#helped but it didn't really and one back and forth with an anon isn't really talking. bc i consider less theirpotential response

[chemicalarospec]

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[cixteenyne]

Diluc is Daddy

In honor of this, I turned it into a short little brainrot despite it not even being a request.

Enjoy

Content warning(s): use of daddy/mommy (parental role terms)! Diluc and reader are married, reader is female, breeding kink, vulgar wording (cock, pussy, the usual)!

Diluc wasn't a rough guy, well he was- but not with those he loved to his very core.

If that was as true as you wanted it to be, then you wouldn't be bent over the counter of ‘Angels Share’, a hair's breadth away from the view of prying eyes, all of them just drunk enough to pass off the creaking, slapping and groaning as roughhousing and a “bard's bad ballad” with a dry throat, because of course, what else could it be in their minds?

Diluc had a particularly meticulous day, drunkards all over the place, Charles seemingly nowhere to be found until just 3 minutes ago, 7 orders per person on a celebratory night he suddenly has to supply for? Ridiculous is his mind, and it would be just as ridiculous in yours if you were able to use it at the moment, but your brains were currently being fucked out of your eyes in the form of hushed tears and hurried breaths only faintly heard.

It was like you couldn't think straight, and you wouldn't be able to even after all of this, you never were. His cock was able to ruin you like that.

Diluc seems to make it his mission to get you both noticed, teetering on the edge of public indecency, just for the scare factor, that factor that made your pussy clench impossibly tight around him when he whispers how close you both could be to getting caught, or when you think you hear someone getting a bit too close, only for him to speed up- daring you to break your cover.

you could never tell what went on in his head in these moments. He was a man of privacy, but when he got like this? All frustrated, annoyed and overworked, he seemed to toss all of those privacy ideals out the window just to enjoy you to your fullest, never caring about who interrupted, he knew he'd just keep going, and possibly go even harder, faster- deeper. 

It was a miracle the counter wasn't shaking from the sheer force of his cock hitting the deepest parts it could, He would always apologize when he was like this,

you didn't know what he was apologizing for really, for not being able to fit all of himself inside your needy cunt? For being so rough? For not being able to help himself when you did your best to get away from prying ignorant eyes.

He always had some body part on you, his cock was already impossibly filling you, but that wasn’t enough, he needed to be closer, melt into you, merge with you until your body was able to know him and react to him as well as his did yours.

His chest always pressed into your back, a hand on your hips, keeping you in place, making sure you'd never want to leave him. Trying to quell the slight shivers of the counter, placing a steady hand on the edge he had you placed on.Kisses everywhere you could think of, he wanted you to know he was remorseful for his roughness, but that didn't mean he was sorry enough to stop the relentlessly delicious pace of his hips slamming back and forth, seemingly trying to push something that isn't there inside of you.

And he was.

Ever since he'd put a ring on it, you were his, he'd claimed you in body, soul, and mind, everything else had been checked off, but until you were full of his children? That could never be crossed off the list.

you were going to make him a daddy, you would be such a pretty little wife, a mommy to his child, that he put inside you, something no one else can do.He repeated his mission as if it would speed it up, and maybe it would “F-…..uck, make me a’daddy baby” 

A whisper of a mantra he didn't dare break, his breath mixing with his voice as it cracked and broke under the intense load he was holding back. he would make you a mommy and he would be daddy.

Diluc is indeed daddy Anon.

(Please do not copy!! Inspiration I will let slide…just let me know! Yea you can still reblog bbg ahaaa😜.)

[princelylove]

Dear prince,

I have come again because I cannot ignore your callings any further. (I'm the anon that requested the jotaro hcs and prosciutto with model darling) sorry they were a bit tame, I have so much I wanna ask but don't. Partly because I get so nervous and giddy while thinking of sending them and partly because I forget to.

Anyways, I've been thinking of sending you an ask about the more doting yanderes e.g. Bruno, Jonathan and whoever else comes into your mind with a little 'miss independent' darling. They get so offended and pouty when their captor tries to help them or do something for them, thinking it's an act of underestimation and thinking they aren't capable enough and have to be babied. (How will the yanderes handle this? Maybe even a bit of brat taming?)

– 💝🪤 darling

There's no need to be shy about it. I'm fairly happy to humor requests, even if they're on the tame side. I do wish I'd receive some odd ones, though. Variety is fun.

Wellll. Do you like to be restrained? Because this is like begging to be given less and less privileges, assuming their darling is already safe and sound in their 'home.'

Bruno loves you a lot. He wishes he understood what he's doing wrong- spouses are supposed to relax when their man is home!

He gets fairly frustrated early on. It's agitating, if he's being honest. Bruno doesn't know how to punish this kind of behavior- his instinct is to bend you over his knee and make you count how many times he spanks you, but that's probably just going to give him more problems long term. You won't relax in front of him if he's hit you before, and the goal is to make you want to roll on your back for him...

Maybe he can't hit you, but he can scold you. Bruno exists to help you, please just let him handle the dangerous things, even if it's just cutting up some fruit. Knives aren't a joke!

He goes through a few stages before he lands on proper scolding. First, he tries to bribe you. Then, he tries to reason with you.

"Come on, amore. This is for your own good. What can I do to help you through this?"

Since neither of those work, it seems he has no other option than to chide you.

Jotaro wishes you would just shut up and behave. You're such a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that? He regrets how he handled taking you home. Maybe if he were nicer, you wouldn't behave like a spoiled brat that acts out for his attention.

Yeah, he's fully convinced it's an attention thing. You're just fucking with him. Obviously you're pouty and whiny because he's been busy lately, so... sorry. He'll be around more, ok? No need for all of this whining and screaming and crying shit, it's annoying as hell.

Yeah, sure, you can take care of yourself. He's not doing that. He's checking you. You're not a baby, sure, he never said you were. Can you just lift your shirt up already? He needs to check for bruises again.

You can expect any verbal resistance to be met with.... verbal resistance. Jotaro is unsurprisingly quick witted, and can be pushed a little before he starts to find it annoying. He'd prefer you to be docile and happy about it, but Jotaro can see a little back and forth as fun. Maybe. It depends.

When you really piss him off and aren't cooperating in the slightest, he's less fun about it. His ability to stop time comes in handy when his favorite brat thinks they can get away with not humoring his paranoia checks. If you're not going to play nice, Jotaro will just violate any sense of privacy you were clinging to before this. Fine, ok. Make him be the asshole because you don't want to do something simple like let him see your arms or stomach.

He offers no comfort afterwards, because he didn't do anything wrong. Maybe if you listened to him, you'd understand. The house rules aren't up for debate.

... Yes, he still wants to sleep with you tonight and to tuck you in nicely. That isn't up for debate either.

[limbuscompanysituations]

Now I'm your "pretty please anon". I would like to see a situation where everyone in the unit decided to celebrate something and get drunk. Maybe even Vergil? The only sober ones are Dante and Charon, because Charon is driving, and Dante just can't (but they really wants to). pretty please

An important clarification, if you can write this as a situation, not as headcanons (if you find it difficult, then choose the second option), I would like to see it from a sober person, that is, from Dante

Sorry anon, Vergilius isn't getting drunk this time...

They had a successful day hunting another distortion, so when the sinners asked Dante for a little time to unwind before going back to the bus, they couldn't say no. Vergilius gave them a look, but instead of saying anything, he smiled. Dante should have interpreted that gesture as a warning; more precisely a bad omen. They were known for being oblivious to certain cues, unfortunately.

They arrived at the restaurant of the sinners' choice earlier, and once everyone voted on paying the meal out of their paychecks, everything started going off the rails. They were so excited to be doing something other than killing things and going back to the bus corridor that Dante couldn't say a thing. They counted on the sinners being able to exercise a little caution and good sense. They were expecting them to drink responsibly. Oh what a series of terrible decisions.

Right now the three tables that the sinners occupy are absolutely chaotic, all of the restaurant's patrons have steered clear of their corner. That's good because then nobody will be picking fights with strangers, but that doesn't say a thing about picking fights with each other.

< Guys, please calm down... > They try to reach out to Heathcliff and Ishmael who have been barking drunken insults back and forth for five minutes. Their words don't get through and they can't help but wonder if they'll need to rewind sometime soon.

It is Outis who steps in on their behalf to placate the fight but she's just as intoxicated and ends up joining the argument. In the midst of this battlefield, somehow, Yi Sang disappeared.

Dante walks by a Don Quixote who's joyfully reciting a speech from one of the many series she enjoys. The staff was smart enough not to let them in with their weapons, so she's wielding a spoon. Valliantly brandishing it into the air, standing on top of a table. Her performance could bring tears to anybody's eyes. It doesn't even look like she's drunk, but they know it.

