Pokemon SWSH Imagine: Leon & Raihan With A Foreigner S/O

Ghost: Part Two. Na’vi Miles Quaritch X Na’vi Fem/Reader.

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

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Warnings: Some violence. Language. Kidnapping. Mentions of mass murder. Mentions of murder. manhandling. 

PSA: I decided to combine this part and what would have been the third part, individually they would have been to short for my liking. 

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The room around her was a plain white made up of metal and plastic. The neon lights way too bright for her liking. She had become accustomed to the natural lighting of the forest, these bright lights were beginning to hurt her eyes. Quaritch had been in to see her a few times. She wasn’t sure how long she had been there, it could have been a day or it could have been a few hours. She hadn’t seen Spider, or heard him either and this troubled her. She wanted to ensure his safety, at least all the kids got out alive, she did what Neytiri asked of her. She kept the children safe, and at this point the only thing preventing her from fighting her way out of here or killing Quaritch on sight is that she didn’t know if Spider was safe. She had curled herself in the corner of the room in an attempt to have better control over her surroundings, she didn’t want to hide under a table that left her wide open to be pulled out. The wall wasn’t exactly the ideal spot, but it was better than the dammed table. Her knees were brought close to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She was lost, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do, but she wasn’t going to wait to be rescued. She had been humming softly to herself for a little while now, but that small comfort was ripped away from her as the doors to the room opened wide. and Quaritch’s large form stepped through the frame.

“Hello there sweetheart” she looked at him, but gave no response. She wouldn’t look away, she wouldn’t give him that advantage but she wouldn’t acknowledge him either. That was until he stepped closer, she jumped into a defensive stance, legs spread wide to balance her body low to the ground. She bared her teeth in a threatening snarl.

“Do not touch me, monster”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” he stopped in his tracks and leaned one hand against the table. “I haven’t done anything ta ya”

“You stole everything from me, my sister, and now you have kidnapped me”

“I have taken ya. Yes, but I didn’t kill anyone.” The Na’vi women was confused, she stood slightly, despite both being full grown she only reached his shoulders in height.

“You happily admitted it earlier.” She stated, and she was right. Yet what she didn’t know was that from the moment the recom had become aware of his death he felt strange. Even more so when he saw it happen on a screen. Even though he had the full memories of Colonel Miles Quaritch, he knew deep inside he was not that man. It was confusing, this Na’vi body that he was in felt different than before, or at least from what he remembered, but the instant connection the body had felt to the forest had struck him, and forced him to question everything. He knew he couldn’t let his internal questioning interfere with his mission, but he had questions. The main one being, could he create a new life for himself outside of the shadow of the memories of the man he carried inside of his brain. Where that would lead him he didn’t know, but he had a sinking feeling only the kid and the sassy scientist in front of him could help him figure it out. “I am not the man ya knew” he continued.

“If you were different, you wouldn’t have held children at gunpoint.”

“Maybe, but I am not who ya think I am.”

“You are no different than the day you died.”

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Mha Aizawa x female wife reader

Reader has a quirk that is literally her just being a cat magnet. Reader finds out she’s pregnant and decide to tell Aizawa in the cutest way possible with cats.

Fluff plz

Could you add me to your HXH , mha , aot and BSD tag list plz

The Cat’s Out of the Bag

Warnings: none!

Word count: 3,104

A/N: this has got to be my favorite request I’ve gotten so far! I kind of went a little above and beyond the request but I think it turned out rly cute :)

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Posted: October 23rd 2021, 1:30 PM EST

Since you’re quirk had first developed when you were a child, it had been drawing things closer to you; cats, specifically. It had started as the stray you passed daily on your way to school following you home, everyday being shooed away by your parents and everyday returning. Eventually one cat turned to two, and two to two dozen. It got to the point where they would be littered outside your house simply waiting for you to step outside, some even working their way inside and happily curling up next to you.

After some time of this continuing and the number of cats growing, your parents had taken you to a quirk doctor who confirmed that it was in fact your quirk attracting all of them. Despite the slight frustration it caused you all had no other choice but to accept it and learn to live with it.

The cats, especially the ones that consistently appeared, became your best friends. Because they refused to separate from you, you spent most of your time with them and thus went through your everyday life with a feline friend by your side. They were a constant company and ensured that you were never alone, even as you went to sleep at night as they took the available spots on your bed and lulled you to sleep with gentle purring.

