Inspired by the many arranged marriages to seal a treaty AU's, and thought, well⌠no, not quite.
Anyway enjoy my twist.
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Madara is entirely unsure why a Hatake is sitting at the table, but the way the White Demon seems to relax minutely holds his attention over the tense atmosphere. His eyes seem relaxed, so Madara can see white lashes spread like snowfall over blood. See how he gently leans towards the older man as though awaiting something. If this was to be his Wife, then Madara can at least admit that the Senju is pretty to look at.
Madara flicks his attention to Hashirama and tries desperately not to let a bark of laughter out. Hashirama looks vaguely pale for a Clan Head, and the dark circles under his eyes only seem to pop out more. His old friend looks- Madara sobers. Now was not the time.Â
Today they had something important to discuss in the treaty, and the interloper would only prolong the inevitable.Â
âHatake-san, why are you here?â Madara addresses the man directly, annoyance threading into his tone.Â
The redhead, and wasnât that a marvel, tilts his head to the left. If it hadnât been for the Hatake mon, golden eyes that reminded him of wolves, and the freezing lightning-touched chakra lazily rolling about, Madara would have assumed another clan entirely.Â
The Hatake smiles, eyes crinkling in amusement. âUchiha-sama,â the man addresses him, leaning back and crossing his fingers on the table. It has Madara bristling at the arrogance. "I am here because the Senju can't honor the terms of one important treaty line."Â
Madara stiffens along with his brother beside him. Excuse me?Â
Mushrooms sprout onto the table as Hashirama groans, capturing Madara's attention faster than a Kunai can strike. "What is the meaning of this Senju-sama?" Madara says through his teeth.Â
"Uchiha-sama," The Hatake smoothly interrupts. It's lazy and unbothered by the insult he has given. Golden eyes glitter, and Madara wants to stab. "You react too soon. Tobirama Senju is not just Heir to the Senju. He is also Mine."
What.
Madara blinks. A strangled noise comes from Izuna and what sounds like a choke from Hikaku. He had no idea the Hatake had switched hands. The last he had known, it was still Satoshi Hatake. A devastating man who Madara swears his honored father sneaks out with to go get drinks when the wolves pass by. Though the knowledge they had been able to scrape up about his children was scarce. Only two. One passed, so this must be the youngest who follows in his father's footsteps, Katsuro Hatake.
"I apologize, Hatake-sama. I was unaware that the Hatake had a new Clan Head," Madara says but side eyes a further wilting Hashirama.Â
"Forgiven and forgotten. We like to use knowledge and misdirection, especially with your Heir and his talents, Uchiha-sama," Katsuro waves off their apology and gently touches Tobirama's hand. "I named Tobirama my Heir, as agreed upon by the terms made between our clans," Madara can hear the âpredates yoursâ that goes unsaid, "that should I not have children, my sister's eldest child was to be my Heir."
"So, to get to the point, Uchiha-sama. The Senju can not offer you Tobirama's hand in marriage to seal this treaty."
