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Jayvik, the missing years 1\2

Expression meme from requests I got on twitter!

au where touya stays but the abuse still happens part 2., they don't know how to deal with each other, it's a bit awkward and tense all the time but shoto is tryinggggg he's trying to hard to connect with his distant brother

some things never change

I love Centaurworld but it drives me CRAZY when people go “Oh yeah Elktaur’s human version ruined it all” because NO! THEY ARE LEGIT THE SAME FELLA! THAT IS THE POINT OF HIS CHARACTER! If the half that became the deer was the half that became human then nothing would’ve changed because they’re literally the same person, just with different forms and opportunities. The point is he would never be happy because he don’t love both sides of himself, and making it so that one side is evil and one side is good kind of endorses his flawed point. Nobody forced the deer to become the Nowhere King, and he STILL became a genocidal maniac. They both bad. Should’ve just stayed as a silly centaur and have fucked up deer kids with the Princess

how about a kiss for good luck?

Underworld

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Part XXVIII

Between his training and the courtship, Izuku has been really busy lately. Aizawa takes him to the Olympus more often to spar with All Might himself; it's honestly really exciting.

Katsuki spends his days off with Izuku and also pays a visit to Inko every now and then; his mother enjoys talking to the King of the Underworld, and Izuku can tell she doesn't do it because of him. She genuinely likes Katsuki.

Aizawa and All Might like him too, Izuku is sure of it; they're just too busy being overprotective to remember it.

However, despite the frowns and the suspicious eyes, they allow the two of them to spend time alone together because they can also tell how much Katsuki loves Izuku.

So, all things considered, everything's going quite good in Izuku's opinion; he's very happy.

He just misses his friends.

Aizawa gives him a few days off. The first one he spends it with Katsuki in the underworld; he gets to visit him every now and then in that realm.

He's glad he never needed the pomegranate; he's not entirely sure what will happen if he takes a bite of it. Maybe it's time to give it back.

He'll do that next time. At the moment it's safe in his bedroom.

"Dynamight!" Izuku chuckles, hugging every single one of that lovely hound's heads. They're big enough for Izuku to use both arms around them.

He makes a couple of flower crowns for each one of his heads. The hound looks quite happy with them; Izuku does that every time he pays him a visit. Dynamight seems to like all types of flowers.

"He's supposed to look intimidating, you know?" The God of the Dead often watches when Izuku plays with the hell hound. He's trying to sound irritated, but his fond expression betrays him.

"He can still look intimidating," Izuku argues as the huge hound wags his tail.

"If you say so, flower nerd."

"It's time to say Hi to the kids!" Ashido cuts in, carrying that heavy book of her in her arms. The one that has the names of all the people arriving to the Underworld that particular day.

She's excellent at her job and a very good friend too.

Without realizing it, that part has become Izuku's job too, at least whenever he's in that realm; he doesn't mind it. Actually, he enjoys making little kids happy.

Contrary to most adults, the kids' souls get lost, confused, and scared when they appear down there; Izuku does his best to make them feel a bit better.

He also likes to chat for a bit with Kirishima and Kaminari; they're always making him laugh, mostly because they like to make fun of their boss and mention how besotted he is every time they can.

Izuku ends up in Katsuki's bedroom by the end of his visit. They mostly kiss, but the kisses have turned a lot desperate and hungry lately.

It's even worse (better) when they're on his bed and Katsuki is on top of him.

"Is this okay, Izuku?" Katsuki asks, voice turning deeper, lips slightly red because of all the kisses he has given to him in the last hour. His hand is sliding up the demigod's leg before squeezing it.

"Yes, Kacchan," he whispers the name, sounding very pleased with what's going on.

Katsuki seems to love his legs, especially his thighs. Maybe that's why he always gives Izuku side slit dresses; he likes when he can see at least one of Izuku's legs.

He keeps kissing Izuku's neck, the demigod is sure he's leaving a few marks and that he'll have to use the dresses that actually cover his neck for a couple of days.

He doesn't want Aizawa or All Might to see the hickeys.

Izuku has become a little bit bold too; he loves Katsuki's broad shoulders, he especially enjoys feeling his muscles under his fingertips whenever he gets to stroke them as Katsuki keeps kissing him.

"I love you, Izuku."

"I love you too, Kacchan."

There's a knock at the bedroom door that makes Izuku gasp and turn completely red before he gently pushes the god off him.

Katsuki growls.

"It better be something important otherwise I'll kill you!"

"Sorry to interrupt your sweet time with the Queen, boss!" Ashido's amused voice comes from the other side. "But a couple of confused souls are causing trouble outside and they're scaring the kids!"

Katsuki gets off the bed immediately, followed by Izuku.

"Stay here," the god says, voice turning a lot softer as he looks at Izuku again. He takes both his hands and kisses them. "I'll be right back."

