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pinkmirth · 9 months

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⸻ 𝒢ℰ𝒯 𝒰𝒫!

༉‧₊˚. 𝓈𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: it’s reiner’s special day! what better way to start his morning than by treating him to a sweet surprise?

༉‧₊˚. 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈: ( 1k+ words of . . . ) reiner braun x fem!reader, slight fluff, nsfw/smut, modern au, fem!reader (black coded), established relationship, consented somnophilia, oral (m. receiving), use of pet names (ex. sugar, baby, honey, mama), lowercase intended, all characters are adults, explicit language, minors shoo!

༉‧₊˚. 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇: happy birthday to reiner fuckin’ braun, my favorite man in the whole wide world!!! he deserves a million big fat wet kisses and a billion more hugs. i can only convert my love for him into a smutty little drabble, so here we have it! (title’s kinda-sorta inspired by new jean’s song ‘cause it was on replay while i wrote this . . .) just wanted to put out something sweet for papa reiner’s big day, hope y’all enjoy! 🎀

the calendar’s graced with the change of a new month– the first of august.

today’s particularly special; reiner turning a year older. the sheets of your shared bed rustle about as you make attempts to stretch, but you’re stilled by the weight of reiner— particularly his extended arm strewn over your hip. it’s futile to try and move, especially when your husband sleeps like a log.

it’s amusing to observe his stillness; your drowsy eyes fixate on reiner in what you can only call pure adoration. beside you he rests, the breadth of his naked chest rising and falling in tandem with every puff of air that comes and goes. wispy fringes of blonde fall across his forehead, slightly outgrown as it’s been a good month or more since his last haircut. reiner’s generally furrowed expression is now easy and light, with his lips parted in the slightest to release subtle snores. even in a haze of sleep, he looks nothing short of ethereal.

you wonder what you could do to start his day memorably; breakfast in bed isn't even an option, considering that reiner might wind up spilling orange juice and breadcrumbs on the covers.

still, you intend to spoil him however you can, so you opt on waking him in the best way imaginable– a lovingly nasty blowjob. he’d mentioned it a couple nights back, how he wouldn’t mind if he arose to the sight of you sucking him off. carefully, you slink out from his hold and delve beneath the sheets, pressing chaste kisses wherever you can manage to reach. the brush of your lips aren’t enough to move him. reiner doesn’t wake, not just yet.

with limber movements, you continue to work your way further down, dragging off his plaid-print boxers until you’ve gained enough access. there his cock lies, soft against the thick expanse of his left thigh. he’s girthy, even without any stimuli. reiner’s always had some width to him, though he’s softer right now— easier to take into your mouth. your plush lips separate, eagerly so, trapping his dusty-pink tip between them. your head lowers, easing inch by inch into your pliant mouth. a tiny groan escapes him, and you pause. he tosses left, but remains at rest.

reiner doesn’t yet know how doting you’re being; lathering him in wet kisses and spit-smeared kitten licks, curious to see how much it’ll move him. saliva seeps past your mouth, down your chin and makes a mess of his now-twitching shaft. you know how much he’d love such a view.

the bob of your head is lax and controlled, suckling his cockhead until it pulses on your tongue— growing bigger and hotter until he eventually awakens. reiner squints at the beams of sun that pour into the room, rolling his muscular neck around to loosen any stubborn fatigue. his hair’s cutely tousled, golden eyes hooded with sleep. he displays a dazed half-grin, one that proves he’s currently unaware, but fuck, does he like whatever it is he’s feeling.

“ooh— g’mornin’, baby,” a dozy reiner manages to rasp out. the low bass of his voice channels from deep in his throat, and the addition of sleepiness atop it makes you throb. reiner peels the milk-white covers away, gladdened by the sight of you between his legs, as vulgar as it may be. his sizeable palm reaches for your face, caressing with gentility.

“happy birthday, rei,” you mumble out, a sliver of spit tethering your puffy lips to his big cock. it takes him a moment to register your words; he’d been much too focused on how nicely your mouth felt wrapped around him.

“that’s today already, huh?” he recalls amidst an eye-watering yawn. it’s ridiculous to think that he almost forgot his own damn birthday . . . it’s just that you’re working him so well, the pleasure must be dumbing him down. at times, you think you take his birthday more seriously than he does himself.

“i booked us a reservation for later tonight, baby. it’s at that steakhouse you like,” while sweetly carrying on with conversation, your unoccupied hand curls around his dick. each stroke is firm and well-paced, with just the right amount of pressure to make reiner shudder. “mm, t-that sounds nice, sugar,” he’s choking on his words already. soon enough, he’ll reach his limit. you dip your head back down with a sense of resolve, hoping to pry a good and thorough orgasm out of him.

you moan around him, and his toes curl against the duvet. your cheeks hollow, going faster as a means of prompting him closer to ecstasy. those pretty eyes of yours shining so earnestly, peering up at him with such a strong aim to please might just be the very thing that ruins him completely.

reiner allows his thumb to run across your cheek, though the motion’s done a little shakier than normal. you can't blame him much; he’s hardly able to stay composed when you’ve got the entirety of his cock shoved down your throat. “you’re so good to me, honey,” reiner groans out. his voice drops a bit, sounds a little fainter. you can’t tell whether it’s the doing of his impending orgasm or sheer gratitude. “— always so fuckin’ good to me.”

your tongue traces down a protruding vein and swirls around the base of him. you can feel his twitching grow all the more rapid, with each passing second.

“gonna cum?” you coo to him, receiving the hasty nod of his head in response. “mhm . . . keep going, mama, please,” is his low whine, and you’re quick to comply. today, he’s getting whatever his heart desires. your mouth runs hot against him, and you bring a hand to tug at his girthy underside. suctioning lips, touchy hands— it’s the merging of both that undoes him. breathless moans and profanities flow, and he just can’t help but throw his head back at how lewdly you’re drinking up his cum, sucking him dry. you swallow all he has to offer, leaving not a droplet to go to waste.

a hefty sigh escapes him. you crawl your way up his broad frame, making abode upon his chest with your face to his pecs. you crack a smile over the fervent hammering of his heart’s rhythm against your ear.

“love you so much,” reiner says in a breezy whisper. he cranes his neck downwards to present a kiss to you. smoothly, his lips slide against yours, colliding effortlessly. he can taste remnants of himself on your tongue.

“and i love you,” your manicured fingertips dance along his collarbone. from the angle you’re admiring him in, reiner appears serene. happy, better put.

‘fucked out’ is certainly a good look on the birthday boy.

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sukiglycerin · 3 years

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it takes two || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, teeny bit of angst

* words: 1,647

* warnings: brief fighting scene (implied), swearing (duh), a lil bit of insecure katsuki but ofc comfort after, reader is mentioned to be in the hero business field, KATSUKI WEARS SHOES IN THE HOUSE !!! can you believe the audacity-

* original request: Hello dear :)) Can I request a Bakugou x reader fic where he gets hit by a clone quirk and the clone is like the complete opposite of him, personality-wise, and Bakugou frequently loses his temper because the clone keeps hitting on his s/o I am sorry for bothering you :(

* a/n: you? bother me? never. actually, i’m sorry this took so long to complete! i’m hoping i can restart a consistent posting schedule soon. happy early birthday bakugou! this is my gift :) i hope you all enjoy~ i love @toishi for proofreading this T^T

it’s a lazy day for you. all you’ve been doing is sleeping, waking up occasionally to eat, and indulging in six different rhythm games despite your lack of rhythm, it’s a good day, snuggled up under the mountains of fuzzy blankets and squished in between soft pillows on your bed, your favorite song quietly playing from your phone on your nightstand. natural light fills your otherwise unlit room, curtains pushed aside to let the sun shine in her full glory. time is idle in this sanctuary of yours for only today; whether a minute or an hour has passed is something out of your concern.

there’s nothing different when bakugou comes home, the jingle of keys and click of the door telling you that it’s him. he’s oddly quiet, though, and for a second you’re almost wondering why he hasn’t yelled “i’m home, dumbass!” before said blond peeks his head into the room.