By then nearly everybody who knew you knew of your quirk. It was well known that wherever you went at least one cat would follow and if there was a random sighting of a cat - or more frequently multiple - in a place they didn’t belong, you were somewhere nearby. Despite how the cats provided you endless company, they isolated you as well. The other kids at school found them as a sort of annoyance and began avoiding you, even your best friends eventually fading away as your quirk persisted. You were alone, ostracized from everyone else; that is, until you met him.

With a book in hand you sat with your back against a tree, your hand every so often leaving the pages to stroke the head of one of the dozen or so cats around you. Many of them bathed in the late summer sun with faces of contentment, an occasional breeze rustling their fur as well as your hair. It’s relatively silent as you lose yourself in the imaginary world of your book - or it was silent until the gentle sound of footsteps caught your attention. You look up to find a cat rounding the corner of a nearby building and walking towards you, shortly followed by a boy. Upon further inspection as he neared closer you were able to make our his appearance. Long black hair obscured his face and despite his taller frame he hunched over, you assumed to look at the cat he tailed behind. He appeared about your age and is adorned in a uniform; not one from your school but one you oddly recognized.

Eventually he worked his way up the hill you sat atop, his eyes widening upon seeing the crowd of cats the other had led him towards. You can’t help the small laugh that passes your lips, the boy finally seeming to realize you’re there as his eyes meet yours.

“Sorry about all the cats.” You say, watching as he takes in the sheer number of them.

“I was just trying to get the one I was following…” He says, “Why are they all right here?”

He kneels in front of the cat he had followed, a tortoiseshell kitten with a half missing ear, and scoops it into his arms with a small smile. You smile as well as an older gray cat nudges your hand, forcing you to put down your book to pet it.

“They just like me.” You reply, “You could say I’m a cat magnet.”

He hums as he moves to sit on the grass a few feet away from you, the kitten in his arms now playing with the loose strands of black hair that fell past his shoulders.

“Do you like cats?” You ask, though the answer already seemed obvious.

“Yes. It looks like you do, too.”

You breathe a small laugh, the boy giving one as well.

“I’m Y/n, and you?”

“Aizawa. Shouta.”

“Nice to meet you, Aizawa.”

After a few minutes you expected him to walk away, to return to where ever he had come from and that would be the first and last time you met, but as more time passed he stayed. You looked at him curiously and noticed he had taken out a laptop from his school bag and begun silently working. After staring for a few moments you returned to your book, both of you silently sitting in each other’s presence.

It became a daily occurrence for Aizawa to show up after following a cat to you, the two of you sitting under the same tree and either working or simply sitting together with the plethora of cats around you. Overtime the distance between you closed, going from Aizawa sitting a few feet away to a foot to a few inches until you eventually sat shoulder to shoulder. The closer he sat the closer the two of you became, small, short conversations turning to long and animated ones filled with laughter and light banter. Despite how your quirk had once isolated you, it had led you to, or more specifically led to you, the person who became your best friend.

“You know, your uniform looks really familiar.” You start, looking at Aizawa out of the corner of your eye before returning your gaze to the sky.

The two of you lay beside each other under the tree, peering through the bare branches at the pure blue sky above. Despite the cold chill of midwinter and the snow that blanketed the ground you lay on you both remained outside and so did the cats that cuddled close to your sides for warmth; much like you did with each other.

“I think all of Japan would know it.” Aizawa replies, moving his arm under his head as the tortoiseshell kitten curls up on his stomach.

“Oh really?” You laugh sarcastically, “What school do you go to then that’s so famous?”

“U.A.”

You pause for a moment before propping yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him with a look of disbelief.

“Are you joking?” You ask to which he shakes his head.

“I just started my second year.” He says nonchalantly, “You seriously didn’t know until now?”

“How would I know if you didn’t tell me? But seriously, you? In U.A.?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“I’m not saying it like that.” You say while gently shoving his arm. “It’s just surprising that you’re training to be a hero; it’s cool. What’s your quirk?”

He explains his quirk and how it works all while you stare at him in amazement, Aizawa occasionally making eye contact though quickly looking back away.

“That’s so cool!” You exclaim when he’s done, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

He shrugs. “It’s never been brought up. I like your quirk better, anyway.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want my quirk.” You sigh while lying back down, “Everyone else thinks it’s annoying.”

“I don’t.” He replies, “I like it, all the cats.”

“You only hang out with me for the cats, huh?” You joke to which he rolls his eyes.

“I like the cats, but I like your quirk because it’s what brought me to you.” He says, voice quieter this time though tone softer and more serious.

“Aizawa…”

“Sorry.”

You blink in surprise for a moment before turning your head to face him.

