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pianocat939 · 2 years

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Am not sure if you're taking request or write for kingdom but if so

Dark Cacao x dragon!reader?Possibly The reader working with Dark Enchantress trying to take down the kingdom like in chapter 13-14? Then getting captured after getting caught by one of the warriors? The rest is up to you

Could I possibly go by 🕯️?

I might not have declared this enough but yes, I do take Kingdom requests.

Welcome to the forever cursed blog 🕯anon.

The canon story might change a little bit but not too much. MC is allies with D. Enchantress cookie but they’re not a part of the villains. (I wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be a Yandere, but if not then I’ll rewrite it) Btw, MC’s font is red this time.

Tw: Kidnapping (kinda), Betrayal, violence, mentions of blood (jam), MC cries a bit, There’s a reference to DILF but not in story (don’t judge me ok)

(I went off from the request sorry.)

Broken Walls

• “Y/n Dragon, do you swear to protect the Dark Cacao Kingdom and its descendants with every breath and claw?” The king spoke, his thick Hanbok flutters in the wind, like a flag on a battlefield.

(한복, aka Hanbok is traditional Korean clothing btw)

• A cookie dragon stands before him, their eyes stinging from the snow and wind. “I swear to protect your kingdom and its descendants, my King; in return, I require respect and acceptance from your subjects, and yourself.”

• The Licorice Sea’s waves crashes against the walls, trying to erode the cocoa blocks.

• It was an unusually cold and bitter day, even for the Dark Cacao Kingdom; this day however, was the establishment of the alliance between the Dark Cacao Kingdom and Y/n Dragon.

• “Then I, Dark Cacao Cookie, will bring respect and acceptance to your table. For our reunion!” He bows, showing great respect and honor.

• “For our reunion!” Y/n Dragon does the same, bowing in a sharp angle.

• What a rigid but serene day it was, if only the rebellion hadn’t occurred.

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• “Get out of our kingdom! Get out of our kingdom!” A group of Cacao cookies chant, holding up Pujok(s) with ‘Protection’ written upon them.

(부적, Pujok is a blessing paper/amulet)

• The cookies are trying to get the Dragon out of their Kingdom, despite what Dark Cacao cookie swore to do.

• Y/n Dragon lay in their home, trying to keep the protestants from tearing into the paper screens.

• They feel betrayed and angered. Did Dark Cacao forget what they agreed on?! What was even the purpose of the alliance when the other couldn’t fulfill the promise?

• Having enough with the mistreatment, the saddened dragon went to the back door. As soon as they step outside, the cold surrounds their entire being. The air was crisp, invading their body in a soothing way.

• With the abundant of space, Y/n Dragon turns into their Dragon form and flies away.

• As they fly, the snow falling down makes it difficult to see; a punishment for being in the eternal winter-land.

• When the cookies see that the dragon hears their wishes, they cheer. Finally, that wretched dragon was gone from their homeland!

• “Move out my way my subjects!” Their kings yells, trying to slice through the crowd. He enters the newly abandoned home, and kneels in defeat.

• He was a failure, a disappointment, for his friend, ally, and the one he loved most.

• “I will bring you back, Y/n Dragon; I will never let any of the my subjects treat you in such horrendous ways ever again.”

• He then motions his soldiers over, standing up once more. “I want all of their things transported to the Citadel, make sure they’re handled with extreme caution. One rip, and I will bring retribution.”

• As the soldiers go to work, he appears in front of the crowd’s eyes again. “My subjects…You have disappointed me, and now, you will be punished. You have broken our laws and alliance, so you shall be guilty of your actions.”

• The crowd panics, then try to desperately apologize to Dark Cacao, but he pays them no mind.

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• “While we are infiltrating the Citadel, you will be attacking the towers from above, correct?” Pomegranate questions, confirming the plan.

• “Yes, there may be watchers and soldiers flooding the walls so be wary of them.” The dragon responds, looking at the Kingdom below.

• “Don’t worry, with Dark Choco by our side we shall have no complications.” She motions over to Dark Choco, who stands with an indescribable expression.

• “Defeat your father once and for all, Dark Choco. For me, and the Soul Jam.” The dragon then takes off, on their way to attack.

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• “My king, won’t you eat some of these delicious rainbow jellies? Their quite tasteful you know.” An attendant suggests, holding the desserts in an appetizing manner.

• “Later, I have something to attend to.” He ignores their concern and shuts himself in his personal chamber.

• He goes over to a shrine placed near his Yo. On one of the shelves of the shrine is a portrait. A portrait of Y/n Dragon.

(요, Yo is a traditional sleeping mat)

• He lights up an incense stick and sticks it in the ash pot. He silently prays, then proceeds to mutter, “My adored one, please come back to me.”