Gregor lays with his head on the exact same table she stands on, his glasses are resting near his face. He covers his eyes with a hand while he groans. Hong Lu is right by his side, eyes sparkling as he applauds the play before him and pokes Gregor, calling his attention so they watch Don Quixote's performance together. Dante didn't have the presence of mind to suggest that Gregor moves to a less... eventful table.

Eventually they find their way to the table where Faust and Meursault still sit, sipping their drinks quietly while they watch the events unfold. This is where Yi Sang was, and from where he disappeared.

< A-are you sure you haven't seen him go anywhere...? > Dante asks them. Faust and Meursault give them looks of pity.

"The executive manager hasn't found him yet, Meursault." Faust says and Meursault frowns, "Pay."

"Most unfortunate." Meursault replies and with a sigh reaches for his wallet.

< YOU WERE BETTING ON THIS?! > Dante exclaims while they watch the transaction conclude.

"He's under." Faust says cryptically and then leans on the table with a slight smile.

< If only you gave me precise directions... ah, wait. > Under? Realization finally hits them.

They crouch under the table and there is Yi Sang. He's curled on the floor, looking slightly green but otherwise unharmed. Dante almost sighs in relief, but behind their back, Don Quixote's 'play' has grown livelier and louder.

Somehow Don Quixote managed to pull Ryoshu onto the 'stage' and gave her a spoon, goading her to fight a fictional battle. Sinclair has climbed the table in hopes of disengaging them, but his voice is not going through. Don Quixote and Ryoshu face each other, ferocious looks in their eyes.

Were it another person, Dante wouldn't worry too much, but knowing Ryoshu, they are certain she is capable of inflicting bodily harm even with a spoon. They quickly apologize to Yi Sang in their mind and rush to help Sinclair.

On another table, Rodion joined the arguing trio of Heathcliff, Ishmael and Outis. Unlike Outis, she didn't join in with the intent of placating, instead Dante could observe her give small malicious comments that seemed to stoke the flames of discord. They make a mental note to bring that up in a future consultation, but decide that Ryoshu vs. Don Quixote is a bigger problem currently. That's until Ishmael lifts a chair.

< Ishmael, no! > They take a detour and hurry to the ginger's side.

From the table where he safely sits with Charon, Vergilius frowns.

"Tick-Tock seems to be in trouble." Charon comments while she eats Vergilius' dessert.

"Hm..."

"It is loud, Vergie." She complains.

"Yes, we will be going back to the bus soon."

"Yay." She replies without any visible excitement.

Vergilius told himself he wouldn't interfere unless they started breaking down the restaurant. They're almost there, of course, but not yet. It's good to let Dante make these decisions on their own, after all if he continues babying the manager and their sinners, none of them will learn a thing. He sighs and keeps an eye on the commotion, not moving a single finger to help the struggling executive manager.

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

I'm so glad I found your account! You guys are very talented <33

I know canonically Mortdecai isn't, uh, amazing with kids but what if a Marigold members daughter started hanging around the building (like Ivy did when she was younger) and she reminded Mortdecai of one of his sisters (Esthers moodiness or Roses cheeriness)? I'd love some headcanons about the scenario^^

I wasn't going to write this until later but I absolutely had to jump ahead of schedule and write this because it nagged at my mind almost all week. You even started an AU for the other mods and I, anon. This little idea is so tasty and adfghfgferhrj

You are the biggest brain and I hope you don't mind that me and Iphiko (and maybe even Rory!) had a little taste of this drink ourselves first. Different bottle, don't worry, we haven't touched any of what's in your hand right now

Also thank you so much for your kind words! I'm really glad you guys are enjoying these things (as if the inbox flooding wasn't proof enough), it makes us Lackadaisy Moonshiners so happy and gives me an excuse to keep writing. You're all awesome!

At first, it almost stings. He still remembers Ivy, after all; her wandering around following Viktor or whoever caught her eye whenever she could. It was cute. Adorable, even.

But Mordecai seems to be the target of this little beast's attention. And no amount of waving her off, gently pushing her away with his foot or annoyed threats will get her to pick someone else.

The Savoys are enamored with the little bugger. Serafine started calling her "Bébé Couteau" (Baby Knife) after being allowed to teach her some knife tricks (why Asa let them put a knife in the hands of a kitten, Mordecai will never know) and Nico picked up the habit of startling the little girl by picking her up and spinning with her...Which slowly evolved into throwing her across the bloody bar into Serafine's arms after an accident that resulted in the kitten getting yeeted by a distracted Nico (apparently she loved it (and to Serafine's credit, she ran like Hell to catch her); so it's not exactly safe but it's okay??)

Several speakeasy attendees mistake her to be Mordecai's kitten since she's always hanging around him (and especially so if she's a Tuxedo cat). It probably doesn't help that he loudly objects to the twins throwing the kitten back and forth like a football and has even ripped her out of their arms once or twice

They also (correctly) assume that he calls the shots when it comes to her. If she's making trouble or is heading somewhere that she shouldn't be, someone has to work up the courage to tell that ferocious shadow of Asa's. It's him, the queen cat that looks like she's constantly considering stabbing you or the heartthrob at the bar vicious son of a bitch who always looks like he knows that he's better than you

It's an unspoken rule between the three that Mordecai's word is law when it comes to the kitten. He hates this and is sure that they just use this as another excuse to tease him.

Asa scares the Hell out of the poor little thing. He tried greeting her once and she burst into tears and ran to Mordecai so he could protect her. The twins thought this was hysterical: the kitten adores the ground Mordecai walks on, laughs at Serafine's threats and thinks Nico throwing her at a soft target as hard as he can is the bee's knees; but Asa Sweet-the big fat cat with the softest features out of all of them-scares the living daylights out of her.

Mordecai thinks the kitten has a good judge of character sometimes. If it wasn't for her love of the chaotic duo he'd say that out loud

They brought the kitten along to a "meeting" once when she were sick with a fever. She cried when Mordecai left the car and Serafine refused to leave until she was comforted or at least sleeping, so (after some arguing and sweet-talking) Mordecai went back for her. When he didn't leave the vehicle for a few minutes, the Savoys went on without him.

They came back to find him reading a book, the kitten snuggled up against his side and sound asleep tucked under his coat and arm. The soft look in Morde's eye told Nico that maybe this wasn't the time to be teasing him.

This didn't stop Serafine. Mordecai hasn't heard the end of that event. (Asa also gave him some Hell for leaving the twins to do the dirty work, but Serafine and Nico shut him down pretty quickly-they found whatever crate he wanted, no witnesses are around to tell the tale, the job was done just fine and the kitten needed him more than they did. Shut up, Mr. Sweet.)

Whoever's daughter the kitten is, they'd better learn to deal with Mordecai becoming her guardian angel of death. If she doesn't have a parent and just wandered in somehow, she's gonna end up with something better: an aunt that'll teach her to kill and how to stay strong, an uncle that'll toss her around like a hot potato and teach her to be fearless and another uncle that'll pretend to not care for her until someone looks at her the wrong way.

Mordecai, Serafine and Nico. Probably the worst-fitting cats to be any kind of parental figures, yet ones that will guard a mutually-adopted kitten until their final breaths-whether they'll admit to it or not.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

how would main 6 react if mc were a mermaid???

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a merfolk MC

~ thanks so much anon, this is a prompt I never would have thought of on my own and I'm loving how fun it is! enjoy ~

While it certainly influences how you function, being merfolk isn't the biggest deal to you. Vesuvians live in a bustling port city, with the world's most unusual people setting up shop on their doorsteps. They don't bat an eyelash at people of other species.

At first you refrained from mentioning it because you didn't have any memories and weren't ready to open that can of worms while you were still relearning to walk. By the time your shop had two mysterious visitors in one night, the people around you didn't know because you had no reason to go swimming with anyone and you never brought it up. You could change back and forth at will pretty easily, so you never associated anything unpleasant with it, besides how messy bath time could get if you felt the need to polish your scales.

