and/or adopted.

Depending on which version it's either his grandparents were still looking for him, or his parents and grandparents were looking for him. And as a last resort they go to the media. Another thing they can do in their desperation to find him is go to a certain informant and that's how they find out the truth.

inspired by another fanfic as well as an episode of SVU. I'm not sure where the story would go. I think it would be an interesting idea if Izaya had a family he never knew about. how would he deal with that?

Izaya has a secret child that no one knows about. Not even his family.

Unfortunately the mother of the child went missing, leaving Izaya to raise the child on his own. Another unfortunate thing is that Ikebukuro learns that Izaya has a kid, and Izaya decides to hire Shizuo as a bodyguard to keep his daughter safe.

I'm not sure what to do with this story. I just think it would be interesting if Izaya had a secret child.

Possible shizaya?

Izaya wakes up injured and in an apartment that he doesn't recognize. Turns out the apartment is Shizuo's.

Unsure how he got there, Izaya tries to figure out what's going on and how he ended up in Shizuo's apartment.

Meanwhile Shizuo is trying to take care of Izaya and keep him from getting out of the apartment.

Every time Izaya is close to getting out of the apartments. Shizuo freaks out and stops him from getting out.

It almost seems like Shizuo is scared of something.

Erika and Kyouhei have made a bet. The bet is who is right about the nature of Shizuo and Izaya's relationship. If Erika is right. Or Kyouhei?

If Kyouhei is right and those two aren't in a romantic relationship then Erika can't talk about them being in love for one month straight.

But if Erika's right... Who Knows! I haven't really decided on that one.

Shizuo and Izaya are trapped in The Sims. (It's totally Shenra's fault for that one.)

Shinra keeps the two of them separated. He gives them their own rooms and different parts of the house he made with them just until he figures out a way to get them out.

Shizuo has his own space far away from the "Flea" and Izaya is far away from the "Protozoan." Why aren't they put on separate lots because Shinra wants them to stay in the same place so it's easier to get them out. But unfortunately (though fortunate for the reader) this will backfire for all three of them.

Because somehow Erika gets a hold of the game; she has no idea that it's the actual Shizuo and Izaya and proceeds to live out her Shizaya fantasies.

This is going to be absolutely chaotic and I love it.

So have you ever seen the show "The amazing world of gumball?"

Well if you haven't you don't have to for this all you need to know is that there was an episode where an obsessive yandere ice cream girl (this show is very weird) gets a hold of a fanfiction note? What's the fanfiction note think of Death Note but instead of killing people it instead brought fanfiction to life.

Now imagine if Erika got a hold of such a book and all the stuff that would happen.

So it's up to Shizuo and Izaya to stop her because yeah it's all fanfiction about them together as a couple.

But will they be able to stop her before it's too late?

It's Erika's birthday and she's had a Shity Month! (Again blame Shinra for what's about to happen.) Shinra wants to be a good friend and make her birthday special so he decides it's a good idea to get Shizuo and Izaya into a relationship with each other.

At least that's one version. I just want a fic where Shizuo and Izaya are forced to pretend that they are in a relationship.

Erika Was Right!

I just want a fic where Kyouhei has an existential crisis because "Holy Shit Erika Was Right!" What was she right about?

Well obviously she was right about Shizaya.

Post katsu.

Izaya had a one night stand before the events of post ketsu with Shizuo.

This resulted in Izaya getting Pregnant.

Give the baby up for adoption after they're born, the birth happens eight or nine months after post-ketsu.

(Also the years have been altered slightly, instead of the events of the anime taking place in 2010 and 2015, instead it would be 2008 to 2009.)

The baby is all grown up and he's strong and ill-tempered just like his dear old dad Shizuo.

And now he wants to find out who his parents are? Will he ever get the answer? Who knows?

Eri compilation. Six villain stories and six hero stories.

Have some ideas for this.

The bat family ends up in the marvel universe. Will they get back home?

I don't have very many ideas for this.

The Bat family ended up in the 2004 The Batman series. Bat family minus Bruce and Alfred.

I have no idea for this one either. Well I have one idea but that's kind of it.

Jazz Fenton is female Tim Drake.

She left her home dimension because of some stuff that happened. The thing that ultimately gets her to leave is one Dick tries to have her put into Arkham.

She leaves to another dimension and she ends up getting turned back into a child. She finds a little baby boy that she named standing in a dumpster and later gets adopted by the Fenton's.

Izaya is heartbroken after getting rejected by Shizuo, so he leaves Ikebukuro. Shizuo regrets what he said to Izaya. So now Shizuo is trying to find Izaya.

Will Shizuo be able to find Izaya, will he ever get the chance to apologize for the hurtful things he said to Izaya. Or will it be too late.

FYI the stuff that Shizuo said to Izaya was pretty damn hurtful. Like a really brutal rejection. Even people who hate Izaya or think that Shizuo was being way too mean towards Izaya.

Durarara crossover with Backrooms.

Izaya gets trapped in the Backrooms.

Crossover with Durarara and SCP. Shizuo it's some kind of entity that broke into site 19. Izaya is one of the agents and Shizuo decides "this guy is really hot." And wants to make him his husband.

Izaya is given a love potion.

Anri and Izaya are siblings. Similar to idea one they don't know their siblings.

Might combine this with idea 18.

Sayaka (Anri mom) had Izaya when she was a teenager and give him up for adoption. The Orihara parents adopted and raised Izaya.

Izaya and Shiki are Father and son. Shiki knows that Izaya is his son. But Izaya doesn't know that Shiki is his dad.

This idea could also be combined with 18.

And could even be combined with the previous idea.

A crack fic.

A fusion of the first idea 1, 18, 35, 36, and Shiki now has a bunch of kids. And all three of them have issues. lol.

A series of fanfictions about Izaya and Shizuo being in a secret relationship with each other.

Izaya and Shizuo are too horny for their own good.

They do it in Shinra and Celty apartment. Don't worry they did clean up most of the condoms, they were a few they missed.

And they do it in a dumpster and they get caught by Simon. Well at least they're no longer fighting.

I'm sure if this idea is Canon to 38

Danny phantom and Gargoyles crossover.

Durarara but everyone is a cat.

Shiki and Shizuo have a talk.

It's a shovel talk.

Possibly Canon 38.

Izaya gets the aged and turns back into a small child. And now Shiki and Akabayashi are taking care of him.

#izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #shizaya #drrr oc #crossover #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #fanfiction #danny phantom #fanfiction prompts #fanfic #plot bunnies

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thequietmanno1 · 5 months

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Thelreads, MHA 286, Replies Part 1

1) “Things are about to get spicy, on Chapter 286: The one withing us

Oh, is this about how AfO is here, inside what used to be Shigaraki?”- Within Shigaraki, Izuku – it’s a regular family reunion between the living, the dead, and the asshole who’s just here to rub it all in their faces.

2) “Even AfO is not taking this shit, he knows Bakugo is fine, coughing blood when stabbed on the lungs is something all healthy boys his age do.

Now, are you going to activate his quirk and blow him up to damage Midoriya even more? Please?”- If he could have, he would have, but fortunately, Tomura’s fighting from the inside at the same time AFO’s hijacking control of his charcoal corpse to strike out at the heroes, so that means AFO can’t be as effective in killing the heroes as he wants to be- at least, not until the control gets a little stronger….

(MHA ch 248)

3) “Ah, so Todoroki will get a dash skill as well? Fucking hell everyone now has a dash, the balancing team needs to get their shit together”- Frankly, I’m more impressed by Shoto’s balance of everybody on just one foot. Even if he’s carrying one half-dead adult and one nearly-dead Pomeranian, that is some impressive skill to be able to keep himself aflost without any stabilising thrust. Boy’s got mad balancing skills.

4) “Oh this is definitely not Shigaraki talking, that’s for sure. Time for an evil speech?”- AFO doesn’t need to speak long to stab straight to the emotional heart of the matter…

5) “Nope, no evil speech, just trying to drive the knife deeper, but what he’s not counting on is that Midoriya is about to flip his fucking shit and he’ll make the potato face that All Might gave him look like a classical sculpture.”- Actually, that is what he’s counting on. AFO’s goal is to bring Izuku in close to finally get a hand on him to steal OFA with, and he figures that if Izuku’s anything like All Might, all it’ll take is hurting and more importantly, insulting his allies to make him flip his shit out and forget about the “bad touch” powers….and he was bang on the money.

6) “Oh this is definitely not a good sign.”- AFO pressed the Kachan button. Tomura really wishes he hadn’t done that… 7) “OH JESUS FUCK

MIDORIYA

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU FUCKING RIPPED HIS TENTACLES WITH YOUR TEETH JESUS”- Midoria: Your throat and my teeth have an urgent appointment, bitch!

8) “CHRIST THIS VESSEL IS REALLY FALLING APART AND MIDORIYA IS ABOUT TO MAKE SURE NOT A SINGLE CELL REMAINS TO TELL THE TALE”- Tomura’s gone through a small army of assembled heroes, been burned, battered and pushed to the brink of death, and he’s never once panicked or thought he was in danger of losing. But this?. Seeing Izuku’s sheer wrath aimed square at him? That’s the first time he’s actually gone “Uh-oh” ever since he awakened, faced with a force more primal and destructive than even himself.

9) “NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

WHAT THE FUCKING NOPE

YEAH I MEAN, WE KNEW AFO WAS IN THERE, BUT WHAT THE FUCK NO

IS HE EMERGING FROM SHIGARAKI’S BODY LIKE A COCOON?”- And as always, AFO’s greatest skill is his ability to incite the anger of his opponents, pushing their buttons precisely so to manipulate them to his tune without effort, allowing him to puppet Izuku into reach as easily as he’s puppeteering Tomura’s body

10) “OKAY ALRIGHT LET US MOVE AWAY FROM THAT IT SEEMS

AND NOW GIGANTOMACHIA JUST REALIZED THAT AFO IS THERE AS WELL, AND BY THE VISUAL METAPHOR HIS SMELL IS COMING FROM INSIDE SHIGARAKI

I’M STARTING TO FEAR LIKE SHIGARAKI WAS PRETTY MUCH JUST A COCOON FOR HIM TO GET A STRONGER BODY”- It’s half symbolic….for now. But given how their vestiges/souls appear to be merging within Tomura’s body, it may well be that AFO could indeed be “reborn” within the chrysalis that is Tomura. All the advantages of youth and experience rolled into one. 11) “Oh what the fuck I thought that was Hawks there on the right for a moment Also, unfortunately that’s no more than to calm them down, because there’s no way to stop that thing. Those heroes don’t stand a chance, there’s no stopping it”- And he’s not even the real superweapon the villains have, but the prototype! @thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #mha 286

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. . . ⇢ scarab, 27yr, egyptian, third gender xe/xem. . . . ⇢ 21+ partners preferred for smut themed things. . . . ⇢ i write most of my characters as trans, be okay with that, or don't write with me. your characters do not need to be trans !! ( unless my ad says otherwise !! ) . . . ⇢ don't mind somewhere between rapid fire replies, or once every few days replies. super chill vibes. ( i'm currently down to 1-2x a week replies ) . . . ⇢ probably talk ooc quite a bit too between writing and replies. i like making friends with people i write with !! . . . ⇢ i use irl fc's, you don't have to. you can also request for me to use an animated fc, i'll gladly find one !! . . . ⇢ discord server writing only !! . . . ⇢ smut / nsfw are welcomed !! . . . ⇢ dark themes are things i'm v chill with, i don't have a lot of triggers !! . . . ⇢ silence doesn't mean disinterest, if you talk to me ooc, i will reply, i just don't always have juice for ic stuff !!

canon fandoms i write and characters i write are in bold:

demon slayer: tanjiro kamado, yushiro, muichiro tokito

sally face: sal fisher

assassination classroom: nagisa shiota, karma akabane, maehara hiroto, isogai yuuma, sugino tomohito, itona horibe, ritsu, karasuma tadaomi

tokyo revengers: manjiro sano, baji katsuki, kazutora hanemiya, nahoya kawata, souya kawata, chifuyu matsuno, rindou haitani, akuun/atsushi sendo, mitsuya takachi, takemichi hanagaki, sanzu haruchiyo, hakkai shiba, inupi seishu

my hero academia: izuku midoriya, jin bubaigawara, shinsou hitoshi, mirio togata, shoto todoroki, amajiki tamaki, shoto aizawa, hizashi yamada, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero

toilet bound hanako-kun: hanako-kun/yugi amane, kou minamoto, mitsuya sousuke, tsukasa yugi

promare: lio fotia, gueira, meis

hxh: kurapika kurta, killua zoldyck, feitan portor, shalnark

disgaea series: flonne, mao, adell, zed, laharl, almaz, taro, emizel, yukimaru, zeroken, christo, raspberyl

dc: klarion bleak, garfield logan, billy batson

monster prom: damien lavey, sawyer, oz, brian

dream daddy: damien bloodmarch

bleach: ryunosuke yuki

buddy daddies: rei suwa

blue exorcist: rin okumura, amaimon

saiki k: saiki kusuo

night in the woods: greggory lee

camp camp: david, daniel, max

resident evil: rosemary winters

tokyo mew mew: bu-ling huang (purin), taruto

zom 100: akira tendou

ranma 1/2: ranma saotome

persona 5: joker, mishima yuuki

hades: hypnos

dragon ball: supreme kai, trunks, tapion, tarble, dende, android 17

the boy and the beast: ichirohiko

ouran high school host club: mitsukuni haninozuka, haruhi fujioka

magi: the labyrinth of magic: cassim, aladdin, alibaba, jafar, judal

panty & stocking with garterbelt: stocking anarchy, briefers rock

soul eater: soul evans, chrona

sonic the hedgehog: shadow the hedgehog, sonic the hedgehog, silver the hedgehog, mighty the armadillo, miles “tails” prower, espio the chameleon

check, please!: eric bittle

league of legends: ezreal (heartsteel)

+anima: cooro, husky

if i reach out to you about any fandoms that AREN'T on here, that doesn't mean it was a mistake or i don't actually rp them, i just rp them so little, i didn't think to list them !!

i have an extensive list of ocs, here are basics !! most of my oc’s are asian or arab and some are trans !! i rp regular verses, and abo upon request !! dark topics, nsfw, and heavy things welcome !!

vampire ocs

about 20 different angel ocs

lab experiment ocs

assassin ocs

cult ocs

a bakery shop owner

7 different mafia gangs

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…idk, world heroes mission ig (bnha movie 3)? not clear on whether the Hawks minisode thing is before or after it so I guess I'll watch it after

"quirk doomsday…" k so they don't like quirks, they're like the non-bender faction in korra. Still kinda feels weird tbh when you got powered folks and non-powered folks and they make a faction that stands up for non-powered people and then make them unambiguously evil. Granted, I'm making assumptions because this group is ticking every box on the "evil cult aesthetic" checklist. -- "we, pure humans…" you, sir, are a vedalken. …uh, that is to say, blue. you are blue.

ho shit they got a death star? …oh, sewer gas or summat -- …a… mutagen thingy? no, it's boosting quirks… -- "you don't have a quirk, do you? and you didn't happen to randomly get murdered by the twenty-odd major disasters we just set off that demolished half the city. congrats, prolly half the people you know are dead but some of them had powers so it's fine"

"ohey, we don't have a hero from egypt yet" copies some clipart "there, now we do"

…WHAT??? HOW LONG HAS HE HAD THIS ALT SKIN? should I have got a few episodes in first? gawd, figuring out anime movie timing is flat-out impossible

ohey it's that guy from this movie that people like

dang, the animators are showing tf off with this chase stuff. the parkour's almost reminding me of mirror's edge 'XD -- pfft, then he just casually rail-grinds down a staircase bc I guess his quirk is being from a tony hawk game

why do I have the annoying feeling I should be recognizing this eyepatch gu - wait. spends ten years scrolling thru his own tumblr looking for his comments from the first movie okay eyepatch guy KIND OF sometimes has a similar face to the, I think, swordkil guy from the first movie, but the hair is not even close, nvm -- um. …shit what was even happening. marcellus wallace's soul, right. cept I think it was a jewelry store, so more like his pinkie ring?

ah k, so rody rhodepecker gets wallace's soul cuz he thought it was the gems he'd had before, so now rody's in the main plot and I guess eyepatch is dead and the chipmunks are gonna have fewer dolls to pick up -- (deku and rody fight over the case and it falls open) marcellus wallace's… tax returns?

"we gotta move somewhere safer. I know! THE TOP OF A MOVING TRAIN is the perfect place to set down this civilia - " okay fine, "suspect"

what kinda topsy-turvy world is this where midoriya gets on a country's most wanted list before God Explosion Murder? …I forget, Bakugo STILL never got hisself a hero name, right?

ah, so the local gov is all in the doomsday cult. …eyepatch seemed to think those papers were important, but deku found nothing of interest, why does everybody want marcellus wallace's tax returns? I guess it's got important inside cult info in code?

"he's going to klayd. bakugo, come on, we have another country we need you to endanger" -- you know you're important when they assign the stelfiest cops on the force to tail you. todoroki and bakugo better find a corner to walk around if they wanna lose these guys

not the sharpest rat on the street, this rody, huh. also, deku's a heavy sleeper apparently. had his hand all over that case and rody was able to just slide it away with no problem. -- you, sir, are an inuyasha villain

-- ("why did you protect me?") "saving people with a smile" is never gonna stop feeling like a brand slogan to me.