• “Your majesty! The walls are being attacked by monsters and- and Y/n Dragon!” The servant from before calls, hidden by the paper screens.

• Dark Cacao’s eyes flung wide open, in shock of the return. “Prepare for battle! Tell them that I will deal with the dragon personally!”

• He’ll finally have them back.

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• The towers crumble from Y/n Dragon’s flames. The watchers were no use against the beast.

• The attacker then places their claws upon the wall, slightly crumbling it. “Dark Cacao Kingdom! Your doom has arisen! For your betrayal to me will beat down the walls and flood you with the Licorice Sea!”

• “Y/n Dragon! Please, our people have realized our mistakes! We know we have done wrong! But please, spare our kingdom!” A senior watcher yells, kneeling down and clasping their hands together in defeat.

• “Your time is over! There is no room for pleading!” More towers crumble, falling down into the abyss below.

• In the distance, a sword shines purple. Right in the direction of the Dragon’s back.

• “Blame it on yourselves and your king for the rest of this falling kingdom!” They roar once more, unaware of the cookie ambushing them from behind.

• The grape jam sword slashes into the dragon’s back, spilling red jam all over the snow and cacao bricks. The searing pain makes the dragon cry, falling off into the Licorice Sea.

• Due to their growing weakness, Y/n Dragon turns into their cookie from, floating on the shallow side of the sea.

• Had they lost…Already?

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• In the King’s chambers, a small fire is lit, covered by a frame to stop it from spreading. It was warm, but in the corners of the room it was still bitter cold. Near the fire sat a couple—Dark Cacao and Y/n Dragon.

• Dark Cacao sits on a cushion crossed-legged. On his lap was Y/n Dragon, sleeping while they lean on his junction between the neck and shoulder. The two are coveted by a thick blanket, ensuring that the cold wouldn’t pierce their bodies.

• A few moments later, Y/n Dragon slowly wakes up, unaware of their current environment. They start to look around, trying to take-in where they are.

• “You’re awake. Good, I was worrying if you were going to end up well.” Dark Cacao confesses, holding their body tighter to his. Y/n Dragon realizes who the cookie was and starts to struggle.

• “Let me go! I don’t want to be in the Kingdom that betrayed me! Especially with you!” As they try to break free, a sharp pain from their backside stops them.

• The King’s expression darkens, “Don’t move, the injury on your back is still fresh.” He carefully nuzzles against the crown of their head, his best attempt at showing affection.

• “Let me go. Please, I don’t want to be hated again.” Y/n Dragon bats his face away, but fails from their weariness.

• Dark Cacao hesitantly pecks their hair, remorse consuming his heart. “I know that my subjects disrespected you. It was my fault, but I won’t let it happen again. This time, I’ll keep you right by my side.” Y/n Dragon silently sheds a tear.

• “I don’t know anymore. I trusted you with my entire being, but a year before I left they- they-” Y/n Dragon couldn’t finish their sentence and looks down in tears. “Started to mistreat me.”

• “I know, I know. No need to dwell on those cruel people. I’ve rightfully punished them.” He lifts a nearby cup full with steaming tea. “Drink this and go back to sleep. We have a grand ceremony to go through tomorrow.” Y/n Dragon obediently accepts the tea, the liquid supplying them with warmth.

• “What do you mean by grand ceremony?” Dark Cacao slightly smiles, staring into the bright flame.

• “I told you I would keep you by my side. To do that, we are going to wed.” The dragon’s tail springs up in surprise.

• “W-what? That’s so sudden!” He rubs their shoulder to relax them, his hair brushes against their hands while doing so.

• “I know it is. I would have courted you first, but considering the state of the Kingdom and the lack of time, this is the only option.”

• If only they had broken those walls, then maybe they wouldn’t have been here.

(I’m sorry for this lazy edit lmaooo)

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This is a really good work in my opinion. It just flows so well.

Writing this was extremely enjoyable. Anything from the Dark Cacao Kingdom is easy to write for me because I live in a place where it’s winter for 9 months. I easily understand the environment so I really love writing for it.

Nice DILF content.

- Celina

#dark cacao #dark cacao cookie #Yandere dark cacao cookie #Yandere cookie run #yandere #Yandere x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #Yandere cookie run kingdom

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bills-pokedex · 3 years

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Worldbuilding Month: Day 3

{According to my outline, today was supposed to be “explain to the audience that culture is not erased but rather embraced; it just happens to coexist alongside Common and other international efforts for unity and peace,” but because yesterday’s post was so in-depth, fuck it, we’re talking about gay stuff.

Putting this behind a cut because the intro is long and the meat of the post is longer, and also, I’m one of those people who say the word “queer” a lot and would prefer to have this up as a warning so I don’t have to explain to folks why it’s okay and why the “queer is a slur” thing is TERF rhetoric.

