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once again thinking about dante surrounded by a gaggle of giggling little witches begging him to tell them another story or to at least tell the one about the good witch who changed his life again bc it’s their fav
“you guys are gonna get me in trouble if you don’t close your eyes and at least pretend.”
dante warns once, raising a brow ominously. eight giggles become interspersed with the hiss of shushing, the little smack of hands being slapped over mouths not stifling the sounds of delirious laughter no matter how hard they try.
“sorry mister dante.” one of the eight year olds apologizes, pulling a blanket over her chin. she’s had it since she was far younger, around four - a gift from him he was given your blessing to pass along.
she struggled to fit in amongst the rowdier other orphans but she’s come into her own, flashing him a grin and showing off her two missing bottom teeth.
“we just like your stories so much!”
giggling is now replaced with affirmative nodding, humming, and various long syllabled “yeaaaahhhh” chants, the girls clearly deciding sleep isn’t quite calling their names yet.
“tell us the one about the devil!” shouts the oldest.
dante hushes her, reaching to gently tug at the end of her hair. it doesn’t hurt but she huffs, annoyed.
“the answer would be no even if we weren’t this close to bed time. besides, the boss would really kill one if she knew i told you that one.”
there’s no sense in hiding the scary realities of the girls’ power to them but dante does his best to respect your wishes not to; to allow each of them to figure it out on their own time.
“then how about the good witch story again!” one of the youngest who hasn’t yet nodded off squeaks meekly, the other girls chiming in with their cheers. some of them shift from laying in their beds to sitting on their knees atop them, hands clasped together in prayer.
“please! we’ll all go to sleep after this!”
they won’t but he chuckles, sighing and rubbing his hand over his face. little did he think this part of his life would be spent playing rock paper scissors and drawing with chalk but things could be worse.
far, far worse.
“alright, alright. the good witch.”
he sighs though it’s exaggerated, pacing across the floor in front of eight little beds.
“once upon a time a witch about, eh….” he approximately measures your height against his shoulder. “this tall walked up to a handsome stranger and what did she say girls?”
the girls burst into laughter, falling back onto their beds.
“do you come here often!”
you, three doors down the hallway , hear your little witchlings chant your line and know they have him hook, line, and sinker just like you did.
this is so cute omg, i don’t even go here but i love this
ok BUT LISTEN!!!
megumi as your familiar???
you’re a witch and he finds you, as familiars do, a huge fluffy dog that’s colored so pitch black it’s like staring into the void.
he’d wandered Japan without a purpose for years, until he felt the red string of fate wrap around his heart and guide him to you.
he’s your guard dog, literally. he’s there for every new mix of potion gone wrong. he’s there to growl and snap and terrify every person who tries to scam you out of your hard work. when he’s human, he does the same thing — only this version involves way more hurtful comments.
the entire community knows to beware of megumi. to walk on the far side of the road when you pass by.
and megumi knows he’s breaking every rule in the familiar handbook, because he’s sure there’s one out there somewhere, by being in love with you.
granted, it helps ease his guilt that you feel the same. that you’re soulmates.
should i expand on this? reblog it every time i think of something new? create short one shots periodically?
ugh idk, but now this idea is haunting me
Kenma never sleeps.
It’s normal. Expected. He’s in the top ten most watched streamers of the year and a CEO for god’s sake, when could he find time??
So, as routine as it’s become, it never sucks any less to wake up in the middle of the night without him.
Your hand glides over the soft sheets on Kenma’s side of the bed and, surprise surprise, it’s cold. You fumble around for your phone, the bright light of the Home Screen burning your eyes as you check the time.
4:00 a.m.
Fighting off the chill, the litter of goosebumps all over, you rub the sleep from your eyes and drag your feet towards the room at the end of the hall. Kenma is there, at his desk, computer monitor making him glow. Empty energy drinks clutter one corner.
“Kenz,” you call softly, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Come to bed, baby.”
His hand falls from his cheek as he jerks awake, shaking his head, squinting up at you. “What time is it?”
“4:00,” you reply, brushing stray pieces of hair fallen from his bun behind his ear, scratching gently. He shivers. You grip his bicep, coaxing him from the chair.