…okay, road trip montage ig. good stuff ig. -- "you have a quirk, right?" deku you were fucking born without a motherfucking quirk what the hell kind of a question is that. anyway clearly the farting bird is rody's quirk

(rody gets blasted off a cliff then ice jets show up and idfk stuff) wowee, dangit guys, you're makin me dizzy with the camera zipping all over the damn place -- under the blades bakugo UNDER THE FUCKING BLADES THAT HELI IS GONNA MAKE A SMOOTHIE OUTTA YOU HAVE YOU NEVER WATCHED AN INDIANA JONES MOVIE -- …well damn, Green Arrowette, dramatic enough?

aha, a sneakret compartment -- and obviously it's the puzzle toy from rody's childhood because cults are all about getting the kids involved -- bet the cult woulda loved it if rody had solved it way back when and fucking swallowed the data chip. …random question, where does nintendo get off putting an entire game in a choking hazard just because they can? irresponsible af

"I'm one of the scientists that the cult kidnapped yadda yadda yadda plot stuff final message" and. and they just. plugged this into a computer and hit play. with the speakers on. in a hotel lobby or wevertf this is. with civilians watching tv. FIVE. FEET. AWAY.

bakugo: "only an idiot would make a key without telling you where the door was! where's the place with no bombs… there! that's where their base is!" BULL. SHIT. BAKUGO. IS A HACKER. also bullshit because didn't the first bomb go off literally a hundred feet directly above their base? -- "I'm working on it, damn nerd!" - hackugo the hackerman who apparently is the only computer literate person in the room

okay these wobbly giggly sword-whip guys bakugo's fighting, them I kinda like tbh, designwise at least. …I guess because they just remind me of so many soul calibur characters at once 'XD

"they told me they'd stop the Otheon bomb if I give them the key" okay ten trillion percent he's faking this time, right? …right? -- ohhh, eddie soul. I musta been barely listening to… uh. um. eyepatch guy's audio log 'XD -- "my quirk is that silly pink bird with the mask that farted on you earlier" -- "and also dodging really good" - ohp, okay, not dodging good enough tho

HIS QUIRK IS THE FARTBIRD I WAS FUCKING JOKING. I mean like cool he has a ranger animal companion ig, hell, Minsc has kind of the same thing going for him and he ruined at least one Magic format with it

(bakugo finally won his match)(todoroki is still drowning) freeze the water dumbass, damn -- oh wouldja lookit that, he froze the water

"his quirk has a limit!" I mean, I guess. wobbuffet's only got so much hp. …I swear to god this guy was probably literally and actually and in fact based directly off of wobbuffet, it would explain everything about his visual design -- "you gave up on trying to get people to like you, heroes never give up" deku please just shut the fuck up and finish this fight, every single time you try to say something to somebody about their backstory, you just come off as an ignorant dickhead

"there's no explosion…" marvin martian: "where's the society-shattering kaboom?"

(the fartbird plugged the thing in, probably ages ago) go for the eyes, Boo! the one in texas goes off anyway because the power grid failed again and the disarm code didn't get transmitted to the bomb

oh goody, the not-corrupt police officers arrested the one that was. he was definitely the only bad apple in the bunch, yessiree

…ayup. movie movied. villain had paper-thin motive compared to all for one's easy-to-grasp god complex or the actual literal nightmare that is tomura's, but wever. and rody's fun.

the Hawks Soothe thing is five minutes, huh. -- I think bakugo listening to todoroki's "write 'people' on your hand then eat it" thing is the first hint of character development for bakugo I've seen in maybe this whole WHAT in the FUCK is THAT supposed to be

-- hawks just casually strolling up wearing the carpet from the Shining

jesus christ my guy, this is why they knew to put you in that hannibal mask

okay so this was literally just a prologue of them clowning around in the airport for a couple minutes and I shoulda watched it first, I had them in the right order in my notes. …dammit

anyway, on to s6 ig - wait no apparently there're two OVA bonus episode thingies for s5? huh, it's them playing baseball. lol shoji's got three bats in the cover image 'XD

#knowless watches bnha

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selfship day! i don't see myself with kids, and being the grinch i am, i can imagine the holidays with two people and one, the amazing bakugou katsuki(this is a lost cause, it's permanent now) and two, breaking havoc in the todoroki family with natsuo, I avoid my family like the plague so i see myself spending it with their families.

in kacchans case we both do the cooking and baking, maybe i am the one who fools more around the grumpy man(he likes it or I'm becoming insufferable just for amusement and probably end in a headlock), mitsuki enables me more, also if he needs to leave bc "prohero man gotta do their job haha" I'm sure he feels more comfortable if I'm where he can go as he pleases. Also i see his parents as an interesting pair and would curiously ask about their job and discuss things about the fashion scene

and in natsuos case I'm the one who bakes dessert for the family dinner and he watches as i work (he tries to touch something and has his hand almost chop, don't touch when I'm in the kitchen young man), and i amuse myself with pissing off endeavor indirectly, what's he gonna do? ruin the dinner and make his sons and daughter feel bad? only for fun im going to be the most obnoxiously cheerful and christmasy person on earth

They're like different ends of the spectrum and I love it.

The Bakugou's? Chaotic and loud as fuck but does Christmas seamlessly. We're talking his mom pulls out all the stops and her spawn is no better. Those recipes? Totally something his mom taught him to do and Katsuki is still doing them just like how mommy taught him. But lord all mighty don't bring that up or he'll be squawking the entire time. It's like endearing though? His family outwardly seems so chaotic but they're just so sweet and accommodating that even under their roof it still feels like home. And they certainly love having you both regardless

The Todoroki's now are the opposite where everything looks seamless from the outside but on the inside it's a jug fuck of what will happen next. (is this just the Kardashians?) Ok but no seriously Natsuo in the kitchen does seem like a disaster waiting to happen and that's fair probably keep him out of there bc do we really need to have a house fire on top of the thin thread of sanity keeping these holiday themed family dinners together? It's only karmic debt that Endeavor now sits through the hell his grown child and their spouses put him through.

Lets see Izuku...I mean I feel like from the moment the weather gets "chilly" he's fucking annoying as shit. But that probably runs in their god damn blood so both his son and his mother are just as annoying. But at the same time it takes a load off for me bc Izuku is pretty good at getting things done in a timely manner for the holidays. As for the family? It's all of us. Under one roof. God it's so crowed but also it's perfect at the same time. Grandparents chasing kids. Us with both our parents even well into our 30s and 40s. It's loud and probably messy but worth it

Send me your self ship family/holiday headcanons!

#pls its so funny how fucked up the bakugous seem but honestly they're the best to spend the holidays with #you evil soul and the todoroki thing #its perfect XD #just me suffering bc deku wants a fucking picture of us all together all the fucking time #selfshipsaturday #self ships #three.games #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #todoroki natsuo

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bippity-boppity bloom: act one | todoroki shoto

—everyone knows the story of cinderella, saved by a prince and a glass slipper. but what if the true hero wasn’t the prince, but rather the fairy god mother? todoroki shoto has been suffering under the hands of his wicked family his whole life, yet everything changes when he meets you: a fairy forced to take care of him as punishment. will the odds be in your favor? or will everything go down from here on out?

➢ pairing: todoroki shoto x female! reader

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➢ love letter: henlo!! i am late but this is for @milktyama ‘s once upon an alternative universe collab!! originally this was supposed to be a one-shot, but i eventually realized that it would be better if this was split into two! although most of the romance comes in the second part T_T i hope you like it and let me know what you think!!

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Magic was a curious thing.

Since the dawn of time, people have used magic to describe the unknown, to give meaning to the things they could not explain. That quarter you lost suddenly showing up at your feet? Magic. An electric jolt shooting through your veins after coming into contact with another? Magic. Flowers blooming amidst the cold winter? Magic.

No matter where you went or what you did, magic was everywhere. It hid itself from the world, waiting in silence for those who would come to know the beauty of it. Those who would cherish it with all their heart and soul and would never abuse it for their own selfish gain.

To the rest of the world, magic was something they could only wish to find.

But the true secret of magic remained hidden in the arms of those who could wield it.

“Don’t tell me you’re pranking someone again?” An exasperated sigh calls from behind you, and you turn around, startled to find a young man with deep violet hair haphazardly framing his face. He was staring at you with an unimpressed look as if he had gone through this exact situation plenty of times in the past, and from the way you sheepishly smile back at him, he probably had.

“Me? Pranking Someone? Why I would never!” You exclaim, faking innocence as the man gives you a knowing look, causing a groan to fall from your lips as you heave a sigh, throwing a playful glare back his way.

“Oh, come on, Hitoshi!” You whine, rolling your eyes in fake annoyance. “What harm can one prank do? It’s not even that bad!”

“Must I remind you what happened that one time you decided to prank Elder Aizawa?” You freeze in your place, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “He nearly convinced the council of elders to have you banished to the human realm! Do you not understand how grave that could have been?”

You remain silent, sulking. As much as you hated to admit it, your best friend had a point. To fairies, being banished was like a death sentence. Without any support from the all-powerful tree of life, a fairy would wither away and die just like that. It was scary to even think about it, and you were lucky that Hitoshi had somehow managed to save you from that terrible predicament.

From the very beginning, you had always been considered a peculiarity amongst the other fairies. Whereas they were graceful and elegant, you were clumsy and awkward. Where they excelled in soft chatter and gentle smiles, you reveled in chaos and the undignified.

You were an outcast amongst the fairies, but you honestly couldn’t blame them.

Fairies were the keepers of magic, after all. They were expected to uphold a particular image befitting of being wielders of the most sacred entity provided by the tree of life. Fairies were supposed to be noble and delicate. They were supposed to hold their heads up high as protectors of the supernatural. That very image, however, didn’t suit you at all.

You never understood it. Why did they take pride in being so uptight? It was boring. There was no freedom in upholding the elegance of their kind through every single thing they did. They seemed so bare as if being a fairy sucked all the life out of them. Which was ironic, considering they were supposed to be protectors of the tree of life.

“—(Y/N)? Are you even listening to me? Hello?” You snap out of your trance, looking at your friend who was staring at you with a nonchalant look on his face. Hitoshi has always been a rather unique character, even to you. He didn’t explicitly fit into the stereotypical image of a fairy, yet he was never ostracized for it. It was as if he was an exception— an anomaly from the harsh judgment of the fairy realm.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask, trying to come off as if you were paying attention when in all actuality, you weren’t. Hitoshi sighs, rolling his eyes playfully as he ruffles your head, messing up your hair in the process, causing a grunt of protest to fall from your lips. He sits beside you on the ledge you were perched atop on, staring down at the crowd of fairies below.

The two of you were apprentices to the council of elders, helping them ensure that there was order amongst the fairies. Order was essential for the protectors of the tree of life because, without it, chaos would ensue, and the world, no, the entire universe, would fall apart. The council of elders was the supreme government of the fairy world, and to be an apprentice to even one of them, was a great honor and responsibility.

You just hated all the expectations that came with it.

“What kind of prank were you supposed to play this time?” Hitoshi asks, humming as he stares up at the sky above you. You stare at the wand in your hand, puffing your cheeks in disappointment at the realization that you wouldn’t be able to pull the prank off anymore.

“Nothing much,” you mutter. “Just wanted to test out some new spells I learned the other day, and I figured why not test it out on some… unsuspecting figures.”

“(Y/N),” Hitoshi says, voice stern as if he were a mother reprimanding his child. You huff, pout forming on your lips. “You know that if any of the other elders were to find out, they’d have your apprenticeship stripped away. What would you do then?”

You stay silent, the truth in Hitoshi’s words stinging painfully, more than it should. He was right. Shunned away from your family since your coming of age, the council of elders was the only one who had accepted you, albeit reluctantly. No fairy wanted to be associated with an outcast after all. It would only tarnish that pure image they had crafted into perfection, and as prideful beings, they couldn’t have that.

If it wasn’t for Elder Yagi, the most influential fairy in the realm, then you would have been left for dead. Elder Yagi was the definition of the perfect fairy. He wasn’t just delicate and graceful on the surface; he was kind and compassionate within. Although many disagreed with his views on accepting those who didn’t fit into society’s expectations, they could never truly go against him. Because that would be like going against the very essence of fairies, after all.

So they kept their malice and disdain a secret, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and if you weren’t careful, then their next victim would be you.

“The elders are calling for you,” Hitoshi says out of the blue, causing your blood to run cold. You stare at him with a shocked expression on your face, and you couldn’t deny the fear that was beginning to bubble within. “Elder Aizawa sent me to look for you. Said they requested your presence immediately.”

There’s a solemn look on Hitoshi’s face, and you can tell beyond the surface that he’s worried. Being called upon by the council of elders meant only one of two things to a fairy: it was either they were to be punished, or they were to be rewarded. And you had done nothing of the sort to deserve a just reward.

You chuckle, looking down at your lap, not knowing what to say. You didn’t understand why what you did was so wrong. Why were they trying to punish you when all you wanted was to bring life into this otherwise dull place? No matter how hard they tried to hide it, some fairy children enjoyed your pranks, and the thought of bringing smiles to their faces was what kept you going.

You just didn’t expect to get severely punished for it, though.

“Thanks for telling me, Hitoshi,” you say, standing up, a fake smile plastered on your face in an attempt to seem as if his recent news didn’t bother you as much as it did. “Guess I better get going then, wouldn’t want Elder Aizawa to scold me for being late again.”

Hitoshi remains silent, staring up at you with an unreadable expression before letting out a sigh, standing up and ruffling your hair once more. “Stop putting up a brave face, idiot. It doesn’t suit you.” You want to protest but can’t find the courage to do so, remaining silent as the smile falls from your face. “Come on, I’ll accompany you there.”

Shocked, you look up at him, features clearly showing your surprise. “What?” He asks, scoffing. “You really think I wouldn’t accompany you to your death? You know that I’d kill to see it happen in front of my very eyes.”

You know he’s joking, trying to lighten up the mood because the nerves running through you are too much to handle. But even so, you’re grateful for it. Despite not being outright honest about it, Hitoshi still cared. He had cared for you ever since you called out one of the other fairies for calling him a disgrace the moment you first met. He had stuck with you through thick and thin and had been the only fairy to believe in you, aside from Elder Yagi.

And you couldn’t be any more grateful for it.

“Weirdo,” you call, a genuine smile forming on your lips, Hitoshi reflecting his own, albeit his was a lot less noticeable. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down the nerves that were thrumming deep beneath your skin, and nod to Hitoshi, the two of you teleporting just outside the auditorium of the council of elders.

You had always hated the auditorium. It was a dark and scary place, dimly lit, with all of the elders present atop a high porch, staring down at you like you were some inferior being to them. Whenever you were in the dark room, assisting the elders in their work, you always felt the paranoia creep up against you, begging you to just run and leave the room, even when there was no immediate danger present.

That was the effect the council of elders had always possessed since the beginning— intimidation. And you hated them for it.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the raging waves of nervousness that were thrashing wildly deep inside you. You’re shaking. You can see it in the way your hands shiver as you reach out to place a knock on the wooden doors, hesitating.

“You’ll be fine,” Hitoshi whispers, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “No matter what happens, I’ll be here, yeah?”

It’s comforting. Hitoshi isn’t one for words and prefers to show his care through subtle actions, but you know he means well. Taking another deep breath, you give your best friend a weak smile, knocking on the doors, heart heavy.

Like magic, they open, and a deep “come in” calls out to you, causing you to gulp as you nod one final time to Hitoshi before entering the auditorium, with a hopeful heart dangling on the edge of light and darkness.

The Council of Elders truly had a knack for intimidation, you think to yourself as you stare up at the seven fairies that governed the world you had come to know. They sat atop their seats (which looked more like thrones, in your opinion), staring down at you with glares on their faces.

While you had expected their hostility towards you, as you didn’t exactly have the best reputation amongst their apprentices, you were surprised that even Elder Yagi, your mentor, and father figure, was looking at you with a disappointed gaze. What was going on? What had you done wrong?

It’s then, amidst your confusion, that your eyes land on another figure present in the room. The very presence of this figure makes your blood boil in anger, and you try to suppress it with deep breaths, closing your eyes to calm yourself before meeting eyes with the said figure.

Neito. Oh, how you despised the man. Neito was one of your fellow apprentices who served the Council of Elders, specifically Elder Sekijiro, who was in charge of the vanguard— the elite force of fairies that specialized in defense, ensuring that there was peace and order in the world.

While it was an honorable position, Neito was not an honorable man in the slightest. Ever since you had met him, he had been mean and downright evil, taunting you every chance he got. He was the very reason you had gotten into trouble, multiple times, with the council. He was your mortal enemy, your archnemesis, the man you wished would fall into a puddle of shit and never come back the same.

If he was there in the room, then it only meant one thing. He had ratted you out or had made up some ridiculous story to use against you.

Typical.

Oh, how you wished you could wipe that ridiculous smirk off his face.

“(Y/N),” a voice booms and your eyes turn up to meet Grand Elder Nezu, the elder amongst all elders, the wisest and most potent fairy ever known (much to the disbelief of everyone else, as compared to Elder Yagi, Elder Nezu looked weak. But, you supposed, you shouldn’t judge someone based on appearance alone).

“I bow towards the Council of Elders,” you greet, bowing in respect. Your heart thrummed nervously within you, not sure what to think of this summon. What were they going to reprimand you for this time?

“Are you aware of the reason you’ve been summoned here today?” Grand Elder Nezu asks, looking at you with calculating eyes. You gulp, not knowing how to proceed, but figured that in a situation like this, honesty was the best policy. “Unfortunately, no, Grand Elder,” you reply, eyes cast down in respect. “I have an idea, but even so, I am still clueless to the true reason as to why I’ve been summoned.”

“Ha!” Neito exclaims, scoffing. “Look at how shameless she is, Grand Elder. Pretending to not know when she knows exactly what she’s done?”

“I beg your pardon?” You ask, feeling yourself get annoyed the more Neito stood there all high and mighty as if he were some chosen one. “I speak the truth, elders. I truly have no idea why I’ve been summoned….”

“Lies!” Neito accuses, pointing a finger at you. “How can you be so shameless after attacking me?”