“Don’t be.” You say quietly. Aizawa turns to face you as well, your faces a mere inches apart from each other’s. A rosy color tinted both of your cheeks that you hoped you could play off as the cold weather, your eyes meeting and refusing to look away despite the part of you that urged you to for the sake of your own embarrassment.

“I like you.” You whisper, catching yourself by surprise as the words pass your lips. Aizawas eyes widen in seemingly shock before he smiles, a small puff of air emitting from him made visible by the cold.

“I-“ He starts, though is cut off by the kitten letting out a loud mewl and plopping itself down in the space between you. Both of your laughter breaks through the silent air as some of the previous tension is lifted, the fluttering of your heart the only notion of what had taken place before.

-

After Aizawas hero debut, despite how quiet it had been in order to keep himself more hidden from villains knowledge and his despise of the press, you had made it your job to congratulate him. He had worked as a sidekick at a smaller agency for a few years before this debut which, in your opinion at least, made it only that much more exciting.

A smile tugs at your lips as you hear the door to your shared apartment open and close shortly followed by heavy footsteps that made their way towards you. As Aizawa rounded the corner into the kitchen you stepped out from behind the wall you hid behind and pulled the string to the confetti popper in your hand, laughing slightly at the slight shock on his face.

“Congrats!” You exclaim as confetti fell to litter both of your hair.

Aizawa looked to you before looking around the room, a banner reading “Congratulations Eraserhead!” Strung across the middle of the ceiling the first he sees before the small cake on the counter and floor now coated in colorful confetti. The cat you had taken in as your own, the tortoiseshell with the half missing ear, adorned a small white scarf and makeshift yellow eye covers like the ones Aizawa used and it meowed at him as if to say it’s own congratulations. Aizawa smiles while taking off his own scarf and eye covers before setting them on the counter.

“Thank you.” He says with a small, genuine smile.

You return it with a wide, adoration filled grin. “Of course! You deserve it, I know you’ll make a great hero, Shouta.”

He doesn’t reply, only steps closer and pulls you into a hug and rests his chin atop your head. You happily accept it and wrap your arms around his torso, giving him a small squeeze as you let your eyes slip shut. To you, this was the most comforting place you could be; wrapped up in each other’s arms and letting the rest of the world slip away until it was just you and him left. This is where you belong. This is all you needed.

After a few minutes Aizawa pulls away slightly to face you, his expression softer than usual as it settles on your face. You keep your smile but draw your brow together, one of your hands coming up to rest against his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask with a slight tilt of your head.

“Because.” Is all he answers.

“Well come on, we have to eat the cake before it dries up.” You say, pulling away and walking towards the counter. You’re stopped, however, by Aizawa reaching out to hold your hand, preventing you from walking away. You turn back around and look between your hands and him, giving him a confused look as his grip persists.

“Shouta? What’s-“

“Do you want to get married?” He asks, cutting you short and effectively making you fall silent. Your mind runs blank as you try to process what he said, part of you not believing it as your mouth opens and closes trying to find something to say.

“Are you- did you mean- I…” You stutter, trying and failing to somehow reply to the sudden question. Your eyes met his, kind and waiting laced with nervousness and anticipation as he waits for your answer. His thumb brushes over the top of your hand where they still joined in the space between you, drawing your attention there before your eyes trail up his arm and back to his face. In that moment it all seemed to click and you smiled, fully turning so you now stood in front of him.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He flashes you one of his rare toothy smiles before pulling you back in by the hand, a laugh escaping you before it’s cut short by him placing his lips on yours. You melt into the kiss and smile slightly as the stubble on his face scratches yours, Aizawas hand gently cupping the side of your face as yours rests on his shoulder.

“I don’t have a ring.” He says as he pulls away, “That was a spur of the moment thing.”

You laugh softly, “It’s okay, it’s perfect the way it is.”

-

A nervous breath escapes you as you twist the golden band on your finger, your cat happily tucked against your body as you carried it through the halls of U.A. Highschool. As you made it to the hallway holding classroom 1-A you set down the feline in front of you, crouching so you were now about level. You let out a small sigh as you stroke its head, a small smile crossing your face as it purrs.

“Remember, all you have to do is walk up to him, okay?” You say quietly, making sure you couldn’t be heard through any of the open doors. You rolled up a piece of paper and tied it together with a small ribbon before looping it through the cats collar, tying it in a small bow before double checking it’s secure.

“Are you excited, too?” You ask, breathing a laugh as the cat meows. “I hope he is.”

