A/N: this is my secret santa for the bnharem server! i was able to write for the lovely @burnedbyshoto! they had some great ideas and i took one and ran with it. hope you enjoy <3
SYNOPSIS: Christmas is supposed to be a magical time of the year but for some, it turns into disaster.
“shit.”
that was the only word you could repeat in your head over and over again as you slunk through the streets in the shadows, careful to keep your com snug in your ear so you could be prepared to jump in where it was needed. a huge heist broke out in one of the busiest parts of the city on Christmas Eve no less. while many families spent their time with their loved ones, baking cookies, listening to cheerful Christmas music, dancing in the multicolored glow of tree lights, you were banged up and bruised and not in a fun way.
the coms crackled and you struggled to listen, slowing your breathing and pressing the slim tech piece close to your ear. in your deep focus, you didn’t realize that the voice in your ear was warning you to move out of your position immediately and once you finally did, it was too late.
a searing blast hit you from the left, slamming you into the concrete wall and knocking the breath out of you. your ears rang as they struggled to focus on what had just happened and your eyes blinked harshly against the smoke. coughing, you slowly began to sit up, attempting to stop your head from spinning, teeth clenched as you covered your mouth to filter out the dust in the air. you had barely just regained enough strength to get up when a hand reached out to steady you, pulling you up by the armpits and straight into their arms.
“Sho-?” you questioned, finally piecing together who was holding you in a death grip against them.
“are you alright?” he finally asked, pulling you back by your shoulders to look your face over. when his eyes flickered over your state with a grimace, you knew you probably weren’t okay.
“i’ll be fine. just got the wind knocked out of me. give me a few more moments and we can head back into the thick of it.”
“you’re not heading anywhere except out of here,” he said decisively, picking you up like you were nothing and heading out of the debris quickly, eyes peeled for any potential villains still around.
you had almost just made it when he quickly dropped you back onto your feet, your hands flailing to catch ahold of his shoulders before you fell. he didn’t need to tell you to stay close. you two knew how to work together in even the worst of situations, a well-oiled machine after years of saving each other’s lives and tonight was no different.
“i’ll be fine. let’s just kick some ass and get out of here,” you reassured before spinning around and planting your feet, your back pressed against his as you watched seven assailants circle you with hungry, predatory eyes.
Shouto made the first move, sending a sheet of ice towards the weakest looking link, trapping him effectively before he even had a chance to register what was going on. the other six looked on with weary curiosity before they all charged at once.
you immediately took hold of the ice that Shouto left behind, liquifying it to whip one assailant against a wall, knocking him out cold and drenching him in freezing water. unfortunately, it seemed as if the other five actually knew how to work together as a team, moving in close so that you were at the disadvantage.
while Shouto attempted to keep most of them from moving in by using both his fire and ice, you began picking them off. the first one to slip past had little control over his quirk. he sent strange objects flying towards you but you were able to trap them in your water, hearing a satisfying thud as you whipped one back towards his head. he dropped to the ground, dead weight to his teammates now, and you turned around to find that Shouto had trapped another goon in his ice.
just three more to go.
the next one came at you so fast you didn’t have time to use your quirk. instead, as charged you with unbridled rage, you dodged, sending your fist straight up into his gut, hearing him choke and splutter behind you. his own fist came back to whip you across the head, sending shooting pain up your skull, but you just turned around to grab his shoulder with your right hand, spinning him towards you and sending your left fist flying into his face. your knee came to his stomach once more and with a thud, you headbutted him, watching as he reeled back, clutching his head. you then used the water that had gathered on the ground to slam him against the wall.
when you were able to catch your breath, you looked up to see Shouto, exhausted but alive as the last two assailants laid on the ground beneath his feet. your relief was cut short, however, when an eighth person slipped out from the shadows, striding quickly up to your lover. he quickly sent a burst of ice towards the final villain but it crumbled midair, shattered pieces scattering the ground. the man was upon Shouto before either of you could even comprehend and with one quick grasp, the villain had the battered Todoroki shrieking in pain, clutching his head and falling to the ground, blood pouring from his nose.
your own blood was pounding as you rushed the villain, not giving a second thought to what would happen to you. all you saw was the one man you loved more than anything in this world dying and you would do anything to save him. the assailant dropped Todoroki’s head and rushed towards you, dodging your fist and water whip with practiced ease, grabbing onto your head.
suddenly, you could understand why your partner was screaming so loudly. the pain was unbearable, like hot white lava coursing through your veins. immediately, you began choking on your own blood, coughing it up and trying to breathe in between spurts. you wanted to give up, to do anything to get rid of this pain that was tearing you from the inside but then you saw Shouto, crawling towards you with determination in his face, refusing to give up because he couldn’t lose you, not yet, not ever.