Because Pokémon is a children’s franchise from a country that’s somehow more conservative about LGBT+ issues than the United States, it should come as no surprise that there’s very little explicit queer rep in canon, and anything that could conceivably connected to the LGBT community is either: A) actually fanon, or B) treated as a joke. (See any time crossdressing is brought up for the latter.)

It should also come as no surprise that I like to ignore this. Or, rather, I like to briefly touch on it now and then because I like the idea of using media to discuss topics of real-world importance, so the short answer about whether or not homophobia/transphobia/etc is dead is “legally, yes; culturally ... eeeeeeeeeeh.” As in, no one’s outlawed being queer. Gay marriage is legal everywhere. No government, national or otherwise, cares that you’re gay. Resources are not that difficult to find if you’re new to this and trying to figure things out, and the trainer community is very, very queer and very, very prone to having older trainers mentor younger ones so they can figure things out for themselves. (For the latter, the entire point of training according to trainers themselves is to go out, find themselves, and change their lives out there, so even if the rest of the world was just like it is IRL, honestly, training would probably be a lot like Tumblr, only with fewer TERFs and a lot more walking.)

On the other hand, there’s still a lot of tension. The entire idea of world unity and openness is still a pretty new thing, so older generations aren’t as accepting of queer people as the younger generations and various governments themselves are. There’s not really any violence, exactly, but it’s not exactly unusual for someone to have a parent who believes their lesbian daughters just need to meet the right person or a grandparent who’s just casually transphobic. The point is Bill’s world is definitely a utopia compared to ours, but it’s not perfect. Yet.

When it comes to culture beyond the old-fashioned folks out there, queer people are pretty well-accepted. There’s no push for having queer people in certain roles because on a greater scale, discrimination doesn’t exist. To that end, a lot of the characters you’re familiar with may be queerer than you think.

Which means I’m about to get into a List, but first, a couple of side notes:

1. The canon pokémon professors are largely ace, straight, or lowkey bi. Professor Juniper is definitely a lesbian, and Sycamore is pan, but the majority of the others are currently cis dudes in marriages with cis women, cis dudes who were once married to cis women, or Professor Magnolia (who’s aro). The point here is that most of the canon pokémon professors are at least attracted to a gender other than their own.

2. Giovanni is a painfully straight dilf, but the other evil team leaders are some form of queer. For example, Maxie is gay af, Archie is pan and in a poly relationship with his own executives, Cyrus is aroace, Ghetsis is sexually attracted to taking over the world (and himself), Lysandre is very gay and lowkey pining for Sycamore, Guzma is bi, Lusamine is also painfully straight, and Rose is pan but pretends to not be interested for the sake of the media.

3. All of the pokémon storage system administrators are queer with the exception of Amanita, who’s eight years old and therefore we are not going to fucking talk about what she wants right now. Granted, this is largely due to Bill’s habit of adopting every underdog he can find and turning them into administrators, and it just so happens that society’s most offbeat characters might be a little bit queer, generally speaking. I’ve gotten into which flavors of queer in previous posts, but I might bring it up again in a resource post of its own this month if people are interested.

4. Ash Ketchum is perpetually ten, so like Amanita, we’re not gonna talk about what he wants. He is, however, absolutely questioning his gender. (Red, who’s a separate character from Ash, will be mentioned below. Likewise for Blue, who’s separate from Gary. Alls I can say is Professor Oak had really bad luck with children and just so happens to have three orphaned grandchildren.)

That leaves the gym leaders, trial captains, kahunas, Frontier brains, and the Elite Four gauntlets/Champions, which are as follows:

KANTO

Brock is bi but doesn’t realize it.

Misty is painfully straight.

Lt. Surge is painfully straight.

Erika is trans and a lesbian. She may or may not be pining for Sabrina. (Related note: She’s the daughter of one of the kimono girls from the same troupe as Bill’s mother. I bring this up because of the whole technically canon point that only girls can learn the dances to summon Ho-oh and Lugia, which means Erika was taught these once she came out.)

Koga is ace but heteromantic.

Janine is a lesbian though. Koga doesn’t know, and Janine, knowing her father is super-traditional, has no intention of telling him, so she’s 100% in the closet.

Sabrina is ace but questioning her romantic orientation, and probably the only thing that gets her really flustered is the entire concept of romance (which is to say, Erika).

Blaine is gay.

Blue is very gay.

Lorelei is aroace.

Bruno is straight.

Agatha is straight and also salty over a failed relationship with Professor Oak. (Blue’s father is her son, by the way, but not Gary’s.)

Lance is gay af.

Red is pan and perpetually confused by Blue.

Trace does not exist idek what you’re talking about.