After taking a moment to collect yourself you stand up again, looking down at the tortoiseshell cat and gently nudging it with the side of your leg. It seems to get the hint and happily strolls down the hall with you following behind up until you make it to the classroom door. You stay out of sight though the cat continues, letting out a meow as it spots Aizawa at his desk.

“Hm? How did you get here?” Aizawa asks, swiveling his chair around as the familiar cat approaches him.

As soon as it’s close enough he picks it up and sets it in his lap, smiling slightly as it nudges his hand for a pet.

“Did you come to visit me at work?” He asks, “Why would you leave Y/n… what’s this?”

He reaches out to the small scroll on the cats collar, his brow drawing together as he pulls the end of the ribbon and releases it from the collar. Though confused he proceeds with untying the ribbon and unrolling the paper it held.

“This new baby doesn’t have fur…?” He reads aloud, “Did Y/n find a hairless cat?”

You laugh silently to yourself as you wait for him to unravel the rest of your message, anticipation making you antsy as you peak around the door.

The note was now fully visible as Aizawa holds the top and bottom apart, his expression still displaying confusion as he scans over the black and white picture.

“An ultrasound…?” He says, pausing as he realizes what he said. His eyes widen in surprise as he reevaluates the picture that held the undeniable shape of a baby. “An ultrasound.”

You step into the doorway and smile as Aizawas eyes meet yours, glancing between you and the ultrasound in his hands.

“Surprise.” You say, trying to hide your nervousness behind a smile.

You walk closer until you’re standing a foot away from his chair, fingers still twirling your wedding ring as you wait for him to say something.

“This is yours?” He asks and you nod. “You’re pregnant?” Another nod. “This is our baby?”

“Mhm.” You hum, still trying to figure out how he felt as his tone, as well as his expression, had been next to emotionless.

After a few seconds of staring at the ultrasound he sets it on his desk before lifting the cat in his lap and gently placing it on the floor, wordlessly rising to his feet. He blinked a few seconds before pulling you into an abrupt hug, his grip tighter than usual as he buries his face in your shoulder. You lace your fingers through his hair while your other arm goes around his back, slightly reluctantly as you try to decipher his reaction.

“Are you mad?” You ask nervously, feeling as if a weight is lifted off your shoulders when you feel him shake his head.

“It’s just…” He starts, his sentence trailing off as he seems at a loss for words. “A baby. Our baby.”

You laugh slightly, your fingers combing through his hair as you feel a wave of joy wash over you.

“Yes, it is.” You reply, “So I take it you’re happy about this?”

“Of course I am.” He says as he pulls back just enough to be able to face you. “I love you.”

He leans in for a short-lived kiss that’s broken apart by both of your wide smiles, the two of you opting for letting your foreheads rest against each other’s instead. One of Aizawas hands leaves it’s spot where it rested on the small of your back and trailed towards the front of your body before cautiously resting on your lower stomach.

Aizawa looks up temporarily to look over your shoulder, breathing a laugh through his nose at what he sees.

“Looks like they’re excited, too.” He comments, directing your attention to the cats that trot into the room before looping around your feet.

A laugh escapes your lips as you turn to look down at them, your head resting on Aizawas chest as well as your hand as his hand lays on your shoulder. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest and settles in your stomach where your baby was growing, a strong sense of family surrounding you and enveloping the room in comfort. This, you believed, was the perfect moment which you owed all to your quirk and the cat you silently thanked as it pawed at Aizawas arm from its spot on the desk.

“You know, between all the cats, the students, and now this, I’m starting to think I have too many kids.” Aizawa says.

You laugh, “I think there’s room for one more. And maybe one more cat.”

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Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want to mess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do I have the challenge for you!

Welcome to the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge, a ten generation legacy with a focus on bright colors and new experiences.

Basic Rules:

Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke). Of course, this is optional but a big portion of the fun.

The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.

Money cheats can be used, but not excessively. Suggestion: use freerealestate for your first home, but no cheats afterward.

You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.

Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Keep the lifespan on normal.

If you play this challenge and want to share it with us, go ahead and post with #notsoberry so we can see!

My good friend @alwaysimming​ and I kind of created this challenge on accident, but I think it turned out pretty great. We wanted to make something that forced us to play with parts of the game we’ve never explored before. Hopefully you’ll have fun too. You can follow our gameplay on @mintiphresh​ and @lea-fey​ (pronounced “minty fresh” and “leafy”)!

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Questions & Answers

How would a yautja react to their human secretly drawing them?

How would a young blood react to ancestral humans tattooing each other with bones?

Can a yautja give oral on male and female genitalia? ❤️

How would a yautja react to a human/xenomorph hybird?