The room explodes into noises of outrage but Madara closes his eyes. He should have known where the direction was going. Dealing with Hashirama had been easy. Although the marriage wasnât ideal - he hadnât wanted to, but Izuna would have slit the Demon's throat if given a chance, their animosity too strong -Â the Elders had demanded it. Made it a stipulation, and the Senju agreed.Â
No, Hashirama did.Â
Looking closer at the duo, he can spot a pleased glint in their eyes. Sending his senses out, Madara is surprised the soothing cool of Tobiramaâs chakra is curling around him, like a cat trying to find the best spot in the sun. It jumps back if noticed, pulling behind the sharp icy chakra of the Uncle. Not that he would be able to tell across the Senjuâs face.Â
As much as Madara disagrees, he has already resigned his fate to be tied to Tobirama for the sake of peace. âSo, what do you suggest?âÂ
Katsuro finally offers a smile, near smug and self-satisfied. âHatake hearts need to be won, Uchiha-sama. The candidate in question will have the chance to earn it, as Tobirama will endeavor to earn theirs. If it fails, no harm, no foul, and the treaty continues. We Hatake do not enter into loveless marriages, nor do the Uchiha if I recall. If this is unacceptable as a term, then you may choose someone else to marry.â
Madara can't help but feel like he's stepping into a trap, but too late to stop it. Already the terms have been set, and the Elders will likely agree. The burn of anger alights a fire in him. "Are you implying I cannot earn my Wife's heart?" Madara asks, voice tight and controlled.Â
A hand wave, dismissive in nature, is the only response that gives anything away. "If that's the way you choose to take my terms, then do so Uchiha-sama. But they will not change. My Heir is precious and an incredible shinobi. Anything less than loved is a travesty.â
âFine.â Madara snaps, slashing an arm through the air. âI accept those terms.â
âNii-San,â Izuna whines lowly, and Madara doesnât miss how Izuna puts his head in his hands, muttering so low he canât hear.Â
âIâm pleased to hear that!â Hashirama gains life, clapping his hands together, which only makes flowers grow on the table around him.Â
In one smooth movement, the Hatake Head stands and gently runs his fingers through silver-white hair. The way it parts under fingers has Madara wondering what it would feel like if it was his hand instead. Was it soft? As the loveliest carmine eyes meet his, Tobirama tilts his head, which shows off a column of pale throat and⌠was that more red lines?Â
A teasing tilt to plush lips captures his attention before the seductive song suddenly ends, and Tobirama looks like he normally does. But the image has been seared into his head. Whatever game Tobirama Senju plays, Madara wants to see it through even though he feels much like a mouse would before a cat.
Madara grins, full of teeth and excitement. Tobirama Senju might be a good dance partner, after all.
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Copia, decked out in christmas wear baking cookies: "Oh fratellino, is this not the sweetest time of the year?"
Secondo, who was forced to wear an elf christmas hat: "No."
Primo, decorating the tree: "Oh come on, it's the only time in the entire year where we could be together. At least spend some time decorating with us before you go for a smoke."
Secondo, smiling lightly: "Alright, fair enough. I haven't seen you all in a while, the least we could do is hug. And take a Polaroid together before you shrivel up more, Primo."
Primo sighs, grumpy but happy. "Love you too, Bitchass."
Copia, with the Polaroid already in hand: "Speaking of group hugs, where's Terzo?"
Secondo, rolling his eyes: "Dressing up. Taking his sweet ass time."
Primo, giggling: "I made sure to put something a bit more festive instead of hair gel."
Copia, curious: "What did you do?"
*distant screaming*
Primo: "Glitter glue."
Secondo, pissing himself laughing: "You dickhead!"
Terzo stomping into the room wearing nothing but a towel, hair absolutely glistening: "YOU DICKHEAD!! OLD FUCK!! STRONZO!! I'LL NEVER GET THIS OUT!!"
Primo, crossing his arms with pride: "Go shower then, Venus."
Terzo, absolutely fucking livid: "I JUST DID, ASSHOLE!!"
Copia, struggling to suppress a laugh as to maybe not get his ass beaten by Terzo: "Everyone, get near the tree and smile! Cheese!!"
And so was the story of the worst (or best, however you take it) christmas photo ever taken at the Ministry.
secret santa gift for @iruiji !! event organized by @2022gisecretsanta
Xiao x gn reader, established relationship, fluffy, some kisses
âWait, Xiao, youâre rolling the cookies too thin!!â Your boyfriend startled, jerking the rolling pin away from the dough.
ââŚSorry.â He sighed, âI told you Iâm not good at baking.â You leaned over his shoulder to inspect the dough, then put the cookie cutters down on the table.
âDonât worry, Xiao, the dough looks fine! Weâll be able to make more cookies this way anyway,â you said with a smile. You picked a heart-shaped cookie cutter out from the array of different holiday related shapes, and handed it to him.