JOHTO

Falkner is bi.

Bugsy is aroace.

Whitney is a lesbian who likes to pretend she’s bi so no one questions why her gym is full of pretty girls only.

Morty is gay and publicly in a relationship with Eusine. (Or, at least, people know he’s in a relationship, but the media just refers to Eusine as “a local pokémon collector” and nothing more.)

Chuck is bi and happily married to his wife, thanks very much.

Jasmine is trans and aroace. (I like to pretend Special didn’t happen.)

Pryce is aroace.

Clair is probably the gayest gym leader you’ll come across. Yes, I’m including Kalos here.

Will is gay.

Karen is not only gay but also has been elevated to gay icon by the media. She is the sort of gay baby gays look up to and hope to be one day.

HOENN

Roxanne is trans but straight.

Brawly is bi.

Wattson is shockingly (no pun intended) straight and happily married.

Flannery is gay. She’s not as gay as Clair, but she comes very, very close. She’s also post-op trans.

Norman is aroace, and we won’t get into what that means for his marriage.

Winona doesn’t care for labels. (She’s nonbinary but goes by she/her and she’s pansexual.)

Liza and Tate are, like, eight, so we’re not getting into this either.

I take my comments about Clair back. She’s the most lesbian gym leader. The gayest gym leader, hands down, is Wallace. As an unrelated side point, he's not in a relationship with Steven Stone, contrary to popular belief.

Juan is Wallace’s gay mentor, but because he came from an older generation, his queerness is kinda toned down by comparison.

The entire Hoenn Elite Four is aroace. All of them. Glacia is trans.

Steven Stone is also ace, but he’s panromantic. He’s currently in a relationship with adventure.

SINNOH

Roark is gay.

Gardenia is gay. And trans.

Maylene is bi.

Crasher Wake? Gay.

Fantina? Gay.

Byron? Bi and married to a cis woman.

Candice? Gay.

Volkner? Very gay. Not dating Flint, weirdly enough. Yet.

Sinnoh is famous for having an extremely gay lineup, in other words. It’s a meme among the pokémon training queer community that one day, everyone will just move to Sinnoh and be ridiculously gay in the snow.

The Elite Four, however, is three-out-of-four gay, with Aaron, Flint, and Lucian being the gay ones here. Bertha is not gay but rather aroace and also trans.

Cynthia isn’t gay, contrary to popular belief, but she is in a wlw relationship. She’s actually pan, and her partner is Diantha.

UNOVA

Cilan is straight. Chili is ace. Cress is gay.

Lenora is bi and extremely happily married.

Burgh is aroace and nonbinary. (Pronouns are they/them or he/him.)

Elesa is ace but doesn’t quite know where she is romantically speaking.

Clay is extremely straight and furthermore one of those old-fashioned people I was talking about earlier.

Skyla is a very proud lesbian.

Brycen is gay and in the closet because he’s afraid Unovan tabloids would have a field day with that.

Drayden is gay, but Iris is pan.

Cheren is gay but too uptight to admit it.

Roxie is bi and also poly, incidentally.

Marlon is bi.

Shauntal is gay. She has a crush on Caitlin.

Marshal is gay.

No one really knows which way Grimsley goes, and he seems to delight in not telling anyone. (He’s bi.)

Caitlin is a very tired trans woman who’s also bi.

KALOS

You would think Kalos would be gayer than Sinnoh, but actually no. A lot of them are actually straight, bi, or simply ace.

Viola, Ramos, and Wulfric are all the “we’re just cis and straight” crowd.

Grant, Korrina, Clemont, and Valerie are all ace.

Valerie is homoromantic, though.

Olympia is bi and also post-op trans.

Malva is straight and once had an unfortunate thing for Lysandre.

Wikstrom is straight.

Siebold is shockingly straight, to the surprise of literally everyone before he’d clarified this point.

Drasna is gay ... which is also to the surprise of literally everyone, who all thought she was straight.

Diantha is openly gay, but her relationship with Cynthia isn’t public knowledge. She leans into the gay identity to be a lesbian icon for younger queer kids, but she’ll still accept roles for straight characters (even ones in romance movies) because she wants to also show off her range as an actress.

ALOLA

Ilima is gay and trans.

Lana is eight and what is this.

Kiawe is bi.

Mallow is also gay and trans.

Sophocles is aroace.

Acerola is surprisingly not ace but rather just simply straight. I have this headcanon because I refuse to make a pun out of her name.

Mina is pan af.

Hala is straight.

Olivia is very, very straight.

Nanu is too tired to care. (At one point, he was bi, though.)

Hapu is a baby gay.

Kahili is an awkward af gay.