with his tear streaked cheeks in your vision, you managed to calm your brain enough to retaliate. you didn’t want to do this, didn’t like killing, but you would for him, would do anything to keep him alive, even at the cost of your humanity. with one shaky yet undaunted hand, you clasped the criminal’s arm, squeezing tightly. you could feel the blood pulsing underneath his skin, could feel how the veins connected throughout his body, and with your own head threatening to burst, you screamed, rupturing the blood vessels and veins in his head, his neck, anywhere you could think of. you didn’t care how he died, you just wanted to be safe, for Shouto to be safe, to selfishly live another day at the cost of someone else.
when the villain dropped to his knees, his hand released from your head and you could instantly breathe again. blood still trickled from your nose, ears and mouth but you could begin regaining some semblance of normalcy again. a warm hand grabbed your own and you flinched, relaxing once you realized Shouto had managed to stumble his way towards you. tears began spilling out of your eyes before you could stop yourself, hugging onto your lover like your life depended on it, which, in this moment, it almost did.
“i thought i lost you,” you sobbed into his chest, clutching onto him tight, breathing in his sweet scent mixed with ash and blood. “i thought you were going to die. i didn’t care what needed to be done, i had to save you, i had to make sure you were okay.”
“i was the one who should’ve protected you. i should’ve been more aware, alert, ready to attack. they shouldn’t have been able to lay a hand on you but they did and i’m so sorry,” Shouto whispered into your hair, rocking you back and forth in a vain attempt to soothe you.
your hand reached out to shakily touch his face, tracing his scar like you always did when admiring him, brushing away dirt and barely dry blood. you had truly thought that you were both going to die and that there was nothing that could be done. in that moment, nothing mattered to you except showing Shouto how much you loved him and how he alone gave you the strength to fight.
“merry fucking christmas to us,” you laughed bitterly before pressing your lips to his forehead. “i know this is not how we were planning on spending our christmas eve but i don’t want our plans to get ruined just because of what happened tonight.”
with a confused and dazed look on his face, you brought your lips to his, tongue slipping in to gently massage his gums, tasting the blood in your mouth mixing with his. maybe it was the adrenaline from the fight, maybe it was the desperation to show him how much you loved him, maybe it was the simple fact that your boyfriend was so pretty, but you couldn’t help but want to fuck him senseless.
your hands came to rest on his chest, pushing him down against the cold ground, peppering his face with kisses, down to his neck, resting on his pulse point. you felt his throat bob, felt the blood rushing through his veins, felt how hard he got underneath you. the loss of blood mixed with adrenaline left you feeling like you were going to pass out from ecstasy and things hadn’t even started. with one last nip to his neck, you worked your way down his body, pinching anywhere you could reach, taking little time to admire his body as you practically ripped his pants off.
“what are you-?” he questioned, immediately hissing as your warm mouth met the tip of his cock.
“i can’t live another second without you,” you answered honestly, eyes trained on his face as you began licking stripes up his shaft.
Shouto didn’t know what to think or do but his own mind was hazy from the blood loss and intensity of the situation. you two had almost just died, lost everything you worked towards in mere seconds, all because of his inability to protect you. that thought had him nearly crying in anger but he held it back, relishing in the feeling of you here, safe, with him. he vowed to do better, starting now.
your mouth had only been working on his cock for a couple minutes before his hand tangled itself into your hair, pulling you from him. you whined, confused and hurt, wanting to show him how much you loved him before looking into his eyes and realizing what was happening. there was so much guilt, so much anger, so much desire that you didn’t think you could look for another second.
he surged upon you with a jolt, his other hand finding purchase on your back as he began to feverishly kiss you, pulling you impossibly close to him, teeth gnashing. you were on your back in seconds, his hungry lips never leaving your body. he licked the sweat and blood that pooled down your neck, loving the way you tasted, like there was no sweeter nectar than you. he had to show you how sorry he was and how dedicated he could be, how attentive he would be, how he would never let himself live this down. you felt his frustration in every nip to your skin, every bruise he left on your body, every pinch and grasp of his hands. he was ruthless, relentless, mixing blood with saliva, coating you in dirt, soaking you to the bone.
your pants were shoved down your legs harshly, scraping against the cold ground. you shivered at the feeling of it but gasped when his spit landed on your pussy. the contrast had your back arching, a rough palm coming down on your abdomen to hold you in place. he parted your folds with cold fingers, rubbing the warm spit into your hole, fingers squelching as it mixed with your arousal and blood. he spit on his own cock, not wanting to waste another second not being inside of you. he needed to be with you, be as close to you as possible, remind you how much he loved you and how he would be there for you, just like you wanted to do to him.
