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Hey Everyone,
Sev/AJ here soâŠ
Finally got my Master List all sorted out! (Updated 9/13/21)
Itâs mostly in the MHA series but I do have some work in Assassination Classroom, Fire Force, SK8 currently up. Everything else is in the works.
I write to get better and eventually go into the Original side of writing world with published work. This is my way of increasing my own talents and getting a general feel of opinions.
Be warned I write for a lot of MHA OCâs in my Blood trilogy series, so you will probably see random Quotes or scenes floating around because maybe if you are interest is caught youâll take a look at them! *wink*
I started new blog @hallows-eve-aj Itâs where Iâll be reblogging my writing so it isnât eaten up as much here. I did open a third blog @severedxchainâ its a blog where Iâll do a lot of reblogging of other art work and writing of other authors on here. Iâll have NSFW mostly reblogged there. If you guys have anything you want me to read, commit on and reblog, just let me know! Happy to help get everyoneâs work out there!Â
Ground Rules & Requests
Be Respectful and Remember Iâm an adult with real life responsibilities so be patient. I also work full time and have another College Degree in the works. All the fun Adulting!
If you have a request send them over! I need to get better at making short scenesâŠand not long winded fics they all usually turn into that anyway
I do write a lot of fight scenes or very heavy plot stories that are T rated, broken bones, near death experiences all that fun stuff. Anything not NSFW tagged is ok for minors to read. You may actually like the plot/characters of my SYOC BNHA/MHA Stories Iâm working on. Iâll chat with minors, but If you liked the personality of the characters or the plot or whatever we can talk about that. My works are labeled and rated correctly. So those stand to be accurate. So if youâre a minor and follow my blog I donât care, follow away. You wanna talk writing and content and getting better let me know. Always down to chat about things like that. You want honest feedback about your work I can take a look at it for you.Â
Iâm still in the process of posting them here, but I may leave my longer work on fanfiction and AO3 instead of putting it here as I think it may just be too long and Idk if the interest will be there, but if you like a plot heavy story and fight scenes I highly recommend you check out my Blood Orphans series.
You want to talk plots, quirks or flush our your OCs. Shoot me a message and Iâll be happy to help you out. Talk about anime, your writing or mine ask always open to chat.
As you can see most of my work is BNHA relatedâŠso I am most comfortable in this area, but I love to try others!
Current Fandoms: BNHA/MHA / SK8 / Fire Force / Assassination Classroom / Fruits Basket / Naruto / Jujutsu Kaisen / And many others
Guide:
đž - Fluff
â€ïž - NSFW
đȘ - Dark Content
đ„ - Action
đ - Fall in Love Event
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  (Currently Closed - Will open once I catch up)
(1/8 - Completed)Â
Tell Me You Love Me - Shinso x Reader (In the Works. WC: 1238)Â
BNHA:
Blood Orphans (Active) - 154,198 words (Ch 11) đȘđžđ„
Blood Lilies (Active) - 15,511 words (Ch 2) đȘđžđ„
Bloodlines (Active) - 9,978 Words đȘđžđ„
Vested Interests - (Active) - 14,722  đȘđžđ„ â€ïž
My Secrets to Keep (Active) - 23,718 đȘđžđ„ â€ïž
You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degreeâbut what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are justâŠmellow.
Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around themâand so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realizeâŠ
âŠthey've never actually told you anything about themselves.
Adding onto this: characters who are so deeply repressed that they don't even realize they're not fine, or at the very least not supposed to be fine. Characters who do tell you about a situation they're in that should be bad, but instantly laugh it off saying they can handle it (spoiler: they can, in fact, not handle it). Characters who laugh with you and listen to all your woes and much later you learn that they were actually going through something at least equally bad at the time, but they wave it off and don't want to speak of it. Characters whose main coping mechanism seems to be "don't think about it" on endless loop.
Basically, the fictional embodiment of the "this is fine" dog.
You should have been prepared; always be prepared, and nothing can hurt you; nothing is supposed to hurt you.
Your fingers curl along the phone you had clenched so tightly in your hand. Your eyes taking in the scene in front of you. Unable to look away, unable to stop the pain slithering in your chest. The heat rushing to your face, the salty tears filling your eyes.
Tears you desperately tried to hide, as you stepped back into the crowd of families and friends at the zoo.
Youâd gone to surprise him, you thought spending a little time together would be help, would make things better. You would meet your boyfriendâs friends from work. It was supposed to be a surprise, a way to spend time together.
What you walked in on explained why Hitoshi had been deliberately stalling you, quick to take you to other places, other rides to look for your boyfriend, after heâd spotted you. You finally caught on to something being off, being wrong, as he kept you from one of the water rides. Youâd pushed past him and headed in that direction. Your heart pounding, your mind already spinning with all the what ifs.
You saw how Shinsoâs gaze skirted away from you, how dare he feel guilty, feel sorry for you! Heâd been covering for his best friend, your boyfriend who was currently kissing another girl, some girl who had just started working together with him. How were you supposed to feel knowing she was younger than you? How were you supposed to feel knowing heâd claimed to be so busy at work while you were in school, working to better yourself, to support your family and he was moving onâŠ
When had he stopped loving you?
Iâll always support you.
Good job babe, Iâm so proud of you
Move in with me; when youâre done with school, let me take care of you.
Itâll be us together; you don't have to do this alone.
You twisted around intending to leave, but Hitoshiâs fingers grabbed your wrist attempting to halt you in your tracks. You jerked your arm back, but his grip only tightened for a moment more. âIâm sorry, you weren't supposed to find out like this.â
âBros before hoes right?â You growled, twisting around to slam your free hand against his chest. Your teeth clenched as you shot him a venomous look, despite the few tears that slipped down your cheeks. âYou can both fuck off!â you spat, hating the way your voice caught as you jerked your arm back as he released you, causing you to elbow the older guy whoâd been just sliding by.