Julian

It was your turn to clean the house, and you thought you'd take advantage of the dirty bathroom floor and do some tail maintenance

You avoided doing this when it was his turn because it really did make a big mess and you felt bad having him clean it up

So you're really getting in there (it's been over a month), removing dull and chipped scales, scraping out the gunk that's built up, scrubbing and polishing and making chaos

And then you hear his loud "I'm hooooome!" as the front door slams closed, and you respond with "in the bathroom!", and it's not until you're making eye contact with a gaping doctor that you realize

You forgot to tell him

And also the bathroom looks like a sea debris tornado hit it

He's got a million questions running through his mind, since when were you merfolk, why didn't he know this about you, was he not paying close enough attention, were you shy about it for some reason, whoah that's cool anatomy, why are there scales everywhere, if you're not wearing anything on your tail does that mean it's naked

He only manages a small squeak

You laugh and apologize for not telling him sooner, it just slipped your mind

He spends the next hour watching you groom, the doctor in him asking so many questions (with your permission) about how it works

It will hit him later that he's a pirate in love with a merfolk and the dramatic appeal of it will make him insufferable for weeks

Asra

They already knew, they've been one of your closest friends for years

The crazy part was when you woke up without any memories after he brought you back, and that meant that you didn't know

It's been its own challenge to take care of you this first week, you're disoriented and dysfunctional, and they're so relieved to have you back, but they don't have any experience with caring for someone in your state

So yeah, it was a week before he decided to try giving you a proper bath

It's going smoothly, you were surprisingly chill when they lowered you into the water

But for the first time you are feeling yourself submerged, and you're suddenly aware of the sensation of wanting to stretch out your legs after being curled up, so you do

Now Asra's turning around from grabbing the soap to see you thrashing wildly, tail out and very startled by what your body is doing

He's able to calm you down and help you figure out how to switch back and forth, but he's also noticing the state your tail is in

You had spent all your time before the plague caring for others, and it's been sitting dormant since you woke up, it needs the same rehab that the rest of your body does

But what breaks their heart the most is how your scales are all dull, some of them cracked or chipped or peeling, and they don't know the first thing about tail care, and clearly neither do you at the moment

Which is why every merfolk trader in Vesuvia knows his name now

They spent countless afternoons in the markets asking questions, taking notes, and collecting the right products

He doesn't mind the mess, which is why he never thinks to help you clean it up

Nadia

She has been wanting to take you to her childhood haunts since she met you, and now it's finally happening!

It's been months since she suggested it, you've both been very busy rebuilding Vesuvia, and she likes planning things out so they'll be perfect

But now you're taking a week at her summer palace getaway by the sea, and you literally don't have any memories of the last time you were able to swim somewhere like this

As soon as she's ready to go down to the water with you you're diving in

To say you're ecstatic is an understatement

You're very happy living as a human, but right now you're really getting to experience your roots and it's incredible

Nadia's surprised, to say the least

You never mentioned it, she never noticed any signs of it, is this why you eat so much seafood?

Should she instruct the palace chefs to expand your food options? Should she facilitate more moments like this where you can swim? Does your tail need regular exercise? Why didn't she see this when you used her bath?

Now you're circling back to the sand to invite her in with you, and realizing that you didn't give her any warning that you'd take off like that

She approaches you with a list of questions, but they die in her throat when she sees you in your element

You're glowing from the exercise, your face is shining with excitement and happiness, and your form in the water is the most breathtaking thing she's ever seen

She'll take your hand and let you pull her through the water

She makes multiple adjustments when you get back to the palace to make sure you're well provided for

Muriel

He lives off of the land, nobody is more comfortable with non-human species than he is

Though he doesn't interact with many water affiliated species, he's a trees and rocks kinda guy

He could sense that you weren't fully human from the time he met you, but he never thought it was worth bringing it up

You are you, whatever that is, just the fact that you run a shop and talk to people all day long is way more remarkable to him

But he does notice after a while of living together that you begin to get antsy, you keep stretching out your legs and taking weirdly big breaths

You end up suggesting to him that the two of you go down to the shore a little ways away from the city to camp over night

He's happy to do that, if that's what's been bothering you

Really, you just want full access to a body of water. Muriel doesn't have a tub anywhere in the hut and the forest is all streams, you haven't been able to swim or clean up properly in weeks

You'd been planning to help him set up camp when you arrived, but just the sight of the sun glinting off of the waves has you sprinting to the shoreline

As soon as he sees the way you dive in and shift, it clicks for him

Now the restlessness makes sense, why didn't you say anything earlier?

He's very happy to get everything organized by himself, you do come back and offer to help but he sends you back to the water with a shy request for eel, if you can find it

You do find it, and you have a delicious dinner together

He builds you a bath outside where the water can flow through it

He goes with you to the shore every time you need to take care of your tail now to watch you swim (and help you carry back the eels)

Portia

She had her suspicions before you two even got together

She grew up on the coast and spent years on a pirate ship, she's plenty familiar with what merfolk are like

She just noticed all the little clues, exactly like a detective from one of her favorite books

The unusually fluid way your chest moved when you inhaled, your preference for fresh seafood, the way you always folded your legs together when you were resting, your uncanny sense of smell

She was a little surprised that you never talked about it, but she figured maybe living as a human was your personal preference or perhaps you had bad memories associated with it

So she never brought it up, and you never thought to tell her

One afternoon the two of you are strolling through the marketplace together, picking up groceries and odds and ends to have around the cottage

She's keeping an eye out for new toys for Pepi, and then she hears you casually mention that oh yeah, you're running low on polish

What silver polish, there's tubs of it at home

Oh, scale polish, that makes sense - wait - you're talking about your tail, this is new, Arcana help her how does she respond

You see her fumbling and realize you never mentioned it before, and now you're both frantically explaining yourselves to each other in the middle of the marketplace

As soon as she realizes you're comfortable being open about it, she's all in

She clears her schedule for "tail day" every few weeks and will sit on the bathroom floor with you, hair tied up and sleeves rolled back, helping you reach all the tricky spots and telling you stories so you don't get bored

Lucio

He didn't really find out in the best moment

He doesn't know something unless you spell it out for him, so the concept of you being anything besides human never came close to touching his brain

So to say he was blindsided is an understatement

The two of you were on one of your more intense jobs, cornering and freeing a villager who'd accepted a deal with a demon and subsequently gone crazy

The sheepish look he gave you when you first got the details of the assignment will make you smile for years

Anyways, you two are perfectly suited for the job

He's in charge of tracking and trapping your target, and then while they're distracted, you'll leap in and break their chains

At least that's how it was supposed to go

The target noticed you too early and cast a spell to revert you to your true form, since they could sense you were using some kind of magic to appear as you did and assumed they were calling a bluff

You can still use magic in mer form, it's just awkward to do so sprawled across a leafy forest floor

You free the villager easily since they're so caught off guard, but the spell's effects linger for another hour

Lucio has to carry you back with an apologetic villager trailing behind you

At first he's a little hurt, why were you hiding such a pretty thing from him?

But once you tell him it slipped your mind to mention it, he's all over it

Now he regularly begs you to shift for him anytime it's remotely convenient, so he can admire and play with your tail some more

[zoeykallus]

Hello There! Hope your doing okay lately ❤️. If you’re taking anons, would you be able to do a Hunter x reader confession fic? Thanks so much 😀

Aloha! Let's see what I can do for you 🙂

Hunter x Reader One-shot - The Way You Look At Me

Fluff

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You sense that someone is watching you, and when you look up from your holobook, you just see Hunter hurriedly looking in another direction. Confused, you frown. You've noticed a lot of this lately. Naturally, you wonder what it's all about.

You stand up and approach him, when you speak to him, he almost jumps out of his skin, startled.

"Hey Hunter!"

He hastily turns to face you. He seems jumpy, nervous, but tries by hook or by crook to appear nonchalant. However, you notice that he doesn't know what to do with his hands, first he thrusts them into his hips, then he crosses them behind his back, tries to put them into his pants pockets, which aren't even there, finally he just tries to keep still when he realizes that he's about to embarrass himself in front of you.

"Hey," he finally says.

"Did I scare you?" you ask with a small smile.

Hunter makes a deliberative hand gesture and says, "No, not exactly. Can I help you?"

"Maybe."

His brows move up questioningly.

You decide to be open and direct. Your heart beats fast in your chest, and you are aware that he knows this. Hunter's gaze becomes a tiny bit more curious, more penetrating.

"Yes?" he inquires, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

His dark eyes are literally scanning you.

"I've noticed something lately," you finally say.

Hunter looks at you questioningly.

"Oh yeah, and what would that be?"

"The way you look at me."

You see him swallow, and your pulse quickens once more. He unknots his arms again, fiddles nervously with his bandana, and pushes a strand of his long dark hair behind his right ear.

"The way I look at you?" he repeats, clearing his throat, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

With a careful, shy smile, you explain, "I've noticed that you watch me when you think no one sees. Like just now, two minutes ago."

Hunter clears his throat again.

"Uh- really?"

He scratches the back of his head, tugs at his bandana again.

"Yeah, really," you say, your smile widening a little.

He sighs softly and smiles gently.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you nervous."

You softly shrug your shoulders and reply, "You didn't make me nervous."

Hunter's eyes jump back and forth for a moment, as if unsure of the meaning of your words, searching for an answer, somewhere around him.

"I didn't?"

You shake your head gently.

"No, you didn't. I was wondering what it was all about though"

"He's in love with you" Tech's voice comes from behind Hunter, you hadn't seen him at all as he kneels behind the junk speeder he's fixing for Cid.

The tall, lean Batcher stands up, adjusts his goggles, and looks at the two of you.

Hunter looks like he's been struck by lightning, eyes widened, hands clenched into fists, shoulders stiffened.