You pause, blinking slowly as you try to process the ridiculous claim Neito had just presented. You? Attacking him? As much as you despised the guy, you knew that attacking another fairy was absolutely forbidden for an apprentice of the council of elders. You weren’t stupid.

“Attacking you?” You ask in disbelief. “When have I ever attacked you, Neito?”

You watch with cautious eyes as Neito smirks at you, eyes taunting as if you had played right into his trap. He grabs the hem of his dress shirt before pulling it up to reveal a massive bruise on his torso.

“You did this,” he accuses, and you can tell he’s faking it, although judging by the harsh glare you’re receiving from Elder Sekijiro, his act is actually believable. Were the elders really that vulnerable? “You attacked me because you were jealous of my achievements!”

You gape at him, not believing your eyes at the pure monstrosity that was the situation you were facing him. What kind of story was this? There was no way that the council of elders actually believed him, right? Their view of you wasn’t that bad, right?

“(Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu calls, eyes stern. “Is this true?”

“Of course not, Grand Elder!” You exclaim in protest. “What reason do I have to be jealous of Neito?”

“Don’t listen to her lies, Grand Elder!” Neito says. With the way he was acting, you swear he could get an award for being the worst and best actor of all time, and you yourself weren’t sure how that was possible. “In fact, the question we should be asking is what reason does she have to not be jealous of me? She’s an outcast. She’s been shunned by society for so long. Everyone knows she hates my guts— although I do not understand why as I’ve been nothing but nice to her— so why would she not want to sabotage me when she sees me excel?”

Scratch that best actor award, you think to yourself. The darn idiot deserved an award for being an expert manipulator. If you didn’t know better, if you weren’t sure of your truth, you would have been swayed by his words, second-guessing yourself and questioning whether or not you did attack him. But unluckily for Neito, you were one stubborn fairy, and you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“You? Nice to me?” you say, seething, much to the shock of everyone in the room. “Grand Elder, what Neito is saying is absolutely preposterous! Yes, it is true that I hate his guts, but that’s because ever since I’ve been an apprentice, he’s made my life a living hell! And besides, this apprenticeship is all I have. If I do anything to jeopardize it, I would have nowhere to go; I’d basically be dead. Why would I risk it because of one person? And Neito, for that matter!”

You honestly didn’t mean to let your emotions slip like that. But you couldn’t help it. It infuriated you that the council would be willing to believe Neito. Neito who had everything, who had a choice to leave or not, who had a family to return to. Neito who didn’t understand how much pain you were going through, how much torment plagued your heart. He didn’t and would never understand. That’s what privilege does to a person.

“Grand Elder—” Neito begins, and you swear if he spits any more lies, you would genuinely launch at him and smack him in the face. But before you could make a move, the Grand Elder raises his hand, causing silence to settle in the room.

“—Enough.” Grand Elder Nezu’s voice booms throughout the empty room, causing the two of you to halt in your banter, bowing in shame and obedience. “The council has heard both sides and are appalled by the disgrace exuded by both fairies, especially you young Neito.”

You can see the way Neito clenches his fist, glaring at the ground below him, and you can almost imagine the way he thinks the floor is your head, glaring daggers at it for causing him to be criticized by the grand elder of all fairies. But that was the least of your concerns, as you can feel their disappointed glances lying on you as well.

“For your misconduct, both of you will receive punishment. However, young (Y/N), because of your alleged behavior and misdeeds, we will have to take extra precautions to ensure that this does not happen again.” You can feel your heart beating rapidly within your chest. What kind of punishment was he going to give? You hoped you weren’t going to get banished because you couldn’t stand the thought of not having to see the people you cherished ever again.

But whatever the council says, goes, and no fairy, no matter how powerful they were in society, could deny their final verdict.

“For your punishment, young Neito, you will be serving under Elder Aizawa until the Purification Ceremony next fall.” From where you stood, you could see Neito jolt up in fear, eyes pleading with the Grand Elder silently, as if he were begging them to give him any other punishment instead.

Elder Aizawa was the dean of the academy all fairies were expected to graduate from. And, as a dean should, he was incredibly strict and was known for ruling over his apprentices with an iron fist. Amongst all the elders of the council, he was the one most hoped to avoid serving under, and if you were sent to serve under him, then it meant that you had done something extremely bad.

Although, sometimes you could hardly believe those rumors, considering Hitoshi himself served under Elder Aizawa. But perhaps that was because the said elder treated Hitoshi like he was his own son, much like Elder Yagi did to you.

As much as Neito wanted to protest, to exclaim how preposterous it was for a fairy from the noble family of Monoma to not serve through the vanguard, he couldn’t. The elders’ eyes pierced through him, and it was incredibly nerve-wracking once he felt the menacing glare of Elder Sekijiro on him. Even his own master thought he deserved to be punished. What a shame.

With his head bowed low, Neito grits his teeth, bowing towards the council. “I humbly accept this punishment bestowed upon me by the Council of Elders and pledge to fulfill it until I am deemed worthy once more.” His words contain malice, and you can tell he was trying to control himself from lashing out and making the situation even worse. It was a blow to his pride, after all, that he would get punished after trying to bring someone ‘beneath’ him down.

Just as he’s about to take his leave, he stops beside you, and it almost feels as if he’s glaring at your soul, cursing it for the things you’ve done to him, although reality has proved that you’ve done nothing wrong. “Just you wait,” he whispers, low enough for only you to hear. “I’ll get you back someday,” and then he leaves, closing the wooden doors shut behind him.

The silence that envelopes the auditorium is uncanny, you think to yourself. Maybe it was because you were still getting the chills from the words Neito had whispered into your ear. Or perhaps it was because of the unreadable yet at the same time uncomfortable stares the council was throwing your way. Either way, the silence made you want to drown. To hide in the comforts of your room and stay there until the coast was clear.

“Young (Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu begins, and you gulp, hoping for the best yet expecting the worst. “As for your punishment, you will be reassigned to another group of apprentice fairies under my guidance— the god fairies.”

What?

...God Fairies?

Grand Elder Nezu smiles softly at the look on your face before clearing his throat and continuing, trusting that you would be able to keep up with him. In his eyes, you were a rather intelligent fairy after all. Strange, but brilliant nonetheless.

“The God Fairies are a special elite force of apprentices under my supervision. It’s composed of fairies deemed problematic by the standards of our society and utilizes their uniqueness to serve our realm for the better good.”

You wanted to scoff. Rather than an elite force, it sounded like a group of slaves forced to listen to the Grand Elder, with an even more severe punishment dangling above their heads. A suiting sentence disguised as an honor.

“I know what you’re thinking, young (Y/N),” Grand Elder Nezu says with a knowing look. “However, this elite force is infinitely more important than any other group in the fairy realm, as they help sustain our influence over the humans.”

Confused, you look up to him, a million questions dancing within your eyes. Influence over humans? What exactly did he mean by that? Back at the academy, the older fairies had always taught you that humans and fairies never, under any circumstance, interacted with each other. It was forbidden. Interacting with humans was too dangerous as they were greedy and vile beings who would only seize magic for their own selfish gain should they even catch one whiff of it.

Magic was not meant to fall into human hands. That was just the way the world worked. So why was the Grand Elder telling you otherwise?

“The God Fairies help ensure that the humans’ belief in magic remains strong,” Grand Elder Nezu continues, even though you were still trying to comprehend what he had said prior. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Being the Grand Elder had numerous responsibilities involved, and those responsibilities waited for no one, not even him.

“You see, young (Y/N), as the years have passed, we, the council, have come across an alarming discovery,” you look up to the council tentatively, choosing to merely listen as trying to process their words in real time was proving to be complicated. “The tree of life that we have grown to cherish for over a millennium has weakened.”

A soft gasp leaves your lips, and rightfully so. The tree of life was the lifeline of the fairies. It was literally their world, giving life to everything they had ever come to know. The tree of life was what made fairies, fairies, providing them with their gorgeous translucent wings and copious amount of magic to have every other supernatural being out there jealous.

If it were to weaken and somehow die, then that would mean the end of the fairies. And that was a thought even more terrifying than the prospect of banishment.

“Fear not, young (Y/N),” This time, Elder Yagi decides to speak up, sensing the inherent panic and fear in your eyes. Elder Yagi always had a knack for reading your emotions, much like Hitoshi. Sometimes you wondered if that chalked up to you wearing your heart on your sleeve for everyone else to easily trample over, but that hadn’t been the case the more you got to know Elder Yagi and Hitoshi.

They both took your heart within their arms and cherished it like it was their own, even if the way they showed that care differed and was sometimes unnoticeable. Elder Yagi’s words, masked by his usual patriotic smile, were his way of comforting you when the going got rough. And for that, you would forever be thankful.

“We’ve discovered a new way to harness the magic we fairies so desperately need,” Elder Yagi continues, his smile never leaving. “And that solution lies in the humans.”

The moment the word human leaves Elder Yagi’s mouth, Elder Aizawa sneers in disgust, rolling his eyes, and from the opposite side of him, you can see Elder Sekijiro do the same. It wasn’t something new. After all, with the divide and disdain of the fairies towards fellow fae who wouldn’t live up to their noble standards, their disgust was only further amplified with the knowledge that other inferior beings, such as humans, existed. Even with their inferiority, they were beginning to push the fairies to the brink of a calamity with how much they were destroying the order of nature.

So you understood that there was an even greater prejudice towards humans, and you could feel nothing but sympathy and agony, knowing precisely what it feels like to be on the receiving end of such animosity.

“The humans,” Elder Yagi continues, not paying much mind to the disheartened expressions on his fellow elders’ (with the exception of the Grand Elder) faces. “Surprisingly, have an innate source of magic within them, much different from our own.”

Confused, you look up at the kind elder, allowing yourself to show a little emotion with the way he looks down kindly at you as if he were a father talking towards his child. Elder Yagi had always guided you when you felt lost amidst the noble fairies that served under the council and was more than happy to help you with whatever you needed.

Yet, currently, Elder Yagi was the main source of your confusion.

“When a human begins to believe in the supernatural, their innate magic ability awakens and pours out of them like waves, and when they sustain that belief? That innate magic becomes stronger.” It’s a revolutionary discovery, in your eyes. Humans had always been thought of as useless. But more than that, the council had constantly reminded the fairies to stray away from them, as no one knows what hidden malice the humans could have, despite the disbelief of your fellow fae.

“This is why we have formed the God Fairies, to ensure that the humans’ magic will be sustained and harnessed for our survival.” Elder Yagi looks at you, and you feel yourself flinch at the serious glance on his face, something that you knew wasn’t usual for the strong fairy. “Do you understand, young (Y/N)?”

The only thing you have the courage to do at the moment is nod, not trusting the thoughts that were lit ablaze in your mind, chaotic and unhinged. You knew that if you were to speak, your words would have most likely enraged the council as you currently had no control over them.

“Good.” Grand Elder Nezu says after a few moments of silence. “In line with this, we will be assigning you, young (Y/N), to a human. Your punishment, or in this case, mission is to ensure that you’ve collected enough magic to sustain a family of fairies the same size as Young Neito’s.”

Your eyes widen, and you divert your attention towards Elder Yagi, begging him to say that the Grand Elder’s words were not true. But when you see Elder Aizawa sport a sinister grin from the corner of your eye, you feel your heart sink. As much as you hated Neito, he was a powerful fairy who came from a highly influential family within the realm. It was the reason why he was in the vanguard. After all, his family’s influence has been his threshold throughout the days you knew each other.

And for a family as prominent in magical combat as his, they needed copious amounts of magic. An amount that you were sure couldn’t be collected by one fairy. In fact, the powerful fairies of the realm often sourced their innate magic directly from the elders themselves, a privilege that not many were able to enjoy.

This was a punishment, after all. Great. Just Great.

“I understand, Grand Elder,” you say after finally composing yourself. You can feel the dread gradually sink in, and your mind races with worry at the thought of having to go through the daunting task. “I will do as you desire. For the glory of the fae.”

You can sense the satisfied yet cunning smiles of the council, pleased with your decision, and you heave a sigh, unsure of what the future could have in store.

You could only hope that you wouldn’t be screwed over in the process.

The human realm was fascinating, to say the least.

When you first stepped foot on the lush forest of the realm, just on the outskirts of a bustling city, you couldn’t help but feel amazed. No amount of preparation from the elders or your friends could truly prepare you for this moment.

For the past few weeks, Grand Elder Nezu and Elder Yagi had been preparing you extensively for this mission. They briefed you on the does and don’ts of a fairy entering the human realm, bragged about other god fairies who had succeeded in securing a sustainable amount of magic for the fairies, and just boasted.

There was no comfort nor reassurance from either elder, which you had expected from Elder Yagi, but as you had come to find out, it seemed as if your father figure was still disappointed in you, causing your heart to sink. Did he really believe that you deserved to be punished?

You couldn’t even get this heavy feeling out of your chest. The worst part is that you couldn’t consult your best friend, Hitoshi, at all about this matter. Hitoshi had no knowledge of the god fairies as he had been a devout apprentice under Elder Aizawa’s care. He had no reason to know about it, he was already doing great, and that thought made your stomach churn.

You desperately wanted to confide in him, to spill your fears and anxieties for him to hear. No matter how insufferable Hitoshi was, he was a great listener and a great friend.

Gosh, you haven’t even spent one second in the Human Realm, and you were already feeling sick to your core.

At least the view made it better.

The council of elders had decided to assign you to a human living in the Musutafu Empire, nestled in the far east of the mortal realm. The Empire was drastically different from your own simple abode back in the fairy realm. Whereas yours was deeply rooted in nature, theirs was thriving on industrial roots.

You couldn’t explain it, but the way they structured their buildings and houses was beautiful. It was a whole different style from what you were used to back home, with high walls and rowdy streets. The people were smiling, clad in clothing that was tight yet loose at the same time, with a ribbon wrapped securely around their waists. Far different from the flowy garments that you had back in the fairy realm.

As you made your way to the capital, marveling at all the new sights that were capturing your eyes, you couldn’t help but wonder what the human assigned to you was like. Would he be stuck up like all the fairies you had come to know? Or would he be kind, much like Elder Yagi and Hitoshi were? The curiosity burned deep inside you, and you found yourself brimming with excitement at the thought of meeting him.

Your mission was fairly simple if you could take away the fact that you had to harvest an impossible amount of magic. You were to watch over a selected human, who the council deemed had the potential to unlock their innate magic and help them when they most needed it.

Almost as if you were someone who granted wishes, was what Grand Elder Nezu said. Granting wishes was the most effective way to strengthen the human’s belief in magic, allowing their own to flow out for the taking. Of course, there were other ways, such as haunting the humans or causing supernatural disasters that didn’t make sense. But such methods were unbecoming of fairies, and you couldn’t help but groan at the thought.

Haunting seemed fun, after all. Almost as if you were constantly playing a prank on an unassuming human. You would have killed for that to be your punishment instead.

But no. You were stuck with granting wishes, albeit not as often, as showing too much magic mind taint the human with greed and desire. Something that no fairy wanted.

Checking on the special compass that the elders had given you prior to your journey, you make your way towards your assigned human, gaping in awe at the view of the capital down below you. Of course, with the magic you held, they wouldn’t be able to see you as you had concealed yourself prior, but you wished they could. It would have been fun to see their shell-shocked expressions. Maybe that was a more efficient way of harnessing their magic?

Or, rather than being an efficient method, it was most likely going to be a one-way ticket to banishment from the fairy realm, aka an express ride towards death, something you wanted to avoid at all costs.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you spot the house of the human the elders had assigned to you. It was big, much larger than your own humble cottage back in the fairy realm, yet, even so, it didn’t compare to the ginormous estates that lay north of the house, almost as if it belonged perfectly in the middle.

You gasped at the tranquility of the mansion, almost as if you had once again been transported into another world. It was almost as if in this home, time stopped, and peace overflowed. You perched yourself atop a sturdy branch, looking around and admiring the view.

But peace doesn’t last for long because all of a sudden, a slam rings through the air, and you watch curiously as a large man, who oddly enough looks similar to Elder Sekijiro, although that was probably a figment of your imagination, there was no way the frightening elder would actually be in the human realm, stumbles into view.

The large man looked pissed, you noticed, as he dragged something behind him, and it’s only till the large man threw whatever he was carrying harshly unto the tree you were perched on did you realize that what the man had dragged wasn’t just a thing, but rather it was a person.

You gasp, heart breaking at the sight of the young boy. From where you sat above him, you could tell that he was covered with bruises all over, with a ghastly scar covering one of his eyes. The poor boy looked so weak and frail that you wanted nothing more than to steal the boy away and tend to him until he could stand on his own two feet one more. It was cruel. Was this the doing of that man?

You look up, and it’s only then that you notice a few more children looking at the scene below you with different expressions on their faces. There were about three of them; two boys and one girl. The tallest and assumably the eldest had an unbothered look on his face as if he couldn’t care less about the poor boy who had just been thrown into a three. The second boy, with snow-white hair, sported a sadistic grin as if he were enjoying seeing the young boy in pain. And the girl? The girl, who looked so sweet and innocent, held eyes of pure disgust as she clutched her teddy bear tighter to her chest, almost as if she were glaring at the young boy.

Was this the kid’s family?

“Shoto!” The large man, whom you had deduced to be the father, screamed. You flinch at the loudness of his voice, intimidation flowing out of him in waves, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You look down, heart hurting at the sight of the young boy cowering in fear, but he still kept a brave face. Well, as much as he could do in that situation.

“You dare disobey your brother?” He continues, tone raising more and more as his fists clench. “How many times have I told you to listen to your siblings? They’re much older, stronger, and smarter than a little piece of shit like you. Heck, even Fuyumi, who’s a girl, is much more dignified than your pathetic ass!”

