#wildcard hcs

[genaleah]

me, revisiting Wildcards as a treat: "aww Elaine and Nelson care about Guybrush so much, good thing he has two hands WAIT NO"

Guybrush has one hand and one hook! (the hook is for Nelson)

[tea-cat-arts]

Ranking mxtx couples by whether or not I think they'd be good parents

(I'm 90% sure I'm forgetting someone)

Yep, next question (S)-

Wangxian: tried and tested good dads. I wish them luck with the whole “trying to get wwx pregnant” thing 

They have some shit to work through, but after that I think they'd be fine (A)-

Ling Wen/ Bai Jin: if we're just going off the original publication, I would put them in a much lower tier, but since the revised edition added that thing about them raising orphans together and said orphans turning out alright before unfortunate circumstances, I'm putting them up here. I think they'll be alright once they work through the miscommunication

Xiao Xingchen/ Song Lan: They obviously have a lot of trauma they're working through, but I'd like to think they and A-Qing will be a loving family in the long run 

One of them would be a good parent, the other wouldn't be a bad parent (B)-

Jiang Yanli/ Jin Zixuan: there's no canon reason for me putting them this low. Jin Zixuan just gives off a mediocre parent vibe to me (and we all know Jiang Yanli is the best)

Yushipei: Yushi Huang has good mom energy, and Pei Ming has been shown to be a not terrible mentor. I'd want the misogyny fully beaten out of him with a mace before I'd think he should have kids of his own though 

Lang Qianqiu/ Little Guy: at the very least, they're making sure Guzi is fed, clothed, washed, vaccinated, and has access to education. Neither of them know what they're doing, but I think Little Guy is good at faking it. I wish them luck in their upcoming custody battle  

You know what, surprise me/ I'll hear you out (C)-

Bingqiu: My first instinct is “no, do not bring kids into this,” but then I remembered tharnShen Qingqiu has a surprisingly decent track record? Like, Ning Yingying and Ming Fan both turned out a lot more health than they did in the original novel, and though I wouldn't call him in a good place, Binghe is doing a lot better than Bingge. The wild card for me here is Luo Binghe because I have no idea how he'd be with kids

Quanyin: Yin Yu had a decent track record until he was pushed into snapping. I think rn, he needs a couple centuries of being a babygirl before he's ready to parent again. No idea how Quan Yizhen would do though 

Born to “dual income, no kids, rich uncles/aunts” (D)-

Fengqing: Feng Xin is canonically a bad dad. I know he's working on it, but it is what it is. Mu Qing has been shown to be decent with kids, but I think he’d have a melt down if he had to deal with the mess constantly. 

Hualian: I mean, Xie Lian has raised three kids at this point and one of them became a god, another became state preceptor and then sorta complicit in a genocide, and one became god AND committed genocide + he babysat a ghost king for months and didn't even realize that's what he was because it was a miracle if he remembered to feed him… so, a mixed bag. Hua Cheng may be schrodinger’s child hater, but I'm intrigued by the idea of him raising kids just because I want to know how his own childhood would influence his parenting abilities. They should probably just stick to babysitting for now though 

Mingling: Liu Mingyan is too busy writing gay porn to be dealing with kids, and I just can't imagine Sha Hualing as a mom

Please don't bring a kid into this mess (F)-

Beefleaf: Do I need to explain this one?

Mobeishang: Shang Qinghua should not be put in any position where he has to teach someone about consent (Binghe’s early attempts at flirting being a prime example of why that's a bad idea). I also think Mobei Jun is still working on the whole “why hitting people is not cool” thing. 

QiJiu: I think the original timeline is a prime example of how they're just not in a place to be raising kids 

Jun Wu/ Mei Nianqing: Xie Lian would like a refund on his adopted father figures. They had one kid and he only made it to age 20 because he was cursed to not die

[dipplinduo]

Wow thanks for the quick answer I forgot how great this blog can be with asks! Anyway I had another I thought you might like so I know everyone's Juliana is different and Kieran and her are just kids but future au such wise in terms of your version what do you see Juliana and Kieran's kids being like, who takes after who heck what sort of teams do you see them running? Sorry if this question is too long I thought it'd be a fun ask

Aww thank you for saying that!! I love asks, so thank you for sending some!

This ask is really thought provoking, and it's funny because I've kinda? had some things floating around in my brain with this, but I don't know if I'll ever get to writing fics with potential kids and whatnot. I honestly have a hard time "choosing" headcanons around this because I feel like so many iterations of how many children they have/their personalities/etc. all go so well. I could see them having a nonbinary child that has a whole self-discovery journey that they're very supportive of, I could see them having two to three children that are somewhat close in age, I could see them having twins (playing off of the Juliana/Florian twin iteration), etc. I do have a particular plan for an iteration in the epilogue of Sweet & Sour Dipplins. But otherwise, I'd generally give a child/children of Kieran & Juliana symbolic pokemon including the following (note they're more on the baby side because I see them as being little children lol):

I'd also probably swap in pokemon that fit the kid's personality/story arc as well if I was building a specific character. :)

[composeregg]

The personas you have equipped should impact the dialogue choices you have

(Note: I have experience with p5, and somewhat p4, none of the others)

But I just think it would be neat if personas actually.... had an impact on social links, on the protagonist's personality. The name of the series is Persona, and while they are clearly a centrally important part of the games, it feels like there's a divide that keeps them relegated mostly to gameplay mechanic

They are described as facets of the self, as aspects of personality given form. So if the protagonist has certain persona, it would make sense for them to alter the dialogue options

Mostly I see this being feasible with social links. The persona of the matching arcana unlocks a bonus dialogue option that can give the high +++ points for ranking those up.

It shows that aspect of the self resonating with the person you're talking with more, by providing an answer you wouldn't otherwise give, because that's not a part of you at the time.

It would add DEPTH!!