“hey, love,” he flashes a rare smile. it’s kind, like the soft light of the sun you've become so acquainted with. “i’m home.”

“hey?” you sit up, propping the pillows behind you so you can comfortably lean against the headboard of your bed. “you feeling alright?”

you expect a gruff reply of “the fuck are you talking about?” and a scowl, but get the opposite. a pleasant expression graces katsuki's face, which makes him look more handsome than usual. his hair almost seems tame this way. he’s also uncharacteristically clean; his costume is usually dirt-treaded and at least a little battered whenever he returns from hero patrol. now, though? his outfit is pristine, as if pulled out from a laundromat and ironed professionally. there’s a ghost of a frown on your lips.

"i'm lovely, now that i can see you." the line is spoken like a sappy confession from the male lead of a k-drama; you'd laugh if it wasn't for your utter confusion about katsuki's sudden change in demeanor. his facial expression is twisted in such a gallant way that it arouses suspicion in you.

you’re opening your mouth to reply when there’s a startling crashing at the front door. katsuki’s face falls into downhearted dread, as if expecting the intrusion. his reaction surprises you more than the intrusion itself. the door slams shut in the distance, rattling the house. the sound of boots clomping against the hardwood floor frightens you as you thrust your warm sheets aside (alas, they could wait) and reach for your bat under the bed. katsuki only stares at you, transfixed, and you feel the slightest urge to clobber him with the weapon. why isn’t he ready to fight? you’re up and approaching the doorway of your bedroom when you stop in your tracks.

“hey, fucker!” a loud, abrasive voice yells from down the hallway. “i found ya!”

you recognize that timbre in an instant, then turn to look at katsuki, still standing at your bedside, with a questioning gaze. he’s wearing an expression you never thought you’d see your husband have - his eyes are wide, mouth agape like a deer in headlights.

despite this vote of inconfidence from him, you pad forward slowly, bat gripped tightly and slung over your shoulder. you plunge forward, passing the doorway and glancing left. a shadowy figure stands five feet from you, its stature menacing. you swing blindly, but you bat is only met with more air. the figure is a little bit further now - damnit, it had good reflexes.

“you could still use some work on that swing,” it lowly chuckles and confuses you. you squint, trying to make out who in the world this guy thinks he is to comment on your swing. you gasp, faltering your grip on the bat.

“k-katsuki? what?”

“got hit with a stupid clone quirk on patrol,” this katsuki grumbles bitterly, stepping towards you. he’s dressed in his full hero costume, green grenadier bracers a tight fit in the narrow hallway. “i apprehended the guy but my clone won’t stop following me around. it’s stupidly fast, too, whenever i try to catch it.”

“....and,” you start, “how do i know that you’re not the clone?” you pretend to inspect him close, eyes slowly trailing from the tips of his spiky, golden hair to his black combat boots. (oh, man, you were going to yell at him about wearing shoes in the house later.)

“don’t start this inception bullshit with me now,” he groans.

“what’s katsuki bakugou’s favorite food?” you question, though you have no doubt that this katsuki is the real one.

“anything spicy,” he bemoans. “now, let me-”

“that was an easy one.” you shake your head. “what was the first idea katsuki bakugou had for a hero name idea instead of lord explosion murder?”

if you were in better light, you’re sure you would’ve seen his cheeks flush pink.

“mighty boom,” he mumbles.

“sorry, what was that?” you tease.

“mighty boom!” he half-shouts, flustered.

“oh, okay, so you’re the real katsuki,” you say. “how do we defeat the clone?’

“according to the quirk user, it should disappear after two or three hours. but it can’t really do much harm, as long as it’s not in the sight of the user himself,” he says. “now let me at ‘im. he’s making a fool of myself.”

he attempts to shove himself forward, but you stop him before he can see through the door frame. you glance at the clone, who’s looking at you with round, ruby eyes. he looks like a puppy with that innocent expression, and for a split second, you think that you actually might miss the calm, charming air of this katsuki. turning back to the real katsuki, who pretends not to notice the shift in your eyes, you exhale.

“have at it, but take it outside first, please. i can’t have you tracking in more dirt.” you look to the dirt-ridden footprints behind him on the wooden flooring, sighing.

but in a flash he’s past you - wow, you really weren’t blocking him at all before, were you? - outfit a blur of black, green, and orange as he seizes the clone, slings it over his shoulder like it's made of air, and vanishes past you and out the door. he seldom leaves a trace of dirt, this time, smooth maneuvering himself outside while the clone bids you one last pleading farewell.

you hear blasting, yelling, and yelps, the lattermost presumably the clone’s, barely muffled from your position inside. your first thought wonders what the neighbors will think. you glance one last time at the tracks of katsuki’s boots then turn back to your room. he’d have to mop up that mess later.

ten minutes and an eternity later, katsuki returns inside. by the pause at the front door, you figure one of two things: katsuki’s either taking the time to take off his shoes and put them away properly or staring at the filth he left on the floor. you’re hoping it’s the former. his footsteps are light as he goes to fetch a mop and clean the mess.

finished, he shuffles into your shared room and briefly looks at your comfortable position on the bed.

“what?” you whine. “hero business is hard. i needed a day off.”

this earns a laugh from the man, who’s in the process of removing his gauntlets and stowing them away. he shrugs off the rest of his costume, opting for much more comfortable attire and dropping his mask on a dresser.

“how was your day?” you ask when he snuggles next to you on the bed. he’s sweaty and smells deeply of caramel, but you’ll nag him to shower later. the wear shows in his eyes and movement, sluggish after a long day of work.

“good,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth. “except for that clone bastard.”

you hum, joking, “he was charming, though.”

when he looks up at you with a vulnerable look in his eyes, you regret it.

“did you… really like him that much?” his voice is hoarse, scarcely a whisper. he averts his eyes, fiddling with the hem of your shirt sleeve.

“of course not,” you reply tenderly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. he still can’t look you in the eyes.

“you know you’ll always be number one in my heart, right? even if you’re not the number one hero, you’re the constant in my heart.” you touch your chest, right over your heart.

“y-you sure?” his words crackle like dying embers, inconsistent and unstable, flakes of lit ash that weakly dissipate into the atmosphere. a waning fire is still warm, though; with a bit of oxygen it can be rejuvenated, relit, and burn bright once again.

“am i one to be wrong?” you ask him, and he faintly shakes his head. “i fell in love with you not for your looks, katsuki… i don’t want a disney prince. i want you, not some fairytale guy.”

“i yell, and i’m brash-”

you cut him off, chuckling, “and that’s what i love about you. you don’t-” you make a vague gesture with your hands, then drop them, unsure how to articulate your thoughts. “you don’t care what people think. you’re unapologetically… you.”

“you sure?” katsuki tries again. “that- that guy, that thing- you sure you don’t prefer a guy that’ll buy you roses with a note on the tag that says ‘you are the most beautiful flower in my garden’ in fancy cursive script on it?”

“do people really do that?” you frown. “i mean, i hope no guy does that for me-” katsuki exhales a breath of relief. you look at him questioningly but don’t press the issue.

“i love you, katsuki,” you finish, “and no shitty clone will ever change that. ever.”

while he showers, katsuki’s thankful that he burned the roses from some secret admirer he found in your shoe locker during your high school days.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #bnha angst #bakugou headcanons #bnha headcanons #luna's writing

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nite-shay · 4 years

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His Hero Part 1 -Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

A/N: Angst? Maybe lol. Still learning the whole what falls where. Maybe just some feels, I hope?

Anyways, I hope you like it!

Links: Part 1 , Part 2

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All you wanted was to get your son a new toy.

That's it.

It was simple. Walk to the store, walk-in, buy it, and see the unadulterated joy on your 5 years olds face as he got a new toy of his favorite hero.

Simple right?