You recognized him as your boyfriend's boss, but didn't do more than utter a quick, shakey apology, as you walked swiftly away, through the crowd.
You missed the tightening of the manâs lips, missed the way his cold dark eyes had so easily assessed the situation. Shota Aizawa had seen you come into the store to visit your boyfriend, he was all too aware of how hard you worked to better yourself. He also knew a little of your background that you chose to share with him, how hard you worked to juggle school, family and work.
You never complained but it couldn't be easy. The stress, the exams, and the work had to be eating you alive. You had a lot on your plate once your parents passed away, to take care of your younger siblingsâthe pressure to make it had to be a lot.
Shota wasnât sure what pushed him to go after you, to head in that direction but he couldn't leave you like that. He wasn't sure if he was going to find you, but to his surprise he saw you pausing by one of the deserted enclosures, no one else was around. The families all heading for the bigger exhibits.
He slowly approached watching you wipe your eyes on the back of your sleeves, watched your chest heaving as you struggled to breathe through the overwhelming emotion, watched your nails bit into your palm, struggling to regulate your emotions.
His hand settled on your shoulder, watching through the semi mirrored exhibit your eyes flicker to him. It was the only support he could offer you, and his silence as he let you gather yourself was more than you felt you deserved.
âI should have seen it comingâŠâ He flickered his eyes back to you as you spoke, not surprised to find you looking at him.
His fingers squeezed your shoulder and you pressed forward as you dropped your eyes to the ground. Heard you take a quivering breath before elaborating.
âWe used to talk all the timeâŠon the phone between my classes, at night, on my way to school and that stopped the last few daysâŠI was too busy to notice ââ you trailed off, your fingers tightening as you wrung them together.
âActually â thatâs not trueâŠâ you forced another slow breath and wiped at another tear that slid down your face. âI noticed, but thought if I ignored itâŠthat it wouldn't change anythingâŠthat I could fix it,â you gave a humorless laugh, as your gaze flickered to the creature inside the cage.
âI thought that he would love me enough to get through this together, to wait for meâŠâ
âIâm sorry,â Shota wasn't sure what else to say. What could he say? Nothing would fix the choices made; nothing would make it any easierâŠnothing would make the pain go away of knowing how little you mattered to the person you had spent years with, spent years believing you would be together forever.
Your fingers briefly squeezed his own, before you stood to your full height, giving him a small smile. âThanks for listening Mr. Aizawa,â
He wasnât sure what had him passing along his business card, his number scrawled on the back. âIf you ever want to talk, no matter the time.â he offered his hand stretched out toward you. He did this because he wanted to; he wanted to give you a lifeline.
Your fingers curled around the card, and after some hesitation, you needed that kindness, that lifeline.
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A/N: I wrote this to try and help me cope with a very similar situationâŠit's been really hard the last few days and nursing school is very demanding and I lost my best friend, so school and life stressors have become really hard, but itâll get better. Anyway, I hope this can help if anyone is going through something similar.
since the first post is a hit. I thought about doing a second one cuz you know it's really hard to find fics about them so why not. all of it from fanfiction.net. some warning though for this recommendation list. some are just plain fluff, some are full of steamy and some are both. if there are some similar fics from the first one sorry I did this at 3am in the morning. we'll start the first kakasaku fic that I ever read.
1. Sakura Majikku Mission Hogwarts by Evelyn-Sangria
2. Respect and Understanding by ronny-of-yore
3. Saving Grace by Minnionette
4. Letters of yesterday by kakashidiot
5. The hunt by Goldfishlover73
6. Sea Foam by moodiful819
7. Gentle lesson: The restoration of the hatake by kakashidiot
8. festival days by cinnamon-san
9. future without a past by ninufua
10. following you by edelin
11. a reason to come home by sakurastories
12. forget me not by sakurastories
13. sakura's medic instinct by azreal ezra
14. Good Boy by tipsyraconteur
15. Oddments by tipsyraconteur
16. the old razzle dazzle by tipsyraconteur
17. the old double whammy by tipsyraconteur
18. j'accuse by tipsyraconteur
19. ninja dorks flailing at interpersonal relations by lulu42
20. better man by kakashisgf
21. Celestial's junk drawer by celestialcircumference
22. quintessential by belledaynight
23. i remember pink by his-little-troll
24. small lie and a lost bet by naruhime
25. marooned by sakurastories
26. return by sakura478
27. paths by spoiled sweet
28. sakura and her scarecrow by thekatthatbarks
29. little black book by serenity-touched
30. confession of a pyromaniac by regas 27
31. collections by moodiful819
32. cherry blossom by lolalot
33. one day at a time by lolalot
34. scars by missgreeneyed
35. kakashi's way by wolfisis
36. just friends? by hatakescarecrow
37. finally found you by xcb234
38. hatake strings by inume-blue
39. cartography by frostings
40. consequences of laziness by shariganillusion
41. blue balls by amrun
42. when the dark clouds clear up by lolalot
43. different future by faithangel366
44. bleeding out by leosbabygirl84
45. at second glance by uselessfork
46. supernova nexus by vickerooni
47. meeting lost family by narutolover628
48. redemption by snowrose65
49. the tenacity of her heart by cszimm
50. distractions by eeearnest
51. double-edged love by snowrose65
52. as luck would have it by leafshadow2
53. memories by ayame411chan
54. not fair by moonstone muse
55. to come back to you by thekatthatbarks
56. eighteen by stellaasuna28
57. a cold shower by THEWolfgirl
58. the dance by juniperr11
59. scarecrows and cherry blossom by kakashiz
60. facing the past by kakashisukidayo
61. elope to iwa by hellarious
62. you either stand or you fall by sweetness4theheart
63. cupid by TCLessley
64. hidden scars by bearsan10
65. the lost one by insanehime
66. discoveries in oil by nikki1212
67. every moment by helena-3190
68. resolutions by lindt luirae
69. serendipity by lindt luirae
70. desperate measures by solea
71. against the sky by nostalgic-maiden
72. fire alarm by apocalyptical angel
73. the leaf is not all that's hidden by tedthedead
74. there are always two choices by unluckybabe13
75. self sacrifice of the mislead by nia the authoress
76. eye for an eye by lolalot
77. unbroken by princezsupastar
78. the most beautiful men in the world by eeearnest
79. vagabond by lolalot
80. when you were young by littlemoonlover
81. sweet cherries by bluefurcape.