[knbposting]

expanding on this post, kagami taiga as a third year!

during a difficult second year winter cup*, kagami learns that he has to grow into his potential or give up his dream for the nba. because he doesn't know how to quit anything ever, he stayed, and is EXTRA serious about practise and training because he knows it's that or bust.

kagami is TENACIOUS. he has natural instinct and ability to an extent (like his jumping), but he wholeheartedly believes that he had to fight to be as good as he is. especially after three years of winning and losing to the generation of miracles.

he and kuroko are the mom and dad (respectively) of the team, whether kagami is in a relationship with Someone Else :/ or not (aokaga forever ♥)(just kidding, unfortunately)

doesn't really observe age related language formalities, and prefers for lower years to call him by his name.

he's harder on second years than he is on first years because they're more familiar to him, and they've already proved that they're serious enough to be on the team

i really want there to be a hotheaded second/first year who is very good at bball that kagami can take under his wing. maybe they don't live up to his expectations, or maybe their bad attitude never improves, but i do want him to be able to pass on his position as ACE to someone directly

there are usually like 2 weeks at the start of the year when new seirin members are EXTREMELY SCARED of kagami and don't understand what sets him off, what doesn't, and why he cools down so quickly. then they kind of view him as a friendly tiger or something. still dangerous, but very fluffy :)

by the time he's in his last tournament, kagami has the media interest, presence, and skill of a pro player. he's got a pretty big social media following and he's often in basketball monthly too. despite this, he's extremely humble, and presents very well in interviews (thank you so much kise for tutoring him)

he's openly close friends with the rest of the miragen and hangs out with them a lot. he loves hanging out with these guys a little more than with the other members of his team because....like.... these guys get it.... and he can go all out against them

kagami is still a hothead, but he's known for having a huge heart and he will always help out someone else on the team if they need it. (he has no time for weak players, but outside of basketball, if a team member wants his help, all they need do is ask)

[cautiouslyyyoptimistic]

I find it so funny when fandom assigns luo binghe with the "mxtx love interest that dislikes kids" title when hUA CHENG IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE--

[petorahs]

new HC: Kotone and Akira are the among the few wildcards that have the Third Eye ability :]

i say this because my playthrough of fes never had these POI symbols, so Makoto Yuki just doesn't have them. In canon we know that Yaldy/Igor gives Joker his which shows its bestowed, not a built-in ability but I like to think Kotone's just built different. I also love the thought of wildcards each having their own specialized ability.

[lazysublimeengineer]

Yeah. Instead of fixing a "character's death" I'm fixing Naruhaya's destiny in Blue Lock and he doesn't get locked off or shit.

"undoing this character's death would take away his sacrifice and character arc" girl I don't give a shit. I'm bringing him back through the power of ao3 fix-it fics and there's nothing you can do to stop me x

[lockedtowers]

also if we’ve written before and yall wanna be affiliates hmu

[iqxatlantic]

This... Is a req and all. Um.. So can you maybe add some headcanons for Yukimiya, Ness ❤, Kaiser (ew.), Karasu, KUNIGAMI (Wildcard ver 👅👅.), and a character of your choice? If so, PLEASE add fluff and... That. (I can't say anything 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 since my parents montier what I text and write so yeah 💔.)

holy cow thats a ton of characters babe, but way to make me productive ! i forgot how to write headcanons (embarrassing i know) so um.. drabbles it is..!

ft. yukimiya kenyu . alexis ness . michael kaiser . tabito karasu . wc! rensuke kunigami . isagi yoichi . probably all ooc! . fluff . reader lwk selfloathes . afab!reader? . not proofread . unreliable narrator . unfortunately more like drabbles than headcanons lol . half drabbles, half hc?

you caught his eye, he caught yours. the school's model. yea, no shit he'd be the school's model. tall, slim yet slightly toned, beautiful captivating eyes.

cuddled up in your bed, you asked with such softness, "what will your friends think? school's most beautiful student and a-"

yukimiya didn't want to hear it, whispering a harsh, "shut it." you let out a small gasp of surprise. you knew yukimiya didn't mean it in that way, but damn that "shut it" hurt.

he held onto you tighter, pulling you into his embrace even more — allowing you to melt into him. back pressed on his chest. "shush... i don't care what they think, only care about you," he'd slur, sleepy.

"i know i'm going to lose sight sooner or later. please be the one i see last."

yes, yukimiya is a kind and charismatic boy — that's what made you fall for him, but this side of him? there's just more to love.

alexis ness is crazy loyal. so that day when he decided to shift you to his number one priority, you were slightly surprised.

you over kaiser? you could hardly believe it. hand on his forehead, measuring his temperature. "lexie, are you drunk?" you'd ask slightly concern.

he'd blink at you with those gorgeous magenta eyes. "no, do i look drunk?" his smile was slightly uncanny, but he was cute so it was okay.

you clutched your heart dramatically, "ohmygod, i've been waiting for this moment my whole life. the gods finally answered my prayers!" ness continued to look at you with love.

"you're so pretty, [name]," he'd compliment, "i'm sorry i didn't prioritize you first." you knocked the wind out of ness when you hugged him.

"NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE, THIS IS ALL I NEED RIGHT NOW!"

boyfriend! michael kaiser who can't bake for the life of him.

two love birds, 6 ingredients. how is this going to roll? (haha get it) "MICHAEL GET THE PANS!??" you'd yell. "WHERE?!" he'd reciprocate the yell. he watches you sigh and scramble to find the pans.

2 eggs wasted because someone ended up cracking the yolks. FOR AN ANGEL FOOD CAKE. "oops?" kaiser would playfully smile. if it weren't because he was so beautiful — there would be a straight slap to his face. maybe it'll slap him back to his past with his damn father.

