Loosely, Gently
Pairing(s): Todoroki Enji / Endeavor X Gender Neutral! Reader
Summary: It was something he hadn't considered before, even the years of being so close to you all the time. How easily you were able to push past him defenses, step into line with him without being deterred by his arrogance or pride. Before the fall of All Might, you were nothing more than someone in passing... Afterwards, he wasn't sure what you were...
Warnings: Slight manga spoilers! Mentions of Abuse. Blood Mention?
A/N: I’ve never actually written for him until now since I wanted to get the anime to get caught up with the manga and some of ya’ll aren’t believers in Endeavor’s redemption. I hated him too at one point. Only to become neutral after seeing how he behaved after Toshinori’s retirement. Which again changed to akin to understanding as the manga progressed. Horikoshi handles this issue well and I commemorate how he tackles everything.
I can only hope I can attempt and handle such issues with as much grace as he does.
You do not have to read this. Nor do you have to come in and begin an argument, just remain civil and move along.
I do not condone what Enji has done.
But I think he’s beginning to make up for it.
By showing his remorse, by reflecting that he is sorry based upon his actions as opposed to his words because we know how bad he is with those.
Drawing on my experience and the experience I’ve seen own loved ones go through. I stand by what I’ve said; no one has to forgive their abuser.
Written with TBT in mind and by association and an original character specifically... IDK if Beacon can float tho since this was supposed to be a little bit of a surprise. But it coincidentally also happened to be their creator’s birthday!
So birthday wishes to @starchaser-the-prophet !
Happy day of birth fam ❤️
Images were something that had always appealed to Todoroki Enji, something he's held onto tightly, like a vice.
Whether it be his own or the thoughts floating in his head.
There was always a plan after he became number two.
"Surpass the number one, surpass All Might!"
It consumed him in the end.
Wrapped him and his...
Family...
He didn't deserve to call them as such.
Wrapped them all in an entangled web of pain, of trauma....
Of abuse.
Everything that he had done, was all for naught.
The shattering of those that he should have loved, should have protected!
Cherished.
But what is he to do now?
The overwhelming pressure in his chest never lessened.
Even after the scar on his face healed, after he had given Rei and his children a new home as he lived in the cold residence of the Todoroki manor.
Even while he signed the divorce papers.
It just grew.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Flooding his mind with the images — the godforsaken images — of the sobbing and terrified faces of his family.
The feeling of guilt was never so stifling.
But he deserved this.
He did this to them.
So many horrible and awful things.
So many deplorable and...
His thoughts were screaming.
... He didn't expect their forgiveness.
He shouldn't expect their forgiveness
His pain is nothing compared to their's.
The dried stains of their blood on his hands is a testament to that.
These images will never stop, the images of the damage inflicted on his family.
... But as of late, something else had been occupying his mind.
"Oh, Enji, it's nice to see you again!"
Baked pastries and sugary treats suddenly flooded his senses, the warmth he felt was unmatched to his flames.
A pair of glimmering gems peered at him betwixt snow caught lashes, a sunny smile close to melting it all away.
Close, but not too close, floating on the chilled air.
You.
He really shouldn't have been staring, your radiance was something unimportant not too long ago. It was unfair of him to believe that it was appropriate in any shape or form as he’d treated you not too differently from the other heroes that had attempted to strike up a friendship with him.
He’d recently made you cry too, over the scar on his face no less.
It was truly hard not to allow his gaze to linger as you were nothing short of breath-taking, you always had been.
Enji was unfortunately just blind to it for the longest time.
Distracted by chasing titles and old flames.
Since you were starting out.
He spoke your last name with hesitation, head bowed in respect.
It makes the words of his youngest son’s significant other ring in his ears.
"Oh, come on, I've told you already!" The huff of vapor from your mouth dissipated quickly, timed with the downturn of your lips. "Just call me by my given name, we've known each other for nearly a decade now."
His mouth tightening into a thin line, the flames licking up the sides of his face doing well in covering the color flooding his cheeks, eyes narrowing as his back tensed.
He didn’t deserve this either.
Any bystander watching would have assumed that you’d upset him, that you had incurred the wrath of Endeavor. That you'd soon be someone that'd be losing their job and credibility.
The ruthlessness of his reputation plagued him, the eyes on his back never stopped.
So he was thankful when the smile returned to your features, thankful that you could read him. Even if he was to deny everything you had ever told him about himself in the past, a habit that also came in the present.
These thoughts in the back of his head became less glaring, though lingered in the reaches of his skull.
"Like I said, it's fine."
Quieter still at the sound of your sweet voice.
Soundlessly, your feet touched the floor and you held up the bag, steaming and smelling divinely despite the sour taste that lodged itself in the back of his throat.
"Cream bread?"
He felt his shoulders slowly fall, even if it is just slightly.
His expression changed.
Crystals of snow melted into drops before they had the chance to reach him, his warmth unchanged to the weather.
Sapphires hues gazed at you, a softness that was seen to few.
The curl of his lips, stretching of his scar nearly unseen...
It was such a serene expression.
Your heart gently beats against your sternum, only quickening as his impossibly warm, large hand dropped low.
Lower.
Images were something that had always appealed to Todoroki Enji, something he's held onto tightly, like a vice...
He no longer wants to be suffocating.
So he holds this new image as though it’s able to slip through his fingers.
As you look at him, with wonder and flushed features, he feels like he's doing something right.
Delicate fingers lock his in place, the pressure in his chest lessens.
While that same smile that had been unnoticed for nearly 10 years catches his attention again.
"Lead the way." His voice is low.
The squeeze of pressure around his palm in his wipes his doubts in this, tugging him along the snowy sidewalk.
All the while, your hands never part, holding one another's.
Loosely, gently.
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@nectaric asked: 7. to catch my muse naked - hades n selene, maybe? either way around
nsfw prompts | Accepting
One thing being on Olympus was good for, was examining the constellations and starry cosmos. Here the constellations were closer and clearer than down on Hellas, and whilst she was glad it was a new moon and her time away from work, she always had been drawn to the sky.
Mind buzzing from nectar and alcohol, Mene had slipped away from the party and made her way to a quiet courtyard - a place she'd gone sometimes before when this urge occurred. Here, with a giggle in delighted anticipation, she removed her clothes and jewels and stepped into the depths of the natural-appearing lake whose inky waters reflected back the twinkling lights from above. The gentle trickle of the waterfall and muffled noise of the party now the only sounds about as she walked in towards the centre - taking her time and watching the ripples her hands made as they swept along the surface.
Once content with her spot, she moved then to float and peer up into the sky - silver ends of her hair glowing gently beneath the water. Water-muffled ears took in the sounds of the gentle waterfall, and of the fish beneath the surface, and it was all a perfect backdrop to the beauty of above. With deep breaths taken, she let herself just truly relax and abandon all thoughts and just enjoy the fuzzy happiness she felt, and the connection between herself and the cosmos.
She did not know how much time had passed, but suddenly she felt a prickling on her skin, as if she were being watched. Immediately she lifted her head, moving to stand as she tried to spot the onlooker. Ready to shout, but then she spotted Hades and that urge died.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but instead she just went right back to floating, though looked over at him - uncaring that her naked body was in plain view beneath the light of the torches and the stars.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Though it was not the sky she looked at as she said that. Her eyes glowed a light silver as she produced images of minature constellations about Hades' head. Haloing him in starlight. Making him look radiant, moreso than usual.
Then her smile grew, as a thought she could no longer suppress bubbled out of her lips.
"Did you miss me?"
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