Wrong… so… so wrong…

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"Where are we going, mommy?" A soft whine came from your young son, walking next to you. It was a beautiful day out as the two of you made your way down the surprising, non-crowded sidewalk.

"If I tell you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise now, would it?" You teased.

"No... "

"So, how was school today?"

"Ok, I guess…." He shrugged his shoulder as his eyes wandered over to the passing buildings. School wasn't something he was particularly interested in, but hey, what five-year-olds are?

Good thing you knew one subject that always seemed to get him to open up about his day.

"Did you get to play heroes and villains today?" His eyes lit up before you could finish your question. Now that was a topic he was interested in. His voice was full of enthusiasm as he told you about every detail of his day, well of his adventure on the playground anyways.

"It was really, really REALLY fun! I got to rush in and save everyone!" Oh, if you could only get him to love school as much as he did heroes.

"Really?" You played along like you haven't heard this near exact story every day since school started. "Hmm.. that sounds familiar. Oh yeah! It's there a hero you like that does that?" You gave your son a smirk as you tried to 'remember' the hero's name. "Hmm... now, what was his name again? Burgundy… Crimson... No, that's not right… Oh, I got it! It's Rose Revolt!

"No, mommy!" He grabbed your hand roughly, making the two of you stop. "It's Red Riot!" He pointed to the bright red 'R' on his shirt and gave you a dazzling grin with his shark-like teeth. He had the brightest smile you'd ever seen that always seemed to light up any room he was in.

"Oh, of course! Silly me! He's the blonde, right?" You couldn't help it. You loved to tease him.

"Noooo! He has spiky red hair, and a quirk like mine, remember?!?!" He puffed out his cheeks as tears of frustration welled in the corner of his eyes.

"Ok, Ok. Yes, I remember, sweetie. I was just teasing you." You squatted down to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. "He really is your favorite hero, isn't he?"

"Yeah! He's so cool!" Those crocodile tears dried up instantly as he boasted about his idol. "He rushes in and saves everyone! He's not scared of anything! I wanna be just like him when I grow up!"

"You want to be a hero?" You forced your smile in place as a wave of nausea hit you full force. It scared you to death to think of your sweet little boy in danger. But it also made you proud to see him want to help others. You just weren't sure you could handle him being a hero, you know second hand what that road is like from your cousin Melissa. Her husband was a hero and a well known one at that, so it wasn't uncommon for him to come home injured or admitted to the hospital.

"Yeah!" One day I'll be a hero! Just like Red Riot!" What was a mother to do?

"Yeah, you will!" No matter how much it scared you, you couldn't crush his dreams. If this is what he wanted, then you'll support him. No matter what. "But! You need to be good and get good grades to be a hero!" You ran your fingers through his soft hair that was the same shade as yours.

"Aww! But I have been good! Plus, got two Bs AND an A this time!" He reminded you.

"Yes, you did. And that earns you your surprise!"

"What is it? What is it?" He had enough of your teasing as he started jumping up and down for emphasis.

"Why don't you turn around and have a look?" You pointed out your destination to your energetic jumping bean. There was that brilliant smile again as he looked over at the toy store behind him. In the large window display hung a post for a new action figure being released today. An action figure of your son's hero, Red Riot. Something he didn't yet have reminded you every day since the announcement of what he wanted for his birthday. But thanks to the bonus you got, you decided to spoil him some and get it for him early. Plus, he's earned it.

You were practically dragged inside by the boy who couldn't have been ⅓ of your size. After giving a small wave to the storekeeper, who was chuckling at the over-excited boy, you made your way down the tight-fitting aisle. His red eyes were wide with excitement as he looked through the rows of toys in search of his prize.

You loved seeing this look on his face and did everything you could to keep him smiling and happy. But being a single mom made that difficult some days. You weren't hurting for money, and he wasn't going without. You just wish you could do for him and let him have more moments like this.

But you would take the moments you can get.

Too bad your little family moment was about to be cut short.

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"I asked you a question, old man." The larger of the two villains who had entered the store shortly after you asked the shopkeeper. "Why the hell are you selling so much of his merch?"

"Please… I don't want any trouble... Just take the money.."

"Still not answering us." The smaller one demands.

"H-he's a popular hero in this area…."

"So you just took it upon yourself to start selling that red bastard shit in our territory? Not a smart move. We run this part of town." He chuckled and looked over to his partner. "What do you say? I think an example needs to be made."

"Fuck yeah!" The larger man grabbed the row behind him and toppling it with a single hard push. The falling displaying pushed into the others, causing a domino effect throughout the store. The sounds of the items and rack hitting the ground, and each other was deafening.

*******

You managed to grab your son just as the first rack fell but wasn't fast enough to dodge the second one that was currently crushing you. The sobbing boy in your arms was ok but terrified. He instinctively activated his newly found quirk, which protected him from any damage. His hard, jagged rock-like skin cut into you some, but you were just relieved it protected him. You, on the other hand, weren't as lucky. Searing pain echoed through your leg, particularly in your right leg, ribs, and back. Though the pain in your body was excruciating, your son came first. He seemed unharmed by the fall, and thankfully your body was keeping the weight of the heavy rack from crushing his small body.

"(Y/S/N).... (Y/S/N)" you coughed. "Sweetie, are you ok?"

"M-mommy…" He shook as a sob racked his tiny body, causing him to shake against you.

"Shh… it's ok sweetie... Everything will be ok… but…" you gasped a little trying to catch your breath. "But… you need to keep your quirk activated …"

"I-I don't know if I c-can….I'm scared." You tried your best to smile for him and keep him calm, but the pain was making this difficult.

Heavy footsteps echo through the store, along with the crunching of countless toys under those steps. Thank goodness someone was on their way to help.

"I know you're scared. But… don't worry… mommy's right… Everything will be alright… someone... Will come help… us… heroes… you'll see..." Black spots danced in your vision as you started to get light-headed.

"What did you say, you little bitch?" A large man appeared in front of you. This wasn't someone who had come to help you.No, this was a villain. You instinctively pulled your son closer to you. Though there wasn't much you could do to protect him. You were a quirkless civilian, not a hero.

The man scowled at you, putting his large foot on the rack above you. "I'd watch my mouth if I was you." Shifting his weight, he slowly applied more pressure to the shelf above you. You scream in pain from the added weight.

"Mommy!"

"That's enough! Keep them quiet otherwise, a hero really might show up!" The other man snapped. "Hurry up and help me with this."

"Fine." The larger villain grunted before lifting his foot from the rack, giving you time to gulp in some air. The last thing you saw was the man looking down at you with an evil grin before that heavy foot came in contact with your face. The kick was fast and hard, knocking you out cold. "There. Now you have something to cry about kid." The larger man walked back to the front, leaving your son with your unconscious form.

"Mommy?" Your son whimpered. "Wake up...Please…"

He started to wiggle and managed to crawl out from under the massive display.

"Mommy…" Releasing his quirk, he shook you carefully but realized he wouldn't be able to wake you. He then tried pulling you by your arm from under the wreckage, but he was too weak, and you didn't budge.

What was going to do?

He was too weak to help you.

You were hurt.

You needed help.

Where are the heroes? Please, someone. Help us!

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"Damn, this thing is tough." The larger man grunted as he tried to break open the safe. They had made the mistake of knocking out the shop keeper before getting the combination.

"Need a hand?" Came a deep voice from the entrance to the shop.

"FUCK!" The villains jumped back to see not only the sturdy hero Red Riot but the larger BMI hero Fat Gum. Both of them were here.

While the villains seemed imposing to the civilians they attacked; they were no match against the heroes. They didn't even have to use their quirks.

"Attacking a toy store? Really guys? Not manly at all." Kirishima chided the two villains who were currently being bear-hugged by his long time mentor turned friend. "Let's get the-"

"R-red Riot?" The storekeeper was finally coming around.

"Don't worry, we're here now everything is ok." He grinned and pointed toward the villains. "Guys didn't stand a chance."

"P-Please heroes! In the back! There was a woman with a small child!" The storekeeper stammered pointed towards the wreck on his store.