"eggs wasted in this economy," you'd let out a sob. kaiser loomed over you with a smirk, "it's fine, liebe. with the amount of money i hav-" smack.

after god knows how long, you successfully slid the batter into the oven. "mihya, remind me to never attempt to bake with you," you'd grimace. kaiser just sat there smiling like a little boy, admiring you. for once, he was stripped out of his pride. at that moment, kaiser knew exactly what he wanted, and he wanted you for the rest of his life.

boyfriend! karasu tabito who looks like a wet, angry bird when he comes out the shower.

a hearty laugh erupted from you when you saw karasu come out the shower. the lean man saw you clutching your sides with glistening eyes.

at first, he had his brows furrowed, a worried expression on his face. "[name], sweetie? yer actin' really.. concerning. are you okay?" the response he got frightened him even more. you were genuinely crying, wheezing at this point.

the hell is so funny? "ta- gods! tabito, please- i can't- oh gods, oh gods," you'd cackle. karasu felt the water droplets cackle with you with the vibrations, holy.

a grumpy, wet, massive and buff crow. why wouldn't that scene wring out tears? karasu wasn't even mad. he loved the moment so much. so much so that he swore he fell in love with you again. this wouldn't be the last time he'd fall in love with you.

"why the hell did my little meow meow turn into a bark bark..." you'd grieve whilst sketching the man. he ignored you. ouch. he was so focused on sketching you as well you felt like... like he was on field all over again.

all you wanted was your moral boyfriend back — not this one!! obviously, you love him enough to stay haha. change changes people but it'll never change the bond you two have <3

"i hope your cereal is soggy tomorrow," you frowned, praying that those auburn orbs would meet yours. spoiler: it didn't. as the timer beeped, you both put your hands up.

for the first time in a while, kunigami looked... happy? almost proud. "Okay, rensuke! let's reveal our sketches of each other in three... two... one!" you lifted up your paper with a toothy grin, only for it to falter.

"dear lord, do i really look like that?" you thought as you continued to smile. you looked at his paper, a single tear almost slipping down your cheek. "wow, you really captured..." you choked, holding back a laugh.

"you're such an artist, rensuke. you should persue arts instead," you smiled at him. you were startled when the orange haired man got up and gave you a massive hug.

best friend! isagi yoichi who shit-talks with you. (spoiler, he's in love with you.)

he clasped his hand over his mouth, it took so much restraining to not clock the hell out this one girl. "she looks... she looks great!" he'd lie.

"RIIGHT! doesn't she yoichi!" you'd sarcastically smile. for the love of god, at least cue "let me know" at this point. "eugh, real talk.. why is she arching her back like that...?" isagi asked, the genuine worry sent you.

"for that one guy... that ex i had?" you laughed, "apparently she called me 'chopped as fuck' and was like, 'why does he even like her??' like babes. who wouldn't love me?"

you dramatically flipped your hair, and isagi's pupils dialated. oooh, he was in love. looking at you the way he looked at you when you both first met. "okay number one, she's just... no. she has no place to speak?" he replied. "for a man... for a man..."

"right!? gods, i just wish i could have something again. life is a bit boring, y'know?" you sighed. isagi decided to shoot his shot right then and there, "i'm here!" he'd babble. he felt his heart stop when you looked at him funny.

"say less, pretty boy."

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags ! : : @twijaxx ♡, @kxsagi ♡ (girl isagi was here i had to omg)

a/n: this took me 5 months to get to bffr. writing wc! kuni killed me omg. i have the craziest writers block so if the quality is ass it's because i keep on almost dying. also thank you so much for 500 followers ygs are my baes, love you all so much <3

[fanged-fanfics]

hi Fang, please can i ask a Monkey D Luffy x strawhat male!reader who is like Black☆Star from Soul Eater ? He is loud, stubborn, and arrogant but endearing (he sees himself as a star and wants to surpass even God). He loves being the center of attention and has no sense of discretion, even during infiltration missions. He is an extremely skilled ninja, loyal, and deeply cares about his loved ones he's willing to do anything for them

☆ Reaching For the Stars — Luffy x Male Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || he/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Maybe not everyone could see why you became a part of the crew, but Luffy saw potential in you immediately. Reaching for your dreams was very important to him, and though yours were bigger than most, your sheer passion and loyalty was what made him convinced you'd be an amazing pirate on his crew

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It was a bit of trial and error to figure out what your position would be, especially when he had to think it over after your first infiltration mission when terribly sideways. Seeing your skills when it came to things like stealth, he decided to employ you as a sort of secret wildcard

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Luffy never seemed deterred by your big ambitions and boisterous personality, if anything it drew him to you more. With Luffy constantly encouraging you, you two quickly became a chaotic duo that the other Straw Hats had to keep their eyes on

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A major factor Luffy appreciated in you was your ability to put your whole heart into anything you did. When it came down to it, you were a brave pirate who fought for what you love and who you cared for. Luffy could relate to that greatly, and always cheered you on when you got hyped up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Luffy also would help remind you to take things easy when needed. Sometimes what you really need is to take a deep breath and enjoy what you have, rather than focusing on what you could be. Live it up, have some good food, let loose! To have a dream is to live for it, not feel weighed down by it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The captain was always willing to help you wind down, and reminded you to take care of yourself too. He made sure to always set aside food for you, have you tag along in whatever gun was planned, and even checking in on you regularly

ᯓᡣ𐭩 With the way you two complemented each other so well, it was no wonder you both seemed to understand each other. You could practically guess what the other was thinking at any given time, which could be for both the better and the chaotic

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Luffy promised from the moment he met you that he would help you achieve your dreams, no matter what it would take to get there. Sure, you were aiming high, but so was he. And if he could become the Pirate King, then you should be able to dream as big as you want. He'd be by your side at every step

[yandere-wishes]

just read the latest grayson fic and him with joker and harly’s daughter 😊 it would be so good.

I think wildcard would be good because having a child grow up in the Gillian industry, they would see the fails others have had and she could use them as well so you don’t know what she knows from other villains. And oml giggles sounds like something her parents would call her as a cute nickname💜 I love that thought.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! I actually have plans to write HC for all the batboys with their respective villain!Darlings! I'm just not sure when I'll get to it cause Uni is starting up again soon 😭😭😭

I'm not sure what the Gillian industry is (do all of Batman's villains have homes in the same neighborhood? That would make for killer domestic life fanfiction!!!💞💖💞💖) But the idea of her being a "Wildcard" and having been raised on the villains' doctrines. Given the chance to study their shortcomings is IMMACULATE!!! She'd be so overpowered, I LOVE IT!!