Yautja’s reaction to stepping on legos?

How would a yautja react to seeing a moose?

How would a yautja react to their human cracking/popping their bones?

Yautja’s reaction to being called mommy/daddy? ❤️

Thought’s on predator vision?

What would a yautja’s reaction be to have a human deity S/O?

What would it look like on yautja prime?

How would a yautja react to a fire dancer?

Where did the term “Yautja” come from?

How would a yautja react to mate getting chestbursted and surviving?

How possible is it for a yautja to give oral? ❤️

Would female yautja enjoy pegging her S/O? ❤️

Male yautja during mating season?

Scenarios/Imagines

Reader randomly touches his dreads

Your pred trying to make you breakfast but failing miserably

Your yautja comforting you after a fight

Yautja x trans!male reader ❤️

Your yautja’s reaction to your hand becoming dry and crusty during winter

Your yautja experiencing a crippling defeat, yet you don’t leave him for another

Exploring the depth of the word “love” with your yautja

Singing to a baby yautja

Play fighting with the yautja pups (cuteness overload)

Prompt: “Absence”

Prompt: “Alone” (Celtic x reader)

Prompt: “Star” (Wolf x reader)

Prompts: “Rain” (Ultimate x reader)

Prompt: “Betrayed” (Ultimate x reader)

Prompt: “Smoke” (Wolf x reader)

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Yautja with a transgender (FTM) S/O ❤️

Being pregnant with a yautja pup

General Wolf Headcanons and Wolf with a human S/O (Wolf x reader)

Female yautja with a ballerina S/O who is slowly losing their sight

Yautja with vampire or human-eating demon S/O

Yautja with an S/O who works in the morgue

Yautja with a female professional mermaid S/O

Yautja with a S/O that has CIP (congenital insensitivity to pain)

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Anonymous: Falconer predator

Anonymous: Fugitive predator

Anonymous: Tracker predator

Anonymous: Greyback predator

Non-Anonymous: Celtic predator

Non-Anonymous: Wolf predator

Non-Anonymous: Scar predator

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Halloween 2021: Yautja and their (real) witch S/O

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Hello, hope you’re well! Do you have any headcanons of Yujiro Hanma in a relationship with his S/O?

Yujiro was pretty damn hot when he was a young Rambo, huh?

Remember how miss Obnoxious Diane managed to piss Yujiro off enough to humiliate her?

Well, you met him around the same time, but under weirder circumstances.

You were hiding in a cave and cooking a porridge with whatever ingredients you managed to poach around, until someone intruded your small, temporary home - It was a very buff and intimidating-looking red head man who looked to be around your age, yet somehow, his features seemed more mature than most 16 year olds you knew.

The two of you shared eye-contact for quite a few seconds from the shock, neither of you expecting to find another human being in such a place.

Before he could open his mouth and properly intrude in your home, you just scuttled over and told him to sit down and eat together.

Cue his shock --- WHY?

Rations were scarce, and he ate like a freaking animal, not to mention, he’s a complete stranger, heck, he might be an enemy for all you knew, yet you treated him with such polite nonchalance that he can’t quite figure out himself what’s going on.

You just handed him a spoon and told him to dig in, and even warned him about it being hot... And that it wasn’t much for him, but it’s all you got.

Are you dumb? You must be, otherwise, why the hell would you starve yourself to aid another??

Those insults found themselves being spoken out loud as well, but you merely shrugged and agreed, as if it wasn’t anything fantastic.

“Yeah, I know. My mum always scolded me for being the stupid Good Samaritan. It’s not like I believe in altruism or anything, but I don’t think you’re that bad of a guy and I’d rather be your friend than enemy. Look at you, you could look at me the wrong way and I’d drop dead in a second.”

Not wrong. Not only you, but everyone else alive was so petite and frail compared to him, he could damage your skull with a mere flick of his fingers and he’d just laugh at how weak you are.

At the same time, he did find this kindness of yours to be rather smart, now that you explained, yet at the same time, he also enjoys how unbothered you are by everything.

You don’t seem the least bit afraid of him on the outside, yet he can feel your heart beating faster and your eyes were sharper - You were more on the edge, cautious of all his moves, whilst also trying to be subtle.

When he asked why you were hiding in a cave, you told him your brother was captured by the enemy and you were trying to infiltrate the headquarter estate and rescue him - It amused him - Someone weak and untrained in combat, sporting a mere sword, not even a gun, infiltrating that heavily-guarded estate and even trying to rescue a war prisoner.

