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mirasolis · 3 years

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My Star, Your Light

Punz x Reader

Tangled AU

Part One

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This is just you and Punz thrown into the world of Tangled, as requested by @thequeenofuwu . We are both Punz simps, I know it.

This is going to be in several parts, and I will link each part when I finish them under here.

Part 1 Part 2

Enjoy!

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This, is the story of how I was killed. But don’t worry, it’s a happy story, and truth be told, it’s not even mine. This is the story of a girl I met, named (Y/N). It all starts with the stars.

Years ago, a piece of the stars fell from the skies, and from it sprouted a magical, silver flower. Now this flower had the ability to give you your greatest heart’s desire, if you knew what to to say; or rather, if you knew what to sing. People had searched for the flower for centuries with goals of becoming rich or powerful.

But then one day, a man named Dream had stumbled upon it and decided to keep it hidden from the world so he could one day use it. He made it keep him alive, while he grew with power and became immortal, but he had no purpose for it yet.

Even more centuries passed, and a kingdom grew. It was bright and prosperous and happy. All except for the beloved King Phil and Queen Samantha, who had longed for a child of their own to have. Now, around this time, people get pretty desperate, and royal scholars had found research about the star flower, and decided that the whole kingdom was to search for this magic flower. The kingdom loved their rulers and respected them that they searched for days on end.

Now, back with the immortal Dream. He still had no proper way to use the power of the star flower, and continuously hid it. But by chance, he left it exposed to the naked eye when he heard that people were searching for it. When the people found the flower, they rejoiced, for their king and queen would smile once more. The monarchs conceived their first child, a beautiful baby girl. I’ll give you one guess. Yep, that’s (Y/N). To celebrate her birth, the kingdom released silver lanterns in the sky to represent the stars from which the flower had come from, all while shooting stars passed by. Later that year, the king and queen gave (Y/N) her younger brothers, Wilbur and Techno.

For a while, the kingdom was happy. But all that ended when (Y/N) was almost two years old.

Dream had plotted with his crew, men who went by the names George, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, and Callahan. They stormed the castle, sneaked in, and stole away the princess. The kingdom’s soldiers and people searched across the lands, but she was nowhere to be found. Deep within the woods, a magical barrier disguised the home of Dream and his crew from sight. Within that, there was a tower from which you could only enter through the window and a rope. There, the princess was hidden away, with her rapidly growing (H/C) hair coloured with silver streaks. There, (Y/N) was raised, never seeing the outside world again.

Dream, posing as her brother, was one day tending to (Y/N)’s hair when she asked a question. He hummed in response. “Why can’t I go outside?”

“Well (Y/N), the world outside is a dangerous place. I don’t want you to get hurt or used for horrible means. Keeping you here means you can be safe,” Dream responded.

(Y/N) nodded silently, humming a gentle tune.

But the king and queen never stopped hoping that their child would come back. And the barriers cutting (Y/N) from the rest of the world could not hide it all. Every year, they continued the tradition of releasing the star lanterns every year. They hoped that this could serve as a signal so that one day, their princess would return.

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17 years later…

A young girl snuck around, looking for her companion, a small multicoloured sheep named Puffy. Dream had given her the sheep not too long ago and they already bonded nicely. They were currently playing some hide and seek.

“Oh Puffy!! Where are you?” (Y/N) called out in a singsong tune. The sheep was currently hiding along the flower bed that was on the window sill of the tower entrance. (Y/N) looked around with wide eyes. “Well, I guess she’s back inside…

“…NOT!”

(Y/N) manoeuvered her hair to wrap around Puffy and pulled her from her hiding place, dangling her in the air. She laughed as she grabbed Puffy and held her in her arms, snuggling into her wool.

“Oh Puffy, I know you want to go outside, but I can’t bring you there. We just have to wait ‘til Dream gets back so you can get some grass. Besides, we’ve got plenty to do in here!”

(Y/N) danced around, her growing as long as the tower was tall, and tall it was. She bounced from activity to activity, bringing Puffy along for the ride. She finally slowed down when she gathered her paints and illustrated a beautiful depiction of her gazing at the stars.

“I wonder what they’re like…maybe Dream will let me see them this year…”

Meanwhile…

Three men were jumping along the tops of the castle, looking for the right building to infiltrate. One wore a mask coloured with red, yellow, and black, and was called Ponk. The next one wore a significant amount of purple clothing, such as his purple coat and shoes, and was appropriately called Purpled. The last man wore a white plain shirt with leather cuffs covering his forearms and keeping the sleeves in place, and over that he wore a very light grey vest on top. He had blonde hair and he went by the name Punz.

The three of them were a team of mercenaries and they were on their latest job, stealing the tiara of the first princess. While Purpled and Ponk were making sure they had found the Crown Room, Punz was holding onto a castle tower and looking at the view.

“Guys you gotta look at this view!” He exclaimed.

“Dude, we don’t care about the view, just get over here and grab the crown!” Purpled urged.

Ponk scoffed. “Dude, you can find another view like this when we get the money!”

Punz brushed them off and dropped down with the two men lowering him down an escape rope. He stepped down quietly, gazing at the beautiful crown adorned with jewels in front of him. Just as he had his hands on it, a guard sneezed. As common courtesy goes, Punz just naturally said bless you, grabbed the rope, then signalled Ponk and Purpled to pull him up. About halfway to the ceiling the guards turned around and looked up to face Punz who was waving the crown around triumphantly, smirking.