Still, Izuku follows him outside and he regrets it when he notices Ashido's eyes staring at his neck and the marks on his leg.

She seems to be enjoying herself.

It's even worse after Katsuki vanishes and leaves the two of them alone.

"Aizawa is not going to be happy with me if he sees those," she mumbles, pointing at Izuku's neck.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm supposed to keep an eye on you two when you're here," she explains with an amused smile. "I'm your chaperone!"

Izuku chuckles, although he does roll his eyes. Of course Aizawa told her to keep an eye on them.

He really does think of everything.

***

On his second day off, Izuku spends it taking care of his field. Uraraka promised to visit him and drink tea with him.

It's been a while since he's seen his friends; the absence of one of them is completely his own fault since Aizawa told him not to talk about Katsuki's courtship in front of him.

So far Uraraka is the only one who has listened to Izuku gush about Katsuki, but she has told him several times he should tell Todoroki as soon as possible.

With those thoughts in mind, he walks down to the river to check on the plants there and make sure all of them enough nutrients from their surroundings.

"I'm glad to finally find you here."

Todoroki's voice doesn't startle him, but it surprises him a little; he wasn't expecting to find him there at that particular hour.

"I've been visiting your field a couple of times this week, hoping to find you," his friend smiles, mismatched eyes glimmering with joy. "But I haven't been lucky until today."

"Sorry, I've been busy," Izuku blushes, feeling slightly guilty for not saying the whole truth.

"I know you're training with Aizawa and All Might," Todoroki grins, taking a few steps closer to Izuku. "I'm glad. Iida has mentioned you have made a lot of progress lately."

The blush spreads down his neck at the compliment; Iida is honestly too kind, Izuku doesn't think he has worked that hard to deserve such kind words.

Besides, he hasn't only trained these past weeks; he's been hanging out with Katsuki a lot.

"My family has missed you. They want to see you again."

"Tell them that I hope to see them soon," Izuku mumbles immediately, feeling bad about that too. "By the way... how is everything at home?"

The demigod presses his lips tightly for a moment, regretting asking that question.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that–"

"It's okay," Todoroki cuts him off, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You can ask me anything you want."

Izuku nods, soft smile tugging the corner of his lips up again.

"Do you have time now?"

"Sure!"

They sit next to the river side as Todoroki talks about the discussion he had with his father. Nothing has actually been resolved between the two, but at least Endeavor won't get close to Izuku again.

"You didn't have to, you know that, right?" The demigod says after a while. "I... that's why I've been training. I can take care of myself."

"I know. But that man has always tried to control every single aspect of my life," Todoroki says, taking a deep breath. "And I'm tired of it. I wanted him to understand that he couldn't make decisions for me anymore."

"You're right," Izuku nods, smiling at him. "I'm really proud of you, Shoto!"

For a moment, it looks like Todoroki is about to reach a hand out to him, but he reconsiders and moves it back.

"What about you? Is the training hard?"

"Absolutely!" He chuckles, prompting Todoroki to laugh with him too. "I mean, we're talking about Aizawa and All Might!"

"I should've guessed. Aizawa used to train me too, and it was anything but easy," he grins as his shoulders relax completely before looking into the demigod's eyes.

"I have to tell you something, Shoto," Izuku begins, feeling nervous out of the sudden. He shouldn't. Todoroki is his friend; he'll be happy for him!

Besides, it looks like things with his father have gotten better so Izuku doesn't see why he should keep hiding information from him.

"What is it?"

"Kacchan started courting me!" He blurts out with a huge smile on his face. "I know you don't like him that much, but he has a good heart and I think we'll be... uhh... Are you okay?"

Todoroki is not moving anymore; he's not even blinking, Izuku is not entirely sure if he's still breathing.

There's no trace of that happy smile on his expression, the one he had just a few minutes ago; he looks like he's in pain.

"Is this... please, tell me you're joking."

"I'm not. I'd never joke about something like that!"

Todoroki looks paler now somehow; a shadow obscures his eyes, and his hands start shaking a little.

"Shoto?"

***

You can read part XXIX, part XXX, part XXXI, part XXXII and part XXXIII on my Patreon already.

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KENJI SATO ✰ 10:43

“Working overtime really doesn’t suit you, Sato.” The teasing sentence made Kenji grunt in disapproval, slumping against his couch.

“Wow, I didn’t notice. Thank you for that valuable input, [Name],” he says, rolling his eyes at you. 

He can’t help the sarcastic reply. Kenji’s schedule was all over the place. His life has been all over the place ever since his return to his home country, Japan. And now he not only has to take care of himself—which, in his defense, was fairly simple when he just had to worry about himself—he has to worry about an infant Kaiju!

What a wonderful (not) icing on the cake.

“Ken is really appreciative that you made time to fulfill his request, or, shall I say, cry for help, [Name].” Mina’s familiar voice flurried from a distance, closing in to your right in a breeze. 