Kenma complies, lacing your fingers together as you tug him along behind you. “Have you been waiting on me?”
“No, I just woke up and noticed you weren’t there. Figured you might’ve fallen asleep at your desk.”
The lights don’t get turned on, just you stumbling blind through the dark until you sink back into bed, snuggling under the covers.
Kenma’s sweats hit the floor and there’s a dip in the bed, a slight chill, and skin so warm you could melt like butter pressing against your back. A slender arm slowly curls around your waist and pulls. “M’sorry pretty girl, I’m here now.”
You hum with content, pushing further into his embrace. “It’s okay Kenz, I love you.”
Kenma makes a soft, happy sound, cuddling up to you like a kitten. “I love you too.”
On rainy days, Katsuki aches.
His right knee hurts from when he blew it out on his first solo mission fresh out of U.A. Chasing a sludge villain of all things, how fucking ironic. But, what can he say? He was too over eager and got thrown into the side of building. He shattered the bone and ruptured a tendon. Stupid.
His left elbow screams at him because of that time he sparred with Kirishima. His arm ended up bent in a direction it should not have ever been be able to bend, snapping the bone clean off of his radius (forearm.)
Sometimes, he even has to take out his hearing aides because his ears are too damn sensitive! The material pisses him off and makes his inner ear throb something fierce.
Katsuki’s list of past injuries runs on and on and fucking on. The rain brings them to life and reminds him of all the stupid mistakes he’s made. Or the lives he’s saved. It’s bittersweet, he just wishes he didn’t have to pop ibuprofen like candy on these gloomy, pouring cats and dogs kind of days.
Although, the chronic pain fades into something more bearable when you’re there. When you come in through the front door, shaking the rain from your hair, and lift up a takeout bag of his favorite food with an excited grin.
You start to speak with what Katsuki’s knows is animation, but he points to his ears and shakes his head. No matter, because your face softens and you sign to him instead. It’s clumsy, a bit too quick, and Katsuki’s heart melts each time he sees it.
You learned just for him, after all.
You’ll throw blankets in the dryer to warm them up, change into your comfy clothes, and snuggle up with him on the couch. Devoured and empty food containers litter the coffee table. Katsuki struggles to keep his eyes open under warm blankets and with a full belly. So, you nap.
You’ll even rub all his sore joints if he’s really feeling rough.
So, yeah, on rainy days, Katsuki aches. He throbs and twinges and wishes he could chop his fucking leg off.
But having you by his side to help him through it? He’d raw dog these rainy days if it meant you’d never leave him.
master list link credit for itachi pic ⇢ ⇢ sithaeo
⇢ { arranged marriage au mini series } ;
༝ ᭝ ༝ would you fall in love with me? ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ — part one ✾
༝ — part two ♰
༝ — part three ♰
⋆ piecemeal (brother’s best friend! au mini series w. kenma)
ᝰ MY HERO ACADEMIA ‣ ‣ ‣ take me home
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
༝ ᭝ ༝ bakugou / fem reader / kirishima ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ bakugou / fem reader / todoroki ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
༝ ᭝ ༝ bakugou katsuki ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ kirishima eijirou ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ todoroki shouto ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ amajiki tamaki ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ todoroki touya (dabi) ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ shinsou hitoshi ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ midoriya izuku ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ kaminari denki ༝ ᭝ ༝
༝ ᭝ ༝ multiple MHA men ༝ ᭝ ༝
hi crush, i just wanted to thank you for the super kind words on my ffwc response ☹️ sometimes i feel like a kid wearing adult clothes whenever i talk about that stuff (even though they’re valid issues i just need to be nicer to myself i think) it meant a lot to me 🤍 you are one of the sweetest people ive met here and im grateful i have someone like you that checks up on me, i feel like whenever i open my ask box and see you there its like i was crawling around dehydrated in the desert and you just poured a bunch of water on me
leaving this here bc i’m glad you exist and i’m glad we’re friends 🤍 i hope all is well with you and i am always here to chat
🥹🥹 you’re just a pretty flower that needs water to bloom and i am more than happy to provide ❣️ i’m so happy we found each other on here and became friends!!
and they definitely are valid and stressful issues!! i do understand though, even in my 20’s i don’t feel like an adult.
the picture is killing me though lmao, if only he had matrixed his way out of it!!! 😩😩
happy fluffy friday rei!! 🪻 i’m in love with your bakugou event!! so excited to see the rest.
is kireibaku doing anything fun this weekend? c:
Hiiii love bug! Thank youuuu 🥺💕 I’m excited to keep going with it!