"What?" you ask in surprise.

Tech repeats, "He's in love with you. Isn't that obvious? Dilated pupils whenever he looks at you or hears your voice, he watches you a lot. He also exhibits uncharacteristic nervous behavior when he communicates with you. I would say that's very noticeable."

"Tech," Hunter grumbles out of the corner of his mouth. "Would you please stay out of this conversation and get back to work".

The two men stare at each other silently for a moment until Tech shrugs his shoulders and indifferently turns his attention back to the speeder.

You can tell Hunter is suppressing a curse or two, and he has a hard time holding your gaze as he looks at you again.

"Well," he says quietly with a nervous laugh, relaxing his shoulders and hands as best he can, "I guess the cat's out of the bag."

Astonished, you look up at him.

"Oh, I didn't really expect that," you say honestly.

Hunter's gaze becomes uncertain.

"Is that… a problem?"

The smile comes back to your lips, then you gently shake your head.

"No, it's not a problem. More like an interesting twist that I'd like to explore further"

Hunter's eyes grow wide, a soft blush tracing his cheeks.

"A date… I mean would you? Go on a date with me I mean," he stammers.

"Yes I would."

Hunter breathes a sigh of relief, almost as if he had been holding his breath until just now.

As the two of you set up a time to meet and you retreat again, Hunter says quietly, "Tech, I owe you one"

The one addressed looks out from behind the speeder with an 'I told you so' look.

Hunter smirks.

"It really worked, thank you"

Tech adjusts his goggles and says, "Don't mention it."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[unluckywisher]

holy shit so this is a first for me but uhh…

nero x mc!reader where it goes from co-workers to close friends to lovers but reader is the most sexually and relationship-ly inexperienced mf alive

you get to write what nero will be like in this scenario cuz i trust your vision 🫡

(ps can i be 🤡 anon)

YESSS NEROOOO LET'S GOOO 🙂‍↕️💜🫡 i made the reader hella oblivious i'm sorry if they come off as dumb. also i made this really awkward. (why is this so LONG. HELP🧍‍♀️) NSFW WARNING!!!

You both had been coworkers for a short time. It was easy, really, he didn't bother you and you didn't bother him.

One day there was a Hunters Association event where it was mandatory to attend (otherwise, he wouldn't have gone).

It was a charity event, where a few items were being auctioned.

It didn't really interest you, so you went to find the counter where they were serving free drinks and ordered something light.

There, away from the crowd of people, was also Nero. Sitting at one of the tables, alone, on his phone.

You didn't want to seem like a bad coworker, so you approached him to greet him. Just a short greeting.

He looked up from his phone and nodded as a way of acknowledgment.

"You aren't with the rest?" He asked. The tone was more of surprise than curiosity.

"I don't plan on bidding on any of the stuff, so..."

You ended up sitting at his table, agreeing to be each on their own phone in silence. It was oddly nice, if a bit awkward.

The next day at work, Nero seemed to have warmed up to you a bit.

While on your break, the coffee machine finished pouring yours while you were throwing something away, and Nero passed it to you to get his.

One time, you helped him fix the printer after it got stuck.

They were simple gestures, but they were new.

Little by little, every day, you got closer.

Until some time later, when it became a habit to hang out together.

Now, Nero's crush on you was very obvious to everyone. Everyone except you. Mostly because you have never had any relationships, and you don't want to assume he feels something more for you.

It's really frustrating when he invites you to go to the cinema and you suggest bringing the rest of your friends, or when he brings you some pastries and you share them with everyone at the office.

To be fair, he isn't being clear with his feelings either. He is still a very shy mess.

In any case, he persists. And this time, he has a plan so you'll go out on a date with him on your own.

His master plan: The next charity event.

He has hopes that it will be just like the last time, and you will both end up alone together again.

It works. You order your drink and sit at his table.

He's been hyping himself up the whole week, practicing what he was going to say...

"I need to tell you something."

"Hm? What's up?" You say casually, with no inclination of where this conversation is going.

He looks down and fidgets with his hands, "You are an amazing friend, and I hope that this won't change anything between us if you don't feel the same, but... I like you."

You tilt your head, "I like you too, Nero! You're also an amazing friend."

Okay, that's not what he meant.

"No, no, I like you as more than a friend..."

Oh. You stared at him. And stared. You blushed. "Wait, what?"

"I-if you don't feel the same, that's okay! I just... Wanted to get it off my chest..."

Could it be? You hadn't really thought about it until now, you hadn't given yourself the opportunity to consider if you liked him, since relationships never usually worked out for you but now... Maybe you felt the same.

"I... I think..." You looked around, flustered. What were you supposed to say? Every word sounded embarrassing in your head. "I... Like you, too..."

"You do!?" He almost stood up.

It was a very back-and-forth repetitive conversation, honestly, with both of you going 'you like me? are you sure? in a romantic way?' several times at each other.

He reached across the table and shakily took your hand in his. You both sat there, looking down, blushing, hand in hand, in silence, for several minutes.

And that was that.

The next day at work, neither could look at the other in the eye. Him, out of embarrassment. You, because you didn't know how you were supposed to act. Did he expect you to come over and give him a kiss? Should you go and kiss his cheek?

You did. "G-good morning, Nero..."

He froze and slooowly looked up at you. "Good... Morning..."

You were about to turn and leave, when he stood up from his desk and kissed your cheek in return.

The first week of you being a couple, that's all you did. Holding hands and kisses on the cheek.

The second week, though, Nero got a little impatient. He wanted a proper kiss. Unless you said no, of course.

You ready to leave work, the office almost empty, when he called you over.

"Hey... I'm fine with taking it slow, but I was wondering, if you might want to- To, um..." He pushed up his glasses. "To kiss? An- an actual kiss I mean. On the lips."

You turned red. Part of you had been dreading this, since you didn't know how to kiss, but you also knew you wanted to kiss him, and you would have to do it at some point.

You nodded faintly. He gulped.

His lips pressed to yours. ... ... Oh, right, you had to close your eyes. Five seconds passed. ... Were you... Supposed to do something? Both of your bodies stood a bit apart, his hands on your shoulders being the only point of contact apart from your lips. He pulled back. That wasn't how you expected a kiss on the lips to feel. He was the first to speak.

"Uh... Have you ever... Kissed someone before?" "No..." "R-really? Me neither..." "Uh..." "I think... We did something wrong." "Maybe we can try again tomorrow...?" You felt so embarrassed, you couldn't do that again right now. He agreed.

The next day. Oof, the next day. He had watched so many videos on how to kiss, he had ended up watching porn, and one thing led to another, he jerked off to the thought of you. He couldn't face you.

You asked him if he wanted to try the kiss again and he just shook his head, flustered. He was scared of getting hard.

That whole week, he avoided you. You started to get worried. What if the kiss had been so bad that he wanted to break up with you? No! The relationship would be over before it started! You had to do something!

You invited him over to your house with the premise of needing his help setting up a program in your computer. He was nervous to be in your house, but also eager.

Before his visit, you had looked up kissing tutorials. You hadn't gone as far down into the rabbit hole as him, though. Just kissing.

And so, as soon as he stepped into your house, you didn't give him time to react - you kissed him.

This time it was a lot better than the last, since you both knew what to do. Still, it took him a moment to realize what was happening. It lasted longer and was sweeter, your lips finally moving against each other.

He pulled back a bit breathless, "...what did you invite me over for?" Oooooh his mind was in the gutter.

You said, very confidently, without knowing what you were getting into, "To do couples' stuff."

It was overrrrrrrrr. So over for you.

"You really... You want to... Oh... I also want to. I didn't know if you would be okay with us doing that..."

Bless the lack of communication in this relationship.

He kissed you again, his arms around you. He pushed you deeper into your apartment, both of you landing on the couch. It escalated into a full make out session, with you keeping up as much as you could.

He was on top of you, face red, glasses almost falling off. He breathed, "You are so attractive... I-I'm not sure where to start... Um... Should I take off my clothes? Or yours? I-I don't know."

Wait, wait, take off his clothes?? Oh dear. Technically, this was 'couples' stuff', but it was going faster than you thought. You weren't completely against it, though. There was a strange heat coursing through you after all that making out.

"I don't k-know either."

Messily, you took each other's clothes off, blushing every time a new patch of skin got revealed.

His hard dick is revealed and you just stare at it. In awe? It's difficult to know what you're thinking from his perspective, but you're actually kind of entranced. That thing is... Supposed to go inside you, right?

Since he watched porn, he's a bit more aware of what he needs to do. Still, what he saw was far from reality.

"This might um... Hurt." He said, at least. You nodded. It couldn't hurt that much. People did this all the time.

Not without effort, he aligned himself with your entrance and slid the tip in. Oh. Okay. That's actually a bit uncomfortable. You winced, and he stopped.