In a hurry, the guards organized themselves and searched for the mercenaries while they were long gone, running into the forest, away from the main city.

With (Y/N)…

(Y/N) could hear the calls of her brother asking her to let down her hair, as the tale goes. She bounded for the window, excitedly letting her hair down while looking at Puffy.

“Puffy! This is it! I’m going to ask Dream today!” She declared as she pulled Dream up to the tower room. As he entered, he pulled off his cloak and took off his mask, revealing some wounds on him. Dream set down his items, leaving a nice patch of grass for Puffy by the window.

Dream sat down in a chair, while (Y/N) rushed around to make everything comfortable for him. She hummed a song, healed Dream quick and got straight to the point.

“So, Dream, I was wondering…I turn 18 tomorrow, I become an adult and I was wondering…if I could see the special stars!!”

Dream looked in her direction in alarm. He was thinking to himself. His plan would soon come into fruition, but if she left now, it would all go south.

“Oh, (Y/N), I think you mean the regular stars,” Dream tried to sway her mind.

“But Dream, these stars are special! The patterns of these stars are not constant. These move in every which way every year, and they only appear on my birthday Dream! I want, no, need to see them up close, and understand what they are!”

“Oh please! (Y/N), you’re too fragile for the outside world! I keep you here because its to keep you safe! It’s a scary world out there! I do this to protect you, you’d be taken advantage of! And imagine what would happen if they found out what your hair could do! (Y/N), please promise me to never ask about leaving this tower again? You must understand!”

(Y/N) contemplated her choices in her mind before she agreed. “Okay…”

Dream picked up his cloak and headed for the window to leave. “I’ll be in the village talking with George and Sapnap. I’ll see you in a bit.”

As (Y/N) let her brother down to do business, she looked at the world below longingly.

In another part of the forest…

Punz, Purpled, and Ponk were running through the forest still, hopping over logs and lakes. Punz stopped to catch a breath when he looked at a wanted poster of him and began to panic.

“No no no no no. I can’t believe this! They drew my face wrong!” He showed the poster to his partners, and they saw that Punz’ nose was severely misshapen and his hair was too long.

“Dude, who cares?!” Purpled questioned.

Ponk urged the two of them along until they came upon a short cliff they had to climb. Punz turned around to face them and told them, “Okay, you guys launch me up there, and I can pull you up.”

Purpled and Ponk shook their heads. “Give the crown first,” Ponk demanded while gesturing to the bag that held the crown.

“Ouch, that kinda hurts. You guys don’t trust me? After all our escapades as fellow mercs?” Punz asked.

“The satchel. Now,” Purpled ordered.

Punz sighed, resigning the bag to them. He climbed the rock with their help, reaching the top.

“Now pull us up Punz,” Purpled requested.

Punz laughed. “Sorry, can’t carry any more!” He flashed the satchel before slinging it around his body and running off while hearing his partners’ screams.

Punz kept running, and the castle guard was on his tail. Even worse, they were accompanied by one of the Crown Princes, Technoblade. Punz grimaced and recalled Techno’s history as a renowned fighter, leading the kingdom’s army and winning every battle. He urged his legs to work harder, to run faster.

Punz hopped through a fallen tree’s branches, cutting off most of the palace guard. Technoblade made it through and continued giving chase to the white-clad mercenary.

“We have him now, Carl!” Techno declared to his faithful horse.

Punz kept running, grabbing a forlorn vine and swinging around a tree to knock Technoblade off his horse and taking his place. Punz grabbed the reigns and tries to ride Carl away from the guard, but the horse tries bucking him off. They go back and forth, between trying to ride forward and grabbing the crown, not noticing that they were heading for a cliff.

The satchel flew away from the fighting pair’s grasp and landed on a single branch on a tree dangling sideways on the cliff’s edge. They wasted no time in reaching for the bag, not knowing the tree was breaking until it was too late. They fell off the edge, the crown ending up in Punz’ hands.

After that nasty fall, Punz woke up and sighs in relief when he sees the crown is still in his possession. He hears the distant neighs of a familiar horse, and looks for a place to hide. He tries feeling for a hole big enough for him to fit it, when his hand passes through a tree, a green glow around the part where his hand entered. Taking a risk, he threw himself into the trees and ended up in a dark cave just as Carl passed by.

Punz let out a tense breath and walked along the cave’s path until he came into a clearing. A tall, majestic tower loomed over him, casting a shadow over the land. Behind it, he could see a few houses. But the tower piqued his interest more. Maybe there were more valuables inside. He smiled and got to work climbing the tower using the sturdy vines that lined its walls.

After a tedious while of climbing (thankfully, no one had spotted him), he burst through the window doors and entered the tower’s main room. He sighed, opened the satchel, and took a breath, looking at the crown. “Alone at last.”

Then he was knocked out. Simple as that.

(Y/N) held the cast iron frying pan in her hands, retracting it from its position from when it knocked out the intruding Punz. She shrieks and dashes away from Punz’ unconscious body, slowly creeping up on it to make sure it was safe. She checked to make sure he wasn’t dangerous, flipping away a piece of hair that covered his eyes. (Y/N) leaned in closer when he suddenly opened an eye. In a panic, (Y/N) smacked him in the head again, not considering the possibility of a concussion.