How could someone be in that mess? The redhead through before taking off towards the back.

If someone was in there, they had to be hurt… bad…

"Hey! Can you hear me? Anyone back here?" He vaulted over some of the racks as he called out, hoping to hear a response.

"H-Help!" Came a child's voice to his right. Following the cries, he rounded what's left of the corner to see a kid, who couldn't be no more than five with (Y/H/C) hair. Tears spilled from his eyes, and he tried to push up on one of the racks. "Please help my mommy!"

"I got her kid. Stand back." Doing what he was told, your son moved to the side, watching his idol lift the rack with one arm while pulling you out from the wreckage. One look and the hero knew you were in bad shape. Your face was covered in blood from a nasty gash on your head, and one of your legs just... didn't look right.

Shit…

He should have checked the area first before bragging to the shop owner.

Stupid.

He's a pro, not a rookie...

"Mommy!" The child cried out to his mother running over to her shaking her lightly." Wake up… please mommy... The heroes are here just like you said.." After he set down the display, he rushed to your side and started checking for vitals.

Bump Bump…..Bump Bump….

He sighed as he felt your faint beats against his fingertips. You were alive, but you need medical attention. He quickly radioed for EMS and started some minor first aid. Medical treatment wasn't his specialty by any means, but he learned over the years how to do a decent quick patch job on cuts. One he got the bleeding to stop, he glanced over to the child who still had tears dripping from his cheeks. He looked unharmed, which was amazing, considering the damages you sustained.

"Shh... it's ok. I got help on the idea for her...." He tried to console the child, but his words weren't getting through to him; he was too shaken up. Those tears didn't stop, not until Kirishima put a hand on the boy's shoulder. Two pairs of crimson eyes met for the first time. "She's ok. I promise." Seeing those bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks reminded Kirishima of himself when he was that again. Granted, he didn't see his mom almost get crushed to death by a villain, but he used to cry. A lot at that age. Seeing the kid just... pulled at something inside the hero.

Maybe he was just empathizing with him…

The hero's word seemed to work. His tears stopped as the kid froze and just stared at the hero.

For about 10 seconds…

Then the faucet got turned on full blast.

Crap!

The boy then rammed his small body into the hero, almost knocking him off balance. The redhead was stunned by the kid's actions as he wrapped his arm as far as he could around the hero. The boy cried his fresh warm tears seeping through his costume, breaking the unbreakable hero's heart. All that hero training and sometimes he forgot the basics. This was a kid, not an adult. He didn't just need reassurance from words, he needed physical comfort. You'd think he'd know this by now. Tentatively, the hero wrapped his arms around the boy and started rubbing the boys back. Something his mom used to do to him whenever he was scared. "Shh... your ok... everything's fine now..."

It took about 3 minutes and 38 seconds, not that Kirishima was counting, to get the boy to calm down to the point where he wasn't hyperventilating any more. Now it was just sniffles and hiccups.

He continued comforting him until police and EMS arrived on the scene to assist the heroes. As Fat Gum talked to the police, Kirishima stayed with the woman and kid. The paramedic gave the kid once over before giving him a clean bill of health. He had a few bumps and bruises, but he would be alright. But as Kirishima suspected, you were in worse shape. They did what they could on the spot but quickly got you ready for transport to the local hospital.

He started to shake again on hearing you had to go to the hospital. "Shhh... It's ok... These guys are pros and will take real good care of your mom" Kirishima hated this, but right now, all he could do was comfort the kid. He was lucky he even knew how to hold a kid. He didn't have any children of his own, but he had helped out Bakugo's with his little girl a few times. Though she was still a toddler and wasn't capable of talking or understanding a whole lot right now.

"B-but…" He looked like he was about to cry again.

"I swear it's just to get her checked out. Your mom is fine." He hoped.

"M-mommy said swearing is bad…"

"Oh.. "He chuckled at his childish logic. "She's a smart lady then. Yeah, swearing is pretty bad, but this is more like a promise, so it's a good thing." He patted your son on the head, which seemed to cheer him up some. "So, what's your name?"

"(Y/S/N)."

"Gotta say that's a real manly name (Y/S/N)."

"T-Thank you, s-sir." He shyly murmured, "Will.. you stay with me… please...."

"Yeah, sure, kid." Looking up to his mentor and friend, the man gave him a grin as cuffed the villains. "You good over there, Fat?"

"Oh yeah, these guys ain't nothin. Take care of them, would ya?"

The ride to the hospital was short, and you were quickly rushed back to the ER while your son and Kirishima were left in a small private waiting room, typically used by heroes or their families. Kirishima sat beside (Y/L/N) in silence while waiting for news about you.

"I'm sorry to ask this but, do you have anyone we can call? Your dad, maybe?"

"It's just me and mommy…" Tears started to swell in the corners of his eyes.

Damn it! This was clearly a touchy subject for the kid. His mom just got hurt in a villain attack, and now the person who saves him is making him cry. Reaching out, he pulled the kid over the railing and into his lap, hugging him tightly.

"Shh… I'm sorry… It's ok... I won't leave you. I'll stay with you until your mom wakes up. How about that?"

"Thank you. M-Mr. Red Riot, s-sir."

"You don't have to sir me." He sighed.

"Sorry, sir!" The kid's head popped right up, making the redheaded hero laugh. He liked this kid.

"But... I do need to call someone for you..." He scratched the back of his head while he pondered what to do. "Your mom seems like a pretty smart lady. Did she tell you what to do if there was an emergency? Like someone to call?"

"M-Mommy said if I was ever in t-trouble or could get to her to call my Aunt Missy..."

"Do you know her phone number?"

"I'm s-sorry..." The kid shook his head sadly.

"Shh... it's ok. Don't worry about it. We'll just have to ask your mom when she wakes up, then. Now, won't we?." He was careful to keep his expression as cheerful as he could, but inside he was panicking.

Please please please let her wake up.

It's not like he had a problem staying here with him. He was prepared to stay the rest of the day and night if that's what it came to.

It's just...

Kirishima was just worried about him. If something happened to you, what would happen to him? From the sounds of it, his father wasn't in the picture, and the 'Aunt Missy' wasn't much to go on. He facing this all alone. He couldn't leave him like this. That wouldn't be manly.

Kirishima shook his head a bit, trying to clear his thoughts. He really shouldn't be getting attached to the kid, but there was just... something about him...

Distractions. Distractions were good. He needs to distract himself and the child in his lap.

"So, you two came to the toy store today?"

"M-mommy said t-that I had been really g-good, so she was going to get me a surprise." He stuttered.

"Really? That's awesome! What did you wanna get?" Kirishima grinned at him before the boy buried his face into the hero's chest, muttering his response. "Huh?"

Crap, did he make him sad again?

"A n-new action figure came out t-today of my favorite h-hero." (Y/S/N) seemed more nervous than before, which confused the hero.

"Really?" A light bulb went off in the hero's head. "Which one? I may be able to go and get it for you. I'm pretty good friends with the shopkeeper." He really wanted to see the kid smile, but he knows that'll only happen when he was in his mother's arms again. But he had to do something for the kid. Hell, at this point, Kirishima was ready to give him one of his Crimson Riot collectibles if it would help. "So, which one were you going to get?" He smiled down at the boy who was still hiding his face from him.

Was he doing the right thing?

Was he saying the right thing?

Kirishima wished he would look up at him at least. It made it easier to hear him and would let him know if he was upset or not.

(Y/S/N) mumbled something into the redhead's chest.

"Sorry, didn't catch that. What did you say?"

"Y-you."

"I'm your hero? Really?" This shocked the hero. Yeah, he had fans, but most adults plus he was still considered a newbie in the pro world. While kids his age tend to go towards the flashier heroes.

"Y-yeah!" His little head popped right up and the locked eye again. "You're like the best! You run in and help all the people! Just like me and mommy!" Those crimson eyes shone with excitement, awe, and some tears. "Mommy said, i-if I study hard, I-I can be a hero just like you!" Even though his stutters, the redhead, was moved by his words. He had run into fans before, but this kid was making him feel like he was twenty feet tall.