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🂠 She's not just the daughter of Batman's greatest (and scariest) villain, but also an amalgamation of all his rogues. She'd know all his weaknesses before she was even a teenager. Bonus points if she was literally raised by the Rogue's gallery to BE Batman's demise!!

🂠 Joker I feel would be a good dad (I know scandalous thought) there is a joke somewhere in all of this. That you created someone, an extension of yourself to defeat your greatest rival. That it took years of your failure to make a perfect "version of yourself". Someone stronger, smarter, better, someone who is the panicle of all you stand for and want to achieve. Although I can see him being a strict father, one who only permits social interactions with other "freaks" trying to keep her daughter safe from all the "boring sheep" of Gotham.  

🂠 Harley is such a loving (smothering at times) mother. She will definitely teach her daughter all she knows. Heck her first toy is probably going to be a mallet of some kind. Their Mother-Daughter time consists of Gymnastic training and rollerblading.

🂠 Ivy is definitely the Godmother (IDK who the Godfather would be? Riddler may be or Twoface just for the divorced aesthetic with Ivy)  and despite it not sitting well with Joker. She's going to teach the reader about seduction and how to lour in your prey.

🂠 The rest of the rouges help out too. Teach her all they know, raising her to be better than they ever were. I feel like, as the rouges grow older, they start to see the merit in having a legacy, someone to raise and "pass the torch to" kinda like Bats does with the Robins.

🂠 But the irony of all this is that Wildcard!Reader prefers to fight Nightwing as opposed to Batman. Sure it's fun family time to try all kill the bat with her mother and father. But she's honestly more interested in ripping apart the Wisecraking acrobat that somehow knows exactly where she is at all times. The black-haired menace that won't leave her alone, that hugs her a little too close and too tightly when he's cuffing her wrists. The golden boy who stole her first kiss and who shamelessly trails even more kisses down her neck. The "HERO" who haunts her nightmares even when she's home, safely tucked into her funhouse-esque bed...

🂠 Wildcard!Reader is slowly but surely starting to see just why her father is so obsessed with Batman, there is something so disgustingly saccharine about these heroes, something so bright that it crawls under your skin and festers inside you. She wants to see Nightwing dead, to ring his neck with her own fingers, to string him from the tent roof and pluck his teeth out one by one. But while Wildcard!Reader is dreaming up Nightwing's demise, the same hero is watching her through her window, tracing little hearts along the glass, fantasizing about the day she'll be in his arms forever.

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I think that also adds so much to the story, she was raised to kill Batman but grew obsessed with Nightwing. Legacy crashing into legacy. The one destined to destroy and the one fated to protect.

Her parents shrug it off as a "rebellious phase". Thinking that one day she'll awaken ready to commence on a warpath to Batman. But this hate-filled obsession isn't going away, it grows stronger by the day.

Harley is kinda happy that her little Giggles has found both her arch nemesis and obsession.  

Joker, on the other hand, is...conflicted, on one hand, he's happy that his enmity with the Batman/batfamily will outlive him. But on the other hand, he'd just LOVE to see his little girl finally put an end to Batsy. Albit if she did do that then Joker wouldn't have an excuse to get out of the Bahama trip he's been promising Harley.

Also, I completely forgot about Dick living in the circus, that just adds another intriguing layer to all of this!!

[bobur-the-berry-guy]

I'm writing abt all of them, might be a bit slow but let me cook🔥

Eugene relationship hcs!

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Ok first of all

How did you bag him?? Like let me shake your hand??? Share your secret please???

You won at life. Congrats

My gorgeous wildcard of a man i love him

Ok so for pre-relationship.. i don't think he's that obvious

Like, sure, you could catch onto it at some point but for the most part he's actually subtle enough about it for it to fly over ur head, especially if you're dense

He's the most normal out of the club anyway, so you don't have to be too confused

He would be helpful, but you could always think he's like that just because you're friends

But would he really go so much out of his way to help for stuff like that?

Think staying up well after the time he normally goes to sleep just to help you understand a lesson or tutoring you for things you could probably learn yourself

He's explaining the subject well too - he wants to make sure you understand everything well and actually remember what he's explaining

And he's so patient about it too

He also strikes me as the type to be a bit flirty sometimes

Like look at him with his whole "adults will appreciate you trying so use it against them" thing and tell me he won't give blatant hints in such a way you won't be able to decide if he's being for real or he's just joking

And i don't mean only verbally

He'd hold your hand to not lose you in the horrid school corridor crowd and just forget to let go

Or when he's explaining a question from your homework he'd be just close enough for you guys to touch lightly but he's pretending to not notice so you don't say anything about it either

I saw someone mention so smth about him and dating rumors.. purposefully not correcting people about them

And whoever said that is SO on point

Someone could ask you guys if you're dating and he'd just smile at them like he's an angel

He's not an angel.

Internally he's giggling like the chibi pic i put in the middle of his banner

Anyway back on track

On the being helpful note i think it would extend to everything but he wouldn't really overdo it

Let me explain

He really wants to help you out whenever he can, and why wouldn't he?

Be it schoolwork, new hobbies, anything he can help with he will do his best

That doesn't mean he's going to do it for you - absolutely the opposite

He wants to see you grow and become even better at whatever the thing is, and that won't happen if he does the work instead of you

Also even if he can't really help you best believe he's gonna be there - quality time baby!

He's gonna hang around you, do something parallel to you or chat with you!

But then again.. i don't think there's many things he can't help you with

He is a prodigy for a reason and best believe he's gonna show that off

He won't be cocky but if he can do all that why wouldn't he show you and miss the chance to make himself look even better in your eyes?

