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Smoker!Adult Izuku x reader
Izuku is 22+
- chapter 1.
You'd think that Izuku Midorya would be a sweet little thing who always tries to be as healthy as possible but this man is a ball of stress. He started smoking not that long ago. He got forced to try out a cigarette once by some dumb friend of his and since then he kinda caught a liking for it.
He now uses smoking to release his stress. I mean,he had all the motives to do so, could you really blame him? He lost his quirk after the war and he ended up a teacher which is honestly exhausting.. dealing with teens is not easy at all.
Izuku would often go outside during the breaks between his classes and light up a cigarette (or two if he has enough time). He also became a cocky little shit because he knows damn well he looks good. Even if he no longer trains as a hero he still hits the gym regularly, growing in his physical appearance. He's aware that people find him attractive,that's what got him so cocky.
Obviously he knew that his habit was unhealthy but the poor thing went through so much that he got to a point where he didn't care too much about how this was affecting his health. He just needed a way to cope and the cigarettes are having a calming effect on him.
He sat down on a bench,just watching some students play football in the school's sports field. He looked so..worn out?? He probably didn't get a lot of sleep last night(he didn't).
Poor izuku is so tired,he really did try his best to fall asleep , promise ! But he just failed so miserably and he even noticed that he could barely focus on his lessons today.
He sighs as he places his cig back in between his lips, taking in a puff and then exhaling it. The smoke spreads around for a bit before disappearing quickly. Surprisingly,this man has some soft and pigmented lips. They were such a pretty shade of pink,who wouldn't stare at them all day?
Izuku slightly lifts his head up as he notices someone approaching. Were they approaching him? His eyes try to focus a little more, taking in your facial features and your physique. Oh yeah, he knew who you were! I mean..not really,he just saw you around the school a few times but he definitely knew your face.
He takes out the cigarette from his mouth, holding it in between his two fingers as he takes notice of how close you're getting to him,how your eyes are fixated on him. So you are indeed approaching him. His mind started wandering a little,as it always does. What would you want from him anyway? He rarely talks to anyone around the school except for Aizawa, All Might and a few other colleagues of his that used to be his teachers. But you? Yeah he saw you around the school surely,but he didn't personally know you,so what business do you have with him?
As you get closer to him, you just stop in your tracks, standing in front of him. Your eyes wander down to his face, admiring his facial features for a bit. He looked so tough,you could easily tell that he went through a lot without even knowing about his past...but he also looked somewhat pretty? You shake away your thoughts, looking him in the eyes now.
"Izuku Midorya, right?" You asked
He raised an eyebrow as you talked, curious about you. So you knew who he was? I mean yeah he did indeed defeat shigaraki in the war and he became somewhat known.
"That's right" he replies back,his voice sounding slightly sore from all the smoke. He places his cigarette back between his lips and inhales once again.
"Alright well first of all, smoking is not good for you,at all. It's pretty shitty if you ask me,you should throw away the cig. Second of all I just wanna introduce myself" you hold out your hand "I'm [name]"
Izuku slightly frowns. Who do you think you are, telling him what's good for him and what's not? He gives you a weird glance but he eventually shakes your hand with a firm grip. His hands were strong,you could tell. You glanced down at his scars,they looked so cool..but izuku quickly let go of your hand. His back leans against the bench he was sitting on.
"Right..and you're here because?" He asked you bluntly, throwing his cigarette away,not because he cares about his health and what you said but because he thinks it's disrespectful to blow out smoke around people while having a conversation. He assumed that you might not like the smell of it.
You chuckle slightly at his blunt words,gotta admit you didn't expect him to be cheeky with you. "I see you smoking here every day and I'm just curious about you. I wanted to know why you're smoking. It's pretty shitty to do that,it's messing up your lungs,you know?
He gives you a mean look, raising an eyebrow at what you said. Really? That's your reason for approaching him? How sweet of you. He tries to hold back and not rolls his eyes at you.
If you were here to scold him on his smoking he's not interested in continuing this conversation. He sighs
"look..the reason I smoke shouldn't be any of your concern,I don't see how it's affecting you?"
He tells you,still looking at you with a weird glance. He didn't like you too much... thinking you can just jump in and comment on what he's doing. Who even are you? He doesn't know if you're also a teacher here or if you're just a hero sticking around for a bit? It's weird.