This weekend, Katsuki’s actually going home to visit his parents, so it’s just Kirishima and I for two days. We plan on cleaning up around the apartment and just taking it easy, maybe going out for dinner if we feel up to it. Otherwise, low key and easy going!
On rainy days, Katsuki aches.
His right knee hurts from when he blew it out on his first solo mission fresh out of U.A. Chasing a sludge villain of all things, how fucking ironic. But, what can he say? He was too over eager and got thrown into the side of building. He shattered the bone and ruptured a tendon. Stupid.
His left elbow screams at him because of that time he sparred with Kirishima. His arm ended up bent in a direction it should not have ever been be able to bend, snapping the bone clean off of his radius (forearm.)
Sometimes, he even has to take out his hearing aides because his ears are too damn sensitive! The material pisses him off and makes his inner ear throb something fierce.
Katsuki’s list of past injuries runs on and on and fucking on. The rain brings them to life and reminds him of all the stupid mistakes he’s made. Or the lives he’s saved. It’s bittersweet, he just wishes he didn’t have to pop ibuprofen like candy on these gloomy, pouring cats and dogs kind of days.
Although, the chronic pain fades into something more bearable when you’re there. When you come in through the front door, shaking the rain from your hair, and lift up a takeout bag of his favorite food with an excited grin.
You start to speak with what Katsuki’s knows is animation, but he points to his ears and shakes his head. No matter, because your face softens and you sign to him instead. It’s clumsy, a bit too quick, and Katsuki’s heart melts each time he sees it.
You learned just for him, after all.
You’ll throw blankets in the dryer to warm them up, change into your comfy clothes, and snuggle up with him on the couch. Devoured and empty food containers litter the coffee table. Katsuki struggles to keep his eyes open under warm blankets and with a full belly. So, you nap.
You’ll even rub all his sore joints if he’s really feeling rough.
So, yeah, on rainy days, Katsuki aches. He throbs and twinges and wishes he could chop his fucking leg off.
But having you by his side to help him through it? He’d raw dog these rainy days if it meant you’d never leave him.
Thoughts of knight! Megumi are hitting me hard.
From the age of ten, knight! Megumi grows up glued to your side. As the princess, your Father insisted upon someone guarding you at all times. He’s not a real knight as a child, but he’s training to become one! Megumi takes it seriously, mimicking everything Gojo, his mentor, does. He wouldn’t if it meant protecting anyone besides you.
Knight! Megumi is your best friend. It’s a secret of course, that you share inside jokes with him. That you whisper silly commentary about the stuck up citizens at the yearly ball thrown in your honor to him as he stands guard. Megumi has to hide his laughter with a cough or slam the metal face plate shut so he’s not caught slacking.
Knight! Megumi chases off all the sketchy suitors who wish for your hand in marriage. He knows you hate not being in charge of your own destiny, so if he can delay the inevitable even by a second, he will.
Knight! Megumi is the first boy you fall in love with. The only boy you fall in love with. He’s strong and loyal and pretty, and he scares away all the icky men. He’d strike down anyone for you if you’d only ask.
Knight! Megumi can’t say no when you plead with him to sneak into your bedroom in the dead of night. He’s wrapped around your finger, even more so when your pussy’s wrapped around his cock. When he shoves your knees to your chest he covers your mouth with his hand, or slips two fingers past your lips, presses on your tongue, and whispers “hush, princess.” The other guards can’t be allowed to catch on that Megumi’s fucking the princess, right? Surely the King would have his head.
Knight! Megumi knows that climbing into your bed every night contradicts just about every rule he’d been taught. He gives no fucks. He’ll never let another man lay hands on his princess. Megumi looks the King in the eyes and lies straight to his face, swearing on his life to protect your “virtue.” As if he hadn’t had his face in between your legs an hour ago.
Gojo’d be proud he’s sticking the middle finger to the man.