âStart cutting out some cookies!â you told him. âIâll prep the oven for baking. Remember to start at the edges so we can make the most cookies possible!â
You preheated the oven, then turned around to start cutting out cookies with Xiao. He had already cut out six hearts, meticulously arranging them so there was barely any dough left between where the cookies had been cut from. He seemed a bit too focused, though you supposed he was having fun in his own way. You picked out a snowman-shaped cookie cutter, leaning over next to your boyfriend to press it firmly into the dough. He looked over at you, pausing his cookie cutting to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
âYou might wanna switch cookie cutters,â you said after giving him a kiss back. âYouâve made eight hearts now.â He looked at the heart shaped cookies arranged neatly on one tray.
âI suppose I have,â he said, taking the tree-shaped cutter you offered him. The two of you chatted while cutting out enough cookies to fill two trays, before you went to get the sprinkles to decorate them with.
You both covered the cookies with some sprinkles in random colors and shapes, though you picked out one vaguely human-shaped cookie (cut with a gingerbread man cutter) and decided to decorate it to look like your boyfriend, Xiao. You gave it some badly placed green sprinkles for the hair, and arranged a few more to look like eyes and a smile. It barely looked like Xiao, but you thought it was hilarious.
After putting the cookies in the oven to bake, you decided to pass the time with more chatting and a few badly executed pick-up lines to which Xiao gave you weird looks for saying, despite the slight blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Once the cookies were done and cooling on the kitchen table, it was time for the taste test!
You picked out the Xiao cookie and showed it to your boyfriend.
âLook, Xiao, itâs you!â You laughed.
âItâs almost impossible to tell whoâs who!â He looked skeptical, clearly judging your cookie craftsmanship. He gave a noncommittal hum, not wanting to damage your pride, and picked out one of his many heart shaped cookies to try. His eyes lit up when he bit into the cookie, eating it quickly so he could tell you his thoughts.
âItâs so sweet!â he said, awed. âAlmost as sweet as almond tofu.â You grinned, proud your family cookie recipe could impress your boyfriend, who was well known for not liking most âmortal foodâ, as he called it.
âReally? Let me try.â Your voice was playful as you leaned in close enough to kiss him. Xiao clearly thought you were going to, because you could see him freeze up in anticipation and a soft blush creep onto his cheeks.
âJust kidding!â You grinned mischievously as you leaned back on the table, taking a bite out of the Xiao cookieâs head. You made a noise of satisfaction, saying, âI think this cookieâs the sweetest of them all!â Xiao stared at you, looking a bit like a sad animal that had been taunted with food then not given any. His face made you laugh a little, though you werenât so mean as to not give him a kiss at all. You leaned in once more, took his hand with your free one, and pressed your lips gently to his.
The kiss was short and sweet, his lips soft and his cheeks dusted a cute pink. âYour lips taste like sugar,â you said with a laugh, taking another bite of the Xiao cookie. He huffed, something he always did when he was embarrassed by your teasing, and something you found incredibly endearing.
âSo... wanna watch a movie?â you asked. Xiaoâs cheeks still had that pretty pink tint as he nodded and gave a curt âyeahâ before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and stealing a bite of the cookie you held.
âYouâre right, it does taste better than the rest,â he said over his shoulder as he left for the couch. You could see the tips of his ears were dusted pink as you followed him, more than ready to binge movies on Christmas Eve.
Note: I wrote this a while back so probably not that great- but enjoy :D i also have no idea of makeup-
Class was about to start. You were sitting at your desk in the back of the room looking outside the window. "I wonder if Kenma is sick. He wasn't there during morning practice..." You thought to yourself when you didn't see your boyfriend during morning practice. She asked Kuroo if he knew about kenma but neither did he.
You came back to reality when the bell rang, indicating that class started. The teacher entered the class and began calling out rolls. "L/n?" "Present" the teacher continued taking rolls when suddenly a young male entered the class. "Kozume, why are you late?" The teacher asked him as he entered the classroom. "I'm sorry it won't happen again" the boy apologised. The teacher told him to sit down and continued to take rolls.