As you try to keep a conversation with him,you take notice that he's not interested in what you have to say to him. He's so mean! Why is he so mean,you just wanted to be friends! You eventually just let him be and leave, walking inside the school building.
The next time you two meet is pretty random. You were in a club not very far from your place and surprisingly izuku was there too.What the hell was a teacher doing in a club? You spot him just sitting down in a chair, sipping on his drink. You didn't know he drinks..but at the same time it's not that surprising taking in consideration he also smokes.
His green curls fall over his face, covering his eyes just a bit. You see his Adam apple moving slightly when he drinks,God he was so beautiful. Izuku could feel he was being watched,it made his stomach feel weird and it gave him an uneasy feeling. His eyes wander around the club for a bit, trying to spot who the hell is watching him.
Eventually his eyes meet yours. He stares at you for a bit, processing who you are. His face slightly frowns at the sight of you.
- chapter 2 coming soon, check out my master list
Chapter one Captured
Lance awoke with a start, the first thing he noticed was the pain, he hurt everywhere. His body was littered with cuts and bruises and he could feel that the hair that was stuck to his head was matted with sticky dried blood. The blue paladin’s breath was coming out in short wheezy pants, and he realized the he probably had a broken rib.
He didn’t want to move but he knew he needed to get a look at his surroundings and figure out what had happened. He made a move as if to sit up, and panic rose inside him when he realized that his hands were shackled tightly behind him. Brain kicking into high alert, Lance curled his knees upward and lifted his upper body off the floor, ignoring the sudden spike of pain, looking frantically around him. What he saw made his heart sink.
He was in a cold, empty, metal room, lit dimly by purple lights, A low electrical hum filled the air and displayed on the wall was a familiar sharp, four pointed symbol. He all alone, chained helplessly on a galra ship, he had been captured.
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Looking down at himself, Lance tried to piece together the events before his capture. They had gotten word from the Blade of Marmora that a distress signal had been sent from a ship somewhere in the Javeeno Star System. Knowing it was so close to where the Balmera and Shay were located, Hunk had immediately jumped at the chance, insisting they answer the call.
Shiro however, was much more skeptical, though he agreed, only on the condition that they all go as a team, a decision that turned out to be good one, as the signal had turned out to be a trap. Before they had even gotten close, they had been intercepted by Lotor and his fleet. The last thing he remembered was a frenzied battle, a sudden flash of pain, and then nothing.
He shook his aching head of the memory and glanced around, trying to think of a way to escape. He quickly noticed that his paladin armor, helmet and weapon had been confiscated and that he was wearing nothing but his skin tight body suit, a realization that made him feel uncomfortable and exposed. For comfort, his mind turned slowly to his team, he knew they would do everything in their power to find and rescue him, and that he would eventually be reunited with them, but with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that for the time being, he was on his own.
Leaning his head against the cool metal wall to find some relief from his aching head, Lance couldn’t help but think, ‘Whats gonna happene to me?’ As if on cue, the metal door suddenly opened with a metallic hiss, revealing his captor. “Lotor!” Lance hissed out, fixing the young prince with an icy glare. “Ah,” the silver haired galaran replied, a malicious grin spread across his face, “I believe you meant to say, Prince Lotor.” Strolling into the room with an air of confidence, he approached the blue paladin, who shuffled backwards against the wall, growling angrily.
“Oh come now, is that any way for a Paladin of Voltron to act?” Lotor admonished, in an almost playful tone of voice.
“As if I need to be told off by some spoiled exiled Prince!” Lance spat back, lifting himself off the ground to stand up, straining to free his arms which were still shackled behind his back.
Though his face remained impassive, Lotor felt a spike of anger at the blue paladin’s words and he stared at Lance for a few seconds, before snapping his fingers and whipping his head around to look through the open door. One of his generals, Lance believed she was called Zethrid, entered the room and, after a quick and quiet exchange between the two, Zethrid strode forward and grabbed Lance by his hair, earning her a strangled yelp, and began to drag the blue paladin out of the room.
Lotor watched the exchange leaning against the wall, an unfathomable grin on his face. “Come Blue,” he chuckled, straightening up to follow them, “let us show you the VIP treatment,” and with those final words, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.