The more words fell from the man’s mouth, the more you wished to hex him with forbidden magic. Although doing so would only make your punishment worse. The elders were strict about black magic, after all. Anyone who even showed a little bit of interest was considered a threat and was sent to conduct punishments almost immediately. It was cruel, but you were on wit’s end because nowhere had you seen a vile man like him.

“It’s true, father!” The second sibling says, the sinister grin on his lips only growing. “I had asked Shoto nicely to help with my chores because I wanted to get more practice in for the royal knights’ examination, but he had the audacity to retaliate with the excuse that he already had chores to do.” The kid scoffs, rolling his eyes in the process. “He barely does anything in this house, yet he’s a burden to those of us who actually are? Father, he deserves punishment!”

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as if you were getting deja vu from this situation. The look on that kid’s face painfully reminded you of Neito, and you couldn’t help the gut feeling that made you believe that what the kid was saying was far from the truth.

“Shameful!” The father says, raising a hand to slap the young child to the side, and you gasp in horror wanting nothing more to interfere, yet the Grand Elder’s words ring harshly in your ear. There needs to be a balance. He had said. It would plunge the realms into total chaos if more than one human discovered the reality of magic simultaneously, especially those with foul intentions.

You couldn’t reveal yourself, not yet, at least. Yet, at the same time, you wanted to curse the elders back home, for they had assigned to you a child who was literally experiencing hell on earth and only gave you limited movement to help.

You watch, feeling the tears threaten to fall as the damn bastard of a father lands another punch towards his son, to the point where he begins to cough blood. Your eyes widen in horror as you hear the other children’s cheers. Why were they like this? Weren’t they family? Why were they treating one of their own like he wasn’t? He didn’t deserve this. He was only but a child!

When the father was finally finished with his rain of terror, you couldn’t help but release the breath you were holding in. Finally, it was over. But as if he couldn’t get any worse, the father towers over him, blue eyes boring into his kids. “If I see any of these bruises and wounds healed,” he whispers just enough for only Shoto to hear, but with your heightened senses, you couldn’t help but listen in. “Then you will get a beating far worse than this one. Do you understand?”

The kid nods weakly, not having the strength to communicate properly, causing the father to glare at him harder. “You are a disgrace to the Todoroki name, Shoto. Never forget that.”

And just like that, he leaves, the children following closely behind with mocking looks on their faces. The second sibling even goes so far as to spit on his youngest brother, causing you to clench your fists in anger, wanting to teach that kid a lesson. What kind of twisted personality did he have? Why was he treating his family like this? You just couldn’t understand.

When they finally leave, leaving the young kid on the rough ground, wallowing in his misery and pain, you find it in yourself to come down and take action. What action, you may ask? You weren’t quite sure yourself, but every fiber in your being was begging you to do something to help the poor child.

You kneel beside the beaten-up boy, weaving your hand through his dirtied hair. The boy looked like he hadn’t even been given an ounce of care throughout his life. How could this be? Wasn’t a family supposed to love each other? But you knew yourself that not all families were like that, only the lucky ones.

The world, no matter what realm you were in, was cruel and cold to those who didn’t fit in, to those that made them feel sick. Within your heart, you knew exactly what the young child was feeling, although only to a certain extent as it could never compare to the feeling of getting beaten up by the people you were supposed to love on a day-to-day basis.

But you too had been abandoned, you too had been ridiculed, and you knew how much that pain could carry through the rest of one’s life. The pain never truly goes away. It would only get buried, waiting for the moment it could come back to life. And if that pain was prolonged? Then that would only make things worse.

So you decided, with a firm grip on your heart, that until you had to leave, you would be there for this child. More than punishment, more than a duty you had to fulfill, you would be there for him until the very end.

That was a promise.

Todoroki Shoto had never known love.

For as long as he could remember, ever since the day he was born, his family had hated him. For what reason? He couldn’t quite comprehend, but now that he was a bit older, he understood to some extent.

His birth had caused his mother to die.

It was something that his family reminded him of every day. Whenever his brother, Natsuo, forced him to do his share of chores, he would always add in a snarky remark saying how it was the least he could do since he took his mother away from him. It hurt, but he couldn’t argue. It was the truth, after all. Him being born into the world had caused their own mother to leave it. It was only natural for his family to hate him.

From what he had heard, his mother was a very kind woman. With the same snow-white hair that covered half of his head, Todoroki Rei was known to be an angel. She was kind, always selflessly showing her love, and in turn, everyone loved her for it. She was the life of the party, even though she was frail, and never failed to make everyone around her smile. She was what one would consider the embodiment of good.

And Shoto had taken her away from them.

Everyone in the Todoroki household hated him, even the servants. How dare a useless child like him take away their mistress? How dare he live on as if nothing was wrong when he was the very reason that the light of the Todoroki household dimmed out. He was a despicable child in the eyes of everyone else, one that never deserved love.

So they fed him moldy bread and spoiled milk, rotten fruits, and water that was clearly full of filth. They wanted him to die, to pay for taking their mistress away from them. And no one in his family ever stood up for him.

His eldest brother Touya never even spoke to him. It was as if he was actively trying to ignore the kid. Whenever Shoto went up to talk to his brother, he would simply pass him by as if Shoto didn’t even exist. Yet whenever Shoto would catch peeks of the family eating a nice supper over the dinner table, his brother was actively engaging in conversation, causing an arrow to go through his heart at the realization that Touya truly did intend to ignore him.

His second brother, Natsuo, was no better. The only difference was that he actively tried to make Shoto’s life a living hell more than it already was. Natsuo took all his anger and grief out on the young child with snarky remarks and condescending tones. There was even a slap on the cheek every now and then, to which he would complain that it was Shoto who assaulted him, even though it was far from the truth. And everyone would believe him. Because who would believe the words of a child whose birth meant the death of another?

Then there was Fuyumi, his only sister. She sported that same gentle nature as his mother, according to the house servants, yet to Shoto, she was a wicked and cruel child. She was petty, treating Shoto as if he were a slave. When her favorite tea was too hot for her liking, she spilled the scalding hot drink all over him, soon after berating and slapping him for letting the said liquid fall onto her plush carpet. It made no sense, but Shoto could never complain. Fuyumi was the darling of the family, after all.

But his father? He was the worst of them all.

Todoroki Enji was a curious man, to say the least. As one of the leading figures of the oldest families of the Musutafu Empire, his very presence brought tremendous waves of awe among the masses. The Todoroki family was one of the most revered families in the whole empire, and everyone had always looked up to them, seeing them as the perfect family.

But Todoroki Enji had taken that image of perfection into heart, and it showed through the things he did behind closed doors. Rei’s death hit him the hardest, not because he was heartbroken that his other half died, but rather it was because that image of perfection had been broken into pieces, and he loathed it. He hated the pitiful gazes of the masses, as they stared at him as if he wasn’t the perfect being they needed him to be. It enraged him to no end. And the only outlet of this burning rage was the cause of all this brokenness, his own son.

Everything Shoto did angered him. Even taking a breath angered him. Every action, look, and word that came from the young child infuriated the head of the house, and he couldn’t help but take it out on him. Treating Shoto like he wasn’t a child but rather an enemy on the battlefield. Every day he would ruthlessly beat Shoto up until he felt satisfied, leaving Shoto battered and bruised with no chance of recovery. It was terrible, something anyone with a heart would hate, yet all those who resided in the Todoroki Mansion thrived on his misery.

So yeah, all his life, Todoroki Shoto had never known love.

But when he feels a hand gently caress his face, brushing his dirtied hair off of his face and running a thumb over his bruising cheek, he wonders if maybe this was it. Whoever was touching him had such a gentle and soft touch, a touch that he’s never felt before in his life. It was warm, far different from the cold caresses of his family. He wanted nothing more than to stay in the comfort of this warmth. But what if this was just a figment of his imagination?

He opens his eyes slowly, bearing through the pain and heaviness that came with it, and his gaze meets yours, and he’s blown away.

Your eyes look at him with sincere kindness, one that Shoto has never seen before in his life. He’s only been alive for a few years or so, and he can tell that this was what was right. Not his family, not the servants treating him with extreme hostility. No, you, a stranger he had never seen in his entire life, was already treating him way better than the whole world would ever treat him. And it had only been a few seconds since his eyes met yours.

“W-who…” he stutters, blinking wearily as if he wanted to get a closer look, but you shush him with gentle whispers, continuing to weave your hands through his dual-colored hair that looked stunning under the sunlight, even if it was smeared to no end.

“Shh, don’t speak, child,” you say, motherly instincts that you were unaware of surfacing. “You are injured. Speaking will only make it worse.”

Shoto nods, staying silent as you continue to run your fingers through his hair. Suddenly a surge of warmth rushes through his body, and he watches amazed as the pain from his father’s beating slowly goes away, even if the bruises didn’t disappear.

“There, that should do the trick!” You say, smiling brightly and voice cheery in an attempt to console the young child. Shoto slowly sits up from where he laid on the hard ground, looking at his hands in awe. How did you do that? How did you make all the pain disappear?

“I apologize,” you say, looking sheepishly at Shoto once you noticed he was staring at his arms in awe. “Your father mentioned that he would hurt you even more if your injuries are healed, so I’m only able to make the physical pain go away, but the wounds remain. I hope that’s alright.”

It’s more than alright, Shoto thinks to himself as he looks at you in awe. Shoto had never felt this alive before. It was as if his energy was restored and multiplied as if the numbness that had accumulated from the years of beating had vanished without a trace.

“Thank you,” he finally says, not having the courage to spill his heart out in fear that you would take his feelings and crush them in the blink of an eye. If Shoto were to be honest, if anyone else aside from the people he had come to know were to berate him more than he already was on a daily basis, then he would truly crumble.

“But… who are you?” He asks, finally coming to his senses. “Why are you here? It’s dangerous. If father finds out, then you—”

“—Do not worry child, I will be fine.” You’re doing better than expected despite the rapid beating of your heart from how nervous you were. You really hated this motherly image you were exuding, wanting nothing more than to be as carefree as you usually were, but first impressions were important, and you had to time things just right.

You smile, looking at Shoto with the kindest gaze you could muster, patting him gently on the head in the process.

“I’m your fairy godmother, after all.”

“F-fairy g-godmother?” Shoto asks, clearly confused. You giggle at his perplexed expression, amused. It was fascinating how the child still seemed to be as innocent despite the harsh realities he had been through. He was a strong human, you supposed. And quite an adorable one too.

“Yes, child,” you say once more, standing up and bringing Shoto up with you, although he stumbles, legs weak from being on the ground for too long, but you’re quick to catch him, giggling once more at the flustered expression on his face.

“I’m your fairy godmother,” you repeat, lines poised and precise like you had been trained to from the Grand Elder. “And as your fairy godmother, I’ll be here to make sure that your pain will be more bearable until you can fly free on your own.”

“Fly?” The young child asks excitedly, eyes beaming. “Will I be able to fly someday?”

“Not in the literal sense, child.” You giggle, the tiny human bringing the weight of the world off your shoulders. It was refreshing to interact with him. Perhaps this was why parents decide to have children. They were oh so loveable when they were young. You could only hope that the pureness of his heart wouldn’t be tainted even further by the harsh reality of his family’s disdain.

“But you’ll understand what I mean very soon,” you say, kneeling down towards his level. “And until then, I’ll be your wings, alright?”

It’s clear that Shoto doesn’t understand a word you’re saying, but that’s alright. He doesn’t need to understand at the moment. He just needs to believe. And from the pure amazement and wonder in his eyes, it looks as if he’s already on a one-way track towards it.

“Now, child, before I send you off, you must remember something very important.” You say, tone a bit sterner as Shoto gulps, nodding his head and turning his full attention towards you. His concerned and slightly worried look on his face makes you want to break your facade and laugh along with him. But this truly was an important matter, and if you didn’t drill it into his brain, then your mission would have been all for naught.

“Under no circumstance, must you tell of my existence to another soul, do you understand?” There’s uncertainty in the child’s gaze as if he doesn’t truly understand the weight of your words, but he nods nonetheless, agreeing. “Not your father,” you continue, hoping to make your point a bit clearer. “Nor your siblings, nor any stranger that you come across. You can’t reveal my existence to anyone, understand? This is a secret between you and me. Can you keep it?”

A beat of silence passes the two of you as Shoto lets the words sink in. He truly doesn’t understand why he can’t tell anyone else about you. It didn’t make sense to him. Weren’t you supposed to make his pain more bearable? Then why couldn’t you do that in the form of mending his relationship with his family? It saddened Shoto because in the few moments you had spent together, in those few minutes he got to know you, Shoto already considered you a friend. His first friend, in fact.

Why couldn’t he show you off?

Maybe it had to do with the fact that you, too, would get punished by his father if he were to reveal your existence. His father was a terrifying man. If he wanted something, then he would get it, no matter how difficult it was to obtain. His father held himself in high regard. And anyone who didn’t fit his standards was considered worthless and useless. If he were to find out that you were associated with him, the failure of the family, then who knows what his father would do to you?

He wouldn’t allow that. He couldn’t allow that. You were the first person to show him kindness, and he couldn’t just let you slip away. That would break him to the point of no return.

“Sure,” Shoto mumbles shyly, a bashful smile forming on his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t have guessed that this child was frequently beaten up by his family, much less hated by them. He seemed like a great kid, who needed a friend to stand by him, and although Grand Elder Nezu and Elder Yagi had strictly advised you against being too attached to your assigned human, you couldn’t help it.

Who were you to ignore such a loveable child?

You smile, the sternness gradually leaving your face, and raise your hand towards him, pinky pointing out. “Promise?” Shoto looks at you before his eyes dart to your outstretched finger, bewildered and unsure.

“This is a pinky promise,” you say, realizing that he didn’t understand what you were trying to do. “When we link our pinkies together like this,” you continue, intertwining your pinky with his and locking them together. “Then that means our promise is sealed in stone and can never ever be broken.”

You give Shoto a small smile, your other hand reaching out to pat his head gently, while Shoto looks at your intertwined pinkies in awe and admiration.

In his haze, you finally stand up, your heightened senses hearing angered footsteps approaching, and you look worriedly at Shoto, hesitant to leave.

“I have to go now,” you say, heartbreaking at the way his expression falls from his face, replaced with a disappointed one.

“But don’t worry, I’ll be back.” You’re quick to reassure him, waving your hands frantically as you give off a sheepish smile. “I’ll be back when you need me the most,” you clarify, panic rushing in as the hurried footsteps become louder.

“Promise?” Shoto asks, stretching out his own pinky to you, reflecting what you had just taught him. This catches you by surprise, but you’re quick to smile, intertwining your pinkies once more.

“I promise,” you genuinely whisper, watching with mirth in your heart as Shoto looks up at you with a warm smile of his own, eyes looking at you tenderly as if he were sending you off.

And just like that, you vanish, much to Shoto’s shock, as the sliding door behind him slams open, and a servant comes out storming towards him angrily. But honestly, Shoto couldn’t care less.

Even as the servant berated him and dragged him harshly back into the mansion, Shoto couldn’t help but feel all warm and giddy inside. He had made his first friend.

And that was more than anything he could ever ask for.

Ever since your first meeting with Shoto, you had begun to grow closer towards the abused child, feeling a connection start to grow.

Of course, you didn’t show yourself to him as often as you wanted to, as you had your own limitations. Because as the council had told you before your departure, they were watching. And that was a frightening thought to ever take for granted.

It was too risky to put your personal desires over your duty at the forefront, so you had to work your way around the rules laid down by the Grand Elder. You had to be sharp, had to show your support and friendship in other more mundane ways so Shoto would continue to believe.

You were still a fairy on a mission, after all.

Harnessing magic wasn’t a one-time thing. If it were, then the council would have easily done it by now. The truth of the matter was that cultivating the magic out of humans required time, effort, and care— a feat that was far too tedious for the council to partake in, which was why it was up to the God fairies to carry it out.

As the relationship between a god fairy and their assigned human continued to grow, so would the amount of magic present within the human. Once it got to its breaking point, then the god fairy would immediately harness it, marking the end of their relationship and causing the human to never believe in magic again.

It was a cruel process but one you couldn’t avoid as it meant your life or death. But the more time you spend with Shoto, the more your resolve seems to break, and you begin to question whether or not you could actually pull through with what you were meant to do.

The door slides open, snapping you away from your train of thought, and in walks Shoto, a new bruise forming over his right eye.

Even if you couldn’t show yourself on a daily basis, you still made your presence known to Shoto through small acts of magic, ones that wouldn’t be considered overboard by the Grand Elder. You would have followed Shoto everywhere he went, watching his every move and ensuring that he was safe, but in a way, it made you uncomfortable.

And you couldn’t stand seeing the way his family and servants treated him. It was too cruel. You were sure that if you spent any second longer seeing his siblings ridicule him or his father punch him, then you would lose control. And everything that you had worked desperately for would have gone to waste, which was why you distanced yourself from the young child whenever he was around others. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help it. It was for the best; you tried to convince yourself. You were doing the right thing.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t help him at all. As Shoto quickly makes his way to his worn-out futon, wincing in pain at all the bruises his father had given him from the day’s beating, you couldn’t help but fuss over him, immediately reaching out to take the pain away in your invisible state, external wounds remaining.

“Fairy Godmother?” Shoto calls out weakly, feeling the pain leave him gradually as warmth replaces it. His eyes feel lighter, and he finally works the courage to open them fully, only to be met with his dark room. You were still invisible. You hadn’t shown yourself just yet. “Are you there?”

You wanted to respond. You desperately do. But the weight of your duty weighs heavy on your shoulders, and you hesitate, unsure whether or not you would reach out to him. You two were close, that was for sure. Throughout the few months of your ‘friendship’ with Shoto (if you could call it that), you had come to know just how precious the child truly was. Even after all the hardships and suffering that overcame him, he was still bright and innocent, something you never entirely understood, but you supposed that was what made Shoto… Shoto.