"She's right! You can be a hero, and I have a feeling you're going to be a manly one at that!" (Y/S/N) gave him the brightest smile he had ever seen, and it made Kirishima wanna cry.

So manly...

A soft knock at the door spared him from his moment of weakness, followed by a nurse poking her head in.

"Red Riot, Miss (Y/L/N) is awake now." She informed them.

"Ready to see your mom?"

"Yeah!" The boy all but jumped out of his lap, but quickly turned around to grab the hero's hand. Pulling him along as they followed the nurse who giggled quietly at the sight of the two.

*******

Meanwhile, in the room, you were being treated in.

"Please, Miss (Y/L/N), we need for you to calm down." The doctor pleaded with you as he pressed your shoulders back to be. You woke up about 10 mins ago, and after clearing your head for 5 of those minutes, you looked around the room. It was a nice hospital room. It was clean; the bed wasn't that bad, and it seemed well equipped. However, it was missing something.

(Y/S/N)...

Your son...

Where was your child...

What happened to him? Was he safe?

The last thing you remembered was getting kicked by the villain.

You need to find your son. Now.

"For the last time, I am calm!" You gritted out. Your mind still felt groggy as you struggled against the doctor and nurse (when did she get her?) who were trying to keep you from getting out of bed. Your motherly instincts and pure panic were quickly overpowering your head injury and the sluggish effects of medication. "Now, where the hell is my son!?"

"Mommy! You said a bad word!" (Y/S/N) gasped as he, of course, chose this very moment to appear in the doorway.

Every bit of the fight you had, left you as the rush relief hit your body like a titlewave.

He was ok.

He was smiling, happy, and seeming unharmed as he walked in, holding the hand of a hero dressed in red.

"Sweetie…" You whispered as tears came to both your eyes and his. You didn't get to another word out before he dropped the hero's hand and made a beeline for you. You immediately threw off the sheet and moved to get out of bed. The nurse tried to stop you, but you pulled out of her grip. You were going to your son, nurses, broken leg, bruised ribs, and mild concussion be damned. Though you didn't make it far, about 6 inches from the bed before your body collapsed. But that didn't stop the little boy from tacking into your ribs. "(Y/S/N)." You whispered a silent prayer as you checked over him to make sure he was ok. "Are you hurt?"

"Nope. I'm ok. Red Riot saved us!" He beamed at you before pointing to the hero behind him. "See! He came just like you said! You said a hero would save us, and he did! He even stayed with me!" The words came out as a jumbled mess as he tried to tell you everything at once. His excitement and relief were too much for his mouth to handle.

You tore your eyes away from your son to look up at the man who had to save both you and him. The red hero looked over at you with what you could only describe as shock...

He looked… familiar…

His red hair was spiked, and his faceguard hid some of his features... But… those eyes… You knew those crimson eyes...

You froze.

You hadn't seen him in over five years…

"(Y/F/N)?" "Eijiro?"

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princekoo · 4 years

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strawberry blond | pjm.

pairing. jimin x female! reader

genre/prompt. jimin takes a lot of photos; established relationship

word count. 1.3k

content. some mature language I guess but other than that its just cute married fluff with shy lil minnie!!

synopsis. You always wondered what was in those photo albums, but he was willing to let you into his world at his own pace.

writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! this was the easiest prompt to come up with acc but it’s my favorite :)) I listened to strawberry blond by mitski while writing this!

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Your ears perked up at the sound of a camera shutter, the book you were holding releasing you from its firm grasp on your consciousness. You were so immersed in your reading you didn’t even notice the dip in the mattress before the shutter went off. Looking up from your momentary source of joy you look at the culprit, your permanent source of joy, the blond boy with a glinting silver wedding band on his ring finger. He slowly lowered his camera, a pretty peach blush spreading across his cheeks as he found out he got caught. His eyes avoided your gaze as he waited for the photo to print out of the polaroid, a small smile now the companion of his deepening blush. He was always so damn adorable, you nearly had to stop yourself from cooing at his actions most of the time. Despite being married for 3 years after an 8-year relationship, he still was bashful when it came to romantic gestures. Banter and skinship? Fine, didn’t affect him whatsoever. Now, saying romantically cheesy things and holding hands in public? Absolutely not-- he’d overheat from how red his face gets from those things. He was always like that, although it was worse when you both started dating. He’s more comfortable now, initiating rather than reacting, which was something you were glad about. He was comfortable enough with you to seek those things rather than hope you do them.

You grinned at his retreating form as he went to the other side of what will be the bedroom of your apartment. You watched intently as he opened one of his two precious boxes with “PARK JIMIN” scribbled on messily with Sharpie. He had mentioned those two boxes were where he kept all his printed out pictures and polaroids taken as well as adding a “please don’t open them, my love” into the mix as usual. He stashed the picture he just had taken of you away tenderly in one of the countless photo albums of Polaroids and photographs he kept, however this one looked different from far away. Definitely far more expensive than the others he buys, but its not like you’ll pry about it. He was very sensitive about his photographs, so he was practically the only one who was allowed to look at his still memories and you were okay with that. There’s no use in making someone you’ve spend most of your life and hopefully all of your future with uncomfortable. He had always been into photographing things he found “beautiful and worth remembering”, in his own words. Even during elementary where you’d both met he had disposable cameras which he took pictures of different things at recess that caught his eye and of both you and him as well as his other friends. After getting his first Polaroid camera for his 12th birthday, they’d been inseparable ever since. You stretched, now fully detached from the book in your sheet-covered lap.

Your back was against the wall for what felt like hours as you both didn’t have any furniture yet, causing your back to be stiffer than it would normally. You’d insisted on buying new furniture to signal a new start in your lives after moving from the apartment you both lived in for most of your relationship, but didn’t account for the delivery date and the move-in date, which left you with just a mattress against the floor and a bedside table your husband vehemently refused to get rid of. Something about bro-code and not being able to throw away something his bros got him or whatever. Beats you, it’s not like it was an ugly design or color. Just a plain orange wood IKEA bedside table that’s probably in thousands of aesthetic pictures online out there. A polaroid he took of you last night laid on the same table and your cheeks suddenly heat up at the image. He took it while your eyes were closed in the climax of uh… intimate affairs. Yeah, that. He never left his pictures out in the open like that though, so you spoke up.

Your “hey, love?” was met with a hum from the blond man, his back still to you as he put the special-looking album and the other albums gingerly back into their box.

“You forgot one…from… last night,” you ended the statement in a whisper, the lewd image making your confidence fade, demeanor reminiscent to how your own husband was a few minutes ago. You took the photograph in your hand and held it out for him to take. When he turned around and saw your hand, a flash of recognition went through his face. A mischievous smirk carved itself into his usually timid face and he stuffed his hands into his short’s pockets. He was usually the shy and reserved one, however, when you showed his usual qualities it triggered cocky and sadistic Park Jimin to make an appearance. Bastard was taking pleasure in your embarrassment. You rolled your eyes and waved the picture in his direction. Weirdly enough, his demeanor never faltered. He’d always fussed over putting them away and keeping them stored safely, away from prying eyes, but why was this clearly intimate picture any different?

“I’d like to hang that one up, actually. Hmm… let’s see… should I put it right above the bed? Maybe put it at the back of my phone? I’d like to stare at it as often as I can,” he teased, feigning a thoughtful expression as he trailed off. Your whine of response caused his smirk only to widen. Your brain finally caught up to the situation and your eyebrows furrowed. Now this was new. He never did that… He’d store all his pictures without wanting anyone to see them even before the start of your relationship. The pictures he took were always too precious to him for anyone else to see, too personal, he’d said often when anyone did ask. Your clear bafflement showed on your face as your head automatically tilted in question. He seemed to take notice and understand why you were confused rather than annoyed. His expression finally faltered slightly, the smirk falling from his lips only to be replaced by a small smile and a soft flush on his cheeks once more

“I’ve um… thought about it… for a while. Since we got married, actually. I want...” he trailed off, his voice faltering. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing once again. “I want to show you all of my photo albums and the pictures I’ve taken… if you’d like? I want you to well... know all of me.” His voice trailed off at the end as he scratched the back of his neck.