Kenma sat beside you. As he sat down, you noticed the eyebags under his eyes. A sly grin appeared on your face as you leaned on your hand, elbow resting on the desk and asked "let me guess. You were up all night playing animal crossing again?"
Instead of answering, he looked away. A tint of pink on his cheek telling you, you were right. Chuckling a bit you said "I thought you wouldn't come today. You weren't present during practice either."
Kenma simply answered "why wouldn't i? I will always come if I get to see you every day. Besides, I probably wouldn't come if you weren't here. It's pretty boring without you." This time it was your turn to blush. Blushing, you turned your head back to the teacher.
Class was going on normally. Everyone was taking notes besides one, Kenma. He could barely keep his eyes open. As he couldn't focus on class, he looked towards you. You were quietly taking notes, a small smile on your face. "Ah....her lips have a different colour again..." He thought to himself as he was noticing your facial features. The blush on your cheeks, your lips, eyes...he noticed every little feature. "I wonder if she does her makeup herself..." Coming back from his little daydream, he looked towards the teacher.
Kenma and you were in class having lunch together. The class is usually empty during break, which is why kenma preferred to stay in class. You both were sitting across each other at your desk eating lunch silently. As you were eating, you noticed kenma staring at you. Confused, you ask him if there's something on your face. He shook his head telling you there isn't.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "hey y/n...do you do your makeup all by yourself?" This took you by surprise. Why would kenma ask you something like this? "Oh? Yeah, I do it myself every day. Why do you ask? Do you not like it?" You asked him. He shook his head. "It's not that. I noticed how everyday you have your make-up differently done. That's why." You knew kenma was very observant, but you never thought he would notice something simple like your makeup. You gave him a little smile and continued eating your lunch.
You and Kenma were walking home together. Tomorrow was the weekend , which meant no school. Kenma came over to your place. You both were spending time together with movies, games, eating snacks and doing your homework.
The time you both finished your homework it was already night. You suggested that kenma should sleep over tonight that kenma gladly accepted. You gave him a pair of clothes to change. You had some of Kenma's clothes by you from the time Kenma slept over.
After changing clothes, you both were cuddling on the couch, continuing to watch movies. As the movie ended, you both were already fast asleep, cuddling each other.
(Next morning)
You both woke up early in the morning by the sound of a phone ringing. To be more specific, kenma's phone. Groaning, he answered the call. As you woke up, you were looking towards Kenma as he was talking to someone on his phone. As he hung up, he went back to sleep. Rolling your eyes, you shook him softly. "Kenma woke up. Look! It's already morning!" The only reply you got was a groan escaping his lips. You shook him a bit harder but he was moving no inch. Sighing you went back to sleep with him.
After an hour or two, you both finally woke up. This time, you woke up and made breakfast for both yourself and kenma. You made pancakes for breakfast. Kenma was silently watching you as you were making pancakes. "Who called you that early in the morning?" You decided to talk. "Ugh...it was Kuroo telling me I should go for training but I didn't want to. So I said no then hung up." You looked at him. "That's why he doesn't allow you to stay awake all night." You scolded him lightly.
You were done making pancakes and put the last pancake on your own plate. You placed the plates on the table and started eating.
"Hey y/n, do you want to go watch the new movie you were talking about? I heard it's really good." Your face lit up. Kenma always noticed the things you love and always tried his best to make you happy with little things. That's what you loved about him. You eagerly nodded your head. He smiled and told you to get ready.
You finished your breakfast and went to your room to change clothes while Kenma went to the bathroom. You were done changing clothes and were about to get your makeup done when Kenma entered your room and looked at you. "Done?" He asked. You told him you need a few minutes to get your makeup done. He looked at you for a second then nodded and sat on your bed.
Looking in the mirror, you were applying foundation on your face, noticing how Kenma took secret glances of you. When your eyes met his, he quickly looked away.