“Fairy Godmother?” Shoto calls out again, this time a little more desperate. His eyes dart around, trying to find you, but you were nowhere to be seen. All he wanted was to see you again. Sure, you had in some way, shape, and form always made your presence known through your kind acts, but it didn’t feel complete. It was as if Shoto was talking to a ghost, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to speak to his friend, the one person who made him see the light in what seemed like a never-ending darkness.

“Please,” he whispers like a prayer, hoping that you would show yourself. “Are you there?”

You couldn’t take it. This was torture to you. You knew you would get reprimanded either way, but as a fairy tasked with the responsibility of taking care of this child, you had to do it. He was practically crying out at this point. What kind of soul wouldn’t help him?

“I am here, Shoto,” you say, finally revealing yourself, and you feel yourself wince at the tears of relief that slip past the young child’s eyes. “I am here.”

Almost immediately, Shoto lunges at you, wrapping you in the tightest embrace he could muster. Was this real? He thought to himself. Were you actually here? This wasn’t a dream, right? What if you left him for good? He didn’t think his heart could handle that.

“You’re here!” He whispers, nuzzling into your stomach, giggling. “You’re actually here!” How could a child be so precious? You wonder to yourself. He was so innocent and pure. Why was his family hurting him like he wasn’t? From the time you had come to know Shoto, you could tell that he was a kind soul. He didn’t deserve any of the pain inflicted by his family. He deserved nothing but love and happiness. You just wished you had the authority to give it to him.

But alas, even with your freedom came chains that sought to bind you to the harsh realities of the world.

“Yes, I am, Shoto,” you giggle, running your hand soothingly through his hair, knowing how much comfort it brought the young child. “What is it that you need?”

“Nothing really,” Shoto replies after a while, merely basking in your warmth for as long as he could. “I just wanted to see you again.”

If Shoto were, to be honest, he was afraid that you were merely a product of his own imagination. His family often mocked him for it, calling him delusional in every way they could. Delusional for thinking he was loved; Delusional for thinking he deserved to be loved, and more so delusional for thinking that he could actually receive love from his family.

He was raised to believe that in one way or another, he was delusional, so somewhere deep down inside him, he thought that maybe you were a product of his delusions too.

But here you were, smiling down at him with such tenderness and care that Shoto knew you were anything but a delusion. He smiles brightly, the pain from earlier slowly melting away in your presence, and he drags you with his little hands towards his small, worn-out mattress, encouraging you to sit.

You follow him, eyes frowning at the state of his mattress. This was no way to treat a human being. Even back in the fairy realm, although it was clear that many were not fond of you, they still gave you common courtesy and respect as any other living being should. What Shoto’s family was doing to him was horrible, and you wish you could bring him out of it.

“Could you tell me a story?” Shoto asks out of the blue, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. “A story?” You repeat, unsure if you heard him correctly. Shoto nods, moving to lift a part of his mattress off the ground to reveal a hidden pile of storybooks that you never knew existed.

“My father doesn’t let me read,” he whispers, fingers darting over the dusty covers. “Says I’m not worthy of it.” Your hands clenched into fists beside you as you tried not to let your anger show, but Shoto could feel it slowly dripping off you in waves. “It’s fine, though,” he says, trying to reassure you that he wasn’t as affected by it as he truly was. “I’m used to it….”

A beat of silence passes the two of you as you look at the solemn gaze on Shoto’s face as he continues to run his fingers through the cover of the worn book longingly. With a sigh, you gently take Shoto into your arms, catching the young boy by surprise.

“You don’t have to hide in front of me, you know?” You say, seemingly scolding the child, but your tone was light, a small smile making its way to your face. “Friends don’t hide things from each other.”

From where he sat in your lap, Shoto looks at you with a bewildered gaze on his face, as if he were mesmerized. You simply smile at him, taking the book gently from his arms and opening it to the first page.

“I’ll help you learn how to read,” you say, finally clearing up your actions. “Isn’t that what you truly want?”

Shoto doesn’t say anything, but you can tell from the tears that are about to fall from his eyes that this was indeed his genuine desire. It pained you. Reading was something many took for granted, but as you see the absolute joy on Shoto’s face as he brought his attention back to the book in excitement, you realize that this was a gift.

You had the power to help this child beyond magic. And that was something you would use to your advantage, no matter the consequence.

You just wished that you would have done a better job at keeping it lowkey. Because as you guide Shoto in reading the story he had picked for the night, You don’t notice the gap between his door and the wall, a result of Shoto not closing the door properly from his weakened state and as a result, a young girl was standing on the opposite side of the door, eyes widened in horror and disgust at the sight she was seeing.

This wasn’t going to go well.

The next few days, Shoto honestly felt like he was in bliss.

No matter how horribly his family and servants treated him, nothing could shake the happiness he felt within his heart. Perhaps it was amplified by the fact his father had left the mansion for a few days to attend to his duties in the royal palace. Although he still had to face harsh treatments from his siblings and the other servants, at least the beatings became scarce.

His family was much too cowardly to carry out the same severe beatings his father gave. Which meant that he could enjoy his time with you even more than he should.

He had just finished his chores, ones that the servants were supposed to do, but in their vanity, they forced him to do it, going beyond their status as mere servants and dropping all their responsibilities as a child, sporting faux innocence whenever Shoto had tried to bring it up to his family.

But when he did, his father only got angry, beating him for lying about such matters, insinuating how he was insulting him because it was Enji who handpicked those servants, meaning an insult to them was an insult to his father.

So Shoto learned to take everything in a stride. To just do whatever the servants wanted him to do otherwise, he would get an even more severe beating from his father, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.

But that fear was a thing of the past, as at the moment, Shoto was happily skipping towards his room, excitedly thinking of what story his fairy godmother would teach him about today.

Truly, like her title, Shoto’s fairy godmother was a blessing sent from the heavens. She was kind, patient, and never berated Shoto for any mistake he made. She would never do that to him, she told him one day when he had asked. It was just too cruel.

So this was what kindness really felt like, Shoto realized once the words slipped from her mouth. Growing up, Shoto was taught that his family’s actions were one of kindness, with insults such as ‘you should be grateful father was kind enough to keep you in this house when you should have been thrown out into the street already.’ being thrown at him left and right.

He had always hated kindness because of that. His family’s kindness made him feel sick, made him want to curl up into a hole and die, yet his fairy godmother had shown him the light. His fairy godmother had shown him that kindness wasn’t supposed to make you feel horrible. It was supposed to make you happy. It was supposed to fill your heart with love and affection that you wanted to give back tenfold.

What his family was doing to him wasn’t kindness at all.

Even more so when he stopped in front of his room, confused to hear a commotion inside. His gut feeling told him to run away, to hide, and never show himself again. But he couldn’t. His room was his safe haven, the only place where he could truly escape from his harsh reality, and if something ever happened to it, then Shoto wouldn’t know what to do.

He hastily opens the door only to feel his blood run cold. There standing in his room were his father, Enji, and his sister, Fuyumi. The moment they heard the door open, his sister turned to him, fake tears in her eyes, ones that Shoto knew everyone believed. Because in their eyes, Shoto’s sister was innocent, even though he knew that she was a devil in disguise.

“There he is, father!” Fuyumi exclaimed, pointing towards him accusingly. “The thief!”

Thief? Shoto wondered to himself. Why was he a thief? As far as he knew, he hadn’t stolen anything from anyone, much less his sister. Why would she accuse him of being a thief?

But he didn’t get the chance to ponder on it deeply, with his father turning towards him with deep rage lacing his eyes. Why was his father here in the first place? Wasn’t he supposed to stay in the palace for a few more days?

“You imbecile!” His father rages, stomping towards him. Shoto whimpers trying to back away, but his father was bigger and stronger than he could ever be and caught up to him quickly, holding him by the collar of his rags and throwing him across the room harshly.

The impact causes immense pain to course through Shoto’s body, and he’s sure he could feel a rib or two of his break from the pressure. There was liquid running down his face, was that blood? Perhaps. He was in too much pain to process what was happening.

“First, you kill your mother,” His father says, slowly making his way towards him, intimidation falling off him in waves. “Second, you act like an entitled brat to everyone in this house,” his words make Shoto flinch, knowing in his heart that none of his words were true. “And third,” Shoto’s father says as he finally stands in front of him, eyes glaring into his with severe malice. “You dare steal something extremely valuable from your sister? Have you no shame?”

With the little strength he could muster, Shoto looks up at his father, eyes weak and hazy. “Steal?” He whispers. “I didn’t steal anything….”

“Lies!” He hears his sister exclaim, sobbing hysterically. If Shoto didn’t know that his sister had two sides, he would have believed that she was genuinely upset. But that wasn’t the case. She was making things up. And this time, her act might actually cost his life.

“You stole the storybooks I got from mother!” She accuses, holding her teddy bear tighter to her chest, hateful eyes glaring into his.

Storybooks? Shoto asks to himself, eyes darting around only to find the pile of storybooks on the ground— the same ones you read to him every night. A fire burns inside him, something that Shoto had never felt before. The audacity his sister had.

“Y-you,” he stutters, coughing from the pain. “You threw them away! I don’t steal them. I found them in the garbage!”

“That’s not true!” His sister fights back, and Shoto can see the way her eyes dart around in shock, not expecting him to actually speak up. “Why would I throw away something I received from mother?”

Shoto was about to retort, but suddenly, a harsh sound rang through the room, and Shoto feels an excruciatingly painful sting on his cheek. His father had slapped him hard.

“How dare you,” he says, voice low, concealing the pure unadulterated rage that was about to burst forth. “How dare you take our kindness for granted, you son of a bitch.”

“We clothed you. We gave you shelter and food, and this is how you repay us?” He spats, hands clenched into fists. “After everything you’ve done to our family, you continue to disgrace our family name? What a despicable child you are.”

Pushing Shoto down to the floor, Enji raises his hand, ready to land a punch. “Shameful.” He lands a blow. “Disgusting.” He lands another. “Thief.” This time his father hits his broken ribs, causing Shoto to cry out in even more pain. “Murderer.”

Tears fall from Shoto’s eyes as the pain continues to flow through him, bursting through every punch. Was he really a murderer? Was he really that bad of a child? If so, why did they make him stay? Why couldn’t they put him out of his misery?

He wished his fairy godmother was here. She would probably make things better than they were now. She would make all the pain go away and then pat his head like she always did as she read him another story. He had never been as happy as he was whenever she read to him. But who knew that happiness came at an awful price?

Fairy Godmother, Shoto prayed in his mind as his father continued to beat him, letting out all his anger onto his body. Where are you? He was sure he looked like a mess, probably not even human anymore. But he couldn’t care less. He just wanted his fairy godmother by his side.

She said she would be there when he needed it most, didn’t she?

Suddenly the pain stops, and all Shoto feels is numb. He opens his eyes to the best ability, only to see his father stop midair with someone’s hand holding into his arm. He turns to the side, wincing in pain, yet it’s worth it because he finally sees the person he’s been waiting for.

His fairy godmother had finally appeared.

“Who are you?” His father shouts, screaming at the fairy. Her face is hardened, eyes glaring back at him with such hatred that it could honestly mirror his father’s.

“None of your business,” she spats before forcefully throwing his father to the other side of the room, landing with a harsh thud.

She walks towards him, a menacing aura surrounding her, but just before she could approach Shoto’s father, his sister immediately runs to defend him, glaring with genuine tears in her eyes.

“Who are you?” She screams, shaking. “Why are you attacking father? Father has done nothing wrong! You should be attacking that… thing! He’s the bad one here.”

Her desperate cries leave a bitter hole in Shoto’s heart as he feels nothing but despair. He had always hoped that beneath all the harsh words of his family members, underneath all their cruel punishments and glaring eyes, they would still have room in their hearts to care for him, even just a little bit.

But no, they didn’t even see him as human. And that hurt way more than being called a murderer.

“First of all,” you say, voice ice-cold, causing shivers to run down everyone’s spine. “Shoto isn’t a thing. He’s a human being. He’s your brother. What kind of person are you for not even acknowledging that?”

“He killed my mother!” Shoto’s sister screams in protest, holding her ground. But her words only cause your gaze to harden as you grab her in the shoulders, and she shakes under your terrifying stare.

“Listen here, young lady,” your voice booms through the room. “Shoto didn’t kill anyone. Your mother’s death was not his fault. Just because you can’t accept the fact that your mother is not on this earth anymore doesn’t mean you can treat your brother like he’s the scum of the earth.”

His sister falls silent after that, not knowing what else to say. She sniffles, and as gently as you can, you push her to the side. She was still a child, after all. No matter how vain she was, she was only a year or two older than Shoto. And you were not one to inflict pain on children or anyone for that matter.

But this had gone too far. And you couldn’t find it within yourself to stand on the sidelines any longer.

“And you,” if possible, your voice becomes even more ominous as you approach Enji, who sat on the ground, groaning. In his weakened state, he glares at you, having the audacity to continue spewing nonsense from his mouth.

“Don’t you know who I am?” He threatens before you can continue to speak. “I am Todoroki Enji, the right-hand man of the Emperor of the Musutafu Empire! If his majesty were to find out of your crime, then he would—”

“—Punish you to the depths of hell.” You say, cutting him off. “I’m not a fool, Todoroki Enji. I know that the only reason you sheltered Shoto was so the Emperor wouldn’t find out your crimes. Otherwise, you would have thrown him onto the streets.”

Enji can feel his blood run cold, the truth hitting him like harsh waves the more they fall from your lips.

“The Emperor is a kind and just man, and if he were to ever find out that you were treating your child this way, then he wouldn’t hesitate to sentence you to death. You know that more than anyone.”

Silence befalls the room as everyone soaks your words in. Shoto doesn’t understand. What were you trying to say?

“You know better than to punish Shoto for killing his mother. He didn’t do anything wrong. Todoroki Rei was already weak and frail after giving birth to the little young miss over there, yet you still insisted that she bear you a child, and when she refused, you threatened her.”

A gasp falls from his sister’s lips as the gravity of your words swirls up into a tornado in Shoto’s mind. Was this true? Was he truly not to blame for all of this?

“Lies,” Enji mutters under his breath, low enough for only you to hear. You stay silent, allowing the man to form his thoughts, yet that proves to be fatal as after a beat of silence passes, the man glares at you, taking a broken piece of the wall and swinging it your way.

“Fairy Godmo—” Shoto calls, distressed and scared, but it proved to be for naught as in the blink of an eye, the heavy debris vanished, and you stood there, wand in hand, glaring once more at his father.

“What?!” His father exclaims, finally taking his stand. “How were you able to do that? That should have killed you!”

You smile, grin sinister and dark, far from the gentle warmth it usually portrayed. Shoto was scared. His brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening. But what he did know was that he didn’t like any of this one bit.

“Magic,” is all you say, lifting your wand to cast another spell. “Magic is what made me do this to you. And magic is how I’ll make sure that you suffer the same hell Shoto has gone through.”

Horror fills Enji’s eyes as you step closer. But just as you’re about to release your spell, the door opens, revealing Shoto’s second brother, Natsuo, whose eyes widened at the sight in front of him. On instinct, he grabs the wooden sword he had brought with him from his training and lunges at you just as your magic bursts forth, tackling you to the ground.

And a scream fills the air.

Everyone looks, startled at the sight. When the chaos finally comes clear, to the family’s dread and your glee, your spell had managed to affect Enji, but not in the way that you had hoped.

Instead of the core of his body, you had hit his eyes instead, a nasty scar forming over it, burning the flesh, and causing the man to tremble in pain.

Well, at least he would know what Shoto felt when he got his scar.

You stand up, dusting the dirt off your clothes as you make your way towards Shoto, ignoring his shell-shocked brother, who was staring at his father writhing in pain. You probably look like a mess at this point, totally different from how you usually appeared, but that was the least of your concerns.

You had to ensure Shoto was alright. He had gone through so much after all.

You couldn’t stand it. How could you stand watch when Shoto’s father was basically killing the poor child? Shoto who was pure and innocent. Shoto, whose only desire in life, was to read. He didn’t care for freedom or revenge. He just wanted to live normally.

You couldn’t find it within yourself to let his family trample over those dreams any longer.

You finally approach him, getting ready to kneel beside him and take him in your embrace so you could take the pain away. How much pain must he have gone through? You wonder. His body was battered and bruised, looking as if he was merely a shell of the child he once was. It was too cruel, and you could only hope that you’re magic would take even a bit of that pain away.

Because the child deserved to smile.

But just as you’re about to reach out towards him, a bright light shines through the room, and from that light comes a figure, one that causes your whole being to momentarily freeze in shock and fear.

Elder Yagi stood there in all his glory, robes and wings perfectly accentuating his features, truly presenting himself as the most powerful fairy in all the realm. His eyes were placed into a frown, and he stared directly at you, disappointment evident within him.

You had screwed up, and now you were going to pay the price.

“Young (Y/N),” His voice booms, loud and proud like how a fairy should be. “For breaking the Fairy Code by revealing the existence of magic to humans other than your godchild and for using said magic to unlawfully harm the human race, you are hereby sentenced to banishment from the fairy realm effective immediately.”

You stare at the elder you had come to know as a father, pleading with desperate eyes for him not to do this to you, but he pays no mind, waving his wand, causing binds to form and wrap around your body.

“No, please!” You scream in vain, begging. “At least let me heal Shoto. Let me do something for him!”

“You’ve already done enough!” Elder Yagi screams. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so angry, and it scares you. Where was the kind fairy you had come to know? Why was he acting like this? “The Council will take over.”

And light flashes once more through the broken room, and just like that, you’re gone, leaving Shoto behind.