(Y/N) looked for a place to hide the man while saying to herself and to Puffy, “I knocked him out! All on my own! Holy! If this isn’t enough to convince Dream that I can be let out of here for one day, then I don’t know what will!!”

She ended up stuffing him in an empty closet, being successful after a few tries. She looked at the satchel the mysterious man dropped, paying attention to the small shine emanating from it. Curious, she opened the pouch, revealing a piece of metal embedded with several precious jewels. She looked at Puffy, trying it on like a bracelet. Puffy’s wool shook with her head in denial. She peeked through one of the jewels, but that didn’t seem to be the purpose. Finally, (Y/N) tried putting the piece on her head. It looked like it fit perfectly. Then Puffy shook her head again. Then a noise sounded from below.

The girl heard her brother’s calls and she grew excited. As per usual, she let down her hair, and pulled Dream up. (Y/N) was very eager to tell Dream about her surprise.

“Dream! Oh you won’t believe what I have to show you!! It’s a big surprise!” (Y/N) bragged.

“Oh? Well I bet mine is bigger than yours!” Dream chimed.

“Doubt it!”

“Well, I am going to be making you your favourite dinner tonight!”

“Well, Dream? There’s something I want to tell you…” (Y/N) began to segway the conversation into her being able to leave the tower.

“(Y/N), I hate leaving you after fights. Especially when I’ve been in the right the entire time,” Dream vocalized.

“Okay, so I was thinking about what you said earlier today…” (Y/N) began to speak, but was interrupted by Dream.

“I hope you’re still not set on seeing those stars.”

“I’ve told you! They aren’t stars!” (Y/N) insisted. “I’m leading up to that!”

“I thought we were gonna drop the issue (Y/N),” Dream said sternly.

“No, Dream! I’m just saying you think that I’m not strong enough to take care of myself.”

“I know you’re not strong enough, take it from me.”

“Would you just-“

“We are done.”

“Why can’t you just-“

“I SAID WE ARE DONE.”

(Y/N) shrunk away from her brother, never hearing Dream’s voice so loudly before.

“I…all I wanted to tell you is that, I know what I want for my birthday now…”

Dream, fed up with me, asked coldly, “What.”

“Umm, the paints that dissolve with water? And perhaps a canvas? No bigger than my torso.”

“You know that it’ll be a long trip? And I’ll need to take someone with me?”

“I just thought it would be better than, than the ‘stars’.”

“Will you be fine (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine right here.”

“…Okay. I’ll be back soon.” As Dream prepared to leave for the trip, he looked back at (Y/N) one more time. “Love you, sis.”

“Of course, brother.”

As Dream descended from the tower, he thought to himself. He needed to carry out his plan fast. He rushed to his house to discuss with George, his right hand man. They set off, not for paints, but for items needed to extract (Y/N)’s power from her.

(Y/N) wallowed in her pity in the tower, then remembered the whole ass human in her closet. Puffy hid behind (Y/N)’s legs while she opened the closet doors.

The man just slumped out. Like a limp noodle. It made her jump, but ultimately decided to tie him up in a chair with her hair while hiding in the shadows.

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x0401x · 6 years

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Mekakucity Talkers: Chapter 30

This time, we have a girls’ group talk with no boys allowed! Just what kinds of conversations are they having without the boys’ knowledge...!?

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Mekakushi-dan Girls’ Group

Ene: My~, it’s autumn already, huh~. That oh-so-hot summer is over~.

Kido: Yeah. It’s gotten pretty refreshing.

Momo: It’s already at the point of being cold! It gets chilly during the evening and times like that, doesn’t it?

Kido: Kisaragi, that’s because you have too many clothes that leave out your arms and legs. It’s not good to let your body get cool. I recommend a wool waistband.

Momo: Ah! I know! Waistbands are fashionable and cute lately, huh~! Like those with fish paste cake patterns!

Ene: You’ve found something rare again, huh, Imouto-san?

Momo: Wouldn’t the feeling of entering a fish paste cake tube be wonderful?

Kido: If you’re talking about foods with holes in them, at least limit it to doughnuts.

Momo: ‘Ka~y... Ah, what about green onions?

Ene: That’s an aggressive fashion sense, huh~. Still, getting excited over a talk about waistbands is something we can only do in a girls-exclusive chatroom!

Kido: That’s right. At first, I thought there’d be no need to make one, but there are things we can only discuss with fellow girls, after all.

Ene: Well, when I some~times take a look at the log, a lot of pointless discussions come up, though~.

Momo: Ever since we started using the chat, autumn arrived before we realized. I can’t hear the cries of the cicadas at all anymore... Huh?

Kido: Hm?

Ene: What’s wrong?

Momo: I wonder if it’s just my imagination. I noticed just now... that I can actually hear the cicadas’ cries, y’know...?

Kido: By “cicadas”, you mean the insect?

Ene: It can’t be~! We’re already in October, y’know?

Momo: But I definitely heard a “mi~n, mi~n”! Ah, it stopped. What might it have been?

Ene: Myy~, how scary~. Could it be that this is a curse from the cicadas that haven’t yet gone to heaven...

Kido: Hey, don’t say weird stuff.

Ene: Eh~, then... Surprisingly, it might be just Master saying “min, min”?

Kido: No, that’s actually scary.

Ene: That room has quite a bit of sound leakage, you see~.