As you were doing your makeup, Kenma was looking at you with a plain face. "Is something up?" You asked as you thought it was strange for him. He paused for a moment. "I...never saw you doing your makeup and I've always wondered how you do it. You put on makeup everyday y'know and i wondered why." He told you.
You were looking at him with surprised eyes. Kenma is curious about your makeup? You never thought that would even happen.
"Well, I do my makeup every day because I like it. It makes me feel pretty." You smile softly.
"I think you're beautiful without makeup." You blushed at his comment. He smiled at you sweetly. After hearing what he said, you decided to not do your makeup today. "I-if you say so, then i won't do my make up for today" you said shyly. He smiled at you, nodded and told you that you looked beautiful. Hearing this once more, you blushed more.
You both left the house, making sure it's locked. Kenma intertwined your fingers with his and kissed your cheek. "Ready?" He asked you. You squeezed his hand a little and started walking. "Ready! Let's hurry before it gets busy." And with that, you both spent a great weekend in the presence of each other.
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Hello I wrote a Sabikui Bisco fanfic ahaaa
Light Novel vol 1 spoilers set before ch 11! Milo and Bisco being soft and Very Obviously in Love but also, Oblivious bc they are not there yet in vol 1 and I die đŠâď¸
Kirishimaâs quirk puts a lot of strain on his body to the point it could become unbearable. It doesnât affect his muscles but his nerves are a different story. He canât really explain how his nerves are hurting him he just knows that somedays the slightest sound could make him want to claw at his skin.
He tried everything his doctor suggested, tried following all of his tips down to the letter, nonetheless it seemed to be getting worse. One day it got so bad that he asked Mr. Aizawa for a few days off. The tired hero always reminded each of his students that if they ever needed a break never to hesitate to come to him.
Kirishima knew that the tired hero wasnât going to complain about why he needed a breather, didnât help his nerves from eating him from the inside.
He was given one week of rest however Mr. Aizawa told him if he getâs worse to come get him.
Kirishima laid in as much as he could and he knew his friends and classmates were worried about him but he couldnât be near them. The pain got so bad at one point that he couldnât stop punching his leg. The best way Kirishima can explain his pain was that it feels like my body is hollow but sinking in a bunch of stinging ants.
His classmates didnât understand and the closest thing of an answer Mr. Aizawa could give him was âHis quirk is growing accustomed to his body because heâs been using it more than before.â
It made some sense, didnât stop the pain though but Kirishima couldnât help smile to see how much everyone cared about his wellbeing. Everyone came for a quick visit to check up on him and to see if he needed anything. They all tried being as quiet as possible with a few exceptions. Despite trying to lower his voice for his classmate Iida was banned until he learned to use his inside voice.Â
âHow is it even possible for me to be banned for being loud but not Bakugou!â Iida exclaimed. âAm I really thought much louder than Bakugou?âÂ
âWell you can get loud when you are worried about a friend. Itâs just you.â Uraraka tried to comfort him.
âYeah and Bakugou is an old soul living in a young body so thatâs heâs different.â Kaminari said while leaning on the edge of the couch in the common room.
âDie.â was all Bakugou said but it was not as intimidating as usual and he said it in the smallest voice to.Â
Kirishima was just so happy to have everyone care for him while he was going through this. He was happy and yet he felt a little sad. Everyone came to see him even a few of the teachers, but the one person he really wanted to see never showed up.
Kirishima laid there on his bed curled up in his custom blanket that Momo made him to lessen the pain.
When the medicine finally started working and he began to fall asleep, Kirishimaâs last thoughts were âMidoriya, where are you?â
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Jason Todd/Damian Wayne, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne/Damian Wayne, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne/Damian Wayne
Characters: Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Pseudo-Incest, Father/Son Incest, Scent Kink, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Male Lactation, Masturbation
Summary:
It should have never ended this way. Hell, shouldnât have even started, but it did. There was no one to blame but themselves.
Pure desire took over them and became unbearable to control along with hidden secrets that were kept deep down clawing their way up baring itâs sweet venomous fangs into their skins.