Shoto blinks blearily, everything passing by in a blur. What had happened? What was happening? He wished he had the strength to get up and take a stand for himself, but he was quite literally beaten to a pulp. He can’t feel the strength in his arms anymore, and just that very thought scares him.

The only thing that comforts him is the soothing lullaby of darkness, trancing him into a sleepy state, and before he knows it, Shoto passes out.

Not knowing that from this point onwards, his life would change forever.

The light shines through the curtains, and Shoto wakes up, blinking.

He stretches his tired limbs and sits up, yawning. Why did he feel so tired? He’s never felt this weary before.

He gets out of bed, heading towards his bathroom, looking at the mirror. When he does, however, he’s suddenly flashed with a vision of him, beaten into a pulp and unable to stand up, and he gasps, but that vision slowly fades away, and Shoto’s regular reflection comes back.

What was that? Why did he look so… dead?

Surely that was a figment of his own imagination, right? Surely that was his mind playing tricks on him, right? Sure, his family did beat him from time to time, but they would never treat him that badly, right?

Shoto shivers, desperately shaking his thoughts away, as he slowly makes his way to the kitchen, hoping to snag some food while the servants aren’t looking.

On his way, however, he bumps into his father, who glares at him. Shoto looks to the ground in shame, not knowing why this particular meeting made him more frightened than usual. He should be used to his father’s beatings by now, but why did he feel so scared?

“You,” his father says, and Shoto halts at the menacing tone in his voice. “Look at me.” Shoto does as he asks, and looks up to his father, eyes widening at the sight of a ghastly scar mirroring his own on his father’s face.

Did he always have that scar?

His father stares at him as if he were examining him. For what reason, Shoto wasn’t quite sure, But it made him extremely uncomfortable, and he could only hope that his father would let him go soon.

“You should be grateful I’m in a good mood today, brat,” is all his father says, glaring harshly at Shoto. He doesn’t say anything more than that, choosing to leave towards the direction of the dining room, leaving Shoto behind in the hallway.

That was it? He asked himself. He wasn’t going to punch him? That was weird. But he paid it no mind. As his father said, it was his lucky day.

Yet as Shoto continued to head towards the kitchen, there was an itching feeling scratching the back of his head, telling Shoto that there was something wrong. That something was missing. It felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle, which confused Shoto because, as far as he knew, everything was completely normal.

But he couldn’t ignore that thought. It nagged him throughout the day, telling him that this wasn’t right.

The problem was, Shoto had no idea what exactly was wrong.

#once.upon.an.au #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academy x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki shoto x you #shoto x you

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mindninjax · 3 years

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Like Real People Do

Pairing: Pro!hero Shouto Todorokix Reader feat. Pro!hero Katsuki Bakugou

Rating: M

Warnings: Smut, feeeeeelllinnnnggggsss, angst, fingering, a little temp play, Listen it’s sex ok?

Word Count: 5.5K

A/n: IT IS HERE EVERYONE! The final part, the one you’ve all been waiting for! IT IS HERE. Look i hope it lives up to y’all’s expectations lol because I know I’ve been sitting on this one for a WHILE. But I’m so happy to wrap up Katsu, Reader-chan, and Shou’s story here. I hope everyone doesn’t mind how soft it is. IT’s feelings, it’s working through break up feelings and divorce and it’s complex ok?? Anyway a very very VERY special thanks to the beautiful @hoe-doroki for beta reading this! You’re amazing my love and I’m so very very thankful for you! Love you!!

Part I | Part II | Part III

Two men you’ve loved at different points in your life stand before you in your kitchen. Shouto is across the room bearing into your soul with his tranquil stormy eyes. Eyes that never miss a thing about you. Eyes that have held love for you from the very beginning.

You’re still amazed at how he’s able to command your attention when he enters a room. Different from Katsuki's bombastic energy, Shouto is silent but comforting, therapeutic and always exactly what you need at the moment.

He approaches you, holding his hand out to tenderly caress your arms and unwrap them from your torso. His fingers reach up and swipe away the lingering tears on your cheeks as he communicates with you wordlessly.

You nod, assuring him that you’re fine to continue your conversation with Katsuki. He places a chaste kiss on the top of your head before bowing politely to Katsuki and leaving out the front door.

Katsuki watches the interaction like a child at a circus, amazement staining his features. It’s like magic, the way you two react to each other. Your bodies move as one and you don’t have to say words to communicate in the most intimate way.

The closest you and Katsuki had ever been to a moment like this was when Shouto was inside you three years ago and he curses himself under his breath. Again, Shouto is related to one of the most intimate moments in your life and Katsuki is pissed that he was too self-centered to see it.

As you watch Shouto depart from the house, you remember the day it became clear for you, how much you cared for him and how much you two seemed meant to be together.

The “duality of men” is what invades your mind as you stare into Shouto Todoroki’s eyes. “Good and evil” aren't battling inside him, though. It’s in you.

He’s standing in the doorway of your house while your husband is out on patrol. You’re standing behind the door body leaning around to stare at him as the cool morning air tickles your breasts and makes your nipples harden through your thin cotton t-shirt.

Your eyes swivel up and down his muscular frame, his arms crossed over himself, nimble hands holding his forearms. Immediately memories of his hands on you that night rush into your brain and heat your cheeks as you come to the conclusion: he should not be here.

“Shou...I mean...Todoroki, what are you doing here? Are you alright?” you ask in a formal tone.

His eyes squint a bit as they investigate your face. They linger on your eyes, your hair, the way your fingers are nervously clutching the door before he answers, “I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d stop by and say hello.”

Your breath shakes as you inhale. It’s obvious, he should not be here. So why don’t you want to ask him to leave? It’d been a few months since that night. You and Katsuki had decided to work through everything and Shouto had suggested that the two of you stop communicating to help with that. So why is he here at 7am right after Katsuki has left for work?

“Oh, umm…Katsuki just left for the agency…” You pause trying to give him the hint that it would probably be inappropriate for him to come in now, but he continues staring as if oblivious. You sigh and open the door more to let him in.

He steps into the house as you close the door behind him and you turn to see him watching you intently. You’re hyper aware of the small athletic shorts you're wearing and the baggy t-shirt making it look like you’re not wearing any bottoms. His eyes rush over you like a wave upon the shore and instead of feeling uncomfortable, as you should you feel pride.

No. This is wrong. This is not what you want.

Desperately, you try to lighten the mood. You two used to be the best of friends, someone you could talk to about anything. While Katsuki was always closest to Kirishima you were always drawn to Shouto’s quiet calm demeanor. It always soothed you and made for a relaxing evening of chatting.

“So, how’s Yaomomo?” you ask in the friendliest voice you can muster. He turns his attention to your eyes and you can see a bit of annoyance in his expression. He turns from you as he speaks.

“She’s doing well, moving up the charts quickly,” he says nonchalantly. You smile at him. Of course Momo is moving up the charts quickly. From what you heard about them in high school she was always top of the class, and once she gained confidence she was an unstoppable force.

You’d admired Momo and her determination. It was the same thing that caught your eye about Katsuki. His drive and will to succeed. She’d had the same drive and sometimes you found yourself wishing you could be like her.

You continue asking about his and Momo’s life, fishing for updates on small projects they were working on together or the many trips they’d been on. Shouto answers every one with short quick responses, trying to move the subject off of him. You know he’s uncomfortable but the air of desire coming from the both of you is smothering.

Will you be able to have a conversation with him again without this feeling breathing down your neck? He stretches his arms above his head, muscles flexing and shining in the morning sun and you feel only a little guilty that you haven’t offered him a seat. You know if you do, he’ll stay longer and, while your heart is telling you you wouldn’t mind him staying, your brain is telling you to tell him to leave.

He leans forward on his tiptoes as he stares into your eyes again. His expression is desperate, like there’s something on the tip of his tongue, something he’s aching to say to you. You sigh. “What is it, Shou?”

He looks at you, a feigned questioning look on his face. You smile and his eyes widen a bit and fall as he gives you a quick adoring smile back. “I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to be rude or offend you,” he finally says running his fingers through his silky hair.

You step a bit closer and you see him move a little closer as well, like your bodies are magnets. You smile again, feeling a bit more comfortable as you say, “I don’t think anything you say to me is offensive, Shouto.”

His expression grows pensive as he chuckles sarcastically and says, “I think you give me too much credit. Sorry, I was wondering how you and Bakugou were.”

You pause, caught off guard by his tactlessness. He’s asking about you and Katsuki? You suppose it’s not unexpected seeing as how you just questioned him about his and Momo’s life, but this question feels different. Like he’s fishing for something more. He watches you intertwine your fingers together, picking at the loose skin nervously.

Fact is, you had just told Katsuki you can’t do it anymore. Not for his lack of trying, but just that it doesn’t feel right anymore. You aren’t happy anymore, can’t remember who you are or who you even want to be. It’s like all you are is his wife, and when that was defiled, you meant nothing anymore.

You stare at Shouto, trying to blink away the emotion and answer his question to the best of your ability, but your words are stuck in your throat. He stares back at you wordlessly, though his eyes speak louder than ever. He’s calling out to you, telling you that he knows and that he wishes he could help. You wish he could too. You’ve never felt more comfortable or safe or heard than right now and you haven’t even said anything to him yet.

“Katsu and I are...it’s a bit difficult right now, Shou, and I...I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do to tell you everything considering...” you trail off as he walks over to stand in front of you.

His peppermint scent surrounds you in a typhoon of pheromones and again you’re reminded of that night. He grabs your hands and interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing them comfortingly.

“You’re bleeding,” he says in a gentle tone. Tiny streaks of blood are lining your cuticles. You didn’t even realize you were picking at them until he grabbed you.

“Oh,” you say, staring up at him in amazement. He’s beautiful, so beautiful and you want to kiss him, have him hold you while you cry away all the stress and negative feelings. But you refrain, pulling your hands from his and distancing yourself from him.

Shouto knows it hasn’t been going well. He can tell by the tiny fly away tendrils on your usually well groomed hair, or the peeling red cuticles in your fingernails, or the bags under your eyes. The biggest tell is the light in your irises; it’s dull like a fire grasping for its last leg of life.

Yes, Shouto knows it’s not going well, but he wants to hear you say it, he has to hear you say it. It’s the only way he’ll be able to discuss what else has been on his mind.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, y/n. That wasn’t my intent,” he says, hanging his head.

“Look, Yaoyorozu and I have tried to work through everything. I told her about the night we had sex. She was of course upset, but she chalked it up as revenge sex and we both agreed to try and move past it.”

You flinch a bit. So their situation is the same as yours and Katsuki’s. Shouto continues, a serious expression on his face as he relives the struggles he and Momo have been going through.

“We thought going on trips secluded from everyone to work on our problems would help. We recreated our honeymoon, went to all the marriage counselors we could and I will admit, there were moments where I thought we would get through everything and it would go back to normal.”

You feel guilty, his expression is hopeless as he explains the way his marriage is slowly falling apart. But it’s not just that either—you feel guilty because you can relate, you understand him because it’s exactly how you felt a few weeks ago with Katsuki. It’s a little uncomfortable how similar you two are despite marrying completely different people

“Shou...I’m—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry, y/n. I knew it wouldn’t go back to normal. Because I love you. I always have. I know it’s inappropriate, but from the moment I met you I loved you and it only became stronger after making love to you.”

You bite your lip as the phrase from the morning repeats in your mind. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. Tell him to leave. Your mind is racing. Do you love him too? No. You love Katsuki. Shouto is your friend. A very close friend but you do not love him.

“Shouto…I don’t know what to say. I...I’m married to Katsuki. When we agreed to that night, we agreed that there wouldn’t be any attachments, just sex, just revenge. We didn’t ‘make love’,” you stammer out nervously.

“I did. I know it’s inappropriate, y/n, but I couldn’t continue without telling you. Yaoyorozu and I are getting a divorce,” he says, moving toward the door, reading your uncomfortable aura.

He places a hand on the knob but turns to look at you once more. “I don’t expect anything from you and I’ll understand if you don’t want to speak to me again. But just know, my feelings for you won’t change,” he says. He opens the door and walks out, shutting the door behind him and leaving you standing in shock.

The next six months passed with you buried in your work, committing most of your time to trying to get Tokoyami as a client for your PR firm. Your days consist of long hours at the office, usually a cold dinner of whatever they’re still serving in the cafeteria downstairs, and then a quiet night at home.

You don’t mind it, in fact you love your job, and Tokoyami has been nothing but kind and open to any idea you give him. But you’d be a fool if you didn’t identify this for what it was: a distraction. Some days it’s easier to forget, but other days like this one, it’s slapped in your face like finding a parking ticket on your car after a long day at work.

You’re home now. The house is dark and quiet and you're staring at a large thick envelope you just got in the mail. It sits in the middle of the counter mocking you with the big bold letters:

OFFICE OF MARITAL AFFAIRS

You shuffle through the house, grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge and drinking straight from it. You’ve taken off your heels and let down your hair as the depression sets in. Before you know it, the wine bottle is empty and your senses still aren’t dulled enough to your liking.

You lumber over to the cabinet that holds the heavy liquor for when you used to throw parties and have friends over. The tequila looks especially inviting sitting on the shelf. A few burning shots and your mind is hazed with the drunken thoughts of pity and confusion.

Well, not drunken. No you want to be aware enough to see the papers, the scrawled signatures, the official notice—you just don’t want to feel them. You rip open the thick envelope and pull out the packet of photocopied forms.

“Final Decree for Divorce,” you read aloud and there are your names scrawled on the two lines at the bottom. The large “APPROVED” stamp plastered across the top. Your eyes scan the page multiple times, trying to tell yourself it’s real.

It is done.

You are hollow, numb, tipsy. A door has been closed on a life you used to live and you’re honestly not sure how to feel right now. A shower—that will help. The empty house echoes your silent sorrows as you make your way to the bathroom, shed your clothes and step into the piping hot stream. It isn’t until the water is sizzling your skin that you notice the tears falling.

Why are you crying? You asked for this. Katsuki gave you everything you wanted, even let you keep the house. He had no complaints, was willing to give you whatever money you needed to survive even after the divorce was final. It’s clear he still loves you. So why did you do this?

You’re wracked with sobs as you sit on the floor of the shower, letting the water mix with your tears. What is wrong with you? Why can’t you get your feelings together? Do you love Katsuki or not? Is this truly what you want?

Your mind is a blur and you don’t remember moving until you look down at the phone in your hands. You’ve dialed a number and the phone is ringing. Did you drunk dial someone? Hardly, you haven’t consumed enough alcohol to be drunk. Which means your subconscious dialed this number out of sorrow.

Your subconscious dialed this number for comfort.

The phone continues ringing as your heart speeds up. You don’t recognize the number you’ve dialed, it’s not saved in your phone. It rings and rings and your heart thumps uncontrollably in your chest as you wait for the unknown person to answer. You’re about to hang up before a deep voice mutters,

“Hello?”

You freeze. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t speak. The voice on the other end pauses to listen before releasing an agitated sigh. You try to say something, anything, but it’s as if you’re in a desert and the heat is soaking up your words as it dries out your throat.

“Hello?” the voice says again, and you desperately want to answer but there’s something telling you that you shouldn’t. Hang up the phone right now. But you can’t ignore the immediate comfort the voice brings even for the short seconds.

“If this is some kind of prank or something I’m going to hang up.”

No please don’t go! That line pulls your voice from deep within. Right as the person is surely about to press the end call button, you squeak in a low voice of despair, “Shou.”

Two seconds of silence pass before you hear, “I’m on my way,” and the phone goes dead.

—

Ten minutes have passed and he’s at your door, knocking frantically. Your hand hesitates on the knob before yanking the door open and you take in his tall figure. His eyes are wild, full of worry as they fall to your face and examine your depressed expression. He lets his eyes fall away from your face and drift over your body. It is only then, when his eyes are glued to your body, that you realize you're only in a towel.

He steps into the house, towering over your small figure. The thin shirt he wears clings to his muscles and it takes everything in you not to reach out and run a hand over his chest. You don’t feel embarrassed or modest as his eyes roll over your frame. The two of you stand there watching each other, unaware of how your breathing has picked up.

“I...I’m sorry for calling you. I had a few drinks and I didn’t know that I would…” you trail off, dropping your head in shame.

A spare tear runs down your face and Shouto lifts his hand but pauses and lets his hand fall back to his side. He respects your boundaries, won’t move toward you or touch you until you ask for it. But every teardrop that drips from your raised chin, is a nail in his coffin.

For the first time, you make the move. You kiss him.

The kiss is hesitant, soft, like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time before it bleeds into passion and desire. Your hands tangle in his silky hair and you press into him, willing your bodies to become one with the pressure. It’s there again, the love and affection for you, present in the way his lips move against yours.

You finally realize the difference between Katsuki’s and Shouto’s kisses. Shouto moves with purpose, every gesture is oozing with his emotions and the minute he touches you, it’s obvious. Katsuki’s kisses always felt pointed, intense but lacking the connection of his emotions to the act. It’s not that Katsuki didn’t love you, his methods just weren’t right for you.

You push that from your mind as you breathe against Shouto’s lips. When you pull away to look into his eyes, you both are panting. Your mind goes blank as you stare into his duochromatic eyes and the only thing you can focus on, is how much you want him, right now.

“Y/n...please,” he begs in a whisper against your lips. He beats you to the punch, drinking in your need for him and reciprocating it back to you.

He connects your lips again, a deep hunger for you now that he knows you want him. His tongue swirls—God he’s always been good with his tongue—and you can taste his familiar warm yet cool peppermint flavor. His lips intoxicate you; like the call of the unknown to an adventurer; you can’t stay away from him.

He backs you up toward the open staircase that leads to the second floor of the house, still kissing you. He doesn’t escort you upstairs though, he sits you down and makes you lean back. The lip of the stairs dig into your back as he crawls over you. His fingers go for the knot in the towel and untightens it, letting it fall around your hips.