Momo: That’s right~. I can sometimes hear Ene-chan’s voice from Onii-chan’s room.

Ene: Eh, seriously?

Momo: Does the hideout have that problem?

Kido: I’ve never been bothered by it. I sometimes listen to music in my room, but I listen with headphones, so the sound doesn’t leak out.

Momo: Indeed, the walls of the hideout seem thick, huh~.

Kido: There are no issues with sound, but... there are with smell.

Momo: “Smell”?

Kido: You see, it seems that Seto sometimes hides lost animals in his room.

Ene: Heeh~! Isn’t he nice~?!

Kido: Well, if it were cats and dogs, that’d be fine, but...

Momo: Don’t tell me...

Kido: Every now and then, there I feel the presence of deers and boars...

Ene: Aren’t they wild beasts?!

Kido: They’re from the wild, after all... It stinks of animals quite a bit...

Ene: I think the smell isn’t the problem anymore, though!?

Momo: That’s kinda like a zoo, huh~.

Kido: I want him to do something about this at least.

Ene: As expected, isn’t it better to be wary of wildlife? It’s dangerous.

Momo: Even if it’s Seto-san and even if he used to animals, it’d be terrible if he became unable to return from the wild, right~?

Kido: True... Wait a bit.

Momo: What is it?

Kido: Well, Seto called me just now.

Ene: Oh! Speak of the devil!

Kido: By the looks of it, he has something to discuss.

Momo: Then, while you’re at it, how about you tell him about the animals?

Ene: Ah~, that’s right~! Take full advantage of the opportunity!

Kido: Right... ‘Kay, I’m off.

Momo: Have a safe tri~p.

Ene: Still, what might he be wanting to discuss with Danchou-san?

Momo: Maybe advice for today’s menu?

Ayano: Oissu. Huh? Did I just miss Tsubomi?

Momo: Ah! Ayano-san, welcome~.

Ene: Oissu for yo~u.

Momo: Do you have some business with Danchou-san?

Ayano: Yup. Not just Tsubomi. I thought I’d tell everyone about it for a bit. Shintarou has a pet rabbit, right?

Momo: Tono-chan, you mean?

Ayano: Yes, yes. To tell the truth, it seems she’s gone missing...

Ene: EEH!? ISN’T THAT A DISASTER?!!

Momo: Onii-chan didn’t say a single thing about that...

Ayano: Surely he didn’t want to make you worry, Momo-chan. Shintarou is kindhearted despite his looks, after all. But by that reaction, it means nobody knows about it, right...?

Kido: Just came back.

Ayano: Ah, Tsubomi, welcome back. There’s something I wanna ask...

Kido: Nee-san, about that...

Momo: Danchou-san, you know something?

Kido: Well, I don’t know where the rabbit went, yet comparing what Nee-san just said... No, but...

Momo: What happened, Danchou-san?!

Ayano: Tsubomi, can’t you talk about it?

Kido: Aah... To tell the truth, I was called over by Seto, who said he had something to discuss with me, but he didn’t say anything in particular and handed me a little something.

Momo: “A little something”?

Kido: When I asked, “What’s this?”, he answered “Rabbit fur” and left.

Momo: R-R-R-Rabbit fur!?

Ene: This story is too timely...

Kido: I was also surprised when I read what Nee-san said.

Ayano: Then could it be...

Momo: It’s Tono-chan’s fur?

Kido: No, there’s no way...

Mary: Next will be you.

Kido: Ma-Mary, you were here? What’s up with you all of a sudden?

Momo: Hold on a minute. Does that mean “the same will be done with you next”...?

Kido: Don’t spout nonsense. It couldn’t be... There’s no way that would be it.

Momo: But, that stuff about Seto-san bringing in animals... could it be...

Ayano: You’re overthinking it! Kousuke isn’t the kind of kid that would do something like that...!

Momo: T-That’s right. I’m misunderstanding it.

Mary: There Seto is.

Momo: Eh!? Mary-chan, Seto-san is nearby!?

Mary: Yup. When I threatened him, he ran away.

Ene: If you threaten the culprit, you’ll only motivate him more!

Ayano: I-I don’t like this “culprit” thing...

Kido: It’s not for certain yet, right? It’s true that Seto doesn’t choose his means when he has an objective, but...

Ene: Feels like this didn’t turn out as a follow-up...

Momo: Mary-chan, how was Seto-san’s attitude?

Kido: Mary?

Ene: Eh? Is she gone?

Kido: What happened?

Mary: Just now, Kano came by. He handed me a letter.

Kido: A letter from Kano?

Ene: There seems to be some meaning to this...

Kido: Anything and everything can be thought of as suspicious right now... But indeed, Kano and Seto had been locking themselves up in their rooms lately and seemed to be doing something night after night...

Ene: There’s a possibility of complicity...

Momo: What’s written there!?

Mary: Erm, it says “next Sunday in the amusement park”.

Momo: “Next Sunday”...?

Ene: “Amusement park”...?

Kido: No good, I don’t get it at all.

Hiyori: It’s obviously a letter of challenge.

Momo: Hiyori-chan!?

Ene: Oh~!? Such a rare guest at such a timing, huh~!?

Kido: How long have you been here?

Hiyori: Since just now.

Momo: But, by “letter of challenge”, you mean...?

Hiyori: By that date, place, and the current situation, there’s no mistaking that you’re being requested for a duel. The boys are underestimating you.