"Are you okay?" "...I think so. It's just... bigger than I thought... Or... I'm smaller than I thought...? Does it hurt for you?" "N-no, it actually feels really good." "Oh... Do you mind going slowly?" The definition of awkward sex if there ever was one, really.

After quite a number of minutes, that got unbearable for him, he managed to get somewhat in. He didn't want to hurt you anymore, so he settled for not burying himself up the hilt.

Then, he began to move. It wasn't as pleasant at first as you thought, but you eventually set into a rhythm that wasn't that bad. You were nowhere near to cumming, but at least it was bearable.

Just as it got a bit interesting, with you both kissing again, he pulled back, slid his dick out and came all over your stomach with a string of moans.

"You... You finished?" You asked. "Y-yeah... You didn't?" You shook your head. Welp. "Sorry."

Luckily, the video he watched also had an oral sex portion, which he promptly used as a guide to help you finish. It took him... A bit... Since you weren't sure what you were 'chasing' exactly, as you had never had an orgasm, but it soon felt... Pretty good.

Your breathing got labored, and you bucked your hips towards him instinctively towards him, and soon you were crashing down that same slope as him.

Once you recovered he kept asking if you had actually cummed, and if you had enjoyed it, and if you would want to do it again, which felt a bit overwhelming after all of that. You felt really embarrassed and exposed.

"C-can we talk about that later...? I want to just, I don't know, rest together?" You said timidly.

He nodded, understanding that he was being too much. He hugged you and you both laid on the couch, growing to feel comfortable with being in such an intimate setting.

You both still had so much to learn...

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hey Hazel, 🎱 Anon Here.

Glad your book has its first draft. And glad you're doing an event to celebrate. These stories are wonderful thanks to you.

May I have a Ritual of Protection for Ganyu? Using Angelite, Black Tourmaline, Cinnamon, and Feverfew?

Angelite (gentleness, healing), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Cinnamon (love and prosperity), Feverfew (sickness, accidents) Ganyu x gn reader | Protection Ritual warning: sick Ganyu T>T, fluff

"You have to rest," you said for the twentieth time.

"I must return and honor what has been asked of me. I cannot - um - the papers."

"You can work on all of that later. First, rest." You eased her back into the bed, being careful to avoid the confused whipping of her head as she gathered her surroundings. It was hard enough to get her to return to her room, now you were struggling with having her stay there.

"I didn't finish my assignment."

"They'll understand."

"I - perhaps if I take only a moment." You tilted your head, eyes narrowed as you crossed your arms. Ganyu hesitated, frowned, and laid back down. "A-alright. But only for a while."

In her mind a while was less than a few minutes so you had to be prepared. As the secretary for the Liyue Qixing she was rather skilled at verbal debates, though her confidence always rattled her. With her in such a vulnerable state, it was likely she'd be taken even more advantage of - and you refused to let that happen.

You pressed the back of your hand against her forehead, she was hot but you weren't really sure if that was normal for a half-adeptus. Hopefully, you'd find time to go to the Pharmacy and gather something that would help her.

"When was the last time you ate something?" you asked after settling the blanket around her.

"I - well - it was sometime yesterday."

"Okay, so food first, then rest."

"I really am alright. If you'll -"

"Stay here. I'll be back in a few," you said, cutting her off. She pouted, clearly unhappy with the arrangement. You sighed. "Do you really want to get back to work?"

"I do!"

"Then let me take care of you. Things will get done when they get done, but having you collapse again won't help anyone. Okay?"

She searched your expression, clearly hoping to find a break somewhere but there was none. Not when it came to her. Reluctant as she was, she agreed and you felt safe enough to leave her.

---

You returned to her room with an elegant tray filled with easy-to-swallow fruit, soft, steaming porage, and honey tea. She appeared to be asleep, waking only when you set the tray beside her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Unwell. And um - hungry," she added after eyeing the tray next to her.

"Good. What do you want first?"

You helped ease her upright and made sure she finished it all before having her wash it down with the tea. After a back and forth about her feeling well enough to return to her duties and you talking her out of it, she laid back down in the bed.

"Sleep. I'll be here."

"I do not enjoy this part about being a human."

"We don't either, but it's not all that bad."

"I don't mean to be argumentative, but I'm in a disagreement," she explained though she seemed a bit hesitant. You watched as she picked at the loose strings on her blanket.

"Alright. I'll admit being sick isn't always fun, but it has its perks."

"What could those be?"

"Well, for one, you get to sleep - as much as you want-" Ganyu perked up at that. Though she did tend to overwork herself due to her perceived enjoyment of work, she also loved to sleep. Besides her enjoyment of you, it was probably her second most favorite thing. "And it gives me the chance to take care of you. Which, is something I like to do."

Ganyu mulled over your answer before turning toward you. Her hand resting next to yours, her fingers poking at yours with interest. "Being a burden to others is ... difficult for me."

"Good thing I don't see this as a burden." You tucked her hair behind her ear before snaking your fingers through hers. She hummed at the contact. "Try to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up," you said and kissed her brow. She shifted closer to you and closed her eyes.

And you stayed, waited until her breath became even and slow, waited until her grip became loose and lost in the throws of sleep. And when she was finally at rest, you stayed by her side until she was well again.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[youngpettyqueen]

Since you are asking for DS9 short fic requests, could you please do #6 “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” of the writing prompt list with some Julian Bashir whump? (But no character death please!) ❤️

you got it anon! and worry not, writing character death fics isnt really my thing, so no chance of me killing anybody <3

also since you didnt specify anybody else in the scene I decided to have Miles be there! hope that's ok I just have them on the brain

Miles wonders if this is how Julian feels every time a mission leaves him half-dead.

He can't stop pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, he's going to pace a ditch right through the cave floor at the rate he's going. He tried sitting and holding still, but that just made him feel like he was itchy under his skin, twitchy with nerves. So, pacing it is. Pacing and cursing how quiet it is.

Any other day he'd be grateful for the quiet. Today, though, he hates it. Because Julian isn't quiet, he isn't capable of being quiet, and right now he's dead silent.

Miles glances over. Julian is just as unconscious as he was last time he looked over, which was all of two minutes ago if he's being generous. Still and quiet, so goddamn quiet. He finds himself moving closer, just so he can make sure that Julian's chest is, in fact, still rising and falling.

And then he's kneeling down. He's checking the dressing over Julian's stomach. Again. He's not a doctor, he doesn't know what he would even be looking for here, but he's checking anyways. He can't help it. It makes him feel better.

The dressing is still clean. Miles is sure that's a good thing- that means he hasn't bled through it yet. Considering all he's had to work with is a dermal regenerator on the fritz and some bandages, he'd say that's pretty good. Sure, Julian might be able to save the entire station with less than that, but, well... Julian's the one who needs saving this time.

It was supposed to be a simple away mission. It's always supposed to be a simple away mission, really. They were delivering medical supplies to a Federation colony, helping them deal with a nasty outbreak of some sort of flu that Miles can't remember the name of. They were well on their way, spending the time arguing over who actually won their last game of darts, casual as can be.

And then they got shot down.

Miles didn't see who it was. Could've been Cardassians, could've been Maquis, could've been literally anybody this side of the Quadrant. All he knows is one second things were great, and the next his console was exploding and throwing him across the cockpit, and Julian was wrestling with the controls to aim them at the closest planet. He threw himself back into his seat and did his best to help, but there was no saving their landing. They crashed. Violently.

Miles woke up on the floor, bruised all over but still breathing. And Julian was hunched over the console, unmoving just like he is now. But there, he was awake. He was all-too awake, and he wasn't moving, because he'd been flung into the splintered console, and it was embedded deep in his gut.

He's never going to forget the sounds Julian let out as he pulled him off the console. It was a mercy he'd passed out right after, going limp and lifeless in Miles' arms the second he was free. Gave him a bloody heart attack, thinking for a brief second he'd just up and died, but it at least made it easy to gather Julian up in his arms and carry him out of the wreckage.

It's not a good situation. Their medical supplies was destroyed in the crash, and the medkit and all its contents were either damaged or broken beyond use. The dermal regenerator barely managed anything before it sparked out and nearly exploded in his hand. They've got a transmitter, at least, but it was damaged in the crash and he has to check it every few minutes to make sure it's still working.

And Julian won't wake up.

Miles' gaze travels up to Julian's face. Perfectly still, damn near peaceful, except there's a thin sheen across his forehead and he's pale under his skin. A pinch to his brows betrays the pain he's still in, even unconscious. The kit had one working hypo that he could find, and he'd given it to Julian without hesitation. He's not in the best shape himself, battered and bruised as he is, but that's all small potatoes compared to Julian.

It's probably a mercy that he's staying unconscious. Miles doesn't envy the pain he'd be in if he were awake. Still, there's a big, selfish part of him that wishes Julian was awake. Because then, at least, it wouldn't be quiet. He's never hated quiet before today. He'd be happy to never have to deal with complete silence ever again.

