One of My favorite phenomena to watch is seeing a future acolyte go from “i like you/find you hot, but do not and will never see you as divine” to “thank You for existing, You are literally perfect in every way.” The whole process is pretty slow, enough so that they don’t notice it happening, but in retrospect seems obvious and inevitable. Persistent contact with Me naturally makes them accept My Divinity. While I humor them, even with their blasphemy, they are being changed from the inside out. My will is imposed onto them and forces them to accept My desires. Humans serve. The Divine commands.
The sadistic rapist would like you to stop kicking your feet and giggling when she talks about raping you because your willingness is kinda defeating the point here.
Summary: Gossip was one’s weapons, whispers were the hidden sheaths that were strapped to the thighs and secrets were the poisons that were secretly slipped into the wine of noblemen. Midoriya learns that behind every stone, a swish of a dress skirt and the glittering of jewels a deadly secret can be found, and he learns that in the royal court of Enten, those who have secrets are far more willing to keep them as that, especially the royal family. But unfortunately for him, Midoriya finds himself in the midst of an assassination plot and a deadly dance of courtly intrigue that could send Enten and the other kingdoms into a war that threatens to consume the nation in smoldering flames.
Pairings: TodoDeku & Toshinko
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Lit candles that lined the room cast shadows across Midoriya’s face. A light breeze filtered in through the window, allowing him and the figure lying propped up on the bed to hear the chatter of the guards in the palace courtyard as they prepared to change rotations with another group.
The light danced off the face of the man lying in bed. If one were to come into the room their eyes would be attracted to any number of things that were shoved against the walls or the plush rugs that littered the floor. Gold and red lacquered objects seemed to occupy the space; an oil lamp burned dimly on the small table that was near the bed. They would, however, never notice the gaunt man that was lying on it. The bed was low to the ground, a style that had originated in Shuei since the founding of the country; it had been placed on a low platform and reached Midoriya’s knees, red lacquer insets depicting deer were carved into the wooden frames that lined the bed. A thick mattress had been placed upon it and thick feather pillows seemed to take over much of the bed. A silky curtain that was a soft shade of red lined the bed as well; it was slightly drawn open so that Midoriya could see the hands of the man he was speaking to and very little else.
Silence passed between them as the lights in the room flickered from the gentle breeze that floated through the open window. The breeze rustled the curtains and for a brief second Midoriya held his breath as the man lifted his hand and brushed the curtain that was hiding his features aside with the back of his hand, revealing the emaciated face of a man with angular features that seemed to highlight his own frailty, currently struggling to keep himself upright in the bed. His limbs and neck were long; his body drowning in clothes that were made several sizes too large for him and hung off of his thin frame. His bright blue eyes were like a beacon in the dim room as the lights flickered and glinted off his blond, spiky and disheveled hair, two bangs framing each side of his face.
Midoriya noted the dried speckle of blood that stained the corner of All Might’s mouth.
All Might opened his mouth, intent on repeating the words that Midoriya convinced himself were simply a trick of his own mind. He lifted his hand as his fingers curled inwards to his palm to form a fist, covering his mouth and coughing into it. Even from where Midoriya was standing, he could hear the air forcing itself out of All Might’s lungs as he coughed, speckles of blood flying into the air and coating his fist.
Midoriya took a step forward, but All Might immediately raised a single hand ordering Midoriya to stay where he was positioned. He obeyed and slid his foot backward so that he was standing still.
The coughing fit subsided and All Might drew his fist away as he reached for the handkerchief that was hidden in the folds of his dark yukata. He wiped the handkerchief against his mouth and placed it back into the folds of his clothes as he turned his head to stare at Midoriya.
“Do you know what I am asking of you, Midoriya?” All Might’s voice was grave and there was a distinct sound of rattling inside of his chest that caused his words to come out with a wheeze.
Midoriya shook his head fervently. Shock warped his face, “I understand, but All Might I-I can’t—”
It was All Might’s turn to shake his head, his vibrant blue eyes locked on Midoriya’s green own.