82. just like fire by rise of the blossom
83. field of cherry blossom by snowwhitequeen30
84. storm cloud by directionoftime
85. timeline by fallen quills
86. make you sin by ravyna brutalis
87. the golden bough by lady otori
88. the pretty little dress by saskiel
89. one can only take so much by c.kennedy23901
90. under the moon's eye by amrun
91. how lovely the lightning and earth by somber secrets
92. star of silver,heart of tin by j-pop princess
93. his fault by ronny-of-yore
94. icha icha paradise unraveled by thatpinkshinobi
95. anoyone but you by xcb234
96. icha icha sakura by nottoca
97. the roles we play by imsomnikat
98. playing the game by amrun
99. books and cherry blossom by nastazia indark
100. getting lost on the roads of life by kakashisensei4444
kakasaku is my fave ship i gues other than ichihime, sasusaku, gajevy and others. but sometimes i think its hard to find the good fic. so here i guess the list of multichapters of fanfiction. mostly these are found at fanfiction.net. This is not a ranking its just a list of recommendations.
1. Will of fire by Cynchick
2. House of Crows by SilverShine
3. Fade in by hasu86
4. A Lesson For Teacher by Apocalytical Angel
5. Go No Further by DirectionofTime
6. An Experiment by MummaPaintsthe Blues.
7. The Samurai and The Oni Girl by Silberias
8. Heart of Honor by blitz-engel
9. Simple Things by Caitiy
10. The Bank II by Caitiy
11. An Elegant Christmas by mydarling0ve
12. A Marriage Inconvenienced by lulu42
13. Second Chances by cherryflowerblossoms
14. Heavy Reading by bluefurcape
15. Behind the Porcelain Mask by Lolalot
16. The White Knight and His Promise by Oxza
17. What happens now? by shippertrish
18. When Everything Changed by autumnâs glory
19. House Calls by Spoiled Sweet
20. I missed again by Directionoftime
21. Shinobi Of The Sand by goldfishlover73
22. Neon City by UneathedByOdin
23. Across The Table by UnearthedByOdin
24. Not The One by UnearthedByOdin
25. Stripped Bare by J-Pop Princess
26. Feeling You By cutecrazyice
27. The Last Hirameki by leafygirl
28. A Poor Imitation by leafygirl
26. A lesson in Chemistry by leafygirl
27. Fated by leafygirl
28. The Nature of the Game by leafygirl
29. The Taste Of Fire by Alien-writes
30. The Chemicals Between Us by Alien-writes.
31. Predilection by puddle-of-lemonade
32. Torn by Blade Rewind
33. A Matter of Trust by EmpressNariko
34. Double Edged by nimblnymph
35. Stupefied by LadyFlick
36. Swapped by A.L.Holland
37. Soul Searching by FlameTwirler
38. Take my Past and take my sin away by thekatthatbarks
Hey Chris @self-indulgentwriting, I hope you are having a great Valentineâs Day! Iâm your secret cupid for Karâs @httptamaki Love Letterâs event! I hope you enjoy this piece. It was fun to write. I chose Sukuna out of your choices, I hope it came out well! :)
Be sure to check out Karâs Love Letterâs Event here and read everyone elseâs lovely works!
Summary: Sukuna has always been the one person everyone told you to avoid, he goes through women like water. You refuse to be another notch on his long list. Youâve done your best to avoid him, but he always gets what he wants and heâs set his sights on you.
This is a college AU, so everyone is over 18+/21+ drinking age.
Word count: 3293
Dividers can be found Here & Here & Here
The content under the read is 18+ Divider is not suitable for Minors please do not interact. (I will post the Fluff safe version on my profile.)
Rocking back on his heels for a moment, he surveyed the people below him, his vermillion eyes roaming over the masses of college students. Many were in his year, in his classes or whom he knew in passing. Sukuna knew many people, too many really, all who who wanted to get in his good graces. Women who fawned over him, who were all too willing to give him whatever he wanted. Why? Why you may ask. It was simple really; they wanted his talents, his connections at the school, his fatherâs influence to move things in their favor just by association with little more than a word. Yeah, yeah his father was an amazing businessman, holding the top position as CEO of one of the most prominent medical and technological companies that Japan had ever seen.
Where did that leave him though? Nowhere fast, just the delinquent, snobby rich kid. The one person people hung out with because they wanted something from him. It was pathetic, all of it. Everyone.
This piece is for @bakuroo-writingsâ Onyxâs Speed dating collab you can find all the other writers work here! Check them out, you wonât be disappointed!
I decided to test my hand at Jujutsu Kaisen specifically the pairing between Satoru Gojo and Utahime Iori. I hope you like them! It got a little out of handâŠso this will probably be two parts, but here is the first one!
Summary:Â Satoru has loved Iori for years and is all to willing to show her what a real relationship is supposed to be, all he has to do is convince her to give him a chance. When has Gojo ever done anything in a normal fashion and heâs always been full of surprises.
