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Eri: Hey Mr. Aizawa? Where do babies come from?
Aizawa: Go ask Mic.
Mic: Ask me what?
Eri: Where do babies come from?
Mic: Oh, that's easy! Bungy-jumping when the rubber breaks!
Shinso: [Laughing so hard he's choking]
Aizawa: [Spits out his coffee]
Eri: I don't get it.
Pray to Me
Pairing: Shinsou x Fem Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Gods!AU, Rough Sex, Too Many Norse Mythology References
Word Count: 8.5k
A/N: This is a part of the citrus dome server collab that can be found here! Please check out everyone else’s amazing work for this very unique smutty collaboration for the Gods!AU prompt. @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten
The frigid waters were laden with blood and ice, the salty waves licking the bows of long boats as they accosted the shores. The dark waters of the bay looked black against the fresh snow, churning oars sending sprays onto the docks as warriors returned home.
You stood among the crowds, whips of snow billowing past your reddened cheeks, your arms crossed in protection across your chest. Despite losing the men within your family to raids and battles long ago, you always came to welcome back those who were fortunate enough to receive homecoming. Upon the sails of the ships was the symbol of your earl, dancing proudly against the winds of winter as the men and women beneath them hailed their successes from summer and autumn.
High upon the prow of the leading ship was a carved figurehead, meticulously crafted in the image of Skoll, the wolf who hunts the moon. The wolf’s jaws were wide and within his wooden tongue was an etching of a crescent moon; the wolf with his prey in his maw was a symbol of Ragnarok, a symbol of the return of chaos. And upon the prow was a man you had never seen before.
The man was all shades of violet and violence. His hair was the color of crushed mulberries, the long strands pushed back and wet from the sea, so deeply purple that it looked as if you were to touch him, your palms would stain with color. Blood, russet and old, crimson and fresh, was splattered across his cheeks. A warrior’s tattoos stained the expanse of his chest and arms; the thick, blue lines were heavy and sprawling from the wood ash buried within in pale skin. And his eyes, they were purple and bright, painted with black kohl. The dark smears ran down his impressive cheek bones and curled up from his eyes, appearing catlike. The curious orbs resembled the farthest stars that lined night sky.
You expected murmurs from around the docks, but it was as if the man belonged there, towering over all the rest, hands pulling at the mouth of the wolf within the wood. He was silent power within the snow, lean and muscular, body on display as if the storm did not touch him. You felt drawn to him, like he was looking for you high upon the prow. Your feet moved before you could think. You wanted to be closer, to have those violaceous eyes upon you.
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uh hi can i request an eri head cannon w a big sisterly reader that plays w her n has tea parties w eri shinso and aizawa a lot?? thank you^^
yes you can, anon! (also, first request! tysm!)
also, i completely ignored the fact that ua are living in dorms when eri comes, so bear with me here.
tea parties with the aizawas
you were VERY concerned the first time you saw a certain purple-haired sleepyhead
of course, it would be weird if you came off this paranoid
so, you went for a:
“are you okay? you don’t look like you’ve been getting much sleep.”
shinso was used to being asked this
he averaged two to four hours per night
no wonder his eyebags were the size of golf balls
“didn’t sleep last night.”
“do you want me to take notes for you?”
“it’s fine.”
months passed by
you showered him with concern and love
it startled him for the most part
he wasn’t used to this much attention
at least from anyone other than aizawa
and eri, his new “sister”
most were fine with surface-level answers
an “i’m okay”
but you-
you went above and beyond for him
“gum? you look like you could use some.”
“you sure?”
you simply nodded in response and handed him a stick
more like forced it into his hand
and then the words came out of his mouth
“areyoufreethisfridayafterschool?”
he wasn’t thinking
oopsies
“i am, actually!”
he decided to go along with it
you seemed like the perfect sister big sisterly friend for this
“would you be interested...in coming to a tea party? a pretend one. it’s with my younger sister.”
you weren’t used to the boy being so stuttery before
he was always so put together
but you kinda enjoyed it
shinso notices the silence and tries to abort mission
“of course, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. i know that we’re not really that clo-”
“i’d love to.”