And when he finally has you everyone and their mom will know

Not because he's telling everyone but it's gonna show because he's absolutely not hiding just how happy he is to have you

Now if someone decides they're gonna try their nonexistent chance with you that's when he's really making a show of it

He may not seem like it but he's lowk possesive ngl

Not like,, crazy or toxic possesive but he's definitely not having it if someone's getting too friendly with you

Suddenly his arm is around your shoulders and he's leaning into you or he's fixing your uniform and he keeps staring into whoever's decided to try

And thing is, he IS subtle enough for it not to seem weird but the vibe of "go tf away" is definitely there

And even with all that cunning thinking and that pretty genius head he's got, he's still SO easy to fluster

Despite all the talk so far, let's not forget that not only is he a teenage boy that doesn't seem to have any experience in romance but also he's such a nerd💔

No matter how comfortable he is with you there's still these random times he's all cute and flustered and it's over nothing

Kiss on the cheek? Poof he's red

You're gushing over him? Steam out of his ears like a cartoon

You're looking at him lovingly? Please give him time to cool down

If you're staring at his lips long enough and he catches on you'll probably have him rebooting his brain for a few seconds before he actually gives you a kiss

His poor heart can't take it

Despite the fact that his love languages i think would be quality time and acts of service, i think he's affectionate

Just in private

Remember him helping you study?

He's holding your hand, and if you're writing something he's kinda leaning on you

And most of the time the study session turns into a cuddle session when you're done studying

Usually it would be spooning while you guys are watching a movie or your head on his chest and he's either scrolling oh his phone or reading something

It's just so relaxing

Also he's randomly so? soft??

You could be laughing so hard you sound like you're choking on air or stuffing your mouth like a hamster or yapping away on something

And when you look back at him he's looking at you all warm and fuzzy and he makes your heart jump

"I'm so lucky to have you." "I love how your eyes crinkle when you smile, you know that?" "No, no, please keep laughing. I wanna listen to you."

Immediate heart attack

And when he catches on how flustered it makes you he's gonna do it even more too

Please let him be, he just wants you to know how happy he is to be yours

๑Requests are open btw(⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)✧⁠*⁠。

[2-dsimp]

I finally found time to show up😭 anyway- I need sweet hc or hcs in general about Miki- I’m a sucker for merfolk- pretty please?🥺

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Cw: Work Wifey

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Yandere coworker who’s an absolute wildcard. He can be sporadic always bustling from place to place so he’s the type not to sit still. He’d always be ranting your ear off about his new fixations and readily cling to you like the suction of a tentacle. He’s funny without meaning to as in he’ll make the most random comment before acting like nothing happened. Getting confused when he sees people laughing when he’s genuinely trying to voice an opinion.

“What’s up with you guys? All I said was shouldn’t Dill’s pickles be called Dickles instead? It’s good for marketing no?”

Yandere Coworker that can be classified as a himbo from how dense he could be at times. Especially when it comes to utilizing human appliances since he originated from the sea. Where he was used to eating raw meats like fish amongst other things he came across while hunting for a meal.

“Work wifey help meee! I think the macrowave thingy is trying to pick a fight with me! What’s it beeping so aggressively for?! Do I need to make an offering or something to appease it?”

Yandere Coworker who’s trying his best to adapt to the human world of civilization. By sticking to you like glue since you were the first to reach out to him and guide him in on the customs. While the others were hesitant at first seeing how peculiar he was. And in the process he’s learned of many terms his favorite being work wifey since he’d always think of you.

Yandere Coworker that Oftentimes reminds others of a shark pup just staring longingly outside the window pane of the office. Waiting for his owner to return, as some coworkers of his joked. But the majority felt bad since they know he’s the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. So they mainly mess with him just to get him to focus on other things. Rather than his lonesomeness without his precious work wife support.

“Cmon you sea guppy don’t you’ve got some errands to run?”

“Errands…? My work wife always liked to run errands. Says that it’s fun to get out rather than be cooped up in the office all day”

“Bro, they’ll come soon it’s not time for them to clock in yet. Since they’re coming in late remember?”

“…Huh? My bad I spaced out, I was thinking about my work wife”

The coworkers collectively facepalm and groan at his inherent neediness for you. And can only pray for you to return so that their newly appointed manager starts working his magic in the sales pitch department. Since they need his expertise in managing to clutch deals with some key figures who happened to like his quirky charms and foolhardy honest aptitude.

[reading-hub]

Helloo darling! 🫶🏻

I would absolutely love to request and so many apologies from me if your requests for fanfics aren’t open☹️

I would love a Overlord X F! or GN/reader

Where the reader is surprisingly powerful and more dominant even could overcome ainz if necessary and isn’t a NPC. I would love hcs on how he acts and perhaps how the people act? <3

I’m assuming you wanted the reader to be another former player of that game(?) I did what I could and I hope I did your request justice 😳 Enjoy! 💛 — Hubby

AINZ OOL GOWN with a powerful reader would include..

Ohhhh he’s down bad for you.

He’s always seen you as friend and you were the last people from the guild that actually showed up before servers got shut down. He genuinely appreciated that you wanted to stick by and watch.

What you didn’t expect was being trapped in the game with you…

Your original voices that you had were long gone after the clock struck midnight. Anytime you talked, a sultry voice would linger from your mouth!

If Ainz could blush a thousand shades of red he would’ve when he first heard it. You definitely had a dommy mommy vibe going with your character. He missed your simple and cute voice back when it was just you two.

You tried your best to not act too different from your old self when you and your guild mate were all alone but you felt the urge to intimidate those below you, and a need to have that competitive streak in you anytime you felt like your position as the supreme leader alongside Ainz was shaking.

No. You won’t let Ainz get the upper hand. Not when you’re around!

You felt the need to seduce and turn your guild mate into a blushing mess. Sure he was now a skeleton lord, but you found him all the more attractive regardless.

You always had to knock him down a few pegs.

The floor guardians think it’s a blessing to see you both in the same room!

Lord Ainz loves your dominance. Although he no longer feels much of anything, you bring that fire inside him to having you pin him down or best him at any of the attacks or spells that he thought you never leveled up to.

But Ainz never realized how much stronger you are! Especially now. Anytime he thought he had the upper hand, you were five steps ahead.

Your weapon and spell casting skill level was higher than his by 5! He couldn’t believe it!