his cock stretched you to the brim as it always did, but he slipped in with ease, the mix of liquids allowing him to thrust into you mercilessly. you weren’t sure what came over him or yourself even but all you knew in that moment was that you needed to be with him to the fullest extent possible.
his pace was rough, hips snapping into your own, your legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him as close as possible, lips melding together, breathing in each other’s breath, hands tangled in each other’s bodies. there was no rhyme or reason, no soft nothings whispered in ears, tender looks or soft kisses. this was to simply prove that you were both alive, both here on this earth, both there for one another in every way possible.
your legs shook, vision blurred, breath quick and labored as you approached your orgasm. Shouto was chasing his own, obsessed by your whines and moans, the solid feeling of you underneath him. he didn’t care about anything except this moment, the here and now. he would never take another moment with you for granted.
with one last rough snap of his hips, his fingers roughly rubbing your clit, you came with a cry. your gummy walls sucking him in allowed him to finish only seconds after you, his own moans finally ringing out as the adrenaline reached its peak. he collapsed on you, eyes fluttering closed and breaths shallow and you passed out right after him, letting your vision get hazy until your mind went black.
it could’ve been minutes or years before you two woke back up but the dark sky told you that you weren’t asleep for long. Shouto had already slipped out of you, clumsily pulling his pants back up before helping you, wincing as he saw all the damage to your body: some his, some the villains.
“i love you,” was all he said, pressing a kiss to your still throbbing temple before you two began shuffling out of the mess.
it took all of ten minutes to find a rescue squad and by the looks on their faces, you two were in bad shape. they attempted to help you but you two refused to part sides, not wanting to be away from each other for even a moment. the intensity of it all was wearing out and in its wake left exhaustion and pain but even as you two stumbled and struggled to get back to the medical staff, you never stopped holding onto each other. it was only when you could finally sit down and get looked at that you stepped away, fingers lingering on one another before you separated.
“hey Sho?” you called out before he left, his eyes turning to you, a tilt of his head showing that he was listening. “Merry Christmas,” you said with a cheesy salute, turning around to head to the medical tent.
it was only when you sat down and looked at your pants that you saw creamy white streaks of cum settling into the fabric. with a chuckle, you halfheartedly tried to wipe it away before shrugging, muttering to yourself about having a white Christmas after all.
Theme: Secret Santa for the wonderful WardingWind! Merry Christmas I really hope you like it thank you for the inspiration!
Pairing: Onmyōdō!Shinsou Hitoshi x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1473
A/N: Another BNHArem collab!!! I’d see the reader and Hitoshi being around their mid-late teens (at least that’s what I imagined writing) and Y/N/N means your nickname or whatever sort of half name you’d have there and I. I thought a Studio Ghibli: Spirited Away which I rewatched and cried AU was in order for this one ~ Merry Christmas~⭒
“You have to remember your name,” he told you, voice strained with urgency. “It’s the only way you’ll ever be able to leave this place.”
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Now, how many days later, you couldn’t fulfill the one thing you promised him. Yubaba had succeeded in taking your name and adding it to her extensive collection.
“It’s not your fault,” he said firmly and grasped you by the shoulders. Despite not saying a word, he knew exactly what was going through your mind.
Hito, at least that’s what you’ve known him as since you met on this cursed island, his name having been taken long before you arrived. He’s been one of the very few people— err entities you could rely on.
Hito forgot his name and how he even got here years ago, and as for you… you could only assume it had been about—
“Y/N/N, you’ve been here for two weeks, eating the food and working in the bath house. None of this is your fault.” Violet eyes bore into yours, bringing your nerves down. Hearing everyone calling you Y/N/N has made you feel uneasy. But something about the way Hito spoke your name almost convinced you that it would be okay to be called that forever, so long as he keeps calling to you.
“B-But what if I’ll never be able to—”
“Don’t say that!” You could see him mentally scolding himself for raising his voice. There’s something about that very instant that hit you like you had fallen into a coursing river. You’ve never heard him raise his voice like that, much less scold himself for doing something out of line. And you’re just now realizing the significance of the sacrifices he’s made for you since you’ve met.
You love him.
“Please, just breathe with me.” You did as he said, letting your inhalations and exhalations sync up with his. After a couple, your breath hitched as you were hit with a series of quickly flashing images— no, memories.
It only lasted a fraction of a second, and you’re left reeling, like suddenly waking up from a dream. All the frames blended together and the only certainty you’re left with in the abstract blur, is the brilliant shade of indigo. The exact color you saw when you looked up. The same indigo you felt thread through your fingers after indulging the impulse.