"I don't know if you can hear me," He says, mainly just to fill the space, "And I really hope you can't, because I'd never say this to you if you were awake, but... you're the best friend I've got, Julian. And I'm really not ready to let that end here," He admits, his voice quiet even though there's nobody else around, "Cause, y'know, we've got that holosuite reservation next week, and Quark won't consider your death grounds for a refund. And... I'd miss you, so there's that," God, this is hard. Julian's fucking unconscious and this is still so hard, "I'd... I'd really miss you, Julian, so... I guess what I'm saying is... you're not allowed to die," He reaches, like he's going to take Julian's hand, but comes up short, "You can't die. So, please don't. Die, that is." He ends up patting Julian's arm. It feels awkward and stiff, but anything else feels too much like he's saying goodbye, and he's really not trying to say goodbye right now.

"Is that..." Miles' head snaps up, and he finds himself meeting Julian's half-open eyes, "Is that... an order, Chief...?" He asks weakly, managing an obnoxious smile, even now.

"Oh, you bastard," Miles breathes, because yeah, of course Julian woke up in time to listen to that, "You right bastard. How much of that did you hear?" He asks.

Julian grins, blood painting his teeth. "Enough," He replies, like an asshole, "You'd... miss me?" He questions, looking far too smug for a man halfway to death.

"Absolutely not," Miles informs him, sniping purely out of habit and with no real heat behind his words, "But Keiko would miss you, and I hate to see Keiko upset, so I guess I need you to stay alive." He continues.

"How's it feel... knowing your wife would miss me?" Julian asks, still grinning like a smug clown.

"Don't push your luck, Julian," Miles tells him, with undeniable fondness, "It'd be far too easy to make it look like the crash killed you."

Julian croaks a laugh. And maybe this is the moment where Miles should say something heartfelt. Like how he actually would miss Julian, a whole hell of a lot. Or how glad he is that he's alive. Or how relieved he is to hear the sound of his voice. But Julian already knows those things, and spilling his heart out while Julian bleeds his guts out would feel way too much like they're having their final conversation. This banter, though, is familiar. It's them. And it lets him say we're going to get through this without actually saying it.

So, he doesn't say anything nice. Instead, he gets back into arguing about darts. Because then Julian is talking, and it isn't quiet anymore, and he can hide in the familiarity of their arguing and convince himself that everything's going to be ok.

(And it is. Miles has to kick the transmitter a few more times, but a rescue comes. Julian is fine, he won't even have a scar. And if Miles relents and begrudgingly admits, at last, that maybe Julian won their game, well... maybe that's his way of saying he's glad Julian's alright.)

[thegirlwholived1213]

Hello! You don't have to answer this but- can we get Appendicitis part two pretty please? It's really interesting

Of course! thanks Anon, I am really excited about this one! Hope this satisfies! :)

Here's Pt. 1 Here's Pt. 3

Appendicitis Pt. 2

CW: Vomiting mention, appendicitis symptoms, hospital setting

"Villian.....Villain...... Villain!"

Villain returned to consciousness all too soon, Hero gently shaking their shoulder. As soon as they came to full conscience, they squeezed their eyes shut again, the pain having managed to seem to have doubled since the dark of unconsciousness took them into her depths. Villain brought their hands to gently cradle their abdomen, seeking any form of relief.

"Woah, woah slow down, you'll make it worse."

"I- I d-don't care... just m-make it stop." Villain pleaded.

"Look, I'm trying, but you need to stay quiet, we're almost there."

"Almost whe-" Villain tried to argue but cut themselves off, a wave of nausea washing over them. Hero watched their face pale, sinking to their knees and guiding Villain over the pavement just before they lost the contents of their stomach. Hero watched with concern, unsure of what to do. They had never seen Villain so vulnerable, so... ordinary.

Hero scoured their memories, recalling a week in middle school when they had stayed home from school because of nausea. They remembered their mother gently rubbing her hand over young Hero's back and found their own hand doing the same for Villain who had shrunk against them, body quivering. They stayed there for a few moments, Villain's shaking only increasing as Hero stood again and kept their brisk pace down the streets and alleys.

Villain managed to keep most of their pains behind gritted teeth, occasionally releasing a wince or whimper.

"I know, I'm keeping as steady as I can," Hero apologized as they neared a tall building with tinted windows and black push-through doors, "But if we don't hurry your appendix could burst, and then everything gets so much worse. You won't make it to a hospital, so I guess the team and I will have to handle this ourselves. You'll need immediate surgery."

"S-surgery?! N-no let me...let me go- mph.." Hero pulled Villain closer, their weak protests doing little as Hero placed a hand over their mouth.

"Nonsense, this isn't negotiable."

They walked through the doors, Villain's eyes flicking around wildly as they clutched their stomach. Different members of Hero's team walked back and forth. A few Villian recognized, but most he'd never seen before. It was humiliating, really. Their nemesis carried them from room to room as the stabbing agony only managed to worsen, and Villian didn't even feel the tears until they dripped onto Hero's shirt and their own hands. They tried to focus on the conversations rippling around them, to examine Hero's team and their expressions, but their vision started to blur and swirl. All the details started to fade until a silence filled their ears. Hero lay them down on a table and Villian let their head fall back against the metal.

A bright light flicked on above their head and they squinted, whimpering at the sudden change.

"Okay Villian, this strap is going to go over your chest, just to make sure you don't fall off, okay?"

VIllian managed a weak nod and heard the Velcro tear away from itself as Hero pulled it over their chest.

"h-hero-"

"Shh, breathe." VIllian felt the silicone of a mask move over their nose, and the smell of gas filled their lungs. Another person took their arm and began running a cotton swab over the middle of their forearm. They could faintly hear Hero counting in the background, the black around their vision pulling in.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six........"

Villain's eyes closed just before five, and Hero watched their body go slack. Medic inserted the IV, and Hero began prepping for surgery when Sidekick came in the room. Hero motioned for them to help with the scrubs and they did so, tying the loops behind Hero's head.

"Why are you helping them, again? They don't deserve saving." Sidekick growled, shooting a glare toward Villian's limp form. Hero pulled the mask over their nose, eyes flicking to the scar on Sidekicks jaw before responding.

"They may not, but if we don't try it makes us just as villainous."

Lmk if you'd like a Pt. 3! I really like where this one is going! :)

[daydream-cement]

i absolutely love ur fanfic, they r just so good, please never stop writing them! ♥️ i have a little request if you could possibly write a oneshot where larissa and fern have a serious argument in fern’s classroom. and then the next day she gets called to larissa’s office where larissa attempts to apologise but fern is still unhappy/mad and wants to be alone. then another argument occurs within the office but as fern states something that really pushes larissa over the edge, larissa can’t help but get closer to her to show who has more ‘control’ but u can guess where i think this could go. 😭 maybe larissa looks fern in the eyes and warns her but then this is where they just can’t ‘let go’ of each other. thank u smmm and honestly, i love ur work so much!!

Over the Edge

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Sorry if you wanted smut anon. I love this prompt, but ya smutty author isn't feelin' too smutty rn so you get fluff? or is it healthy communication? or is it neither? maybe just fighting? who knows? NSFW at end.

"Excuse me? Would you like to teach my class instead?" You glare at Larissa as you try to keep your angered breathing under control. Larissa had just stated that she found your teaching methods unruly and ineffective. You knew for a fact that many of your students were now finding interest in plant sciences when they previously found it a droll subject.

Larissa's jaw was clenched as she picked her next words carefully, so you continued talking before she could stop you, "I think I have a perfectly fine grip on my classroom. Thank you!"

"Two students were nearly eaten by a carnivorous plant today!" Larissa shouted back in response.

"Oh, please. They were fine! Even if they were eaten, the decop process takes hours." That was not the correct answer, but you could care less. You were dedicated to winning this argument.

"Honestly, Fern!"

"Honestly, Larissa!" You were acting so childish and you knew it. She just made you so angry sometimes. Larissa's hands were on her hips as she stared down at you. By her heavy breathing, you knew that she could have killed you on the spot for acting like one of the students.

"I'm not talking to you about this anymore."

"Great. Didn't want to talk about it with you anyway!" You shout as she walks out of the greenhouse.

-----

That night you stayed with Rowan, not wanting to go back and continue the fight with Larissa. You couldn't sleep, however. You were absolutely fuming. How dare she speak to you that way? Just because she is your boss doesn't mean she knows how to run your classroom.

After an hour or so of you complaining about Larissa's controlling nature, Rowan told you to call your mother or talk to someone else about it. Repeating multiple times that both of you were being hurtful and ridiculous.

It was late in the afternoon the next day when you received a call to your classroom phone that your presence was requested in Larissa's office. There was a large portion of you that wanted to not show up, just to stir the pot and piss her off more. You decided to listen to the angel on your shoulder rather than the devil and you headed up to her office.