You were left absolutely stunned. The situation you were suddenly thrust into had you completely taken aback. You knew how much his still memories meant to him and for you to be allowed to view them—to be the first known person besides him to view all of them in their entirety—it made your eyes water. It warmed your heart that he would trust you so much as to see even the deepest part of him he wished no one to see. It was a big step for him emotionally and the fact that he’s taking it made you just so damn happy. Your silence wasn’t mistaken, though. The lifetime you’d spent knowing each other gave him the ability to read you as though you were a book at the library. He knew how touched you felt and it only caused his blush to darken slightly. He knows what he’s going to show you. He loves taking pictures-- loves taking pictures of you. You’ll get to see how happy you make him. You’ll get to see exactly what he thought when those pictures were taken through the scribbles and dates on them. You would finally get a glimpse into the mind he had sealed away for protection. With a smile and nod, you accepted this wonderful change to your life.

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kairi-chan · 6 years

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Red Rose

A/N: Written for my favorite girl’s birthday, and Sakura Week! Have some SasuSaku with a side of BoruSara.

Genre: Romance/ Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T

Summary: Real world AU. It’s Sakura’s birthday, and Sasuke just wants to spend a day with his wife. However, things don’t always go according to plan.

Beta read by: @levadia

Today, she turns thirty-eight. Yet whenever he would set his dark eyes on her, he always does a double take, and think she’s only twenty-three. Her beauty and youthful appearance never changed, like her courage and strength, it never wavered.

The sun was rising a little too high for his liking. He usually rose with the sun, in favor of meditating. But not today. Today, he wanted to be with her for as long as she would have him.

Gingerly, he moved a lock of her pink hair away from her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. She shifted and her long lashes fluttered. “Sasuke-kun,” she whispered, without really opening her eyes.

“Happy birthday.”

Her lips curled up in a smile, and slowly, she opened her green eyes. She snuggled closer to him.

He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her closer. “Let’s have breakfast in the garden. I had the servants prepare it under your favorite cherry blossom tree.”

She hummed. “That sounds nice, but I can’t.”

He pulled away, his lips dipping lightly to a frown. He had this day planned for months. “Why not?”

She shifted her gaze up to face him. “I have patients today, waiting for me at my clinic.”

“Take a day off,” he grumbled.

She laughed. “Just because you did, doesn’t mean I should, too.”

He pouted at his wife and pulled her closer, snuggling at her neck, effectively hiding his face.

She laughed again. “Stop being such a spoiled baby!”

Sasuke scowled. “Alright, fine. But I’m going with you to your clinic.”

Sakura blinked a few times. Sasuke was a very busy man. He almost never interfered with her work, because he firmly believed that he did not want to bother her in any way. With that kind of thinking, Sakura did the same. They always lived their own worlds when it came to their careers. This whole business of him coming with her to her clinic was a bit of a shock for her. “Alright,” she said slowly. A wide grin started to form on her lips. “I’m sure my patients would just love to have you.”

Sakura was sitting in front of her dresser when her husband approached her and presented her with a single red rose. She looked at him through the mirror, a soft smile on her face.

“Every year, you get me one of these,” she said sentimentally.

“And I will keep giving you one on your birthday for the rest of my life.” He smiled. “It’s more than just tradition to me.”

She turned to face him and accepted the rose. He swooped down and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. He pulled away and presented her with a small red box. “Sarada wanted me to give you this.”

Her eyes lit up. She almost forgot. Her daughter was coming back from boarding school later in the afternoon, to join her and her husband for her birthday dinner. She took the box and opened it. There was a single platinum clip, with a Sakura pattern engraved on it. At the very edge sat the Uchiha clan’s crest. The craftsmanship was impeccable. A wide grin grew on her face.

“Is this…” she looked at her husband to explain.

He smirked. “I bet she convinced Sai to sell it to her commission free.”

Sakura giggled. Sai was a famous artist, he recently tried his hand into designing jewelry. “How thoughtful of her,” she said lovingly. She picked up the clip, and cut the stem of the red rose her husband gave her. She then entwined it with the clip and slipped it into her hair. She looked at the mirror to inspect her handiwork. The left side of her hair was swept back with the clip, holding the rose in place.

Sasuke leaned down to look at her through the mirror. The red rose complimented her beauty even more.

He walked through the white hospital walls, his steps even and measured. He walked right next to his wife, who was being greeted left and right by various hospital staff.

“Doctor Uchiha!” A young nurse greeted. “Happy birthday!”

She smiled kindly and bowed a bit. “Thank you.”

The nurse smiled and nodded at Sasuke with a dreamy smile before walking away.

“Always the popular one.” Sasuke smirked.

Sakura feigned hurt. “I’m nowhere near as popular as you, darling.”

He glared at her for the quip, without any real malice. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully in return. He hid his smile, and landed his dark eyes at the door to her clinic.

There was a long line of patients waiting at the right side of the door, sitting and waiting. On the left side, it looked like the Yamanaka flower shop decided to change residence. There were bouquets of flowers, and presents stacked on top of the chairs.

Sakura’s green eyes widened. Her secretary came out of the clinic to greet them. “Good morning, Doctor Haruno. Happy birthday!” She smiled cheerily. “Mr. Uchiha,” she shifted her gaze to him, her smile growing a little wider. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

Sasuke only nodded in acknowledgement. He was far too distracted by all the flowers and presents waiting for Sakura.

“Good morning, Yuki.” Sakura smiled. She shifted her gaze to the left side of her clinic’s door. “Are these for me?”

Yuki nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. There’s more inside. Mr. Uzumaki’s flowers were taking up most of the space, so I had to move some of them out. He also sent a cake over.”

She raised her brow. “Naruto?” She followed her secretary inside her clinic, and that’s when she saw it. It was the largest display of Sunflowers she had ever seen. It sat on the top of her secretary’s desk, taking up all the space. There was a bright orange card sitting in the middle. She took it and read the scratchy handwriting aloud.

“Happy birthday, Sakura-chan! Don’t let that bastard get you down for not throwing you a party today. I planned one for you tomorrow night. Hope you like the flowers. Hima helped me pick them out from Ino’s shop. Enjoy the cake, too. Hinata baked that just for you! See ya tomorrow. Love, Naruto.”

Sasuke growled. He knew it wasn’t beneath Naruto to throw Sakura a party. The three of them were childhood friends, after all. There was a reason why Sasuke didn’t throw parties for his wife. It was because he wanted to spend time with his wife and daughter, undeterred by anyone else’s presence. It didn’t mean that his friends weren’t important. He just wanted to be selfish every now and then and have the two most important people with him.

“Well, isn’t that nice of him?” She grinned. Sakura turned around and faced her husband. “You get today, Sasuke-kun. Tomorrow,” she lifted the card and waved it at his face. “We’re going to celebrate with everyone else, okay?”

“Aa.” He was not going to defy any of her wishes today. Maybe he could try to convince her to skip it tomorrow morning, instead.

“Yuki, please send in the first patient after five minutes. I’ll just set up.”

“Yes, Dr. Uchiha!” Her gaze shifted then to Sasuke, who was just standing there at Sakura’s reception area. “Umm.” The girl fidgeted with her clipboard. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Uchiha?”

Sasuke slowly shifted his dark eyes to her. “No. I will wait for Sakura to finish her shift.”

“Ah, oh… Okay.” She stuttered. “Just make yourself comfortable, then.”

Sasuke nodded and sat down at the bench at the corner of the clinic. He pulled out a book, and started to read. From his perch, he could see Sakura talking to her patients through the glass window, Yuki’s desk, as well as the entrance to the clinic. He saw more and more people leaving presents and flowers outside, some even entering just to inform the secretary that they had left a gift.