Ainz definitely was slightly worried that your power would show especially to the floor guardians, he wouldn’t be overthrown just because you just were so much stronger right?

You teased his worries. Assuring him with that you two were an item, a team, a power couple! It’s both of you against this unknown world!

That small inner old self of yours is still there somewhere! And it’s still loves your guild mate, it’s just now owned by a tall dominant creature with the sultry voice that loves breaking people.

He knows you can beat him anytime. Now he has no excuse to hold back anything with you!

Sure a few buildings collapse around Nazerik but that’s what the NPCs are for. They’ll fix it.

Demiurge is your favorite. He’s your number 1 guardian and he is honored to serve you.

And no, you didn’t edit his coding to be in love you or anything (*coughs* Ainz!).

Demiurge couldn’t more happier to know one of his supreme leaders is cunning and dangerous. Ask and you shall receive with this demon servant! He’s a ride or die for you!!

Albedo and Shalltear are wildcards. They adore and love just as much as Lord Ainz!

Shalltear mainly sees you as a mother figure to her. She wants to ask your opinion on anything. Almost to the point of obsessive, but she knows where the line ends. The last thing she wants is for you to be dissatisfied with her as floor guardian. Please tell her that you’re proud of her once in a while.

Albedo knows she can’t meddle with you and Ainz. Although her coding says she’s in love with Lord Ainz, she’s knows her position as floor guardian comes first!

And she wants both you and Ainz to be happy. Seeing your over powerful casting breaking the sound barrier, she stares with stars in her eyes. She’s feels envy but also admiration for you!

Pandora’s Actor: “Mommy and Daddy??” 🥹 Although Ainz is more so a disappointed dad whenever PA speaks, you quickly found yourself assuring him like a stern but overprotective mother. Pandora’s Actor loves you! Anything you and Ainz say goes!

“Pandora’s Actor, please don’t flirt with the lady guardians, it makes them uncomfortable.” You tell him. “Of course Lady (Y/n)! You have my word!” He salutes, bowing graciously and he marches away to apologizes immediately to the maids for his behavior.

“Huh, even though you created him, he’s somehow more obedient with me than to you, Ainz.” You smirked deviously.

Ainz can only face palm at that moment. Although you were painfully right. The slight feeling of being teased with how parental you two were Pandora’s Actor, it left a warm feeling in him.

Playing domestic scenarios with you was something Ainz deeply loved.

Aura and Mare definitely look up to you. Admiring your strength and look to you and Ainz for guidance.

Aura is confident in your leadership and strong abilities. She wants to be just as strong as you one day!

Mare although timid to talk to you, Mare sees you as a one of the best spell casters in Nazerick, even keeps a close eye on you whenever you fight, taking notes on what he can adopt in their arsenal.

Although you’re much stronger then Ainz, the man definitely appreciates what you do for Nazerick. And is glad that you were the only one that stayed behind when the servers got shut down.

Behind closed doors, Ainz tells you that he’s just glad he’s not alone in this situation, although he has to put up an act around the floor guardians, he’s knows he can relay on you with at the end of the day.

When Shalltear got corrupted, he knew that he had to worry and that the floor guardians were vulnerable.

But at least he can rest easy knowing you can never betray him since you still have a little bit of humanity left in you. At least for now.

[bamfaholic]

From Eden to Sit at Your Door

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Kurt x Reader | 2.8k words

Summary: Kurt visits home, Munich, and decides to sit across from you. With your limited vision, it takes time for you to catch on to who this man really is. Not that you're given much time at all before your life is in danger.

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You take another sip, nearly emptying your cup. “I’m sure you’re a wildcard yourself.” You offer him your name, finishing your tea. “What brings you back to Munich?”

He begins to raise his hand, perhaps offering a handshake, before quickly pulling away. He clears his throat, “Kurt Wagner, and homesickness, really. It has been years since I’ve been home.”

You offer him a sweet smile. “Welcome home, Kurt.”

Alternate summary: Kurt is on a mission, accidentally causes hijinks, and catches feelings for the reader. Even more hijinks ensue.

A/N: this originally was going to be a bullet hc of a blind!reader x Kurt and now it's a multi-part fic lol. The reader will probably turn into an oc but the cringe cop has me in cuffs

This fic has been posted to my AO3 as well! Support me and find my other works there!

On an Autmn morning, you lounged at your local café, just mere blocks from your flat. The wind nipped at the tips of your ears, rustling stray hairs free. You remained warm, though, with your wool coat and cup of peppermint tea in your palms. The harsh difference of the chilling wind and familiar warmth was a part of this routine you cherished. Slowly raising the cup to your lips, a sip warmed you from the inside out.

The workers knew you, knew your name, your story. Practically blind from birth, you couldn’t recall a time when you didn’t have a thick dark vignette frame your vision. Your eyes were often compared to translucent glass marbles, commonly in distaste. Every now and then you were even accused of being a mutant. You always replied with a scoff, wondering if simple biology had been thrown out the window ever since the Mutant Panic in the 70’s.

Though, it piqued your interest in university. You began to dig to see if mutants were similar, or even no different, than those disabled. Unfortunately, the hoops to jump through to acquire a degree with accommodations surmounted and you had to drop out. Your classmate and friend, however, still often visited to read to you scientific papers, and assisted you in writing a thesis in their free time. For now, you resorted to being an author, as you needed to express your ideas with the world.

Which is why you people watched. Each morning you had your cup of tea and watched the quick blurs and bursts of color, sometimes squinting to really focus on a detail. You listened to their words, their stories. It was all ample ammo for your works. You had fallen so lost in concentration, you failed to notice the man sit down at your table. You took a few more sips, savoring the flavors melting over your tongue. There was a flick of a distinct blue, such an unnatural color, that caught your eye.

“Ah, excuse me.” His German was natural, native, and yet there were inklings of an American influence. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.”

You turned your body to face him, setting your cup down on the coaster. “No, not at all.” You softly smiled. “It’s not often I have company.”