“Hey! It was not a cry for help—it’s more like a... Asking a friend for a favor,” Kenji says, trying to ease his brain with what’s coming out of his mouth (like it was on autopilot, scrambling to defend himself and the pride he had left).

“Uh huh. And the favor is? I don’t really think there’s anything I could do to her containment unit or any repairs that’re needed in this place.”

“I just need someone to watch over her.”

(“I just need someone to talk to” is a much fitting phrase.)

“Doesn’t Mina already do that?”

“There’s only so much a supercomputer like me can do to entertain a living being, [Name].”

On cue, Emi croons at the video of you singing on stage. A part time career of yours, because when you’re not developing new tech that boosts the economy, you might as well indulge in your hobbies. 

Kenji wouldn’t admit it, but he has a vinyl or two—or even a whole collection of them—that he considers as priceless as his one-of-a-kind sports car displayed in the basement.

“Would you look at that? She likes your singing.” 

He watches as you take a step closer to Emi, observing how she delightedly squealed at the soft melody being played on the holograms. This 20-foot-tall baby Kaiju reminded you of the time you took care of children at the daycare center.

“I just...” he sighs. You didn’t even notice that Kenji was already beside you, offering you a canned drink. 

“How do you do it? Juggle everything?” He murmurs. “You’re the busiest person I know. Working on your thesis, performing at various concerts, taking on charity work, and whatnot. Hell, if you could run for president, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you in the elections, too.”

A quiet laugh was returned. “It’s not easy, that’s for sure. But within time, you’ll learn just what you need and what you can handle.”

“Mm. Don’t you ever just want to run away from all the responsibilities people place on your shoulders? I can barely take care of this young lady,” he chuckles, though it doesn’t hold even the slightest ounce of humor to it.

“I wish, but then I’ll remember the kids who're so happy to see me whenever I drop by,” you say. “They may be a handful at times, but you’ll be surprised to know just how smart and caring they are. How they take in their surroundings and attempt to figure out who they are. We’re all what they have. The least we could do is give them our time and love all the same.”

Kenji lets your words sink in. Simple and touching. The kind that gets the gears in his head to start twisting.

“You really are a charm with your words; did you know that?”  

“Thanks; I try my best.”

The night continues with Kenji and Emi playing baseball on a simulated field with you by the shed, cheering on from a safe distance. Kenji doesn’t remember the last time he’s been this genuinely happy after his return to Japan. It’s a refreshing feeling that he wants to get used to again. To see the baby Kaiju successfully hit the ball with a swift swing after watching after him is a sight that tugs at one’s heartstrings.

Just like a proud father.

“Come on, girl! We gotta run the bases!”

And as the two celebrate their moment of triumph, the baby Kaiju stomps toward you and giggles happily as she hoists you in the air without much warning. You took it all in you not to shriek and absolutely lose all composure, but when you’re up in the air and are being held to a bear hug like some sort of teddy bear by a Kaiju that could probably crush your bones if not careful, it’s hard to not just scream for your life.

“Oh, ok—ok. Baby, put me down gently, please,” you chuckle nervously. 

“It appears that the little one sees you as her other mother,” Mina adds.

Kenji laughs at the sight, pulling out his phone to take a picture. This is definitely a memory he’d want to remember.

“This is not funny, Kenji. Tell her to put me down.”

“Aw, is Baby not listening to her Mommy?”

“Again, not funny. This is like an out-of-the-blue co-parenting a child with you. With you being my annoying ex-husband.”

“Specific, eh?”

“Shut!”

When you’re just about to leave for the night, Kenji suggests that you sleep over. There’s a lot of spare bedrooms in their manor, he reasons. He also doesn’t understand what came over him to offer, but he doesn’t take it back.

But it could be because he’s missed you. And he’s somewhat afraid that this may be the last time you see each other in a while due to your clashing schedules.

“You’re such a girl dad, Kenji,” you tease.

“Haha, good one,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. He took a couple of blankets from the closet and placed them on the bed.

“Just saying.”

“Whatever you say, Mommy.”

“Oh hush, Daddy.”

That ringed out a laugh from him. “Bleh, that sounds so embarrassing coming from you.”

You shrugged. “Hm? Don’t you think you’re embarrassing too?”

“I’m not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. I will not be going back and forth like this with you anymore, Kenji Sato. Good night!”

Kenji can’t hide the smile that appears on his face. Yeah, he definitely missed this. 

Definitely missed you.

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I NEED. I NEED Remus and Regulus to have to the same unhealthy level of codependency that James and Sirius do. I need it viscerally. I need them looking for each other in empty rooms, I need them finishing each other’s sentences. I need them sharing books and sweaters and stationeries until they don’t even know who the original is. I need them instinctively brushing shoulders, brushing hands and noses and I need them tangled up in the same bed, breathing in sync. I need them touching all of the time because they can’t bear to be away from the platonic other half of their soul.