Never mind, Yujiro was pretty intrigued by your strong resolve and told you to stick around him and make sure you don’t die, ‘cause he won’t protect you.

JK, he completely protected you without even realising when a bunch of soldiers with machine guns started firing your way. They were all dead within mere seconds.

He turned his head to look at you, and you didn’t seem to care about the gruesome deaths of your enemies - In fact, you simply raided their bodies so now you had better weapons and ammo.

Smart cookie.

He absolutely hated women who freak out over stupid things like murder.

“Say, Yuji, why are you here anyway? Do you have any goal for fighting in this war?” you asked all of a sudden during one night as you stood by the fire, waiting for the food to be cooked.

“Just having fun. And what better way of having fun than training to become the strongest creature on Earth, ey?” he gave off a twisted smirk, wishing to scare you off, but you merely grunted in understanding and nodded.

“Well, if anyone can do it, I’m sure it’s you. You’re like those guys in hero comics that train so hard that it looks like they have superpowers, but in fact, they’re just that cool. Hey, I bet you could kidnap the president if you want. That’d be hilarious.” you chuckled lightly in such a crystalline voice that it sort of impressed him.

“You’re giving me awful ideas, Y/N. I love it.” his grin widened so much that it seemed to split his face in two.

From then on, until you found your way infiltrating into the estate, he made sure to protect you in all the subtle ways - He was a man, he was a fighter, not a protector - But even so, he didn’t want his little companion to die so quickly, the war would be so much boring without you.

Hell, he even ended up carrying you bridal style here and there under the pretext that you were just too frail, slow and completely inapt to be doing such missions by yourself, so he so kindly offered you his aid, you should rejoice!

It was going pretty well for the two of you, until this blonde chick Jane appeared in the picture and it seemed to ruin the mood for the both of you with her way too straightforward, brash and rude flirting and invitation to being more intimate than acceptable.

Not wanting to bother with this exchange of words between the blonde and a pissed off Yujiro, you simply started walking away with your hands in the large pockets of the pants you stole from a soldier - That is, unless you heard some growls and yelps from behind and you noticed the red haired Rambo man punching the blonde away from him, stomping towards you.

You couldn’t help but let out a breath of amusement, but didn’t utter a single word, not wanting to bother him more than he already was.

“Say, Yuji... Don’t you think Jane was being a bit suspicious?” you asked, all of a sudden, this time staying at the food of a tree, looking up at the starry sky.

“Are you jealous, Y/N?” the smirked mockingly, leaning forwards, very close to your face.

“I think jealousy is an emotion for weak and insecure people. Do you want me to be jealous, Yuji?” you tilt your head to the side, jaw propped on your palm, looking at him with sort of sleepy, hooded eyes.

“What innocent thinking, if not, rather foolish." he sneered tauntingly at her. "Also, I don't quite remember allowing you to use such a familial nickname with me. I'm not your friend."

You could only blink, wide-eyed and slightly embarrassed, not having realised how you abbreviated his name, and you could only sheepishly chuckle and scratch the back of your head "Ahh, sorry, sorry, I didn't realise I was calling you that. You're right, we're not friends, and when this is over, we'll never see each other again."

Ouch.

The sensation of a palm being slapped harshly over his face was felt as your words echoed in his head over and over again.

Not see each other again, you said...

That's inadmissible. Yujiro no likey. Nuh-uh. That won't do.

"I don't tolerate such bullshit being spoken around me. You're lucky I didn't kill you yet." he huffed, scowling at her.

"Sorry, sorry." despite threatening you, somehow, you picked up on his light-hearted predisposition and merely smiled at him as if you had no care in the world. "The sky is very pretty tonight, don't you think, Yuji?"

"Why the hell are you still using that nickname?!" he snapped at you, only to see you laugh.

"You told me you don't remember allowing me to use it. I never said that I cared what you think you can allow me or not. If you're not my mother, you have no right in dictating my rights." she didn't even bother looking at his frowning visage - She just looked up at the sky with a serene look.

"You insolent woman --" he grabbed your face roughly, only to widen his eyes at the doe-like look on your face - So carefree and passive, so untouched by the world and unbothered by everything surrounding you - As if for you, Yujiro Hanma was just another simple man, unthreatening and without the littlest speck of fright or intimidation around him.

He couldn't help but tsk and let go of you, turning to the side to go to sleep, without even saying good night.

But you did. And he answered with a dismissive huff.

However, when you woke up, you were covered in his jacket while he was stretching and working out shirtless, getting ready for the infiltration mission.