She was waiting for you, seated on the front of her desk with her arms folded over her chest, "Dr. Rogers."

You roll your eyes as you close the door, annoyed by her fake formality. You turn on your heels and offer her the same in return, "Principal Weems."

You see her jaw shift back and forth as she tried to read you. Her next words shocked you, "I'm sorry, Fern. Last night, I said some really hurtful things an-"

You didn't want to hear it. You still wanted to fight an you still wanted to be angry, "Yes, you called me ineffective and naïve. You insulted my teaching style when I am a damn good teacher."

"That's not what I meant and you know that." Larissa spat back. If you wanted to yell and get angry, she could certainly match your energy. You begin walking towards her, the anger rising in you.

"Do tell what you really meant, Principal Weems. I'd love to hear your perspective on managing a classroom of various outcast children. Oh, wait. You only have three years classroom experience from 15 years ago! What would you know?" You wanted to shove the words back in your mouth as soon as you said them. That was crossing the line and you knew it.

"You little..." Larissa moves off her desk and stands over you. You sometimes forget that she is over a foot taller than you. Her breath is ragged and her hands rested on her hips. You could tell that she was struggling to find the words, "Watch it."

"What are you going to do?" Again you wondered why you couldn't just keep your mouth shut.

"You are driving me absolutely mad." Her tone was different. She was making you nervous. Larissa's looming presence was unrelenting and your mind began to wander. Her dominating presence and heaving chest was reminding you of all the unspeakable things she could do to you. Her hand came up to your throat and you felt yourself involuntarily lean into her grasp, "I simply don't know where you get the audacity to speak to me like that."

You lick your lips, searching for the right words. Was it time to apologize? You felt you anger lower from a boil to a simmer, but you were having trouble reading Larissa.

"Fern Rogers. I swear... Never in my life have I had a teacher speak to me like this before." The grip on your throat tightened and she used her thumb to raise you chin so you would be forced to look at her. You felt like a deer in the headlights. It was similar to the nervousness you felt when you first started seeing each other.

The words spill from your mouth, "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"Larissa, I'm sorry. I just got so mad and then I said some things that weren't right. I just-"

"Fern..."

"I know. It wasn't right for me to say you are inexperienced. You are a deeply talented educator and I-"

"Fern..."

"Let me finish, I just think-"

"Fern, I need you to be quiet because I'm going to kiss you now."

You cock your head, face filled with confusion as Larissa's lips crash against yours. Her hand moves away from your neck so it can cup your face. She was the one to deepen the kiss, her arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

When she pulled away, your lips chased hers, seeking more. Larissa's voice was sickly sweet, "We are going home where I can fuck your brains out and we are never going to speak to one another like this again."

[wetcatspellcaster]

I just found your work and let me just say that I am an absolute simp for Rosalie! She is such a wonderful character and love her paring with Astarion. Though I am very curious, what does Rosalie see in Astarion and vise versa? What do they love/like most about each other? Apologies If you have already answered this/feel free to not answer :) I hope you have and or are having a wonderful day!

oh hey anon! thank you for reading my work, and for asking a very fun question that allows me to be very self-indulgent.

under the cut to avoid long post bc honestly, I can ship them as much as I want but not everyone has to read that.

Game/Party Favours Rosalie:

Rosalie sees someone who essentially embodies the charisma she thinks she lacks (very funny to me, who knows his charisma score and her charisma score, after BG3 backed me into a corner and made Persuasion the dealbreaker of the game). She knows that her knowledge is reserved for ivory towers, she admires his street smarts, even if she doesn't agree with his worldview. She thinks he's very good at being a rogue, and she finds competency extremely attractive (I mean, come on, +17 to lockpicking? she had Knock and he literally never left her party. she just liked to watch).

She has a lot of shame, Astarion seems to her to be shameless. There is also some standard "oh boy, hottest person I've ever encountered likes me" serotonin, as she is flattered that she can catch his attention and hold it. She liked stretching her new tadpole-aided social muscles through a constant back-and-forth that made her feel challenged, desirable, and like someone other than who she was - he essentially helped her build herself a new mask without either of them realising it. She liked that he still wanted to be with her, after that was dismantled. In the Party Favours timeline when the world isn't ending, Astarion is one of the people capable of leading her astray and help her to behave recklessly (still without really being reckless, basically they have a lot of really fun nights out). Once things have mellowed out and Astarion's worldviews aren't "let's help slavers" or "let's kill 7000 people", Rose gives a lot more leeway to "let's break into this building", "let's drunkenly ruin this party", "let's liven up this dragon killing by talking to it first".

I feel like with Astarion I'm just repeating other people's arguments for other people's Tavs, but I really like shipping him with an unapologetically kind or lawful good person (Tav, Wyll, Karlach) just because I think it means he gets to experience kindness on a level he's never experienced before. In terms of what he sees in her: at first, a very easy person to manipulate, but who also holds the most power and status in the group - to his extreme frustration. Someone who starts out on the first day as kind of a wet blanket, but by three weeks in is dealing insane damage and killing people with Scorching Rays, making him reconsider his stance. He also sees someone who challenges his worldview, by refusing to compromise on a set of morals he thinks are stupid and should get her killed and then doesn't. She consistently forgives him and shows him a grace the world hasn't given him, until Act 3 when she doesn't. I think he thinks she's hot, I think getting yelled by said hot woman is still pretty sexy. then, he also thinks she has an effortless charisma at getting people to like her that he works very hard at (is this the same as what Rosalie thinks about him, yes, that's the joke!)

In the Party Favours timeline, he repeatedly tried to seduce her, and it didn't work, so I guess part of her appeal there is that she helped him without expecting anything else in return. She consistently helped him recover as a friend and helped him build a life, and there wasn't any sex involved whatsoever.

Pieces Still Stuck in Your Teeth Rosalie:

I put this as separate, because I think the exes dynamic does change things massively. There's all of the above, but I think they also just both represent to each other the lives they could've chosen, or the mistakes they wish they could have fixed. Rosalie mourns her former life, while Ascended!Astarion fetishises her morality because that's the one thing he doesn't have - a sense of purpose, a moral compass, a conviction, and also a guiding light. I do think they are kind of clinging to an alternate history where everything worked out perfectly, and they see that in each other - the number of times Rose mourns the happier person she could've been, it's nearly always tied up with Astarion. Rosalie (as she did once before) literally sees those tadpoled months as her peak, before another massive period of depression.

I also think that, come Act 3, there is the inverse of that - not just the life that could've been, but the second chance. The idea that you might be able to recapture a little of that former joy, even if it's different now, and even if you feel you don't deserve it. I think once they break through that preconception - of this person not as a person, but as an ideal or a nostalgia - and actually begin to see the real person underneath it again, is actually when their relationship can begin to flourish and just be... idk. a bit more normal, again?

[sarahs-secrets2]

I'm Doing Fine (Phillip Graves x Reader) ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

New picture format??? How do we like it? I am running out of Graves photos so this is my compromise LOL. This is for the anon who suggested this song! Thank you so much!!!

Based on A House in Nebraska by Ethel Cain

gn! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 658

Warnings: ANGST, allusions to depression, (Phillip isn't dead in this, he's just missing, HE'S STILL ALIVE TO ME!!!), not game accurate bc it's my fic & not Infinity Ward's

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Phillip Graves was your high school sweetheart, typical high school love in a small town.

The two of you had been inseparable since and every time he was deployed you were with him till he boarded the plane. His mom teased you about how much you two were glued at the hip. You both would write letters back and forth until he came home, waiting for that knock on the door where you would run and jump into his arms when he finally came back after being gone too long. 

The Shadow Company had been called on a last-minute mission in Las Almas to help out, and Commander Graves was always ready to go help. As much as he hated to leave you, he was committed to his Company. He was always one to follow an order, the most recent one coming from General Shepherd who has requested the Shadows. Graves promised you it would be a quick mission, you wouldn't even notice he was gone.

Except for this time, it felt longer than most of Phillip’s missions. The letters became more sparse and then one day he just stopped responding. You figured that it was just busy and he wasn't able to get away, or the letters got lost somehow, it was easier to think this than start to question if he was okay. 

There was a knock at the door, the house felt cold and empty. You slowly got up afraid to see who was on the other side, praying it was Phillip. Instead, you were met with a man and woman in suits, their words mushed together after you heard “Commander Phillip Graves… missing in action”, you refused to believe it. You knew he was smart, you knew he would come home, so where was he? What happened in Las Almas?

The following days were a blur, waiting for some kind of news that your Commander was okay. The phone rang, it echoed through the house, as you wandered over to answer hoping for some good news. 

“How are you holding up dear”, it was Phillip’s mom. You had forgotten to call her to see how she was, she had beaten you to it. 