Kido: No, Kano and Seto aren’t that type.

Ene: There, there, there, isn’t this fine? We won’t make any progress, so let’s all go hear out the real situation on the day!

Mary: I’ll fight.

Hiyori: Well said. This means you aren’t just a little princess, huh?

Momo: A duel! I’m kinda excited!

Ayano: Though I’m worried, I’ll go too!

Ene: Since it’s settled, we must prepare for the duel! How about a sleepover until next Sunday?

Momo: Yay~! Sleepover!

Mary: Looking forward to it.

Momo: I gotta hurry and prepare the sleepover goods.

Ene: Anyway, let’s dismiss ourselves. When we’re ready, let’s contact each other again.

Momo: Ye~s.

Kido: No, hey, wait a bit. What will we do in that duel?

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pinkpoundcake · 6 years

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YOUR FAVORITE

All Might/ Reader as Female OC

4K+ Words

I don’t have an Ao3, so this’ll have to go here. I don’t believe FF.net accepts first person, so woommpp. I haven’t written in a long time, so if I missed some things I apologize, ahaha. I’ve read so much good fanfiction, I wanted to contribute. Nothing tooooo explicit, but it’s certainly mature. So, enjoy lol.

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I changed the category of this fic. I’m warning the reader that you’re an OC! Kinda like you’re a preset character in a dating sim? If that makes any sense. Those be my only terms of free service.

Your Job, your job, your job…

How did you feel about your job? Indifferent most late nights. It was just something you did to pay the bills. You wouldn't call it a passion or a thrill. It wasn't something you were going to hold on to forever, even if the pay and the environment were accommodating.

The clientele was... diverse to say the least. There was the average patron; the everyday man. Bored or thirsty blue collared hound dogs crawl out after their wives sleep. Crawling was an appropriate word. You can tell when they skirt by the vigilant bouncer that they don't want anyone knowing who they are. They tip moderately, which is fine. They don't cause a scene, don't draw attention, just want to be entertained or fantasize for a little while.

Then there were the deep pocket business men. While older, or sleazy, they bring the real rain, and the rent you need. They're bold enough to ask for several private dances, VIP tables, shots on shots on shots, expensive bottles of in house liquor. Bold enough to invite their other business associates. Sometimes it's hard to tell them apart from villains. You've seen yakuza in suits just as tacky or expensive. Maybe they all wash money together?

Thick, real silver or gold wrist watches. Thick wads of cash in thick rubber bands. On the rude side, generally. They always wanna touch. Wanna use their quirks to do things against the rules. They lean closer to the stage than you usually like. They say things over the rumble of music you're inclined to flirtatiously banter with. That's fine, too, because while they're close and kind of annoying. A Mr Mr with a Rolex is always holding out a generous tip for you. He wants to stick it in your Swarovski Crystal panties. You guessed it, that's fine, too.

"Baambie, baby, you're my favorite." The smoky stage lights seep into the crinkled corners of an older man's eyes as he greedily laps up the sight of your body bent down to him. A lot of people say that. Dirty cheating dogs, rich guys dry cleaning on the side, temperamental villains, even heros...

Baambie you're my favorite.

You're tall to say the least, a woman who has to duck under doorways. It doesn't stop you from wearing the platform heels you bargained from one of the other performers, though. It makes those already long legs look dramatic. The poles go alllll the way up so you can really climb, so there's no problem with height. And it doesn't stop you from being the 'soft sweetheart' of the club, either. That's your character. Your soft, soft body, with generous top and bottom assets, covered in dark, velvety hide. The spots on your wide hips and shoulders aided in acquiring your stage name. You have a sweet, (though false) baby- like voice with that jingly, sheepy vibrato. You comb out all the conditioned wool that composes the hair on your head before every shift to look like a halo of heavenly clouds. Your horns, that have been getting sort of long as of late, that spiral out from your forehead are covered in golden glitter. A big eyed American dream, so to speak, dancing in Japan.

"Baambie, you're my favorite…" you hear. You languidly drag your heeled feet along the stage floor. Sauntering over to the man whose voice cut through one of the songs for the improvised part of your usual routine. It was always interesting to see a familiar face, even if it was a strange one. All things considered, strange faces were a usual portion of the job.

"Hi, again, sweetheart," you only feel comfortable enough to genuinely flutter your long eyelashes at this fellow. He's another repeat patron; a welcomed face, actually. Whoever he is, he always slips a very generous amount of cash on to the stage for you. You wonder where he aligns…

He couldn't possibly be a hero or villain. He's scrawny, to rudely describe. Pretty plain looking if he weren't so willowy. He visits by himself. Doesn't ask to touch, doesn't touch on the sly. Doesn't take pictures on his phone. Doesn't boast with shiny adornment and popped bottles. Maybe he isn't a wealthy businessman? He's either unmarried, or smart enough to remove his wedding ring. He wears a poorly fitting black or blue suit, or just a shirt and tie most sporadic visits.

He always comes to you, though, or waits for your turn. He orders a non-alcoholic drink, maybe two, sits near the stage you perform on, always accepts to pay for a dance, and watches carefully. You're a little fond of him, so you give him some eye contact to hint that the favoritism is mutual. His presence is a...kind one. Unfitting for the situation, but it's hard to pin down what he made you think of. He had a shy, humble body language from what you could gather. Like every time was his first time in a strip club. He's never given you any problems.