“really?
“can i bring cupcakes?”
“if you really want to.”
come friday after school
aizawa was surprised when he answered the door
the ua uniform was the first thing he noticed
was it one of shinso’s friends?
WAS IT HITOSHI’S S/O?
HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO DATE YET!!!
aizawa switched to parent mode
but all that managed to come out of his mouth was:
“who are you?”
“i’m shinso’s friend. y/l/n y/n.”
oh
BUT THEY COULD STILL BE HITOSHI’S S/O
NO SECRETS WILL BE KEPT FROM MEEEE
aizawa turns behind him
“hitoshi! did you invite someone?”
he turned back to you
“it’s for safety purposes.”
“i understand.”
shinso rushed down to the front door
“hi y/l/n.”
“i brought cupcakes. i got the red velvet ones you said your sister liked.”
you held a box in front of you
aizawa’s heart had been stolen
hitoshi thinks that eri is his sister
hitoshi has a friend
and they brought cupcakes for eri?
I WILL STILL BE WATCHING YOU, Y/L/N, NO MATTER HOW NICE YOU ARE TO MY KIDS
shinso took the cupcakes to the kitchen
“eri! y/l/n is here!” shinso tiredly shouted as he led you upstairs
“eri’s your sister?”
“yeah. they’re really excited to see you. don’t let the shyness fool you.”
“any tips?”
“just be how you were with me.”
you laughed as you guys entered the room
set up on a blanket was a set of teacups, plates, and spoons
a girl with pale blue hair and a red overall skirt was setting down a teapot
“hey, eri,” you smiled. “it’s nice to finally see you.”
the girl turned to the purple-haired boy beside you
“is that y/l/n?”
“yeah. they’re here for your tea party.”
shinso sat down at a place setting next to eri, and offered you a seat next to him
you sat down, waving to eri
eri waved back
shinso grinned and started pouring “tea”
you poured the creamer into the cups
eri dumped the whole sugar pot in shinso’s cup
“hitoshi loves sugar!” eri giggled while telling you
“really?” you question and eri nods. “i didn’t know that.”
you all take sips of your tea
shinso’s was in the middle of “buttering” a slice of “bread” when his father came up to check on you guys
the cuteness killed him
“aizawa! we saved some tea for you!” eri said
he sat next to you and eri
eri made him a cup
he drank that alongside his own cup of black coffee
you watched as he was crowned a prince (courtesy of eri)
shinso cleared his throat and put down his bread
“there’s a surprise downstairs, eri.”
“really?” eri grinned
“wanna see for yourself?”
“yeah!”
you followed the family downstairs
shinso opened the fridge and got out the box
eri squealed when she saw the contents
“red cupcakes! thank you hitoshi!”
she wraps shinso with her tiny arms and he laughs
“you really should be thanking y/l/n. they bought them for you. i just picked the flavor.”
“thanks y/l/n!”
your heart skipped a beat when she went to hug you
“you’re welcome eri-chan.”
“can i call you y/l/n-chan?”
“yeah!”
“can hitoshi call you that too?” eri giggled
your face turned as red as the cupcakes you brought
“i don’t know if he’s comfortable with calling me that, eri-chan.”
“of course he’ll be fine with it! he was calling you that before you came here!”
shinso hid his face in his hands
“don’t expose me like that, eri.”
“you can call me that if you’d like.”
shinso brings the cupcakes out of the box and offers one to everyone
“thanks for coming, y/l/n-chan.”
“you’re welcome.”
“you should come next friday!” eri bounces up and down.
“only if your dad says it’s okay.”
aizawa warmly smiles and takes a bite of his cupcake
you make both of his kids happy
“it’s okay.”
it’s safe to say that you’re coming every friday