“I’m doing fine” lying to her was easier, she was grieving too, and you didn't want her to worry about you when Phillip was missing. 

“Oh dear, you don’t have to lie to me, but I understand, it's a difficult time”, she paused waiting for you to answer. Your voice felt too weak to attempt words as you held back tears. “I’ll come over later, check up on you and the house, okay dear? We can have some dinner, have you been eating?”

“Not really, just some snacks around the house, I’ve been too worried”, you were able to muster a response without fully breaking down. 

“I’ll bring some groceries over for you, okay? I’ll see you later dear”, you should be the one checking on her, but your mind was too busy thinking about where Phillip was and if he was safe. 

You wandered into the living room, photos of you and Phillip scattered on the walls and shelves. You bent down picking one up, the two of you in high school, Graves was a jock, of course. You recalled sitting at his games, admiring him as he played. The memories brought the first smile to your face since the day you got the knock on the door. 

As you waited for Phillip’s mom, you found yourself in the field behind your house. You laid down in the grass, looking up at the sky. Desperation for him to come home took over your body as you now found yourself begging that wherever he was that he was safe, begging for him to be found and to knock on the door so you could run and jump into his arms again. You would do anything to hold him one more time. 

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I would be lying if I said I didn't cry while writing this

[soupbabe]

can i request wholesome keicho headcanons with nonbinary transmasc reader...good keicho content has been so scares lately

Keicho Nijimura x Non-binary! Transmasc! Reader Headcanons

Tbh anon this is such a breath of fresh air!! It's always fun getting requests for uncommon characters. I've only written Keicho once and that was for a Halloween event I did a couple years ago 😅😅 hopefully I can do him some justice anon <33

- Keicho falls into the ally category of "loving you because you're literally a self made person"

- You're building your own identity from the ground up, going against societal norms to be the happiest and strongest version of you, it makes him so proud to be your partner

- It's hard to explain but Keicho isn't one for a lot of PDA, but he loves showing you off

- At most he'll hold your hand in public, but he takes you everywhere with him

- Listen I'm not saying he bragged to Okuyasu about getting a boyfriend before he did, but...he totally did let's be real here

- He's also a very dedicated and attentive partner, digging up anything he can learn about your identity so he can recognize those who hurt you and to prevent himself accidentally from hurting you

- If anyone were to slip up around him, even if you know that person didn't mean to misgender you, oh it's over for them

- again not saying he would kill em but...

- Ugh head empty just thoughts of Keicho offering to give you a massage if you bind

- Like you wear it for too long and you start to feel sore, a more softer side of Keicho comes out and asks if you need him kneading at your back and chest

- His hands are rough, firm as they knead into your skin

- Yet Keicho's movements are calculated and focused, he knows exactly where to move and add pressure and it's so hard not to melt into him

- He makes sure your head is turned away from him so you don't see him smile. He loves making you feel good, he loves being able to provide comfort for you

- head full of Keicho helping you with your side effects of your testosterone

- Like he loves to be the one to help you shave in the morning

- Sure he brushes it off as offering some help and teaching you "how to be a man," but really half of his lessons is sitting you on a counter and shaving your face for you

- Imagine his hand resting against your face as her mutters you to "stop moving" and warn you about how sharp the razors are

- Call him out on his lack of actual instructions and his face tinges pink and you both go back and forth for a little bit

- He cares a lot but he hates it when people know that he does, flusters him to no end

- Tease him about it all you want, you're going to get a little shove and him telling you to shut up all while his face gets hot

[cloud-somersault]

Soul anon yet again and sorry to bother you but -

YES MACAQUE SHOULD HAVE SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME! HE'S NOT WEAKER OR LESSER!!

In s1, in that fight, he was very much holding his own! A friend pointed it out to me, but Macaque was VERY much in control of that fight. Not only was he pressuring Wukong with his smoke monster, but he was the one who transformed first, he controlled what powers he used and knew how Wukong would respond to them in kind, he was the one who lead Wukong around the battle field, he worked out from using his trick of turning into MK just how much Wukong cared too. (And how much Wukong didn't care about him, and knowing Macaque, probably also interpreted that as never caring about him in the past either.)

He also took out a couple of advantages, MK entering the fight, and removing the staff of the battle too. If Wukong had used clones to try and take the staff, Macaque could have done the same to prevent it and to harm MK, if Wukong tried to take the staff himself, Macaque would have had an opening to take if Wukong had done so. By placing MK under the staff, Macaque perfectly laid out the fight even from the beginning to his advantage and forcing Wukong to fight him on more even ground.

In S2, Macaque also had 100% control of that fight. He did what he did out of good motivation, and technically succeeded since the result was MK telling his friends what was going on. Of course, Macaque missed that Wukong was gone and MK was the one who felt abandoned and that's why MK identified with the warrior in the play. (Also! The play was not trauma dumping and toxic! The entire LMK fanbase is cordially invited to fucking fight me about that!) (Also acknowledging that it was fucked up what Macaque did, but I don't feel like that was entirely malicious either. Mk def needed a shove to open up to his friends about what was going on. Macaque also chose a way that didn't hurt or injure MK's friends, and everyone ignores that for some reason! He also gave MK a way to get shit off his chest, to let MK vent some frustration as well while shifting back into himself to prove that Wukong wouldn't say that sort of thing to MK. Surprise, it wasn't Wukong being a jerk! It was Macaque all along. And when MK didn't understand the point of what Macaque was trying to say/teach, Macaque told him in clear terms. And again in S4, when MK didn't understand the point, Macaque was also forth coming. It proves that Macaque is a good teacher, that he tries one route to get MK to learn something, and if MK doesn't or can't, takes the time to really explain it to him in a way that Mk WILL understand.)

In S3, Mk knew that Macaque was still the only one who could hold off Wukong long enough to MK to get to the staff and restore Wukong with it. And can we acknowledge (assuming Wukong did kill Macaque) that Macaque was STILL willing to fucking SQUARE UP and do it, because if they failed, well, he didn't have anything to lose? Like, straight up Macaque was asked to fight against his murderer, would be well within his right to refuse due to that experience and pain and trauma, and did it anyway because he knew he was their only shot at remote victory? The term coward shouldn't ever be applied to LMK Macaque. That shit takes guts.

So far, in every instance, Macaque measures up and has never failed to rise up to the occasion. Taking on Wukong twice, doing what he can to help, and teaching MK when Wukong isn't around to do so.

And in JTTW, canonically he was evenly matching Wukong in power and ability. If the fanbase is going to also headcanon and use stuff from JTTW, then why the cherry picking that Macaque is EVIL and not as STRONG?! It's so frustrating. Wuking and Macaque aren't the same, but it doesn't mean that they aren't equal in power.

Also Macaque's ability to plan and his tactician nature would make me argue that he would be the worse person to have as an opponent. Seriously that scene in S3 with the vans? *chef's kiss* that was set up beautifully. Macaque could absolutely be an eldritch horror and I think he should be allowed to be. Let him go ham. Be the theatre kid he was meant to be. As a treat.

you're absolutely not bothering me, this is such a joy to read!! i def argue that macaque has shown that he's a better teacher to MK than Wukong (i'm not being mean to wukong, because he himself acknowledges he's not good at it) but macaque just thinks in that way, and creates lessons for MK to learn like a mentor should.

i joke that shadow play was about macaque talking about his divorce (bc it's funny) but he told that story and crafted this entire experience JUST to teach MK a lesson and he DID allow MK to vent and it did lead to positive outcomes with Macaque warning him about what was coming. like ultimately, it was a good thing and MK did get a little roughed up, but his friends were never in mortal danger?? like Macaque had them in that lantern for multiple days, but he didn't do anything to them. he didn't bargain for them. he literally only did that to teach MK something.

but it's the way he goes about it and how it's framed, because when he dissect it down, it's clearly not as bad as fandom wants it to be or makes it out to be.

and if we are working on the "canon" that wukong did a murder, what macaque did on the s3 special is nothing short of heroic, something the show itself acknowledges by changing his motif in the music from a minor chord to a major one to signify a more uplifting tone. it's more positive and victorious compared to the key his motif is usually played in.

and the fight with wukong in s1 was so good! i love that display of his powers, how wukong takes him seriously, how he was having trouble stopping him and the ONLY reason they won was because of that staff. he's a serious threat!

i just think he's a fun character to mess around with and yes, he's based on an archetype, they all are, but when you flesh out that archetype and give it more depth? you get a really amazing character with complexity and dimensions that make him feel real and that's beautiful.

and macaque should absolutely be allowed to go ham. i think he should do some fucked up shit on the side. he's just too clever and smart not too!! i wanna see a celestial primate lose their shit not because of strength or stubbornness but like. just from being smart and analytical. i love that parallel of how differently wukong and macaque would tackle things.

and that's why they should both train MK. he gets a little of both!!