This wasnât the first time she stared at her reflection and wondered who was staring back at her. She used to be so confident, so sure of herselfâŠever since Katsuya had begun to pick fights over things that used to not be an issue. Twisting everything to come back to her, like she was the only one at fault.Â
She turned smoothing a hand down her hair, before she let her gaze drift to her phone and that group chat that was blowing up with a one sided conversation between Satoru, Geto and Nanami. The buzzing on the phone and the unlocked messages scrolling past on her Lock Screen.Â
Her messages werenât usually unlocked, she was a very private person, but it wasnât a fight she wanted to have again. He had met her friends and things had gone well, everyone had gotten along, but after a few timesâŠKatsuya had wanted your sole attention. Being passive aggressive with getting her to stay with him, or do what he wanted.
After you moved in with him, things changed, his words were braided with insults, subtle at first or as though meant to be a joke, but they never got any better. He also pushed for her to cover up the scar on her face, sheâd never felt self conscious about it before, her friends had never hinted at the fact that it made her look less feminine, or less attractiveâŠbut he made her feel ugly, ashamed and thus her downward spiral had begun. It wasnât just her appearance he picked at, it was everything. It was her weight, her body shape, her muscle definition. It became anything and everything that he could use to tear down her self esteem.Â
No matter how you try to tell yourself something isnât true, if you hear something long enough, you begin to believe it, it takes root and festers and grows leeching away things that she used to enjoy, taking away little things at first, before all you can see if the ugliness underneath and you believe the negative voices, because itâs all you hear.Â
She wished she hadnât allowed her loneliness to trick her into the illusion that this was what love was supposed to be like. Iori should have never canceled her lease on her apartment and moved in with him. This wasnât love, it was just two lonely, broken people finding solace in each other. One who built himself up by tearing her down, that was a level of control he thrived on.
Iori placed her hand against the door of the master bathroom taking a moment before opening it. Aware of his lingering form in the living room she would pass by on her way to the door. She hated the way her heart pounded in her chest, as though she were afraid of him. Arenât you? You are afraid of him, he canât physically hurt youâŠbut look at who heâs turned you into?
âIâm leaving,â Utahime told him, watching as he ignored her, his attention on his phone, on whoever he was talking with, his tone light, cheerful and his laughâŠshe couldnât get him to laugh like that anymore. He hadnât even glanced in her direction as he smiled softly at who was on the other line. His rich tones filled the house as she left. When did things get so bad? Why had she let them fall to this point, was she not fighting hard enough?Â
I saw your post about making gifs, I was wondering if I could request one of your A. Ones the one where you add a color overlay to a gif.
I would love if it could be pink like the one you used for your Luffy one.
As for the gif, I would love one of Shota Aizawa, in one of his fight scenes, where heâs being a total badass!
If Iâve missed your one of five slots no worries!
Also do you do tag lists for your work? I love what you can do and would love to reblog them when you finish anything, so feel free to tag me in your art and your writing.
Here are some possible gifs, if you need other links instead of the Tumblr ones I can find those.
afternon aj hun!!! i chose one of these, hope you like it!!
(damn. he looks so good HELP)
also let me know if you want me to change anything!!<3
Summary: What was supposed to be simply getting ready in the morning turns into something else entirely.Â
A/N: I tired something a little different here and I hope you like it! I would love to know what you think! Enjoy! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs always appreciated!Â
Summary: To Masaru his mission has always come first, there has never been anything or anyone more important. Until he met HikariâŠshe has been a light in his darkness. Her very presence has chased away his tragic memories and reminded him that he is not alone. The truth can never stay buried and this is the story of how love can conquer all if given a chance to flourish.
Part of my Blood Trilogy series. Masaru appears in Blood Lilies and Blood Ties set a few years apart.
Word Count: 2479
Dividers found here
Masaruâs gaze darted toward a sound he had never heard in his lifetime. The smoke obscured his vision but eventually he could see through it, he could see who made that sound, that made his stomach tighten. He could see the man who had once been his teacher, the man who had taught him so much, the man who didnât see just a delinquent teen. He saw him, he helped him. It wasnât the first time heâd wondered after the accident how far heâd allowed himself to fall.
Heâd turned to taking his guilt and his regret out in ways that would destroy the world heâd wished for when Hannah had been alive, when his classmates had been alive. The guilt gnawed at his heart, chipped away at his sanity and left in its wake a young man desperate to destroy himself.
No one could reach him, no one could touch him. He fell into the darkness of his despair believing there could be no salvation, no one could save him. He didnât deserve to be saved. He couldnât save his friends, his classmatesâŠhis girlfriend.Â
The building had crumbled, had caved inward, had collapsedâŠand heâd let it happen.
Even after his redemption, his realization that he could be a hero, he could save people. He was stronger now. It was after the earthquake four years ago. Heâd not intended to get involved, but he had. Heâd stepped forward, kept the chunk of the building from crushing the pedestrians on the sidewalk. Heâd held the building as other heroes had aided in the rescue and it was because of that incidentâŠthat landed him in the eyes of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
It was through his work with them that they groomed him for the infiltration of the League of Villains. Although they werenât always called that, prior to Shigaraki taking over, they were led by All for One. It had been at an entirely different level than what it was now. It was secretive, but their direction seemed to be centered around whatever All for One had in mind, but really all heâd been looking for were those who would be loyal to Tomura Shigaraki.Â
A/N: This is a very self indulgent piece that I wrote a few days ago and was on the fence about sharing because I donât personally like to air my private affairs. That being said, maybe someone else may take a little comfort from this. I wrote this to sort of help process how I was handling things with my fur baby as I wasnât sure how she was going to fair with everything that was going on. (Sheâs ok now, thankfully) but it was something that had been weighing heavily on me for the last few days. If youâre going through something similar maybe this can help.