“Please tell Dr. Uchiha I left her a gift.”

“Please send her my thanks, and to have the happiest birthday.”

“She has done so much for my father. Please tell her I am forever in her debt. Say, does she life daffodils? The Yamanaka shop owner told me likes those.”

“Can’t I please see her for just a minute? I want to hand her my gift.”

Sasuke watched silently from his seat. He knew his wife was popular, but he was still surprised that they always went out of their way to send her gifts and warm greetings on her birthday, and on Christmas. Yuki kindly turned all of their requests to see her down, explaining that she was busy and had a lot of patients to deal with. Some of them waited outside, while others simply left their gifts.

Sasuke’s presence did not go unnoticed. Sakura’s patients would stare at him, some far less discreet than most. He ignored them, and pretended not to hear.

“Look at him! He’s so handsome.”

“Is he a movie star? You know, I heard Dr. Uchiha has some popular patients.”

“Isn’t that… isn’t that Sasuke Uchiha? The CEO of Uchiha Corp?”

Sasuke’s lips pressed into a fine line. He was not in the mood to brush off any fan girls right now. He only wanted one girl’s attention for today, and he was already frustrated enough as it is that she was not giving it to him. Well, not really. But you get it.

A woman with blond hair came in. Her honey colored eyes scanned the clinic’s reception area. “Where is Sakura?” She asked Yuki firmly.

The secretary looked up from her computer and stood at attention immediately. “Dr. Senju! Dr. Uchiha is inside with a patient.”

Her eyes hardened at the secretary. “Will she finish soon?”

“She-she should!” the girl was a nervous wreck. Sasuke smirked. He knew Tsunade had a penchant for scaring staff.

“Ah, you’re here.” Tsunade regarded him.

Sasuke stood up and nodded. “Tsunade.”

She smirked. “Waiting for her this year, I see.”

He inclined his head. “I told her to take the day off.”

The doctor snorted. “I’ve been trying to get her to go on a vacation for two years.”

They were interrupted by two teenagers who entered the clinic.

“Sarada.”

The girl with dark eyes slightly widened. She was holding a bouquet of pink roses. “Papa? What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for your mother,” he explained simply.

“Hey uncle Sasuke.” Boruto grinned. He was holding a bouquet of red carnations.

Sasuke’s lips dipped into a slight frown as he eyed the flowers. He also didn’t like the thought of his daughter being with him. “Boruto.”

The blond’s grin was as bright as the sun. “Just wanted to stop by and drop off these flowers for Aunty Sakura.”

“Oh, everyone’s here!” Sakura padded out of her office.

All eyes turned to her, however, Sakura’s eyes instinctively gravitated towards her daughter.

“Sarada, you’re home. Welcome back!”

Sarada flung herself at her mother and hugged her tightly. “Happy birthday, mama!” She pulled away. “For you.” She presented the bouquet of pink roses and grinned. “Do you like the clip I got you?” She peeked at her mother’s hair and saw she was wearing it, along with a red rose. Her grin widened. “I’m glad you understood its intended purpose.”

Boruto piped in. “Oh, yeah. Come to think of it, you always wear a red rose in your hair on your birthday every year, Aunty Sakura. Is that, like, for good luck or something?”

“It’s an Uchiha family tradition,” Sarada explained. “Family and close friends usually present pink roses to show appreciation.” She then eyed Sasuke carefully, a small smile on her lips. “Lovers and admirers present the female celebrant with a single red rose. It’s up to the celebrant to choose whose flower she will wear in her hair, as a sign of her reciprocating her love.”

Boruto’s blue eyes widened. At this, Sakura explained further. “Usually, it’s only done on the celebrant’s eighteenth birthday. But Sasuke-kun has been doing this every year since then, just to make sure I still love him,” she teased.

Sasuke felt his cheeks heat up. He looked away and scowled. Everyone laughed.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then.” Tsunade nodded. She shifted her gaze to her pupil. “Happy birthday, Sakura.” With that, she left the clinic.

“Mama,” Sarada spoke. “I’ll be heading out to have lunch with Boruto, and then we’re meeting up with Mitsuki. I’ll see you later for dinner?”

Sakura nodded. Boruto handed her the bouquet, and smiled. He promised he would bring Sarada home before seven. Sasuke’s body stiffened, but he chose not to speak about the matter. He had a feeling something was going on with those two, but he wanted to wait for Sarada to tell him. His eyes shifted to Sakura, who gave him a sweet smile. His eyes narrowed. He knew that look.

She giggled and handed the bouquet over to Yuki. “Darling,” she started. “I have a few more patients. After that, let’s grab some lunch?”

Sasuke nodded and sat back down on his perch. He tried his best not to think about how his wife had just embarrassed him earlier, and that his daughter may be potentially dating the dobe’s son.

The two of them went to one of Sakura’s favorite restaurants near the hospital. It was a quiet little shop that only accommodated four tables for two.

Sasuke knew that Sakura chose this restaurant today in order to give him some reprieve from her crowded clinic. She was just that thoughtful.

“I’m sorry, darling.”

Sasuke lifted his brow. “What are you apologizing for?”

“I’m apologizing that you had to wait outside my clinic all morning.” She held his hand, which was resting on top of the table. “I know you planned for us to have lunch at The Leaf today.”

His eyes narrowed. He didn’t tell anyone of his plans. He even made the reservation himself, just to make sure his secretary didn’t blab about it.

Sakura giggled. “I heard from Ino.”

“Tch.” He looked away. That blonde always was good at retrieving information. He forced himself to calm down and sighed. “It doesn’t matter.” He shifted his gaze to her. “I just want to spend the day with you, but it seems like I’m forced to share you with everyone else.”

Sakura blinked a few times. “Share? Sasuke-kun, you know I’m all yours.”

“It’s not that,” he replied cooly. “You’re loved and appreciated by a lot of people for very obvious reasons. I just…” He didn’t want to say it out loud. This was always a sort of insecurity for him. For years, he and Sakura had been together, and yet he always felt like she was better off with someone else who could make her happier. He was never the type to give flashy gifts, or throw grand parties for her. He doesn’t even recall ever giving her a bouquet of flowers in public.

“I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for what I have now, darling.” She looked at his dark eyes, and he knew she was looking into his soul. She smiled warmly at him. “This is by far the best birthday ever, because I get to have you near me the whole day.”

He felt his lips tug up into a small smile, and he gave her hand a squeeze. No one ever understood him the way Sakura did.

Their food arrived, so they retracted their hands. As the server placed their food in front of them, a sly grin crept up Sakura’s face.

“Did you notice the way Boruto’s eyes lit up when Sarada explained the Red Rose tradition to him?”

Sasuke scoffed. “He probably doesn’t understand it.” He lifted the tea cup to his lips.

She chuckled. “Do you think he’ll be giving her a red rose on her eighteenth next week?”

He choked on his tea, to which Sakura laughed heartily.

A/N: I told myself I wasn’t going to join Sakura week because I was travelling. But while I was travelling, all I saw were Sakura trees. I felt inspired to write a birthday fic for my favorite girl, in her man’s perspective.

I hope you liked this! Thank you so much to @levadia for quickly beta reading this for me.

You can read more of my fics here on tumblr, or on ff.net.

#Sakuraweek2018 #sakuraweekd7 #sakuraweek #sasusaku #sakura uchiha #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #sakura #sasuke #borusara #boruto #sarada #fanfiction

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Underland’s Unruly Princesses: March of the Witch Hunters (aka the crossover) chapter 4

Rosalind II

It was no secret that Ember hated my father, Ilosovic Stayne the Knave of Hearts. She said he was an ignorant one eyed gorilla who cheated on mother several times with various ladies of the court when she carried me inside her and that's why he lost his eye. I knew better than to ask either of my parents if there was any truth to this. When I was nine, she also claimed that he attempted to spoon her in her bedchamber. I don't know if this is officially true or not, but after that claim, mother made both of us sleep in her bed for about a year, and I didn't see my father at all during that time because he was put on ice in the dungeon.