Although seeming a little surprised, Hito did nothing to stop you. In fact, he relaxed almost instantly before being hit with his own confusing reel of memories. Or at least you had a hunch based on his change in expression mirroring what you assumed you looked like.
Neither of you could put your finger on it, but you felt like your connection deepened in this instant and could no longer resist the yearning for that closeness to be expressed. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, causing your fingers to slide through to the nape of his neck where you hung on like your life depended on it.
What happened next, you wouldn’t have believed if someone had told you. It’s what you can only describe as an out-of-body experience where you could watch the scene of the two of you clinging onto each other frozen in time. Then, like a glitch in reality, you witnessed the same scene but with younger versions of yourselves.
Much like mere moments ago, a blur of images interrupts before resuming the scene like a snagged film reel. You seemed to be around early middle school, judging by the matching uniforms. You’re crying, and he was comforting you; holding you like he is now. The memory fast forwards to you looking up to the sky in awe as paper dolls— shikigami danced around for you in the sky as your tears dried and your whimpers turned to giggles. Shifting your focus to the boy with an unruly head of indigo hair, you saw a slight smile grow on his face as he manipulates the paper dolls just like you’ve seen him do a handful of times in the last two weeks.
How easy it was to cheer you up back then. You seemed to be around early middle school, judging by the matching uniforms— wait…
Matching uniforms? Did you know each other? Was this really a memory? Focus!
The middle school uniforms had name tags, now if only your foggy vision could clear up—
“Hitoshi!”
You remembered him now. The boy many were afraid of, but you saw only the soft glow he always emitted. To you, he was never someone to be feared for his gifts, he was someone special. And he was also someone special to you.
Then why couldn’t you recognize him when you met in this cursed place?
That’s when more memories flooded in: your best friend’s disappearance, riding your bike for hours after school looking for him, the frustration of being the only person who even remembered him to the point where you questioned if he was even real, and eventually also forgetting him.
“Y/N!”
Hearing your name being spoken by his voice is so much sweeter and satisfying than if you had found it yourself. You never thought a name could have possibly held this much meaning and impact. You disregard your earlier thoughts, you don’t ever want Hitoshi to stop calling you by your realname.
“Hitoshi…” You pulled back for only a second before burying your face in his shoulder where your tears quickly dampened his shirt. “I-I’m so sorry— how could I? H-How could I forget—”
“Stop.” He pushed you back gently by your shoulders and surveyed your trembling features. His hands slid up to hold either side of your face as his thumbs swiped at the tear tracks. He repeated himself for the last time, with a tone of finality, “It’s not your fault. Thank you for being my best friend.”
Despite him not blaming you, you weren’t quite sure if you could forgive yourself. Or if you could even call yourself his best friend. One thing you did know for sure is that regardless of the distiant or recent past, he was and would always be someone incredible. And incredibly special to you.
Choosing not to waste anymore time, you pulled yourself closer to him, and absolutely shocked him by crashing your lips into his. The slight doubt in the back of your subconscious didn’t last long as he began to kiss you back. You only separated to come up for air, keeping your foreheads connected.
“Your love broke the curse,” he whispered to you as though he was telling you a secret he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
“My love?” Hitoshi nods, and places one more soft peck on your lips. This definitely wasn’t the right moment to joke but you couldn’t help yourself. “And what about yourlove?”
He chuckled, but gave you a serious answer anyway, “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Hitoshi.”
“Now let’s get out of here.”
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⭒~ BONUS ~⭒
As you walked hand in hand across the grassy field, a thought occurred to you, “Wait.. so you’re human?”
“I-I think so— sort of?”
“What kind of answer is that?” You chuckled lightly at his weak response. You definitely don’t blame him though, he was trapped in the spirit world for a long time.
You were now in the tunnel that seemed to stretch on way longer than you recall. It wasn’t difficult to resist the urge to look back. As the sunlight shining through the entrance grew bigger, you spoke softly, afraid that an echo might disturb the peace, “What’s the first thing you want to do when we walk through there?”
His pace slowed the both of you down as he pondered his answer— clearly wanting to come up with one before reaching the entrance, albeit to no avail.
“I don’t know.”
You gave him a soft smile, and a hand squeeze before confidently walking out into the light. The bike you rode here weeks ago was now covered in leaves and forest debris— not that it was much of a hassle to clean off.
Grasping your bike by the handles, you began to ask him, “Do you remember how to…” He’d been gone for years, this felt like an unnecessary expectation to burden him with. You threw a leg over the seat and motioned for him to sit behind you, to which he complied. “I’ve decided we’re going to go on our first date now.”
“But I haven’t had enough time to get ready,” he joked, wrapping his arms securely around your torso. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh in response. Your breath held a cathartic release to it. “And my hair is a mess.”
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