Word Count: 2000
Dividers found here
Taglist
He didnât bat an eye at your request to spar with him. Heâd looked up from the stack of ungraded essays as you lingered in the door of his classroom. Your hip tucked against the door jam as you debated coming fully inside his personal domain. The classroom was his territory and you liked to give him his space.Â
You were always respectful to his students, but with that respect came a different level of ease and sway he didnât have. He ruled his class with a heavy hand, but you were more lax, lively and dropped formalities unless you had to hold them. Some would think that level of ease meant the kids respected you less, but that wasnât the case. You put any and all who thought they could walk all over you in their place.
âWhatâs the rush?â he questioned; he hadnât yet given you his full attention, but when he didnât receive your usual banter, he frowned to be himself. Still he took a moment to gather himself before he glanced toward you, catching sight of the little red flags most wouldnât notice, but he noticed everything about you.Â
What caused him to rise to his feet and give you a critical stare was the brightness in your eyes and the red tint that outlined your war-painted eyes. It was the first sign that told him something was wrong. The thin line of your lips, the tension in your shoulders, and lastly the way you held your arms across your chest, which in itself wasnât something to note, but he caught the way you hid your knuckles, hiding the white-knuckled grip as your nails bit against your palm.Â
Others would see your arrogance, your pride, the tight control, but he could see what lingered underneath. What you so desperately wanted to hide.
Aizawa was careful as he approached you, he wasnât rushed as he set down his papers and capped his red pen. Before he stood rounding his desk and coming to a stop in front of you. He reached out to touch your cheek and you stepped back out of his reach. Usually little touches were alright, even in public you didnât mind it he was careful. Neither of you have ever been big on public displays of affection. He didnât miss the hitch of your breath as you swallowed and narrowed your eyes at him, using your anger as a shield.
I hope you enjoy this piece! You gave me a lot of creative freedom here and I hope you like it! I had so much fun with this after I figured out a way to kinda run with the soul mates idea and do it in a very unique and kinda wizardly way. Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays! You enjoy all the Great things! đ„°đâ€ïžđ
This was my first time writing Shouto and I had a lot of fun with it after I figured it out. Thank you so much!
This piece is for the BNHarem Discord serverâs Secret Santa event we did with those who signed up.Â
For those who take a look at this as well, I hope you enjoy! Feedback and comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome! đ€
If youâre only here to hate because well itâs Harry Potter, please keep your opinions to yourself. Oh the book titles are made up and itâs thanks to my boyfriend they exist in the first place when I needed some ideas! đ„°
Summary: Hogwarts is a place of wonder and magic for many young wizards, but for others it can be a place of refuge, friendship, acceptance and love. Soul mates exist and this is the story of how two best friends realize just how close they really are.
Characters: Shouto Todoroki x Reader | Toya Todoroki & Mentions of the Todoroki Family.
Word Count: 7695
Dividers came from @firefly-graphics specifically here
Your fingers begin to cramp up and you set your quill down carefully, as you shake out your hand, before flexing your fingers, bending them a few times before letting your gaze drift back to the words that were bleeding together on the pages of Lunar Trances. You werenât the only one scrambling to find various books on Werewolves after Professor Snape gave the surprise essay in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class after Professor Lupin wasnât there to teach today. Snape had been the last person you and the rest of the class had wanted to see, your face had fallen just like the rest at seeing the Slytherin house leader standing before the desk.
His jealousy over Professor Lupin was horribly obvious to just about everyone but the Slytherins. You had been placed in Gryffindor when you had been sorted by the sorting hat all those years ago. You loved your house, enjoyed all your friends, but none of them could compare to the boy who you were drawn to. You both had been close as children, your parents were often invited to the same Ministry of Magic functions, and thus their spouses and children were encouraged to come too. It was how you had met the well known Todoroki family and gotten to be as close as you were with them.
You sighed, as you ran your hand down your face for a moment before taking another stab at finding the information you were looking for. Lunar Trances was the first book you had found and snatched up, after all the others were looking for books on Werewolves too. It had been one of three you had been looking for. The second you had tucked next to you but hadnât begun to read yet, it was Lunaâs Gaze. You didnât look up from your reading as the chair across from you scraped back.
You had assumed it was your girlfriend, sheâd been hounding you for ages to come watch her quidditch practice . âLook Lex, I canât watch your practice tonight, this paper is due tomorrow and Iâm already behind, you know Professor Snape is going to skin me alive if itâs not done, after I bumped into him in the courtyard last week.â You scowled down the parchment paper in front of you at the memory. âHe wasnât happy that weâd both lost our footing!â Your sigh was heavy and you canât help the whine in your voice as you remember the horribly fiasco.Â
âSo thatâs why heâs been in a particularly foul mood, who would have thought youâd be the cause,â The masculine voice and teasing tone had you jerking your gaze up toward your desk mate. If it wasnât your partner in crime in the flesh. âToya, I thought you had class with Professor Hagrid.â You watch him shrug as he places his hands over a book heâd set down. âWe did, but a Slytherin 3rd year caused a ruckus with the Hippogriff, and the class was cut short thanks to his blunder, kids lucky he didnât lose a few fingers.â
His off handed comment caused your lips to twitch upward, you really shouldnât be finding any sort of humor in someone elseâs possible loss of appendagesâŠbut it was hard not too when it happened with Slytherin. Only made harder by his description of the kid when you had asked, many in the school were all too aware of Malfoy and his desire to appear bigger than he was, all because of who his father was.Â
âActually,â he amended with a widening grin as his lips moved exposing his teeth as he stuck his tongue out at you, wiggling his tongue piercing and arching a studded brow at you. âI wish he had, Slytherin would need a new seeker,â he told you darkly.
Iâll add it to my pinned master list once I get on my computer. Thanks to tumblrâs mobile app still canât edit it and this has been a several months thing, you would think they would fix it by now!