Blondie swallows, the lights moving in just enough time to catch the bob of his prominent adams apple and the sweat from the heat of the lights beading on his forehead.

Your hands slide up your thighs, to your hips, to your breasts, tracing sensual, snaking patterns in your fur. Your clawed fingers catch the edge of your fluttery, glittery, white costume to show him your panties. They were white as well, and made out of the same thin material. From his angle, he would have been tantalized by the plump outlines at your crotch. If this fellow had an imagination, you fed it. Every man in radious was watching now, hoping you'd take something off. But while they were watching you, no one knew you were watching him.

The lights shifted again, the room smoking from hidden stage foggers as the section grew dimmer for the highlight of your performance. Your claws hooked around the spire to heaven. You swept your leg around, spinning up and swinging around like the most beautifully carved pony on a carousel. Every man close enough, let you know they wanted to hop on and ride. A villain you recognized lost partial control of his beastly quirk and pounded the stage with slimy, webbed fits, howling like some sort of American cartoon character. You would have rolled your eyes if they weren't focused on your favorite.

Smiling, revealing dimples kissed with glitter and the most endearing, white, herbivorous front teeth, you bent your knees like a pin up girl, and leered at the mystery fellow over your dappled shoulder. You spun, partially from the easily rotated poll, and the will of your own strength.

You hoped he was flustered as you ascended higher, unclamping your legs, you unbent them, and pushed them out in the air in a split. Your hooven toes were pointed east and west in a show of acrobatics. The muscles of your thighs beautifully tensed. Cash fluttered down to the stage like the feathery, ruffled trail of your costume's train. Your favorite, was even more generous so. You could see blue eyes trembling with excitement and tell tale yearning as he slapped more money at your feet. His heavily hooded eyes were so sincerely filled with desire for you, that it made you wonder. You let him know his reaction pleased you. Your thick thighs were hugging the pole again, sliding and ruffling fur as you sank back down to finesse on solid platform. Slyly, you were finally taking something off.

The music slowed to a soft croon. As the thin strips of your panties were stretched and pressed down by your graceful fingers, you painstakingly drew them down your thighs. It was hushed, lusting men holding their breath. What more did you have to show them? Something plump, sweet, tasty?

As the big crescendo of the song finally dropped. You snatched your panties off by the hook, and threw them in the instantly ignited crowd. Whether your favorite caught what you were trying to give him, you weren't sure, but that was the end of your turn.

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He told himself a long time ago that he had to stop going to see you. But in some areas he had to admit he was terribly weak of will. Toshinori could only be described as shuffling, or awkwardly waddling out of the doors of the night club. Every other step was to adjust the dead weight that formed somewhere in his pants, and to ease the bruise he'd probably gotten from being elbowed for those panties after the frenzy. Sighing, he lifted and opened up the cover of his umbrella, though it was only misting.

Face now hidden, he began his long journey out of the district. He cursed himself as he clutched your panties buried deep in his pocket. He didn't have any plans for them, honest, but he was ashamed that he had mentally settled on keeping them. Or, er, maybe returning them next time he saw you, even though he was telling himself he was not going to watch you perform again.

He had the same battle every time he was met with what to do with his precious evening leisure, which was rare. Toshinori argued with himself. This was a totally normal lone bachelor activity, right? ( Maybe for a young one…) He wasn't cheating on anyone. Wasn't currently neglecting a current matter. A slow, peaceful night was so rare, and it's not like he was watching without paying. The rebuttal was that he was All Might of all people. He shouldn't be slinking around these sorts of establishments where the crooks hang, wasting a minuscule portion of his hero paycheck pining after some dreamy dancer.

You were so beautiful, though… It was your job to be beautiful, of course, of course. But, if Toshinori wanted anything else, it would be to see you every night for the rest of his life. Okay...He was aware he was being dramatic, that maybe that wasn't true. It was the twin trapped in his underwear talking. That's it. Just like it was telling him to stick your underwear in a plastic bag in his drawer at home, and to withdraw some cash for next time, even though there certainly wasn't going to be a next time.

Street lights passed in blurry, wet puddles, and disappeared in rivets beneathing the looming shadows of buildings. The mist turned to a light rain as Toshinori finally made it to the proper door of his private apartment. He put the nights prize away, the drawer like he discussed. He had a swift shower, a swifter meal, and then reset the alarm on his phone for daily hero vigilance and prattling about Might Tower tomorrow.

He sank into bed, still ignoring the lingering ache between his legs. For any other reason, he would have taken care of it, but he surmised that actually stroking himself off this time might shift his feelings and thoughts of you in an… weird, unsure direction. He didn't know what allowing things to become physical, even though minute, would do.

He checked the time. He had to be up in four hours. His weary blue eyes fell to the sky out of a nearby window. Even the moon had taken off her make-up and gone to bed before him; slumbering behind storm clouds. Another sigh. Instead of counting sheep, he was counting every time you smiled at him.

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You didn't see your favorite again the next night. That was a little disappointing. You almost thought about waltzing over while you were off of the stage and flirting with him. Eh...on the job, but no one would know the difference between trying to pick up, or butter up a patron. You didn't have a type, fat guys, skinny guys, whatever. It was nice to see a bean pole taller than you. Men seldom were if they weren't influenced in size by a quirk. But again, he wasn't in tonight. Maybe you'd see the fella in the next month or so, whatever he was doing.