While odd in nature to encroach a stranger’s space, it didn’t bother you. You figured all the other seats were taken; it was a busy morning after all. If he was not to disturb your peace, then you would pay it no mind.

You scanned him up and down. From what you could tell, he was wearing a coat with a hood, and something a deep rich blue beneath. Lots of blue. He must really enjoy the color. Gears began to turn in your head, perhaps he could be a fountain of inspiration.

“Your eyes,” He began softly, appearing to nibble on a pastry, “I don’t think I’ve seen a color like that before.” His voice was bursting with excitement and curiosity.

You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek. Here we go... You were prepared to recite the speech you’ve given your entire life but decide to keep it short and sweet. “It’s glaucoma, my eyes shouldn’t look like this.”

“Ah, I see.” Another bite. “I apologize, I have never heard of such a condition before.”

You glance down, tracing the lip of your teacup with your fingertip. “Are you American? I hear it in your voice, but your German is perfect.” You decide to change the subject.

He chuckles, “Have I really been gone that long?” He softly mumbles to himself. “No, no I am not. I’m native to here, Munich, but I have been living in the states for some time. New York.”

“New York?” You raise a brow. “That must be so exciting.” A smile pulls at your lips. “I’ve always wanted to see the city, is it as nice as they say?”

Another chuckle, heartier and from his chest this time. “It is far too glamorized. Very dirty, stinky.” He waves a hand. “But the people there… They are truly one of a kind.”

You take another sip, nearly emptying your cup. “I’m sure you’re a wildcard yourself.” You offer him your name, finishing your tea. “What brings you back to Munich?”

He begins to raise his hand, perhaps offering a handshake, before quickly pulling away. He clears his throat, “Kurt Wagner, and homesickness, really. It has been years since I’ve been home.”

You offer him a sweet smile. “Welcome home, Kurt.”

You hear his heart beat a little harder, faster. “Ah, thank you!” His cheeriness returns, and you surmise this is this natural state of being.

 Now this man really has your attention. You curse yourself for not bringing your notebook. You just simply must engage him in more conversation. “I don’t mean to pry, but I’d love to hear about your time in America, where you plan to go and do while you’re here, back home. I hope it’s not too invasive.”

His tone tells on himself, making it clear he’s excited for someone to be interested in him. “Ah, well, in America I have found family.”

There’s a quick arch of blue that blurs behind his head. You blink. Did you just hallucinate?

“They truly are a gift from God.” He shakes his head. “You asked about my time in America, no? Not my family. Ahem.” He clears his throat and straightens himself in his seat. “I was rescued, in truth, I did not have the best life here in Munich. I used to be in the circus.” A smile slips across his lips as he reminisces. “They called me ‘The Great Nightcrawler.’” He spreads his hands out and open in front of him for added effect. “I was a trapeze artist, a great one.”

You hang onto every word, but bust out a giggle, “I assumed as much, with ‘Great’ being included in ‘The Great Nightcrawler’ and all.”

Kurt stumbles over himself, “Ah, yes- I suppose you are right.” He laughs in turn. “But I flew through the air with ease, to deafening applause.”

“Did you enjoy it? It sounds like you were beloved.” You muse.

“Aye, I did.” A beat passes, and his tone suddenly shifts somber. “Doing a performance, anyway. Any other time… It was not so great, the living conditions.”

Your lips form a tight frown. You won’t push himself to share what could be hurtful. The man links his hands together in front of him on the table. “A cage,” He begins. “I was kept in a cage, like an animal. Fed scraps, if anything. Force-fed beer after shows.” A broken, awkward laugh escapes his chest, “I would suddenly be a drunkard, not even knowing where in God’s Earth I was, then thrown into that harsh cold steel.”

You knit your eyebrows together, chewing the inside of your cheek more. A nervous, unhealthy habit you developed when the gears began to turn in your head. “How?” You squeak out. “How is that possible? How could they do that, isn’t it illegal?”

There’s a great, long pause. The shuffle of the pedestrians that wade by fill your ears. “I am a man of God, friend. I entrust in Him my life, my future. If He wished for me to… Endure that trial, then who am I to question Him.”

His answer left a sour taste in your mouth. He was dodging the issue at hand, you both knew that. You take a sharp inhale through your teeth, fidgeting with the hem of your one sleeve. It wasn’t uncommon to find someone faithful, and you had no gripes against Kurt for being so devout, but you just couldn't accept it being used as an excuse for flat-out abuse.

You open your mouth to press him without much thought, but luckily something else ensnares your attention. About twenty feet down the sidewalk, across the street, you hear the chatter of two policemen.

“There he is.” The one on the left gruffs.

“I see ‘im.” The other spits, “Bloody mutant.”

A mutant? Your heart leaps. Despite your infatuation with them, hungry to know more, you nearly never got to interact with one. You whip your head around, hoping that maybe despite your impaired vision, you could spot them in the crowd. Alas, the only strange figure is… The very man seated across from you.

Your heart now pounds in your ears, adrenaline searing through your veins. “Kurt,” You lower your voice, reaching out to grab his hand. “Please, just, trust me.”

“What?” He laughs, “Is there a joke coming? What is with the sudden seriousness, friend?” But as he sees your expression, his body tenses.

“Just walk with me. Do not look behind us.”

You rise from your seat, pushing it in beneath the table, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Still gripping his hand firmly, you begin to drag him down the street, blending in with the foot traffic.

“He’s starting to get away!” Your ears burn, hearing the police notice your failure to slip away.

It is only now your heart drops as you realize you have no idea what you are doing. Your guess about Kurt being the mutant is confirmed by the police’s reaction, but you didn’t think this far ahead. Where were you even going? What was the end goal? Walk to the end of the earth, hoping the police never catch up?

“Friend-“ Kurt begins, “What is the matter? What is going on?” His words slam into each other a tad, his breath hitching and increasing. He whips his head around, trying to see whatever had spooked you.

“The police,” You begin in a hiss, “They seem to be after you. I heard it.”

“Heard it?” He’s stunned. “Heard it where?”