Thanks so much for joining my Fall in Love event. I really hope you enjoy this and who you were matched with! I thought Natsuo would fit in a way that goes away from the usual. I also let these two run with this one, it wasnât my original intention, but I hope you like it, there is just something about being able to be vulnerable with someone that opens a different layer of love, that I felt fit well with them. There will be a part two so I can include what I wanted with them as they havenât had a chance to do something more fun and mundane and just general get away from the emotional roller coaster that was their part one.Â
To everyone else who has taken the time to read this piece. I hope you enjoy it and thanks so much! Likes, Reblogs and comments are always welcome!
Natsuo Todoroki X Reader
Summary: In the wake of tragedy, healing and love can be found. Shared understanding isnât always easy to find and loss is never an easy thing to deal with, but it does get easier when you are able to share your most vulnerable feelings with someone who loves you.
TW: I feel this is necessary with this one to place here. There are mentions of a car accident, and a death. I do not label this as dark content as it doesnât fall in the realm that Iâd label it, but if it should be considered that. Let me know and Iâll change it. This is very much an angst/love/fluff please though.Â
 Word count: 3988
You lean back in your chair, feeling your shoulder pop and your muscles creak in your back, you reach out over your head allowing your body to work out any remaining kinks. Your gaze drifts to the time on your computer before looking back at the patientâs profile you have open, going over their current med list before you finish charting in their profiles that youâve given them their scheduled medications. Some are IV meds, while others they were given under supervision.Â
This work wasnât exactly in your field, you wouldnât be doing a nurseâs job, but this residency would help on your resume. Once you finished your rotation in a few weeks, your supervisor was going to write a letter of recommendation for you. It was an opportunity you couldnât pass up. It left you pretty busy though, you were running on empty, your eight hour shift had turned into extra hours. You werenât sure when you would be off work and it was already after nine.
Your department was down a night shift nurse and you had jumped in to help out, not because you would look good for anyone, but because it was just how you were, you lent a hand to those who needed it. Eventually these people could be your real co workers if you got hired here once you finished your final semester.
You had just finished your notes on the four patients you had taken over for, so the few remaining nurses werenât so overwhelmed on your floor.Â
âY/N, youâre still here. Would you come with me, I want to show you something.âÂ
You twist around already pushing yourself to your feet, your phone on silent in the pocket of your white coat. âDr. Reese,â you greeted quickly as you moved over to her, sharing a look with the charge nurse on your floor who gave a subtle nod of her head, a sign it would be fine if you left.Â
âYou want to be in the pediatric field donât you?â She asked as she moved to the staff elevators and you both waited for it to arrive on your floor. âYes maâam, itâs what Iâve always wanted to do,â You donât miss the way her lips press together as she sucks in a breath. âI shouldnât ask you to come,â the words were so low, you almost didnât catch them. You probably werenât really supposed to.
You lean back in your chair, feeling your shoulder pop and your muscles creak in your back, you reach out over your head allowing your body to work out any remaining kinks. Your gaze drifts to the time on your computer before looking back at the patientâs profile you have open, going over their current med list before you finish charting in their profiles that youâve given them their scheduled medications. Some are IV meds, while others they were given under supervision.Â
This work wasnât exactly in your field, you wouldnât be doing a nurseâs job, but this residency would help on your resume. Once you finished your rotation in a few weeks, your supervisor was going to write a letter of recommendation for you. It was an opportunity you couldnât pass up. It left you pretty busy though, you were running on empty, your eight hour shift had turned into extra hours. You werenât sure when you would be off work and it was already after nine.
Your department was down a night shift nurse and you had jumped in to help out, not because you would look good for anyone, but because it was just how you were, you lent a hand to those who needed it. Eventually these people could be your real co workers if you got hired here once you finished your final semester.
You had just finished your notes on the four patients you had taken over for, so the few remaining nurses werenât so overwhelmed on your floor.Â
âY/N, youâre still here. Would you come with me, I want to show you something.âÂ
You twist around already pushing yourself to your feet, your phone on silent in the pocket of your white coat. âDr. Reese,â you greeted quickly as you moved over to her, sharing a look with the charge nurse on your floor who gave a subtle nod of her head, a sign it would be fine if you left.Â
âYou want to be in the pediatric field donât you?â She asked as she moved to the staff elevators and you both waited for it to arrive on your floor. âYes maâam, itâs what Iâve always wanted to do,â You donât miss the way her lips press together as she sucks in a breath. âI shouldnât ask you to come,â the words were so low, you almost didnât catch them. You probably werenât really supposed to.
I hope you like what Iâve written for you! I canât thank you enough for joining my Fall in Love Event! There was a certain outdoor activity, you mentioned in your messages, that I wasnât able to include here, but I would like to focus on it in a Part Two with these two. I hope you enjoyed what youâve seen so far.
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MHA: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader
Summary: A tale of love in its purest form, Shinso reminds you that there will be no one who knows you as well as he does, you may have struggled in past relationships, but the ball is and will always be in your court. You donât need to pretend to be someone youâre not, not with him. He loves you unconditionally and you have found your forever mine.
Word Count: 3199
You shift your weight to your other foot and pivot to the side, a frown on your features as you scrutinize everything about the young woman staring back at you, youâre wondering if your clothes look right, if they fit you ok because your height is nearly six feet, it makes you feel horribly self-conscious about your looks. This isnât the first time you wish to be more average, at least for moments like this. You let your fingers tug at the dress hem watching the way it flutters along your legs and falls exactly at the right length. The blue shade looks lovely on you and fits you in all the right ways. Itâs perfect, everything is perfect...at least it should be.
âWhy am I hesitating?â
Itâs a question you find yourself answering as your brows wrinkle between your eyes and your teeth sink into your lower lip. Slowly your fingers trail through your dirty blonde hair and you frown as you nearly destroy all your work, but another firm hand has curled along your wrist and is carefully removing your hand from your hair. âCareful,â he told you firmly, his amethyst eyes landing on yours over your shoulder in the mirror. Slowly your hand lowers to your side and his hold on your wrist doesnât fade, doesnât lesson and slowly he lets his thumb brush along the inside of your wrist, fully aware of the racing pulse of your heart. He can feel it, how could he not.