"Bye Baambie! Get home safe!" You and all the other dancers used your stage names instinctively, even in saying goodbye. You issued out a loud 'I will!' and a wave as you gathered your bags. Your shift was over, so it was time to go home and get off your feet. The glitter in your fur was starting to become itchy and you were eager for a liberating bath.

One of the meat-heads-for-hire your boss had stationed about the club escorted you out after finishing the last bouts of 'employee protocol'. You thanked him like you usually do, and then minded your business toward the train station. Rain boots were a different look from stripper heels. So were sweatshirts and jeans, and a makeup-less face. You kept your pace swift, not wanting to miss your only ride home for a while. Not wanting anyone in the club vicinity to recognize you, either. You checked the time on your phone. You had to peel back the chunky, animal character shaped case to properly open it. You needed to be in bed in two hours if you wanted enough sleep for that morning class you had tomorrow.

The train at this time was mostly empty. There was a couple: two fellows at the right end, and then one sitting by himself on the left near the other car door. You might not have recognized the fellow on the left without the strobing strip club lights, but you did. His wild blonde mane and stature were unmistakable.

He recognized you too, and your eyes met for a fraction of a second. It wasn't... awkward per say…just unexpected. Seeing him here, in real ordinary life and not in a realm of debauchery. Grubby public transit. You kept your eyes on your phone, eyes trying to find something new in the leaping cow background of your home screen. He didn't move, thinking to do the same, distract himself. Toshinori pretended he didn't see you, pretended he wasn't here because he semi-successfully stopped himself from going back again tonight.

While you were turned away, he effectively failed at pretending. You were just as cute in jeans and a sweatshirt as you were in a robe and thong. He tore his attention away, to prevent himself from being creepy, and to discreetly eye up the other gentlemen on the train that were now moving toward you.

One smelled of liquor, and was obviously tipsy. The other fellow appeared irritated by the state his friend was in. They must have just left the club in Kamino, too.

"Heeeeyyyyy youuu'reee Baaaambieeee~!" The slurring fellow smiled, managing to recognize you. "You...you going to your house-home? To…to your home?"

"Something like...that." You offered a smile, though it was obvious you were cringing and uncomfortable. You knew he was a villain, more like a grunt level thug, but you didn't know his name. Mr. Drunk Guy was swaying closer.

"Dude, shut up. C'mon." Hushed tone, his friend was just as much of a punk ass, because he wasn't actively coming to get him.

"Can I come, too? I'm not... I'm not doing nothing right now. I was uh, watching you in the thing before…the thing...the club. You're a pr-o-o-oo. Like a heroooo~"

"Hmmmmm," you squinted and kept your voice low as well. You didn't want to talk here. It was rude. "I don't. I don't think so...Thanks?"

It was a relief when the train finally came to your stop. You snagged your bags and made a speedy exit. You ignored the two 'gentlemen' and swept by. Blondie, who was a wound up coil in his seat up until this point, caught your eye again as you exited. You didn't say anything, but gave him a formal acknowledgment; a look that said 'Good luck with those guys…'

You thought the night was returning to normalcy. The wind whipped through your hair, chilling the sweat that collected on your scalp. The rain picked up ever so slightly, but you didn't mind. You focused on the sound it made as it made contact with the pavement. You were comfortable with walking alone, with your apartment, your bed, a few blocks away.

But truthfully, you still had a problem. At least Mr. Drunk was still your problem. He slithered out after you, leaving Mr. Gutless far, far behind in the train. You didn't even realize he was trailing you until he tripped over the grate of a drainage feed. He barely caught himself as he kicked up plenty of draining water, setting his shifting body upright. The moon poked her head out for just a moment to illuminate the side of Mr. Drunk's face. It was covered in dusky green scales, like some sort of slimy snake, and his eyes were a half-lidden yellow.

You kept walking, your hand clutching your phone. You turned a corner, leading him away from the direction your apartment was in.

"H-Hey! You said I could come over, riiight?" The more and more Mr. Drunk pleaded, the more he slurred. He became unintelligible. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and you thought it would end at his lips, but it just kept going and going and going until it slipped against the pavement. Much to your horror, it spun out like a whip and cracked out toward you.

"Oh, hell no!" You yanked your other bag under your arm and prepared to drag out the (very illegal) knife you kept hidden behind the ripped inner seam, but in a gust of wind, you couldn't see your potential assailant anymore. He was blown away in an instant, tumbling like a weed several blocks back. He smacked headfirst into a heap of pallets in a far alley. You whipped around the massive figure blocking your view; absolutely confused and bewildered.

"HA HA HA! Never fear! For I am here, miss!" All Might bellowed out, hands on his hips, and head still thrown back from his victorious laugh.

The night had completely bypassed normality.

"A-All Might?!" You stammered, still trying to get a full grasp on what had just happened. "All Might?!" You snatched your hand from your purse, hoping he didn't catch the glint of the knife you had almost flung out.

"Good god...thanks?!" You were unsure of what else to say. You'd never met the guy in person. Never ever thought you would meet the guy in person in your life! He was all the news, and talk shows, and internet went on about. You weren't too in the loop when it came to what heros were doing what, but you'd be crazy to not know who this big brute was.