He’s gentle, his fingers only grazing over your skin. He’s so thankful he gets to see you like this again. Too many nights has he fantasized about the night he had you, wishing he could just be with you again. He groans as he creates a mental roadmap of your body, taking in his gift.

He bends down and grabs your ankle, placing soft kisses up your leg and nipping and biting your soft exposed thigh. You sigh and close your eyes to focus on how his lips melt into your skin. He kisses your inner thigh before pushing your legs apart further.

“I missed the way you taste,” he says, dragging a slender finger up your wet folds and placing it in his mouth. You gasp at his touch as you hear him moan and move closer to your waiting cunny. He sticks out his tongue and laps at you once before losing himself and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You arch your back pushing your pussy onto his tongue and clawing at the carpet overlaying the stairs. Shouto moans into you, savoring your flavor while sucking on your clit and lips. He nibbles your bundle of nerves and pushes a finger inside you.

You cry out and grip his hair. He hooks his finger up, tickling the spot to make you scream his name. He continues sucking, only stopping to peek up at your expression of pleasure. He smiles to himself as he adds two more fingers, stretching them out inside you and cooling them.

“Fuck!” you scream as your orgasm rips through you and you close your thighs around his head to keep him there and ride it out. Your body shakes and once you’ve relaxed he climbs up your body and kisses you again.

“I want to hear you say my name, y/n.”

He unbuttons his pants and his cock springs forward. You remember how pretty it is and your mouth waters. He kisses down your body, focusing on your nipples, tweaking them with his fingers, one side hot and the other cold. You arch up into his touch again, body craving his skilled fingers without thinking.

Your fingers find the ends of his shirt as you pull it up over his head. You want to feel his skin against yours, for him to be as open as you are right now. He helps you, pulling it off and pulling down his pants as he slips his hand up and down his long shaft.

He looks you in the eye as he enters you, slowly, sensually, feeling himself rub against every corner of your womb and letting out a groan. Like before, he fits perfectly inside you; he’s never felt like he belonged anywhere more than inside of you.

“You feel so fucking good, love. I’ve missed you,” he whispers as he bottoms out and revels in the way your walls clench and hold him. You’re panting, from exhaustion yes—but more from the idea that your body and your heart have been wanting him for so long and you hadn’t ever noticed. Not until this one moment.

You’re pressed into the lip of the stair as Shouto pulls out and snaps into you. God, the way he feels—you’re not sure if there’s anyone who could ever touch your insides like he does. He sets a quick pace, fucking you deeper and harder than he ever has with you or Yaoyorozu.

Your moans are echoing through the house as he pounds you harder. Shouto pushes you into the stair, bruising your back, and the pain brings a few tears to your eyes, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. He looks like a demigod as he hovers over you, chest sculpted and broad as sweat drips slowly down each ab. His eyes are closed and his grunts match the rhythm of his hips ramming against your thighs.

He glances down to see your expression again, wanting to know that he’s able to make you feel better than anyone ever could and notices the tears. How he’s able to deduce that they’re from your bruised back and not the divorce, escapes you. More proof that this man was made for you.

Not missing a beat in his set pace, he wraps your arms and legs around his neck and waist. He carries you, pulling you up and down on his cock as he walks to your bedroom. You cling to him, kissing and biting his neck as he grunts in response to your cunt sucking him in.

He sits on the edge of the bed, with you straddling him. You’re not sure how much you have left in you, but the look on his face when he says in a stern tone, “Ride me,” pushes all doubt from your mind. You work your hips around on him, grinding and bouncing, still clinging to his neck.

His moans are louder now and he’s cursing in pleasure under his breath. You can feel his body tense up as your second orgasm peaks. You scream out, and in the middle of your moan Shouto commands, “Say my name y/n. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

“You, Shouto! You! You always have!” you scream, no longer trying to hold back the truth of your heart. That awakens something in him, he’s ready to cum now. He pulls your lips back to his and grabs your hips pulling you down hard onto his cock. You only break the kiss once to gasp out before he takes your breath away again.

He’s in control now, lifting his hips up into you with fervor, chanting a phrase over and over.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

The adoration in his voice moves you, how could anyone love someone so much? His ecstasy washes upon him, a long groan escaping his lips as he releases ropes of cum into your womb.

You clench around him, not wanting any to escape as he peppers kisses all over your face. He kisses away the tears in the corner of your eyes before putting his forehead to yours and whispering again, “I love you so much.”

You return his kiss, brushing his hair from in front of his eye so that he will see the truth in yours when you whisper back, “I love you too, Shouto.”

—

Katsuki takes a swig of the beer sitting in front of him, running a finger through the condensation on the bottle as he watches Shouto leave the kitchen. You face him now, sighing as he looks at you, remorse staining his features.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, dropping his eyes to the floor. You sigh. This is not how you thought this would go.

The truth is, you will probably always love Katsuki, maybe not in the same way, but there’s no way you can ever stop. Your lack of communication with him over the last few years has bothered you immensely and it’s a big reason why Shouto was in support of the two of you talking today.

“I won’t lie to you, Katsu. I miss you…so fucking much,” you say blowing out a breath. He glances up at you, a small glimmer of hope in his expression.

“I know even though it didn’t work out, and even though we hit that hiccup, I never once doubted that the love between us was real,” you continue.

Katsuki curses under his breath. Only you would refer to his infidelity as a “hiccup”. Damn you for being so nice, so perfect all the time. He sighs again as he stands and grabs his empty bottle. You observe him again, taking in every scar and birthmark on his arms and face. The yearning for him runs through your veins and now that you’ve finally told him how you feel, you can’t help but move closer to him, your arms outstretched to wrap around his waist. He hesitates before pulling you in closer and resting his chin on your head.

You can feel his emotion pour into you, all the remorse and yearning he’s felt over the last three years and it stings at the corner of your eyes and makes the tears swell. You breathe in his familiar scent before saying into his chest,

“I..avoided you all these years because I was afraid of what might happen when I saw you again. I hadn’t dealt with all the feelings and I thought I might hurt Shouto. I’m so sorry I was selfish. You at least deserved the closure.”

He stiffens as he listens to you. He pulls you back to stare at you angrily and you’re slightly confused at his expression.

“Don’t apologize to me, idiot! You didn’t do anything wrong, ok? Look, I know I fucked up everything between us. It’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life. But the idea of not being in your life at all...that would ruin me, Princess,” he replies in a serious tone. He turns away with flushed cheeks when you smile teasingly up at him.

He puffs up his chest and digs his fingers into your shoulders as a flurry of words spill from his lips, “I know that sounds soft, but for right now I don’t care about how it sounds or any of that shit. I just couldn’t keep living day to day knowing that I hurt you so much you never wanted to see me. I’m not asking for another chance to love you in that way, I know that’s not ever going to happen again. I saw the way you and Icy Hot looked at each other. I’m… grateful he was able to give you what you wanted and to make you happy. I just want the chance to know you again.”

You sit quietly for a minute, reviewing his words in your mind. He stares at you, holding his breath and waiting for your response. The tension in the room grows as you think about the last three years. Will it be a mistake if you let Katsuki back in? Could your heart take it if you didn’t let him back into your life?

You sigh deeply, coming to your decision.

“Listen Katsu, I love Shouto more than anyone I’ve ever loved before— well maybe with one exception...” you say giggling to yourself. Before you can finish, the front door bursts open and a whirlwind of energy fills the house. A shrill little voice is ringing through the house as tiny little footsteps approach the kitchen.

“Mommy where are youuuu? We baaaaacckk!”

A small toddler runs into the kitchen as you and Katsuki pull away from each other. You smile down at the girl in adoration as you pluck her from the floor, place her on your hip and tickle her small belly. Her tiny pigtails, red and white split perfectly down her head—just like her father’s— bounce and whip around her chubby face as she squeals and laughs.

Katsuki watches the interaction first in awe and then in admiration as he witnesses you fall perfectly into the role of mother, the one thing you’d always desired. When the girl has calmed down, she looks at him, childlike wonder filing her huge eyes. Her eyes are also heterochromatic like her father’s, one blue and the other your eye color.

“Mommy, who?” The little voice questions in toddler speak as she points in his direction . You smile down at her before grinning warmly at Katsuki.

“Reira, this is mommy’s friend Mr. Bakugou. He brought you a present for your birthday party today,” you say pointing to the gift bag sitting on the counter.

She squeals and wriggles in your arms until you place her tiny feet on the floor. She runs to Bakugou, hugs his calf then runs back toward the front door where Rei is carrying a few bags of groceries for the party.

You grasp his hand and pull him toward the front door as well. “Why don’t you help me finish setting up for the party? Shouto should be back with the cake soon.”

He rolls his eyes but smiles as he lets you guide him.

“Whatever you say Princess.

Thank you so very much for reading!

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Sorry If I missed anyone!

#Todoroki shouto x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #Todoroki x reader #Shouto todoroki #marquie writes

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the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual · 3 years

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Planned Works/Ideas for October

Hello everyone, as I mentioned previously I’ve been working on some stuff. I also have been feeling very inspired as of late and will be writing some more. I wanted to get this October started off right so here is a list of some things that will be coming your way hopefully sooner than later. I don't feel comfortable giving exact dates because as I've mentioned before certain factors can cause my writing schedule to be sporadic (also why I will not be participating in kinktober) Since some ideas are more developed than others his list will be separated into three categories:

Full ideas

People/characters who will be getting works

Ideas/tropes that I want to write about

Let's Begin!

First up here are the fully developed ideas that are in progress.

Yoon Hyunsuk (Cix)

Nerd!Hyunsuk x Popular!reader (college au)

The tall, shy, handsome, boy who sits behind you in every class you share has a secret. Like many other people on campus, he was hopelessly in love with you. It began three years ago, freshman year, and every day it only got stronger. Over the years this has led him to do some… questionable things he's not a bad guy by any means he's just an awkward college boy in love. At first, it was innocent just sitting behind you in classes that you shared. He hoped that this would give him some time to gain some confidence to talk to you while still remaining close to you. He really didn’t mean to begin eavesdropping on your conversations or reading your texts over your shoulder, he just wanted to learn more about you before he approached you. But as time went on the worse he got from smelling your hair to following you around campus to lurking your socials to finally finding your dorm room. He told himself that he was just trying to return a jacket you left in class so he racked his brain for all of the information he “gathered” and remembered your room number. It was just supposed to be a quick drop off of the jacket he played out the scenario in his head a thousand times. knock on the door, tell you he picked it up when you forgot it, give it to you, and leave. But, when he knocked on the door it opened slightly you weren’t there but you left it cracked indicating that you would be back soon. The change in circumstances caused him to panic and so he decided to just go in and drop it on your bed as opposed to waiting at your door for you. As soon as he fully entered the room the door closed behind him and after folding your jacket placing it on your bed he goes to leave. Turns out you left your door cracked for a reason, he twists the knob and pulls with all his might but he can’t get it opened. The door jammed and he’s stuck in your room. Before he even gets the chance to panic he hears you right outside the door.

Request

Klaus Mikaelson (TVD/The Originals)

Cursed!KlausxSoulmate!Reader

Klaus kills a woman. Unbeknownst to him, this woman was the soulmate of a powerful witch. In revenge the witch curses him vowing that the day Klaus finds his soulmate they will be made immortal but their soul would be removed leaving an eternal one-sided soulmate connection where Klaus is completely connected to them ( can only love and desire them, unable to hurt or kill them, able to see their thoughts and feel their emotions/pain.etc) but they have no connection to him. The witch finally takes the only reverse to the spell to the grave with him and his wife leaving nobody else to break the spell. The story will center around an interesting toxic yet slightly romantic relationship between Klaus and the reader where over years they are continuously on and off again. Klaus does everything to get the reader to love and stay with him and the reader uses this to their advantage. When they’re together its great but when they’re apart things never go well. In the end, the reader can always leave him but he can never leave them so he takes any measure to keep them by his side.

Choi Soobin (TXT)

Sub!SoobinxDom catgirl!reader

The Cat Owns You Part 2

After returning home from the café Soobin you’re finally able to transform. Now being human you keep up a nice façade for the evening eating dinner and watching television peacefully. Having you around for these few hours has him believing he made the right decision after a while he took you to your room before retiring to his own for the night. He drifts off to sleep happily thinking that he found a simple way to fix his loneliness issue a cute catgirl who resides in the room beside his. Nothing could have prepared him for what would happen a few hours later. Waking up to feel his hands and legs in an uncomfortable position he tries to adjust himself but he can’t, opening his eyes to look he realizes that he’s tied to the 4 sides of his bedpost. Before he can question what’s happening he sees you making your way toward him with the collar he purchased earlier in your hands. You notice that he’s awake but continue on fastening the collar around his throat before positioning yourself to sit on him, straddling his spread body “(Y/N) what’s going on” he asks trying to sound stern but it comes out as more of a whisper as the reality of his situation really begins to set in affecting his body in a way he didn’t expect. “Shhh don’t worry I’ll take care of you” you whisper in his ear sending a shiver through his body. Every second that passes he can feel his resolve fading he knows that he wants whatever is about to happen and soon he won’t be able to say no you know this too. He quickly yet unconvincingly rushes out “ no you can’t do this” causing you to chuckle “ Yes I can, I can do whatever I want you signed the papers” before he can ask what you mean you continue “I own you”

Up next here are some muses that I will be writing about once I find the perfect ideas for them:

Garou (Genshin Impact)

Nejire Kamado (My Hero Academia)

Mina Ashido (My Hero Academia)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

Kazutora Hanemiya (Tokyo Revengers)

Choi Beomgyu (TXT)

Choi Chanhee (The Boyz)

Jeong Jaehyun (NCT)

Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Wonho (Soloist)

Sunmi (soloist)

Sana (twice)

Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Buckey Barnes (MCU)

Hela Odinson(MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

And finally here are some ideas for works (I’m thinking of making a proper prompt list but for now you can request any of these ideas with a muse from above and I will try to fulfill it. Just make sure to specify what type of story you want (fluff, smut, angst, general hcs, drabbles, etc):

Reader is an evil sorcerer and the muse is their loyal familiar

Reader is a succubus and muse is a charge that keeps summoning them

Reader is like Hades and muse is like Persephone

Female Knight reader saves prince muse

Criminal reader goes yandere for normal muse

Opposites attract the big, scary, cold reader and soft cute muse

Muse who is a twitch streamer by day and a camgirl/boy by night

Reader is a Sugar mommy and muse is one of their many sugar babies it starts off fine but then muse falls in love and wants to be readers only one

Dom reader x fem switch muse x sub male muse

Ruler reader x harem

Reader is mean to everyone but muse

Smart tsundere reader dating clingy affectionate himbo/bimbo muse

Fem Joker type reader x male Harley type muse

Reader is an engineer who finds robot muse and fixes them

Vampire queen reader and yandere muse servant who wants to be readers walking blood bag

Hero reader saves muse from a yandere and muse becomes yandere

Demon reader x angel muse

A muse who keeps trying to kill a reader that they don’t know is invulnerable reader knows muse is trying to kill them but doesn’t stop them because they think it’s cute.

#dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!kpop #cix fluff #cix x reader #hyunsuk x reader #sub!cix #txt x reader #soobin x reader #sub!soobin #catgirl #the vampire diares imagine #the originals #the originals x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #upcoming #wips #yandere scenarios

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haruroki · 2 years

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Mafia Todoroki Pt 1

Synopsis: Growing up as the heir to the second-most deadly mafia in all of Japan has certainly taken a toll on Shoto, but with his best friend; a girl by the name of Yukine, they will take the position of mafia boss.

Pairings: Todoroki Shoto X OC [Haruki Yukine]

Warnings: swearing, blood, gore, weapons; daggers, poison, guns, character death, kidnapping, lots of killing

Word Count: 4.4K

Note: my requests are open so if you want to request a specific character I'm more than happy to do so! Please note that English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes please don't hesitate to point them out. Also this was written at 2 am so I apologize if this doesn't make much sense. Enjoy!

Pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

Todoroki Enji was a lot of things: evil, crazy, a risk taker and one of the worst men to walk this earth. He also happened to be the head of the second most dangerous mafia in the world. However, his reign was coming to an end and his youngest son would soon take his place.

The double doors of the Todoroki manor swung open. Its oak wood doors scraped against the polished marble floor. Enji walked swiftly with a little girl in tow. He guessed she was five, the same age as his son but she was much smaller so he could have been wrong about her age.

Yukine had been captured by one of the rival gangs. Her whole family had been taken hostage and killed before her very eyes. Her innocence had been taken from her and her soul had been tainted at such a young age. After storming the rival mafia's headquarters, Enji accidentally ended up saving the poor girl. The sole survivor of the Haruki family.

Enji should have left her there. Maybe the police would have rescued her and taken her to an orphanage. But there was something about her, that look in her eyes. The look of revenge, even though she was just five at the time and had no clue what she was feeling, Enji took her back to his house. He told himself he wasn't doing it for the little girl but for his son who looked lonely and wanted a companion.

He'd been isolated from his siblings two months ago and it wasn't going well so far. His son demanded to see his older siblings and mother to spend time with them but Enji vehemently refused every single time. Then his son stopped eating, not completely, but just enough to keep him alive. Worried for his son's sake, Enji hoped this girl would become his friend and he would shape them both to be his perfect successors.

A month later Yukine had finally adjusted more or less to her new home and the situation at hand. One morning, Enji swung the door open to her bedroom and carried a sleeping Yukine all the way to an outhouse. She awoke tied up to a chair with ropes binding her hands and legs to the wooden flimsy looking chair. It creaked under her weight.

A projector with Enji's brought Yukine out of her initial shock. She'd been happy in the month since she had arrived. Yukine received good food and clothes and even an extravagant room right next to Shoto's.