Molayne is not only gay, but he’s also the storage system admins’ wise gay uncle, who possesses the only brain cell among the storage system admins’ gay community. He’s also nonbinary (they/them or he/him), but he’s honestly extremely chill about pronouns.

GALAR

Galar is basically the Sinnoh for bi people, ngl.

Milo is bi.

Nessa is bi.

Kabu is bi.

Bea is bi.

Allister is eight years old and what is this. (Probably ace, though.)

Opal is actually pretty straight. She was once in a relationship with Mustard.

By contrast, Bede is very gay. And also trans.

Gordie? Bi.

Melony? Bi.

Piers? Very bi.

Marnie is bi but kinda denies it.

Raihan is extremely gay and for some reason thinks the other Galarian gym leaders are gay too.

Klara is bi.

Avery is bi.

Leon is bi.

Mustard is straight and once had a relationship with Opal but is currently happily married to someone else.

Peony is basically like Clair and Wallace for straight people. Like ... he’s the straightest person you will ever meet. Take all the stereotypes about straight people, remove the toxic masculinity, and distill the results down, and you will have Peony. Peony is so straight you can use him to hang pictures perfectly. He’s so straight that if you’re ever insecure about whether or not you’re gay enough, you need just to stand next to Peony for five minutes. Peony is basically why almost everyone else is a little bit bi—because Arceus or Mew or whoever put all the straightness in the world into Peony and went, “Wow, I think I went a little too far.” Peony is that straight.

ORANGE ISLANDS

Most people probably don’t care about this region because it’s an anime only, but I care.

They’re all gay. Luana’s daughter exists because of a sperm donor, but Luana herself isn’t married and is very much a lesbian.

Furthermore, Rudy is trans because Electric Tales of Pikachu once made a trans joke about him, and you know what? I’m going to fix that so it’s something that actually respects trans people.

The Orange Islands are basically the other location gay trainers say they’ll turn into a queer commune, only it’s for gay people who judge the snow-loving gays hardcore. (To be fair ... they have a valid point. Listen. Listen, my fellow queer people. Why would you want snow when you could have sunny beaches and no frostbite?)

BATTLE FRONTIER

Anyway, Noland is aroace.

Greta is ace but biromantic.

Tucker is nonbinary (they/them or he/him) and also aroace.

Lucy is straight, shockingly enough.

Spenser is aroace.

Brandon is aroace.

Anabel is bi.

Palmer is straight.

Thorton is aroace.

Dahlia is homoromantic but ace.

Darach is 100% straight.

Argenta is aroace.

The Battle Frontier is, in other words, the closest thing to a Sinnoh or Galar for ace people. }

#worldbuilding month #resources #pokemon headcanon #pokemon lore #long post

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the-lady-writes-what · 3 years

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Wintertide Cabin with Enji Todoroki

Contents: mild angst, manga spoilers, smut, DILF

You come across the fallen hero formerly known as Endeavor. He’s just Enji Todoroki now, living off the land and far away from people. You take pity on the man who fell from grace but has accepted this as his punishment. There’s still something decent left inside of him that makes him rescue you from the snow one blistering cold night.

Whispers on the street as you passed was almost as numerous as the snowflakes gently falling on the ground. In each arm, you loaded yourself up with groceries. It wasn’t you who garnered the hateful looks and angry whispers. Sauntering down the street, you saw his back walking away from the store. You saw straight ahead and above the scattered crowd of shoppers a man standing tall and looking ahead of him. You saw his red hair with graying sides making his way out of the street. Shoppers parted around him like the Red Sea. He was a pariah.

“Can you believe he still has the nerve to show his face in public? After all he did to his family?” You overheard one woman speak.

You looked and found a couple of old women glaring at the back of the man walking away. Their sharp eyes narrowed on the back of his head like bullets aimed at his head.

“He called himself a hero.” The other old lady spat on the ground.

You adjusted the bags in your arms and started heading for your car. Bags were loaded in the backseat. By the time you looked, the fallen hero’s head was a mere red speck against the white and green background of his surroundings. Ice covered the sidewalks, but you looked at the ground where he tread to find his footprints leaving patches of melted ice.

How many years was it since that day when all hell broke loose? When the missing son of Endeavor aired out the family’s dirty laundry? You remembered the look of shame and how years added to his features when he openly admitted to his misdeeds and stepped down. He disappeared for a time. You were relieved when he was out of the lime-light. Shoto, his youngest, stepped forward and rekindled respect for the Todoroki name, but that didn’t mean everyone forgave his father. You weren’t sure that End--Enji Todoroki deserved any redemption or forgiveness, though it wasn’t your call to make. You were not personally touched by his greed and desperation to outshine All Might, you were only a witness to Endeavor’s plummet from grace. The image of the older man plagued your mind even as you turned the car’s ignition and drove up the street.