You can feel his eyes on you, the heat of his gaze was going to burn you alive. Youâd averted your gaze wracking your brain for something to say to him, anything to say to his understanding tone. The way heâs looking at you, it tells you so much, how well he knows you. He knows everything about you and you know heâs far too perceptive. You take a slow breath in and he can hear the way it hitches, can feel the way your body trembles along his own.
You know you need to get it together, this was supposed to be an important night. It was very important for your work, your job. You were expected to make an appearance at least, the holidays were right around the corner and this was a work party among so many that you knew you couldnât miss it. That wasnât true you could miss it, but you felt obligated to go, but it was the last thing you wanted to do. It wasnât your scene and youâre only saving grace about the whole thing, happened to be your boyfriend Hitoshi Shinso. Who had agreed to go when youâd asked him about it three weeks ago, when you had found out.
âWe donât have to go,â he offers you an out, a way of escaping a situation you truly didnât want to be in. You were close to those you worked with, but you didnât like the prospect of the crowds and all the new people. It wouldnât have been so bad if it was just the people from your department, but there would be so many others there too. It was such a large event that you had been dreading it the moment youâd begun to get ready for it earlier today.
Your fingers tighten into a fist at his words, but you still havenât spoken up, he doesnât press you to talk. He knows you will when youâre ready, when youâve decided how to say what is going through your mind. His other hand reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. As his fingers slowly withdraw, your other hand curls gently along his fingers and he presses his lips to your temple. âIt sorta feels like I have to go,â you mutter softly with a sigh, feeling a little better, a little calmer now.
He leans his cheek against yours and rests his chin on your shoulder as his other hand curls along your waist and settles on your hip, the touch is possessive, but there is nothing truly sexual about it. You both are affectionate people and physical contact was just one of the many ways you two communicate. This was also a testament to just how close you are with each other. âIf youâre not comfortable, weâll stay in. Besides, we have plans bright and early tomorrow.â Even with his breath tickling your ear with every word he said, his gaze had not once left your own through the reflection of the mirror.
Shinsou feels you lean back against him and he only tightens his hold as your fingers trail through his hair. He gives a soft huff of sound and patiently waits for you to decide on the course of action for this evening. âDo you want to go though?â he asks softly, he might have been dressed in a pair of black slacks, dress shoes, and a royal purple dress shirt with a black vest and the sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. None of that mattered though, he could easily ditch the whole outfit for a pair of comfy sweats and lounging on the couch with you watching movies and cuddling under a blanket. That sounded like a far better way of spending your time together in his opinion. Heâd do this for you though, if it was what you wanted.
âNot really,â you admit softly. The dress wasnât you, you were trying too hard to impress others and it wasnât at all what you were comfortable in, what you would normally wear. Who were you to be someone you werenât? It wasnât worth all the stress and anxiety anyway. You wouldnât have been there for longer than twenty minutes before you would be wanting to get out of there.
The way his fingers trail over the black stem of one of the flowers on your upper arm and follow it further to your shoulder, his fingers brushing your long hair out of his way as he moves to let his fingers slide the zipper of your dress down slowly. Allowing his lips to press against the shell of your ear. âLetâs stay in,â he suggests softly, his voice a low, hush of sound that does all sorts of things to you. His fingers ghost along the gray petals along your back and as the fabric parts along your shoulders as the zipper stops at the middle of the dress.
It parts falling along your upper arms and when you donât object to his attention, he continues to help the material from your shoulders, down each arm. His touch lights a fire, and your pulse races; he can see the way it hammers along your neck, can see the way color blossoms along your cheeks. The low chuckle against your ear makes you shiver, and finally, the material pools along your bare feet. He hasnât touched you in any obscene places; heâs been very good with your boundaries.
He cups your cheeks in his hands as you twist in his personal space, your eyes searching his own, seeking some sort of validation that you had made the right choice. Your hands press against his chest, curl into the dark fabric of his dress shirt, the material wrinkles, but none of that matters. He gives you that half little smile that quirks up one side of his mouth. Heâs bolder with you, more than anyone else. His thumbs brush along your cheeks as he waits you out, letting you have all the control in whatever happens next. As long as heâs with you thatâs all that matters, he doesnât need the glitz and the glam, just you as you are. Your smile as your lips meet his own is all that he needs.
The kiss is lazy as one arm curls along your waist to draw you closer to him, the other carefully begins to pull out each and every pin from your hair, before sliding along the end to begin the careful process of undoing all your hard work leaving your hair in long wavy strands along your back. He sucks down your laughter as you hook your leg with his as his knees brush the edge of the bed. His breath leaves in a woosh of sound as his back hits the mattress. Youâve broken the kiss now your laughter filling the room as you press your hand against his chest staring down into his violet eyes, his hand stretched out the pins safely contained in his fist, your hand on his wrist âIâve got you now,â your boastful and proud as you smile down at him through the brightly lit room.
âSo you do,â he says as he stretches out on your bed not at all complaining with your weight on top of him. He is proud of you, heâd been teaching you a little self defense since you two had started dating a few months ago. Your relationship was comfortable and it wasnât just about sex, there was a level of respect, comfort and ease you hadnât had in your past relationships like you did now...like you did with him. You loved him, but you hadnât said it, infact neither one of you had dropped the L word, but you often lazed around together, not always naked, but often in comfy clothes, the more carnival pleasures didn't define your relationship. You both were home bodies and generally enjoyed hanging out together, you didnât have to be doing the same thing either, sometimes you were reading and he was playing a video game with his friends and it was just real.