She'd learned all about the youngest and the rest of the family. Yukine and Shoto hit it off instantly, they became best friends in such a short time and Shoto shared every secret with her and she did the same. She learned about the mafia life and today was her first day of training. Enji's projection instructed her to break out of her bonds and find her way back to the house.

Yukine spotted a nail file near her foot, she assumed this was what she had to use to escape. Yukine tipped the chair over and she fell onto the dusty floor, she managed to transfer the nail file to her hand and began sawing through her ropes. It took her roughly three hours just to escape from the ropes, another fifteen minutes to find her way out of the abandoned and one more hour to return back to her home.

She finally returned just as the sun began to set. Yukine burst through the double doors, her chest heaving and hair sticking to her forehead slicked with sweat. Shoto immediately rushed to her side to help her out, dressing any wounds and applying lotion to the rope burns on her wrists and ankles.

Those two had grown close. Yukine was treated equally to Shoto, given the same food, comfortable clothes and everything else. Unfortunately, that also meant undergoing the same harsh training as him.

But that was sixteen years ago, Shoto had finally reached the age of succession, twenty-one. All his father had to do was sign a few documents transferring everything over to his name and then Shoto would finally be the head of the second most powerful mafia in Japan.

Shoto sat in his father's study, a large mahogany table in front of him with a couple of unsigned documents and papers strewn over the top of the surface. He'd slowly started bringing about changes in the study starting with the way the table was decorated. He hated how his father ran the mafia, Shoto was determined to bring changes, he had his own morals. Of course, he was going to maintain its ruthless reputation.

He leaned back in the black leather chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as a mild headache started to form. "Yuki." Shoto said.

Yukine emerged from the shadows of their father's study. She stood behind his desk right next to him. Her lips pulled into a thin line as she listened intently to Shoto's orders. After all, she was to serve him now, she was his best weapon in his arsenal.

"It's time. I expect you know what to do." He never looked up at her and she never looked at him. He just knew she was there always listening in, hidden somewhere in the shadows.

"Yes, sir." Yukine responded. Shoto nodded, she took it as her dismissal and Yukine left the room.

Night rolled around and Shoto was restless. He moved around in bed waiting for Yukine to come to his room and tell him how her mission went. But he knew she had to be careful and take time, this was their father they were targeting after all. He taught them every trick in the book but Yukine had developed her own skill set by accompanying the father and son on missions.

Yukine crawled through the attic of their manor. Her body pressed against the floor and white hair tied up into a high ponytail so she could focus on her mission at hand. She felt around the floor looking for a specific tile, once her fingers grazed over the loose tile she removed it. A small gap revealed the man that had taken her in sixteen years ago sleeping soundlessly.

Both Shoto and Yukine harbored strong feelings of hate and loathing for the old man. Especially with the way they had been treated growing up. Even in their teen years Yukine would witness Enji hurting Shoto for simple mistakes, mistakes that could easily be overlooked because the outcome was the same nonetheless. But it never satisfied Enji, even Yukine went through the same treatment for mistakes in killing. They both swore to get back at him one day. And tonight was that day.

Shoto was destined to fill his father's place. Already grown up into a fine mafia boss and Yukine grew up to be an excellent assassin. The best in the entire mafia, no one was a match for her and she took pride in that.

Yukine slipped a thin string through the crack in the roof. The string was practically invisible to the naked eye and even if Enji woke up it would be impossible for him to spot her in the darkness. Yukine has learnt about most plants, which were best for healing and of course which could be used as poison. Yukine pulled out a tiny glass vial containing a yellow liquid.

The string hovered above Enji's parted lips as he slept peacefully. Yukine used a plastic dropper and added the liquid to the string. She was well versed on the world's deadliest poisons and her current choice was nightshade, one of the seven deadliest plants in the entire world. Of course, she had diluted the liquid enough for its effects to occur but not enough to kill Enji. The drop of nightshade slipped in between his lips and Enji's eyes flew open.

Her poison manifested its effects in seconds and Enji was unable to move a muscle. He wouldn't be able to move unless he received the antidote and only Yukine had it and knew how to make it. She slipped the loose tile back into place and hurried to Shoto's room.

She slipped inside his room. Shoto was lying in bed as Yukine sat on the edge. He didn't feel the change in the weight of the bed but he knew she was there, like she always was. "It has been done."

Shoto sat up in bed. "Excellent." He left his room with Yukine by his side. Unfortunately, there would be a few obstacles in their way preventing them from reaching their goal. The first one being their father's right hand.

Kido had been working with Enji for years ever since he rose to power. He was very loyal to Enji and would support any decision he made even if Shoto opposed it. Yukine's protective instincts kicked in, she'd been raised to always protect Shoto. Yukine unsheathed a blade she had attached to her thigh. It took one powerful strike for her to pin Kido to the wall. Her blade pierced his shoulder and lodged itself into the wall behind him. Shoto's hand muffled his screams but it wasn't enough.

"Finish this quickly." Shoto instructed Yukine, he knew she always carried a weapon on her body. Yukine even slept with a knife under her pillow.

She nodded just as Shoto left her side. Yukine plucked the blade out of his body and watched Kido fall to his knees holding his bleeding shoulder. Yukine stood over his body trapped between his legs. She reached down, arms wrapped around his neck and she violently jerked his head to the side. His neck snapped in an odd direction still her hold and his mouth hung open in an O shape. Yukine's face betrayed no emotion.

'One down.' She wiped her blade over her black shorts. The blood smeared and hid itself in the dark color. Yukine was dressed specifically for her special mission, being a betrayal, she was prepared for the worst and would protect Shoto until his dying breath. Even if it meant having to slaughter the people she worked with.

Yukine donned a full black outfit, including a black crop top and shorts. She wore a black military utility belt with various pouches carrying all her necessities. Her thighs had multiple sheaths attached to them each holding one of her treasure knives. Yukine's wrists had maroon-colored gauntlets wrapped around each of them. Kido was loyal to a fault with Enji and Yukine was the same with Shoto.

She stepped over Kido's body, his cold dead eyes and gaping mouth stared at her retreating figure.

Kido's muffled screams had alerted some of the nearby guards. Enji's room was the only heavily guarded room in the manor aside from the Todoroki family vault. A grunt caught her attention and Yukine broke into a sprint. She rushed through the halls only to be cornered by a small group of men.

"Haruki. I didn't expect this from you." One of them said. From what she could see there were roughly seven of them, all taller than her and bulkier. But she had been specially trained to take down those twice or thrice her size.

It took her seconds to assess her surroundings and her opponents. Her only goal at the moment was to return to Shoto's side.

A man charged at her and Yukine pulled out her knife in a flash, she flung it at the man and he slumped to the ground with her knife protruding from his chest. The small group gaped at their fallen comrade but when they turned to Yukine with seething fury she was gone like a ghost.

Yukine appeared behind one of the other men, she tugged on his blond hair and split his throat open in one swift movement. He too slumped against the floor, blood gushing out of his neck. His hands clamped down on the wound trying to stop the bleeding but his attempts proved futile and soon his eyes lost their life.

"You bitch!" Another screamed. He sprinted towards her, Yukine saw it coming and ducked out of the way. Mafia members who lost themselves to emotions were always predictable and easy to read. Yukine on the other hand had full control over her emotions, keeping them locked away and making her unpredictable.

Just as the man who had run at her turned around, Yukine pressed her hand against his chest firmly. A blade shot out of her gauntlet, piercing his chest. Her gauntlets were programmed to spring out blades upon contact and her blades had been drenched in belladonna. Even a small nick of her enemy's skin would kill them.

Yukine spun around and landed a kick to another's face knocking him unconscious. Her arm sliced through the air as her gauntlet's blade sprung to life. It grazed another's neck and he was rendered unconscious. Slowly the poison would spread and eventually kill him. She grabbed a fistful of his green hair and buried her knife in his gut for good measure.

Another man with midnight blue hair charged at her, she easily jumped over him using his shoulders as a springboard. The man spun around confused and Yukine dug her knife into his stomach. She pulled it out and the man started leaking blood everywhere. The last one looked absolutely terrified. A short girl had single handedly killed all six of his comrades.

He tried to run away. He knew he had no chance fighting her. She was Shoto's best weapon just how Enji raised her to be. Yukine unsheathed another dagger hidden inside the black combat boots she wore. With one eye closed, she took aim and threw the dagger at the fleeing man. The silver dagger soared through the air and buried itself in his back with its black hilt protruding from it.

She was left alone surrounded in a pool of blood at her feet. Yukine collected all the daggers she had flung or that had buried themselves in the men's bodies. She couldn't afford to lose them, of course she could always buy new ones and Shoto would be more than happy to buy them but she loved the ones she had.

Once all her daggers were back in her possession, Yukine walked away in search of Shoto leaving bloody footprints in her wake. Eventually, she found Shoto after having to strike down a few other guards. He too had killed a few other men. She watched him snap another's neck the same way she had done earlier before he stood back up.

"You, okay?" A stupid question really, Yukine was the best of the best but she appreciated his concern. Yukine nodded once and they walked into Enji's room.

The tall old man still lay completely still in bed. His eyes wide and lips parted, he'd been listening to everything. The fights, the grunts as his children killed his own men and how they spoke to each other. Never in his entire life did he think they would betray him and make an attempt at his life. However, with the way he treated them he should have seen it coming.

Shoto sat at the edge of his father's bed holding onto a black folder while Yukine hovered nearby. She stayed near the door in case someone else tried to protect their boss. She would strike them down. Shoto lifted his father into a sitting position and the old man had a better view of the two betrayers.

Just as Yukine positioned herself near the door someone burst inside. Another man wearing a full white outfit. He held a knife in his hand too, his eyes fell on Yukine and he charged at her. Yukine stepped to the side, her hands clamped down on the base of his neck and his wrist. With that she pulled him forward and twisted the knife out of his hand. She used her body to pin him down and pulled out her own dagger.

She lifted it but the man was faster than her. He grabbed her hand, stopping her dagger mere inches from his face. Annoyed, Yukine pulled out another dagger strapped to her thigh and tried to stab with that. Her other hand had been blocked too. Shoto on the other hand, left the fighting to Yukine while he tried to converse with his father.

He threw the folder in his father's lap, papers escaped its dark clutches, Shoto wiped at the blood pooling at the corner of his mouth. Someone must have punched him pretty hard.

"Sign these if you want to live. You know Yuki is the only one who can cure you." Enji couldn't move any part of his body except his eyes which shifted between Yukine and Shoto. Soon his fingers began to twitch and he started regaining feeling in his right hand.

Yukine's annoyance changed to frustration. She would not allow this man to live and hurt her pride as the best assassin in the Todoroki mafia. Yukine struck him with a punch to the face before she pushed herself off him. Yukine made eye contact with Enji before she wiped at the blood splattered across her face.

Thinking Yukine had given up on him, he turned to the side holding his cheek. But his eyes found Yukine's. A mischievous glint in them. Yukine kicked the man in his stomach, a sharp pain seared through his body before he could register what had happened. His hand came down on his stomach and when he pulled it away, he saw it covered in a thick layer of red sticky blood.

Confused, he scanned Yukine trying to figure out what had happened and sure enough he found his answer. Because he noticed a bloody dagger emerging from the toes of Yukine's boot. Just how many daggers did she carry with her?

The man bled out on the floor. Shoto joined Yukine's side holding the same black folder he had arrived with. "Give it to him." Shoto said as he flipped through the papers checking if everything had been signed.

Yukine reached for her utility belt and extracted another glass vial containing a clear liquid. The antidote. She tossed it at Enji and the vial landed on the bed next to his hand. The two youngest members of the family watched their old man struggle to reach for the clear liquid with amusement shining in their eyes. Yukine always understood Shoto's orders, his orders were rarely ever simply, they usually held a hidden meaning that she always caught and executed.

Just like right now.

Yukine reached for her hair, it still held its position on top of her head, tied together by a Kanzashi hair stick. She pulled the kanzashi free, her white hair fell past her waist as she twirled the hair stick in between her fingers. Yukine flicked the hair stick and it changed into a thin blade. She flung the butterfly knife at Enji and it dug its home in his neck.

They left the room leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. The manor was extensive and his siblings and mother lived in a different wing of the manor.

"Come now, Yuki. The night is far from over." Shoto had a small smile on his face, one that would lead to nothing good. But Yukine would follow him to the depths of hell if that's where he would take her.

Without uttering a word Yukine followed him outside to the roof of the house. She already knew what was coming next but still awaited orders. The cold air nipped at their skin; their cheeks turned a soft shade of pink in the winter air.

Shoto glanced over the side of the manor. There were two levels of the outside of the house, both stationed guards. Those guards were like Kido, loyal to Enji. "Take those three out. I'll deal with the ones below you." Yukine was already leaning over the edge of the manor.

"At once." She whispered under her breath loud enough for Shoto to hear her. The unsuspecting guards beneath her talked to each other as they wandered around their post. Yukine flipped off the side of the building, she wasn't that far up and mastered the ability of sticking a landing safely like a cat.

The moment she landed Yukine broke out into action. She ran at the three guards with daggers extended from her gauntlets. She kicked and slashed her way through them. Yukine landed a punch on a man's chest and her blade dug through his flesh before Yukine pulled it back out harshly.

Yukine's blades retracted back into her gauntlets. Once she confirmed the men had been killed, she turned to face the sky. Shoto peered off the edge and Yukine gave him a silent thumbs up. He nodded once and disappeared from view.

She saw him again on the level below him. Yukine heard him speaking to the guards normally. He was a master manipulator and excelled at deception.

"Father says you guys can take five now." Shoto calmly stated. The two guards he was talking to exchange a look before they pounced Shoto. They knew Enji never gave them a break without a reason, and on the off chance he did Enji would tell them himself.

"How annoying. I thought that would work." He sighed softly. Shoto easily dodged the guards’ attacks as they swung at him. The fight was over in an instant. One guard had been tossed over the side of the building with a sickening crack echoing into the night. Shoto pulled out a revolver from the back of his pocket, he aimed it at the other guard and fired. The bullet dug a hole between the guard's eyes.

Shoto called for Yukine again. She leaped down the side of the manor and landed next to Shoto in a catlike position before she straightened herself. "You called?"

"Stay here. Guards must be on their way; the gunshots will have attracted them. I'll distract them. Our men will replace them soon." Yukine nodded and Shoto left her again. She eyed one of the guns perched on the side of the wall, her fingers ran across the sleek wood.

Yukine is a weapons specialist. She knows how to work most weapons, although, she greatly prefers her daggers she was accustomed to guns as well. Enji would always tell her to never bring a knife to a gun fight. Her response was always the same, "I can if I'm fast enough." In turn, his response was the same too, a slap across her face.

'Why am I remembering him now of all times?' Yukine scolded herself. In order to distract herself she plucked the gun off the wall and began toying with it, she adjusted its settings, loading and unloading bullets as well as locking and unlocking the safety of the gun.

In the distance she heard shouting. Shoto was right, the firing attracted more guards and she saw him emerge from the main doors to the manor. Yukine lowered herself into position. She lay flat against the dusty ground; he'd stolen rifle propped up under her chin. She peered into the scope and began adjusting the rifle to her liking while Shoto carried on a casual conversation.

"Sorry to alarm you all. I was just practicing my aim." He shrugged, everyone knew how hard Shoto worked and how he'd sometimes stay up to practice. "I promise, I would never fire unintentionally."

Yukine's eyes widened, he'd put emphasis on the word fire --a secret signal, and without hesitation Yukine pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed through the air and struck the man closest to Shoto. His blood splattered across Shoto's face. Headshot.

With that chaos ensued. The remaining men all either stepped back trying to search for the source of the attack or tried to flee the scene. Shoto pulled out a pistol he had previously used and fired continuous shots at each of the fleeing members. Shoto didn't need cowards in his mafia, he only wanted those who were willing to follow him no matter what. And to achieve that he would kill those who fled.

Shoto handled the ones who ran away and Yukine took care of the ones who stayed behind searching for her or who tried to attack Shoto. The fight didn't last long. Although, they were severely outnumbered, the guards lacked any weapons. It was almost laughable, running towards gunshots unarmed. How stupid could they be? That's why they needed to be replaced.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Shoto ceased fire to attend the call while Yukine continued to shoot at the oncoming guards. Each bullet struck their heads or hearts, some were shot in the stomach and left to bleed to death. By the time Shoto ended the call, all of the so called "brave guards" had been shot.

An army truck rolled its way up to the manor. As soon as it stopped a bunch of men leaped out holding guns and knives, they were the people Shoto had selected as replacements. He'd been planning this with Yukine for months behind his father's back. Everything would be perfect.

Shoto gave out instructions and appointed each man his position. Now that the fight was over, Yukine stared up at the moon before she returned to Shoto's room where she would wait for him.

Yukine discarded her dirty clothes and left her weapons under the bed. She turned on the hot water and took a well-deserved shower. The water at her feet turned pink as the blood washed down her body. She washed the dirt and blood out of her nails and hair until she was fully white again. Feeling refreshed, Yukine emerged from the bathroom in black lingerie to find Shoto standing in the middle of the room.

"You did great." His hand ruffled the top of her damp head. Shoto walked over to the side of the bed, Yukine grabbed one of his black turtlenecks and pulled it over her body. It was long enough to cover most of her thighs.

"What's that?" She sat next to him, her head leaning on his shoulder. They stared at the white envelope with a red wax seal in Shoto's hand.

He opened the letter and scanned the contents of the letter. They'd both had a long night and they were both tired so Shoto pulled Yukine down next to him. "What was that letter? What does it mean?" She tried asking him again. If he didn't reply then she'd drop it.

"It means our work isn't over yet. Go to sleep, we have a long day ahead of us."

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