"Moornin'~!" you waved lazily to him, your hair a mess and eyes still closed due to your sleepiness.

"It's late. Better thank me for not waking you up sooner, you slob." he sneered, not bothering to stop his routine.

"Thanks, Yuji! I slept really well. It was really warm last night, thanks for the jacket. I hope it wasn't too cold for you." you replied, getting up and carefully folding the jacket, ready to hand it back to him.

Little did you know the reason for you being warm wasn't that paper-thin jacket, but the Hanma natural high body temperature as he held you through the night after seeing you shiver to hell in your sleep.

You cuddled into his chest, your head underneath his chin, resembling a baby kitten hidden inside a warm cardigan, he couldn't help but stroke your hair the whole night, while pondering about the mission of the next day.

"Keep it, I don't need weakling germs to be crawling all over me." was his way of saying "Keep it and keep yourself warm, you frail snowdrop of a woman."

The infiltration mission went really well - More or less - And you met up at the main room, only for the blonde woman to appear out of nowhere, for the second time, yet now, she was carrying a huge barrel of T.N.T and other explosive stuff, but Yujiro seemed to narrow his eyes suspiciously at her.

She opened a secret passage by taking out some rather specific books - No matter how you looked at it, things just couldn't stop being fishy - And the red haired man caught a glimpse at the worried frown of his little companion.

It was the first time she expressed any kind of emotion other than unbothered passiveness - She really didn't like Jane, and rightfully so. She smelt her lies so easily, what a great intuition.

"Miss Jane, do you know anything about B/N, a war prisoner? He looks like me, just with shorter hair and a bit taller." he heard the girl speak in a rather unsettled voice, her E/C eyes peering into Jane's blue ones as if she was piercing them.

"Oh, that guy? They're preparing to execute him outside." the blonde spoke so nonchalantly as she stepped to cling on Yujiro's arm, dragging him towards the secret passage, while you could only grit your teeth in anger and concern, sprinting towards the window, looking down to confirm for yourself.

"B/N...!" you gasped, seeing your poor brother being blindfolded, on his knees, with a machine gun to his temple, unaware of the other two.

"Y/N. Let's go." you heard your name being spoken by the man, but you could only gulp, looking at him with a nervous expression. "You can't save him by looking at him from up here, can you? Move, before this place explodes."

No need to be told a second time, you merely nod and sprint his way, as fast as you could, only to get half-way through the tunnel and to have your wrist suddenly grasped mid-way through your running, almost falling but being pulled into Yujiro's chest.

"What are you doing?! You'll get killed if you stay here!" Jane yelled at him aggressively, but he only glared at her, pulling you closer to him chest, his arms protectively around you.

"Yuji...?" you asked in a soft voice, questioning him, only for him to keep you grounded and safe in his arms during the explosion, not daring to let out a single squeak, knowing you'd be safe with this superhuman of a man, while with the other arm, he grasped Jane's wrist, keeping her from being blown away -... Yet, in a way, their eardrums were blown away by her annoying screaming.

As soon as the explosion passed, the grip on you tightened slightly, while with his other hand, he roughly bitch-slapped Jane into a wall. "Listen to you, you scream like any woman who has reached the limit of her power. You have courage in trying to act like a soldier, but you are still only a woman." with this, he let go of you as he menacingly walked towards the blonde who was unable to unglue herself from the wall out of fear.

"Why? Why did you hit me?" she asked in disbelief.

"Jane, or should I say, Diane Neil? I've known for a while the United Nations has great fears about my combat strength, because my powers will soon reach those of a nation's army. This tunnel was built in secret many years ago by the United Nations. How did you come to know about it?" hearing that, Jane grabbed the knife from the back of her pants and tried to attack Yujiro, who merely grabbed her wrist, breaking it, making her drop her weapon before pushing her into the wall again. "Being a UN worker was just too much or you. I told you, I will protect myself no matter what the cost." he was angry - Boy, was he so angry that he radiated so much darkness - But you didn't care. You almost died because of her, and you knew she was suspicious from the get go anyway.

"Y/N. Get out of here. What I'm about to do should not be seen by such a baby like you. Sneak out of here and get behind them. This tunnel will lead right in front of them. It will create enough of a diversion to rescue your brother. Understood?" he snapped his head towards you, peering into your very soul as he strangled the woman below him.

"Got it." nodding firmly at him, you ran back the way you came and did just as you were told, not caring, nor wanting to know what he was going to do to her - All your thoughts were on rescuing your brother and running away.