A red light. You pulled to a slow stop, taking into account the snow and ice on the road. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted him again. The fallen, disgraced hero. He was still looking ahead of him, likely to ignore the stares and sneers from passers-by. He was loaded with canvas bags in each arm and a backpack strapped to his shoulders. Enji didn’t look poor, but he also didn’t look like someone on top of the world. His boots had seen better days. They were covered in mud and scuff marks. While his coat wasn’t threadbare, Enji wore dark woolen trench coat that showed signs of wear and tear. Even from your car, you saw the misshapen patches where Enji’s large fingers clumsily sewed up.

HONK, HONK

You looked up to find that the light had changed. Driving slowly, you continued your course. He was still there, however, in the corner of your eye. Until he tripped and spilled the contents of his bags over the sidewalk. In your rearview mirror, you saw him twice as old as he should be, picking up things. People walked past either ignoring him or jeering. Once he was out of sight, you stopped thinking about him. At least tried to. For the most part, the image of the fallen hero picking up his groceries after a fall faded but somehow lingered in the back of your mind on the drive home.

“Will you be home for New Year’s?”

“Your father would be happy to see you,” said Mom on the phone.

Your bottom lip tinged dark at your mother’s question. Christmas was tomorrow and you weren’t expected home for then, but your mom wanted you home for New Year’s. Home seemed like it was on the other side of the world.

It was a lie, of course. Your father hadn’t spoken to you in years ever since...the accident. You could still see his enraged face when he turned you out of the house, calling you all sorts of names. Drunkard, he said. Waste of space. Your mother, bless her, could only do so much damage control and peacekeeping. You weren’t going to be setting a foot in that house for a long time.

“We’ll see,” you said.

There were other pleasantries before you hung up the phone. You could tell that your mom had other things to say, but there was too much right now. Too much for you.

You looked out the window of your kitchen. Snow continued to fall and blanket everything in sight. Hills, treetops, and the town overshadowed by the silver mountains. Slivers of sunlight managed to break through the soft gray clouds and cast a warm glow. The oven timer went off. You leaped across the kitchen, donned a pair of oven mitts, and turned it off. With care, you took out an apple pie. It cooled for a while before you wrapped it up and put it inside an insulated bag.

For the next hour, you changed clothes and fixed your hair and make-up. In spite of the snow, you were determined to reach a friend’s house to avoid sitting home alone again. Your fingers brushed a scar on your neck and a stabbing pain pierced through your heart like an icicle. You quickly pulled it away as if scorched by fire.

You wrapped your scarf around your head and face to keep it from flying off. You squinted in the storm as hot tears ran down from your eyes thank to the blistering winds slapping your face. One step at a time, you marched through the hills, the mountains of snow. It didn’t take long before the shivering started. You looked back but your car disappeared amongst the white hills. And ahead of you was a small dim fire, beckoning like a lighthouse.

After centuries of plodding through the snow, which now entered your boots, you climbed up the little hill. The small, dim fire was followed by several windows bathed in warm light. Smoke rose up through the chimney to be suffocated by the howling winds. Your hand shook as you raised your fist and banged on the door. You stood on the doorstep of the stranger’s house for several agonizing moments. You hear anything above the wind and shivering limbs of trees.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

Mother Nature’s white fury blasted against your car. Even with your high beams on, you squinted into the storm-tossed shadows. On either side of you, walls of snow started boxing you in. If you didn’t get out now, you were stuck. You’d be buried alive. You stopped the car. No matter that it was in the middle of the road, you were climbing out before you drowned in the snow. In a fit of rage, you kicked the door open. You left everything behind in your car as you plodded away.

Whoever was behind that door must have been wide as they were tall. It took you a moment to realize just how tall the doorframe was. You hissed when the bright light of the cabin stung your eyes. The stranger opened the door and his shadow passed over you.

You blinked up at him, unsure at first what you were seeing. The scarred face of Enji Todoroki looked down at you.

“I-I’m sorry to disturb you, sir.” You couldn’t tell if you were just intimidated or if it was the cold choking your voice. “But, but, but my car is stuck in the s-snow...”

“Get it quickly before you catch hypothermia.” Enji opened the door wider for you.

You didn’t need an official invitation. Shaking to the bone, you scrambled inside. You were greeted by warmth, light, and the smell of something cooking. Was that roast beef or maybe pork? Whatever it was, it made your mouth water.

“Take off your coat, shoes, and socks. Sit by the fire as close as you can. I’ll get you a blanket.”

You tossed them each aside in your mad scramble for the fireplace, which burned brightly and hot. You sat by the fire bare-footed and shivering. Slowly, you began to feel your fingers and toes again. Enji stepped as softly as he could behind you. He wrapped a couple of woolen blankets around you. Warmth returned to you shortly thereafter.