But once I realized I wasn't going to get anywhere with Auntie Mary and Auntie Sarah, apart from my birthday gifts that is, I knew I had to ask him for help. I got all the attention I wanted from Mother, Ember, my aunties, and mother's old friend and our cook, Mrs. Nellie Lovett, but my father was distant. He was probably busy carrying out Mother's orders. Still, the only time he spent with me was with everyone else, or when he tried to teach me how to spar which mother quickly stopped him from.

"Princesses don't fight with steel." Mummy insisted when she caught me fencing with my father on her croquet lawn and promptly dragged me off by one arm. In hindsight, I think Daddy wanted me to be a boy.

The Resistance made a big deal out of the fact that Mother executed her husband, took several lovers over the course of her reign, and had no "legitimate" children. Ember and I were often referred to as "Royal Bastards." Mummy countered this slander by saying that Ember's father was the resistance leader, Tarrant Hightopp, the Hatter, and that the only reason she killed her husband was that he tried to kill Ember when she was a toddler and pushed him off her balcony. Not only that, but she was also pregnant with me at the time and couldn't keep him around long enough for him to find out that she had another child who wasn't his. Besides, he was a cheating asshole just like my father. Worse than my father in fact because he'd been screwing her own sister!

I wish I looked more like my mother. She and Ember had the same red hair, only Ember's hair was more ginger than red. I had only my mother's porcelain skin, dainty features, long eyelashes, and aching feet, and my father's bright sky blue eyes, but unlike either of them, I was born with an abundance of long, thick, wavy honey-colored tresses falling almost to my knees which was strange at first, but then it was revealed that my maternal grandmother, Queen Elsemere was a blonde, so I guess it wasn't that odd. Like my sister, I had a curvaceous, voluptuous body and had always been rather busty for my age.

As we walked to Daddy's chamber, I thought about my interaction with Auntie Sarah and Auntie Mary. They were quick to praise my singing of Nellie's songs and rewarded me with my birthday presents. Auntie Mary gave me a beautiful cake, six layers high decorated with red buttercream roses with golden leaves. Two layers were chocolate fudge cake filled with cheesecake, two were chocolate chip cookie dough cake filled with cheesecake, and two were red velvet cake filled with cheesecake. The whole thing was frosted in fudge and cream cheese frosting. She told me I was getting too skinny and insisted I eat the whole thing myself before I started singing. Auntie Sarah gave me some a beautiful choker, black velvet ribbon with a golden rose briar pattern embroidered into it, three new gowns, and a red bow made from the same fabric of my mother's favorite gown with a miniature version of mother's scepter as the clasp. I thanked them and asked them where Auntie Winnie was.

"In your mother's study," was Auntie Sarah's reply,

"In the garden," said Auntie Mary at the same time. Then they looked at each other oddly.

"In your mother's study," said Auntie Mary.

"In the garden," said Auntie Sarah.

I knew now that she was neither in the garden or Mummy's study and grew suspicious. Ember's story confirmed these suspicions and I knew we had to send my father out to find the Witch Hunters in our world and arrest them immediately. We would put a bounty on their heads and snuff them out. If not, I could use my baby Jabberwockies that mother gave me when I turned fourteen, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, on them. They were my babies. Drogon was now large enough to ride, but the others could set things on fire and probably burn people alive.

I rapped sharply on door to my father's room with Ember close behind.

"Exactly why are you dragging me to visit your father?" Ember asked me.

"Because he listens to you and not me." I said blankly, stating the obvious and trying to school the twinge of envy from my voice.

"You're his daughter, though," Ember torted. "Not me. Besides, he abandoned you."

"I think you scare him." I smirked. "Why does Mummy even keep him around anyway?"

Ember chuckled lowly. "I haven't a clue, sis. Sometimes I swear Mum forgets why she does things."

"Well either way you get through to him better than I do that's why you're coming with me." I banged on the door again. "DADDY! GET YOUR STUPID FUCKING DEADBEAT ARSE OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" I yelled.

"Or I'll tell Mummy you sometimes like to wank to pictures of Aunt Mirana!" Ember chimed in an annoying tone. I giggled like a little girl.

Ember laughed as my Father whipped the door open. She had Aunt Winnie's book in the crook of her arm. She had not stopped carrying it around since Mum gave it to her.

"The fuck do you brats want?" he demanded. I stared him down.

"Well, well, well, Stayne, I'd expected you to be thrilled by our appearance," Ember cooed in a sarcastic tone. "I guess I was totally wrong with that assumption." Without even asking, Ember just shoved her way into his room. Giggling, I followed her.

My father's single good eyes followed Ember as she went to the middle of the room and sat in a chair by the hearth. "It's an emergency." I insisted.

Oddly enough, my father sighed, then he crossed the room and sat across from Ember and I. "Considering that I have nothing better to attend to, I guess I will listen to your little pitiful sob story."

"It's the witch hunters. We have reason to believe there are some in our world that will stage an uprising and kill us all. We need you to find them."

My father's face twisted into a disgusted expression. "Witch hunters, you say?" He drew a small knife from his belt and began to wave it around. "What's in it for me?" he demanded of us.

Ember's cheeks began to flush red, and I could tell that Mum's temper was about to take over. "What's in it for you? You ignorant buffoon! If these Witch Hunters are even allowed to execute a single witch, they will begin to destroy the rest of us! Can't you see that we are peculiar compared to those from Above? We are nothing but alien to them. If they infiltrate the different worlds, we are all doomed. Underland and Above will be wiped clean. That includes everyone and everything!"

Ember had the ability to talk very, very fast when she was pissed off, much like Mum. I had always thought that she could easily out-talk anyone when she was about to rage. "If you don't do this for me, your own flesh and blood, do this for yourself!" I snapped.

Ember sprang from her chair. "DO IT FOR YOUR QUEEN!" She hissed stridently. It frightened me a little how angry she was getting. "Do it for the sake of having a woman to stick your dinky little prick into!" I clapped a gloved hand over my mouth in an attempt to stop the laughter that threatened to burst out.

I don't know whether it was the idea of not being able to lay again, or Ember's temper, but my father's jaw dropped. "Yes, your highness. Right away." He stumbled to his feet. He came over to me, dropped a peck on my cheek, dropped a heavy coin purse into my lap.

In one swift motion, he swiped his sword from the rack on the wall, and he began to jog from the room.

I wiped it off, quickly, but shoved the money into my cleavage. I wasn't used to his fake affection, but the money was nice and very much appreciated. Ever since his latest betrayal, Mum demanded he pay child support for my upkeep. About two million pounds sterling a month to be exact.

Ember sniggered next to me. She wrapped her fingers around Aunt Winnie's book and she giggled. "Well, Sis, looks like we got that taken care of."

"We make an excellent team. Remind me never to piss you off like that. Ever."I joked.

"Not to worry, Ros, dear. You shall never know the extent of my true temper." Holding the book to her chest, she rose from her chair. "Now, then, I suggest we go and find Mum."

"She'll be happy to know your favorite person paid his child support on time. How long do you think he'll last out there?" I wondered, walking out with my sister.

She shrugged. "Who knows? Hopefully long enough for us to find Aunt Winifred before the Witch Hunters take her down."

"While we're on the subject, there's something you should know." I confessed. "I've been having these weird nightmares about a black cat loitering around a condemned building in the Above. Do you think it has anything to do with Auntie Winnie?"

Ember stopped dead in her tracks. "That's funny, Ros. I, too, have seen the apparition of a feline, black as coal. I didn't think anything of it at all. You know what this means?" I shook my head.

"We must question Mum," she said flatly. "Even if you leave the talking to me. I think she knows more that she lets onto."

"I'll go with you...for moral support. But I don't want Mum to be mad at me." I said.

"It's decided then. I will do the talking." And with that, she trudged down the corridor. I followed.

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