Shinso loved being close to you. He was very much in love with you. You didnât try to change him or demand all his time. You thought his friends were funny and he was thankful you got along with that, that they generally liked you and you felt the same. There was no awkwardness, it was as though you had fit right in with them after you got comfortable with them. It hadnât taken long for you to integrate with them. To fall into their circle. It was easy, relaxed, there was no special standard to live up to, no remarks that hid jealousy or half truths.
His last relationship had been nothing like that, it had been a horribly one sided give in his relationship, he had kept giving and giving, and there was no equality to how much she had taken and taken from him. Everything he had given was never enough. His friends were never good enough, and heâd struggled to see how far he was losing himself, until one day he had just had enough and left.
Heâd taken time away from the dating scene to get his head on straight, to find himself, to find the pieces he had lost.
You two had met at a college party, it was your last wild night with a few of your friends before everything would change. The girls had dragged out to have some fun before everyone would go their separate ways in life. He had only been invited by Izuku, who was in his last semester too, but Shinso had graduated last year.
It had felt weird to be back after being out of the college scene for so long. He had a job in his field and things couldnât have been going any better for him. Heâd dated here and there but he was more careful now, of who he let get close to him. A one night stand was one thing, but getting tied down again wasnât on his radar. He was content to just work for a little while and have someone warm his bed or chase a night of passion together and be gone in the morning.
Heâd been ready to continue that routine, but thenâŠthen heâd met you.
It was an accident really, that heâd even found you in a crowded house party like this. Izuku had disappeared into the kitchen leaving him to linger awkwardly in the crowd of groups who were already in their own conversations. It was at that moment that he remembered why he didnât like these parties. He wasnât the type to put himself out there like that. He usually stuck with his friends but Izuku had dragged him here early and the others werenât here yet.
He started to move to the kitchen but stopped himself, he wasnât about to follow his buddy as though he was a lost puppy, he wasnât that clingy. He could manage a few minutes alone. When had he gotten to where he hated most social settings? He never used to be this anti-social.
You were talking with one of your girlfriends, he could still remember the sound of your voice as it drowned out the rest of the party when heâd heard you. You were holding a drink high over your head telling her that she didnât need to get drunk to get over her shitty ex boyfriend. The shorter brunette made a jumping grab for her drink and you had smoothly side stepped her, perfectly avoiding her, but not him as you collided. He reacted without thinking. His left arm curled along her waist, pressing along your stomach, and his right hand encircled your wrist, no longer in danger of dropping the wine glass or spilling the contents on either one of you.
âOh my god,â you let the words fall from your lips as youâd felt yourself collide with a body that didnât give an inch when youâd collided with him. âCareful,â he said, keeping his voice even, as his eyes assessed everything about you when youâd nearly fallen in his lap. His eyes stayed on your own as youâd turned to stare at him, expecting so many things, but it wasnât for the man standing before you to be taller than you, for your body to tuck so perfectly against his own, even in this very public setting.
His voice caused a shiver to travel through you as you carefully extracted yourself from his hold. âIâm so sorry,â you jump in quickly to apologize, but he only waves away your apology with a small quirk of his lips. âNo harm done.â Was his honest answer. Heâs just trying to come up with a reason for asking your name, but he doesnât have too, not when Izuku draws the shorter girl in for a side arm hug and quick to greet you by name. It would seem that Izuku knew literally everyone, there wasn't a time they couldnât go out, even to the most obscene places that the young charismatic young man was spotted by so many. He was definitely the type of person who didnât meet a stranger.
Izuku was also kind enough to introduce you two to each other. He could still remember the way your hand had fit into his own.
Your lips pressed against his ear as you had begun to unbutton his dress shirt, your legs easily on either side of his hips, even completely vulnerable as you were, you felt powerful, wanted, loved. He made you feel those things and so much more. The respect he had for you, was more than you could ever ask for, your physical, emotional and mental connection was something others would never truly have. âWhere did you go?â you ask softly as you watch his gaze take a moment to track you as you pull the tails of his dress shirt out of his black pants, the fancy material parted along his flesh exposing his skin to the lowlights of the room and your ever seeking touch. There was nothing sexual in your movements, not right now at least.
âDo you remember how we met?â he asked you softly as his arms curl around you suddenly rolling you so you're spooned against his chest, his body heat seeping into your own. âYeah, that was almost the worst day of my life. I almost spilled Ochakoâs wine all over you. I was so focused on her, that I somehow didnât see you. Iâd have been absolutely mortified had that wine spilled on you,â you admitted as your fingers brushed over a scar on his index finger, something heâd gotten when heâd been chopping vegetables with his mother one evening during dinner, when heâd been thirteen.
âIâd love you as much as I do now, even if you had spilled that wine all over me.â You feel his whole body tense as those words hang in the air between you both, it was clear he hadnât exactly been meaning for those words to fall so casually. You lace your fingers with his and realize you have to try a little harder than normal as heâs debating on a way to take back the words that heâs said. Heâs just about to apologize before your fingers are dancing up his sides hitting the ticklish spots heâd done his best to keep hidden from you, but youâd found them the first week you had been dating and had greatly enjoyed hearing him laugh. That wasnât the only sound you enjoyed coaxing out of him.
You lock your leg with his and roll with him as he tries to escape from you and from the situation. Your arms lock around his neck and heâs stilled completely with his back on your bed, not moving an inch for the likelihood of accidentally hurting you. âWait,â the single word has his gaze shifting slowly back to yours. âItâs okâŠI wasnât sure if you felt the same way or ââ It's your turn to let your gaze drift away from his own and his hand finds your cheek. âOr?â he promotes softly, feeling the way his heart is pounding in his chest. Could it really be possible that you feel the same?
With a slow breath in, you let your gaze clash with his, finding your resolve. âIf it was just meâŠif I was the only one in love with you.â No sooner had those words left your lips than were his own claiming yours, his hands smoothing over your side, before one of his hands found your own as your fingers laced together with his.
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