“I don’t mean to offend, but you might want to consider taking off your shirt too. The longer you stay in wet clothes, the longer you stay in danger. I’ll see if I have something to spare for now.”

A blush rose to your cheeks. You heard him walk away and disappear into a deeper part of the cabin. While still tucked under the blankets, you managed to wriggle out of your shirt. It plopped like a wet rag on the floor by the hearth. You didn’t realize how cold your skin was until you got out of your damp top. Your flesh was chilled to the bone. Enji returned not too long after. You pulled the blanket tight around you to protect your dignity. He kept his eyes on the floor as he held out a shirt to you.

“Thank you,” you said.

“It’ll be long on you, but all the better. You’re very lucky to have found this place. There’s the bathroom,” he pointed behind him where the light flickered. “You can change in there for privacy.”

Clutching the shirt and blankets around you, you shuffled inside. Enji’s shirt swallowed you. You returned to your spot by the fire.

“Thank you,” you said again.

“Make yourself comfortable. It’ll be a cold night. You probably won’t be able to dig your car out for another day. I’ll see what I can do tomorrow morning.”

“I’m sorry for intruding,” you said.

“You shouldn’t apologize. Any decent person would, should do the same. You’re free to stay as long as you need,” he said gruffly.

The fire crackled in the silence that swallowed all conversation. Enji sat in a large leather armchair while you kept by the fire.

“Are you warm enough?” Enji asked.

You nodded.

“I’m sorry that you’re stuck here with me. I don’t suspect I'm the best company, all things considered. I’m sure you’d rather not spend the night with someone like me.”

Your heart sank a little. Not much, but a little. There was so much self-hatred and self-pitying in his voice that you didn’t doubt his words. You heard more than a hint of honesty in them. It was almost proof enough of his guilt.

“I’m not going to lie; I was shocked when I heard what you did. I hated you for a while. Reminded me of my own father,” you confessed.

“I’m sorry.” By his tone, it sounded like Enji was used to saying that.

“But I could say I’m a bit like you too. You wouldn’t guess it, but I used to be a party girl. I was selfish and didn’t care who I hurt as long as I got what I wanted. My father’s last straw was when I was reckless enough to get behind the wheel and I was drunk.” You drew in a deep breath. “At least, you did not kill someone. There are things I still hate about you, but those are some of the things I hate about myself too.”

“I’m--”

“Don’t apologize. I think you do it enough for the both of us.” You rose to your feet. There was a couch beside Enji’s chair. You took a seat closest to him. You curled up there with your knees close to your chest.

“What were you doing out there? Didn’t you know about the weather advisory?” Asked Enji.

“I was distracted by a phone call from my mother. She wants me home for New Years. I don’t think I’m very wanted at home except by her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that,” you answered.

“I’d like to ask if you wanted a drink but I'm no longer sure you’d like one.”

“No, thank you. I’ve been sober for three years strong,” you said.

“Congratulations,” said Enji without a hint of sarcasm.

Enji’s words were something your father never offered you even after you admitted yourself into rehab. You smiled a small smile and glanced over at him from the corner of your eye. You didn’t know if it was your company or the firelight, but Enji did not look nearly as old as he did earlier in the day.

“Do you spend all your time up here by yourself?” You asked.

“It is better this way,” he answered.

Neither of you spoke for the longest time. Enji stared into the hearth, occasionally stoking the flame with a poker. You were surprised that he hardly used his quirk to keep it going. He didn’t suspect you looking at him, taking in his features. He was older than you with graying hairs at his temples and in his beard. But he was still in shape for a man his age. Built like a rugged mountain man, you supposed he would need the extra muscle to climb up the hill every time he went into town for supplies. You looked around the cabin. There were few personal touches and the cabin felt somehow cold while the hearth was still blazing. Enji was punishing himself through isolation. You pitied him all the more and almost praised him for taking punishment upon himself for the things he done. However, you also figured that he didn’t need you to rub it in his face. This was a complicated mess to say the least.

“Do you ever get lonely?” You asked.

Enji did not answer this time. You took that as a ‘yes.’

Tentatively, you reached out your hand. When he didn’t bat you away, you placed your hand in his and marveled at the massive difference. You squeezed his fingers when you could not squeeze his hands because of the sheer size. You bodily leaned over. Enji’s armchair sat so close you could climb into his lap with little maneuvering. You leaned up and closed the small gap between you and kissed his cheek. You were prepared for him to yank his hand away and snap. You expected him to yell and threaten to hit you, but Enji did no such thing. Instead, his aquamarine eyes widened and bulged in his sockets. He was as shocked as you were by your daring move. That wasn’t even the last daring idea you had in mind. When Enji turned his head, you stole the opportunity in front of you and captured his lips. Your other hand reached to cup his face.