You successfully managed to hide in the bushes, as everyone was much too tense and staring at the door in front of them, until it was kicked open and before the soldiers could shoot him, he threw the fainted body of Diane at them then leapt like a jaguar, killing them so easily - You wanted to sit there and admire, but you used the last ammo from the machine gun you had to kill the soldiers surrounding your brother, then sprinted to get him out of there.

Much to your surprise, however, as Yujiro was busy with the representative or whoever that was, Diane got your brother in a choke hold, her gun at his temple, and you couldn't help but freeze on the spot.

"What the hell is wrong with you, woman?! You're following around a demon... A monster... A rapist... As if you worship the ground he walks on?! For what?! Are you delusional?! He's a criminal, you idiot!" she was sweating and trembling like a leaf, and the grip on the pistol was weak, but you couldn't act, fearing risking your brother's life.

"B/N... Remember the thief game?" you muttered at him, watching him bite his lip and grunt in approval. "Three thieves. That's all I need." was your secret code so he'd know to advert her pistol away in 3 seconds.

And he did, allowing you the chance to jump on her, trying to struggle the gun away from her hand, but in the commotion, as she screamed in shock, she pulled the trigger in the unfortunate direction of your brother's heart, making him fall to the ground.

"What... Did you just do...?" you could only stare in disbelief at the pool of blood forming around the corpse of your poor brother. "What did you do? WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!" you couldn't believe your eyes - Your only family, the person you loved so much, was rendered nothing but a piece of dead meat on the ground because of the aimless, scared aim of a stupid woman.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I... My grip slipped and --" it was obvious Diane didn't mean to kill an innocent person, but apologies weren't going to bring your brother to life, right?

You could only see red from the anger, feeling genuine, dark emotions for the first time since the tragedy happened, that you couldn't help but climb on her abdomen and punch away at her face, shaking her roughly and just actively trying to kill her with your bare hands, all while your vision was blurred from wrath and sorrow in the form of tears.

You had no idea how long you stood there like that, covered in Diane's blood, deaf to her screams of desperation, blind to the world and unbothered by the pain surging through your arms, until you felt yourself being effortlessly picked up and away from what was now the lifeless body of the blonde fraud.

"That's enough, Y/N. She's dead. There's no more revenge you can inflict on that useless trash." it was Yujiro's time to speak in a passive, low yet comforting voice as his chest was glued flush to your back, stopping you from struggling so much.

"He's dead, Yujiro, he's dead! What the hell am I supposed to do now?! I failed to protect the last person remaining of my family and now I'm all alone in the world. I... I don't have a clue what I'm supposed to do now. I have nowhere to go and I'm very pissed off." from all the struggling, the last bit of strength and energy finally left you and you remained lax in his arms as he held you like that effortlessly.

"You lost a purpose, find another. You're a woman, you're not strong, nobody is expecting you to save the world. That's what men are for. Let yourself live and find something to live for. Your brother may have been weak, but he tried to protect his sister until the end, and he wouldn't want you to mourn." you never expected such words to come from this savage Rambo-like man, but somehow, it made you smile through your tears and you find yourself nodding and stealing one last glance at the lifeless body of your brother.

"Sage words, Yuji. Very wise. I'm impressed and surprised." you muttered, slipping out of his grasp. "Any ideas on what to do, then?" you asked, looking around for a tool to burn his body.

"When I'm done with this war, I'll be going back home, in Japan." he spoke, taking out a lighter from his pocket and lit the body up. "Come with me."

"Bold proposition for someone you've just met." you let out a snort of amusement, beginning to walk by his side. "You may end up regretting it. I can be a real pain, you know?" you smirked up at him with a carefree expression on your face, despite how pink your eyes were, or that your skin was still glimmering with tears.

"I'm regretting it already." he muttered, hitting the back of your head playfully, but catching you quickly, realising your were much frailer than imagined.

"Your kindness towards me has been received, we thank you for your donation, here is your receipt. We are sorry, your emotions cannot be returned back, the receiver will be keeping them forever. Please, do consider making another donation soon!" you laughed so cutely that he couldn't help but groan in annoyance and wipe away the stray tears from your face.

"I'll kill you."

Code Red!

Masurao, now a recent mother, is still on treatment on the Normandy with @crispy-ghee ‘s crew, and while everyone is instructed to give mom and pup a WIDE berth, people tend to believe there’s more wiggle room than there really is. When Baran-de squirms out of mom’s sight and gets into things he shouldn’t, a crewmember yanks the pup away, causing him to cry out in pain. Maternal instincts kick in HARD and Masurao goes on a rampage in the ship to get her pup back, targeting anyone she sees as a threat.