You got a good look at him while he was up close, just about looming over you like the cityscape did. You'd never get the opportunity to again, you were very sure. Way taller than you thought he'd be. And the camera didn't lie. The button up and slacks he was wearing were stretched taut, stitch popping, over his form. He had muscles on display you didn't even know existed.

"Thanks so much. I promise I'm not with that guy. He was trying to follow me home." From where, was obviously not the number one hero's business. You took a deep breath to settle the adrenaline that was still coursing through your system. You just registered your heart thumping. Your horns had unwound and stood upright on your head like the sharp points of a raging bull's rack. You didn't have the energy to use your quirk to shift them back into something much less threatening.

"No worries!" All Might assured you. "Please, be safe out late by yourself, ma'am. I'll take care of this snake." He winked, and you couldn't help but snort. All Might was really...that cheesy in person, too. With another sexy wink, and his final quip, he was ready to take off, but you had to stop him.

"Wait!" You stuffed your hand in your purse ( Not for the very illegal knife this time.) "Please accept this as a token of my gratitude." It really wasn't a business card or a real gift, but you handed it off with a slightly lowered head, and two hands anyway.

"Oh?" All Might's eyes were shadowed, so you couldn't quite tell if he was genuinely interested or just entertaining you. He was a big busy guy, but you know...maybe he'd like to visit and unwind on their more...uh, hero friendly nights. You won't find a villain around when the heroes with a license are allowed to enter and drink for free. Villains have never stopped clients like Captain Celebrity from visiting though, have they?

You had your own 'frequent flyer' card of sorts for regulars. It was for promotional purposes of course, to make patrons feel more special so they'd tip a little more. It was a white card with the club's info, but on the other side was a decorative symbol, a glittery gold ram, with your stripper name in a suggestive, cursive font beneath it. In the corner was a number, eight, that you had written there personally in a glitter pen to keep track of the ammount you were handing out.

"Baambie…?" All Might pretended to pronounce your name for the first time. His heart was hammering just a little with excitement. It was a token, or voucher for a private, back room dance.

"Yes, um...I get it if it's not your thing. I was going to give it to someone else tonight, but I think you should have it if you ever want to relax. The least I can do. I'd love to dance for you." You gathered the gall to bat your eyelashes at All Might and use your high pitched character voice to punctuate your appreciation.

"Uh…." He seemed confused or flustered, you thought. Flustered was right, but he certainly wasn't confused. "I will, ah...Consider!" All Might seemed to regain some sense of composure. "I really must be off! Be safe miss!" And just as quickly as he came, he was gone before a crowd could gather.

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Another month passed since the whole slimy guy incident. You haven't seen your favorite for a long while, either. Maybe seeing him on the train scared him off. It made you a little sad. Not just because of the money, but because you genuinely liked seeing him come in. You thought he was cute. It was whatever, though. That's how you usually addressed things. Took whatever as it comes.

You never told anyone about seeing All Might that night. You didn't think anyone would believe you. What plagued you most was the fact that you actually gave him your card. You're not a very blushy girl, but you blush every time you think about it. You're glad it can't be seen through your fur. God, he must have looked up what the card was and took a hard pass. All Might probably wouldn't want that kind of patronage on his track record. Really, you totally understood.

So the day you were told someone was asking to have a private dance with you, on the premise of one of your cards, you were thrown for a loop. You haven't handed one out in a while, aside from the one you gave All Might? Maybe it was some hot shot back in country, wanting to show off in the back room.

But your job, your job, your job. You had work to do, so you excused yourself to make your appearance in the private room. It was cooler than the main portion of the building, not as many people. It was decorated differently to make it look more special. You didn't mind being there by yourself. There was surveillance, and a guard of sorts on the other side of the door. You were almost hoping that All Might would have indulged in your offer, but you were positive that was pure fantasy. Besides, if he were here, all the loud, rowdy thugs in tonight would have scattered like rats.

Anyway, show time. You entered to greet whoever it was that was going to be receiving a lap dance from you. Taking a deep breath, you began with a slow, dramatic saunter. Your hips held the extra sway of your strut. As you shifted out of the shadow and into the light, your private patron also came into view. Bright blue eyes that were vivid in the shadows of his brow. Wild blonde mane, and cut cheeks.

Your deep brown eyes met his, your favorite. He perked up, almost up and out of his seat. Toshinori could instantly see the surprise in your eyes. He stammered, thinking he really owed you an explanation as you held your hand out to receive the card from him. The number eight in pink glitter pen ink was scribbled in a corner. Certainly your handwriting. The one you vividly remember handing to All Might. You couldn't say you didn't wonder how he got it.

"I uh...I'm actually All Might's assistant, you see!" He awkwardly laughed, clumsily tugging a roll of cash out his breast pocket. While he was flustered, you scribbled something down on the card with a pen that had been tucked away in your wooly hair. "He couldn't make good use of it, for reasons I'm sure you'll understand, so he passed it on to me. I hope you don't mind?"

Huh...small world.

"Of course not," You slunk like a cat onto his lap and pressed a clawed finger to his lips. He shut the hell up right then and there.

"You know, my boss might get a little mad at me, but if you ask nicely, I'll let you touch. Don't tell anyone, okay?" You gave him a real smile and guided his big, bony hands to your big bottom. You felt his fingers instinctively grip and hold on for dear life beneath the anchor of your tail.

"You know you're my favorite, too, after all." You whispered in his ear while slipping the card, with your cell phone number on it, back in his breast pocket.

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