You quickly yank him into a tight alleyway, a mere inch separates your chests as you face him. “Shh, watch. Across the street, they’re coming towards us. I’m sure they saw us dip in here.” You’re out of breath as your heart pounds against your ribcage. “I heard them talk about a mutant.”

It’s only now, being so up close and personal, do you truly see Kurt. It’s not that he likes the color blue, he is blue. His eyes are a dazzling gold. Two tiny points threaten to peek out from his lips, little fangs. Your eyes drift down, seeing a tail that ends in a pointed spade. You surmise that must have been the blur of blue from before.

“Y-You’re the mutant.” Your voice trembles, the adrenaline putting strain on your body. The realization of the pleasant fellow you spent your morning with being so… Different. You kick yourself for thinking that way, but it’s only result of the propaganda lining the streets. Your eyes are burning holes into him. You hear the blood rush to his face and ears, heart pounding.

You clutch your cane tighter, leaning into it. It’s not the best for you, as not only do you have Glaucoma, you happen to be blessed with the co-morbidity of Sickle Cell Anemia. Your joints are weaker than a healthy individual, and intense exercise, like running from the cops, is ill-advised. Your head swims as the tachycardia hits you like a tidal wave.

“Ah-“ Kurt raises his hands, hoping it eases your panic. “Aye, I am, but I am a friend. I won’t hurt you-“

Something whizzes by, grazing the bridge of your nose. Screams ring out in the street, pedestrians scrambling in every which way.

“Halt!” One of the officers bark, pointing some form of gun at the two of you. “You are being detained, mutant!”

The other steadily approaches, reaching for something hooked to his belt. Kurt’s eyes glance from the officers to you, and he closes the gap, wrapping his arms around you. “Take a breath, this may be disorienting.”

“Kurt, what-!“ You don’t get to finish, gasping as you feel yourself being hurled at a racing speed. It takes you by such surprise, you lose grip of your cane.

A plume of smoke clouds your vision as the smell of brimstone burns your nostrils. You cough, wobbling on your feet. You were dizzy before, but this was tilt-a-whirl level of topsy-turvy. You try to use your cane to steady yourself, but find that your weight is being supported by nothing at all.

You begin to head face first to what’s beneath you, but you’re caught by Kurt, his arm wrapping around your torso. “Careful there, friend.” He softly says, lifting you up. He refuses to release you until he’s certain you won’t go tumbling.

You blink. You were just in the alleyway, but now you’re peering down the city of Munich. The cops are just below you, and you see one officer ready his gun, aiming right for Kurt.

“Kurt!” You lunge toward him, the shingles of the roof unkind to being stepped on. It begins to slip away, sending you back down with gravity.

Another shot rings out. Kurt snatches you again, by your scruff, but he didn’t foresee the hit landing on you.

A curdling scream is ripped from your lungs, you feel the pierce of a needle in your side. In an instant, it feels cold, like liquid nitrogen being pumped in your veins. You look down, seeing a vial attached to the needle. Without much thought, you reach to grab it. Whatever it is, you want it out.

“No, don’t do that-“ Kurt firmly grasps your wrist. “I’m sorry, friend, but not until I know what they just dosed you with.”

                “Dosed?” Your body not only feels frigid, as if you were tossed into a snow storm naked, it’s quickly increasing in mass. Your legs are growing limp.

“Aye.” His jaw locks, his gaze scanning down at the chaos below the two of you. “We must go.” He tosses you over his shoulder and whispers, “I am sorry.”

Another brief burst of frightening motion, another plume of smoke. It feels like being pitched like a baseball at record speeds. Your tea threatens to come back up from your stomach. You groan, rolling your head to the side. It’s strange seeing such familiar buildings from a birds-eye view, but you recognize you’ve moved a few blocks away in an instant.

You suffer a few more rounds of the sickening movement, before it finally ends. You’re in a cold, quiet bell tower. You’ve lost all sense of direction. You could be halfway across the globe for all you knew.

Kurt rests you against the wall, watching as your body slumps. “I am sorry, friend.” You try to move your head up, to hold his gaze, but you can’t. Your arms lay solid on the harsh stone.

Kurt crouches down, moving your coat away to inspect the projectile lodged in your side. “I am so sorry if this hurts. Please let me know.” His voice is so soft, as if he was speaking to a new born. It comforts you. He gently cups the tube in his hand, reading the inscription on the side. “Tch, American.” He spits.

He sighs, forcing a little smile for you. “Good news and bad news, friend.” He gently frees the needle out from you, ripping a pained gasp out of you. “It is just a tranquilizer, you will not die. It also happened to hit your liver, so it will flush out of your system quicker than usual. Bad news, you will be… Like this, for quite some time.”

You can’t even respond. You’re putting all your willpower into focusing on him, keeping your eyes open.

“But fret not, I will keep you safe!” He grins, slipping the tranquilizer into his pocket. “They do not call me the Great Nightcrawler for nothing.” He chuckles, but the worry lines on his face are crisp, even with your vision.

He glances over his shoulder. The chilly air only burns as wind whips across your features. You begin to shiver. When he looks back to you, he scrambles to slip off his coat, draping it on top of you. Underneath, he wears a tight black, red, and white uniform.

Silly, you think, your rational slipping, his circus outfit, here?

“Ah, I am so sorry.” He gently wipes a tear that you hadn’t registered. “You are safe, shh. Rest.” He pats your head.

You gain your senses for a moment, frustration boiling in you. You don’t, can’t, let yourself go. Not here, not now. You blink, again and again, fighting those heavy eyelids.

In astonishment, you watch as Kurt opens your satchel, rummaging around. He pulls out your wallet. Is he… Robbing you? How could he? You grumble in protest, but it falls on deaf ears. He places your wallet back in your bag, laying it gently in your lap.

“Rest easy, friend. I will return, I promise you.”

Smoke swirls in front of you, that now familiar burning smell hits you. The last thing you can recall is noticing a rosary, of all things, resting in your palm. The face of The Messiah watches you as you helplessly black out.

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