You slithered off of the couch and without parting your lips from his, you moved to the armchair. Enji put up no resistance as you climbed into his lap. You felt his large hands reach for you. For a split second, you thought you were about to be shoved away and face the ceiling. His hands reached and touched you carefully like you were fragile like a china doll. His hands were almost big enough to span your whole waist. You straddled his waist with care as you deepened the kiss.

Both of you sighed into the kiss. Enji’s fingers felt rough against your skin even through the fabric of his shirt clothing you. Calloused touches ran up your legs to the hem of the shirt, which kissed below your knee. Enji pressed your knees against his hips then rose out of the armchair. His arms caught you before you slid. The kisses became more passionate and fierier. Enji didn’t take you off to his bedroom but laid you out by the fire on the warm rug. Your heart sank and wondered how badly you insulted him. This would have made more sense if he had stopped kissing you back. Lips sealed against each other, giving neither of you much room for air. Hands worked each other’s clothing, popping buttons and running over bared skin.

You didn’t stay on your back for long. You pushed him back. He was strong enough to throw you across the room if he wanted to, but Enji laid on his back for your pleasure. You straddled his waist, pulling down his pants. You slid out of your leggings and stepped out of your clothes. The buttons down your front were open to your belly button. Your thighs ached as you stretched them to straddle Enji’s waist.

“Slow down,” Enji urged.

That didn’t stop you from reaching behind and exposing his cock. You ran your hand up and down his girth, earning you a low growl. Enji arched his back slightly and gripped your hips to hold you down against him. You continued to pump his cock until you could feel a bead of pre-cum leak out of the tip. You lifted yourself up a little and moved down his torso until you hovered over his cock. He was thick and veiny, and you wondered how well he was going to fit in your cunt. One way to find out. You lowered and impaled yourself on his cock until he was fully seated within you. Your head fell back to bare your throat to Enji. You closed your eyes to enjoy the moment further. You raised your hips and dropped back down. You and Enji moaned at the same time as you rode him. Enji held your hips, lightly bruising.

“S-Sorry,” he grunted between his teeth.

“Stop…fuck…apologizing. You don’t have to be sorry to me.” You rode him faster.

You fell into a rhythm fucking yourself on Enji’s cock. Sweat beaded down the side of your face and down your back. The fire crackled, though you weren’t paying any attention to it anymore. Skin met skin in a quickening rhythm as you took your pleasure from him. His cock stretched you open like it was your first time. The veins of Enji’s cock rubbed your walls that almost tipped you over the edge, but you had to hang on a little longer. It just felt too good to come now.

“I…I don’t even know your name,” said Enji. “You…know mine.”

“Y/N, you can call me Y/N. Fuck!”

Enji thrust upwards to meet you riding on his cock.

“Good to know,” he said.

His eyes followed your breasts bouncing as you impaled yourself on him over and over. Enji leaned up, bracing his weight with one arm, to kiss and lick the sweat from your collar bone. He kissed the side of your breasts and suckled on your pert nipples. Your spine tingled as he sucked. You rode him harder and he held you tight like a lover would. When you could no longer control yourself, the coil which had been winding up sprung loose. You screamed and it echoed off the cabin walls. The flood unleashed made you gush all over him. Enji pulled out to the tip and slammed home again before coming too. His milky cum leaked out as you stayed on top of him.

“If you…say sorry,” you said between breaths, “I think I might strangle you.”

You lay exhausted on his chest. You must have fallen asleep because when you woke up, you were dressed in a different shirt and wrapped up in bedsheets. You found Enji in his kitchen making breakfast. It was two days before he helped you venture out and dig your car out of the snow. Your parting was awkward, and you drove home without ever contacting your friend about your absence.

Enji looked out his window in the afternoon light. January still meant hills of snow barring anyone but daring travels up through the woods. His cabin was cold, isolated. He was alone with his thoughts at the strange woman who got caught in a snowstorm and the two days they spent together getting to know one another in all kinds of ways. He didn’t expect anything less than a bad parting and never seeing each other except in passing.

A car pulled up to his cabin. Enji thought he recognized it but couldn’t be certain. A woman popped out of the driver’s seat. She put her keys in a purse instead of holding onto them herself. Did she mean to stay for long? He was about to find out.

He’d left the cabin door unlocked. Who was going to bother him all the way out here? The woman made herself welcome as if she’d been there before. She took off her hat and scarf, letting Enji remember who she was. Her cheeks looked warm. He watched her dig into her purse and produce a plastic strip for him to see. Enji wasn’t getting any younger. Wordlessly, he pulled out a pair of reading glasses from his shirt pocket. He choked when he saw the little pink plus sign.

“Do you want to start over, Enji?”

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