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father, like daughter

“You’re joking!” The Villain’s daughter said, dangerously holding whatever new monstrous invention she had tinkered up. “That’s Bullshit!”

The Villain held up two fingers. “That’s two months now, young lady! And I'm taking away your power drill!” The Villain’s daughter turned red with anger as she faced the Hero standing on the other side of kitchen island.

“Tell him it’s not fair!” She shouted, prompting the Villain to turn towards Hero as well. Hero had come by only to pick up some documents she needed from Villain, she hadn’t expected to play jury.

“Uh. Well- Villain. Maybe you're being too harsh-” Her train of thought derailed at the sight of Villain’s glare only comparable to his daughter’s. “Um…” She quickly put up two fists on her hips and raised her chin.

“Listen to your father.” Satisfied, the Villain turned to his daughter.

“Starting an underground weapon market?! What were you thinking? What if you got hurt!? Do you have any idea how traceable PAYPAL is?!”

“I started doing cash only!”

“Yes! After Other Villain venmo-ed you 8K!”

“Exactly! My business is booming! You’re just jealous I’m a better Villain than you.” The Villain chuckled sarcastically.

“You have no idea what game you’re playing! I’ve been at this for years and never once did I let myself slip or be noticed!”

“Ugh whatever! No Hero has caught me yet!”

The Hero tensed- clearing her throat. Both Villain and mini Villain turned to her before quickly facing each other again.

“I should have Hero arrest you right now!”

“She would not! It’s been 10 years and she hasn’t even arrested you!”

“I-” Hero tried to intervene.

“Exactly! 10 years of seducing Hero and turning her completely complicit. Now that’s villany!” The Hero could only stutter out her beginning to a counterargument.

“It took you 10 years to seduce her?! Is that really something to be proud of?”

“Watch it, young lady!”

“Ok fine! I’ll just seduce Sidekick then!” She pointed her weapon at Hero’s sidekick who had been enjoying the show, hand half into a tortilla chip bag on the Villain's couch. The Sidekick shot a pleading look at Hero, a look she could only shrug at. The Villain’s eyes narrowed.

“Three months.”

The Villain’s daughter groaned over exaggeratedly, threw her weapon on the kitchen island and stomped up to her room.

“And you!” The Villain pointed to Hero’s sidekick. “Get any closer than 20 meters from her, I dare you.” The Sidekick quickly nodded, a deer in the headlights.

“Yes sir. Of course sir.” Standing up straight. The Villain cringed.

“Ugh. I can’t even see you right now. Get out.” The villain said, hand to his temple. The Sidekick skipped past the Hero, giving her a nervous smile Hero returned with a roll of her eyes. Before leaving out the door the Sidekick turned back.

“Actually we had plans Friday night to-”

“Out!” The Villain yelled, throwing a fork to the door.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Villain. See ya later. Bye!” he rushed out almost as fast of his words did from his mouth leaving only Hero and Villain amidst the slam of the door. After a sigh left his mouth the Villain finally relaxed and Hero had the courage to get closer, leaning on the counter.

“Teenagers, right?” she chuckled. The Villains only huffed.

“Sorry for screaming at your sidekick.”

“He knows you don’t mean harm. Besides, I’m the one who drove here so it's not like he can go anywhere.” She joked, earning a chuckle from the Villain.

“You know what the worst part is?” The Villain softened.

“Hmm?” The Hero answered.

“Before I was angry- I was really, really impressed. Maybe even proud!” He gestured towards the weapon on the kitchen island.

"A bubble trap gun? Why hadn't I ever thought of it?" The Villain seemed genuinely intrigued as he picked it up to analyze. "This is amazing craftsmanship."

The Hero was shocked for a second before remembering who she was talking to and laughed. Villain only let out another chuckle and sighed as the Hero calmed down.

“If you do let him anywhere near her-”

“Isn’t that what my Mentor said to Supervillain?” Hero teased.

“That’s different. I didn’t seduce you to get back at my father.” The hero only smiled and leaned against him.

“Don’t worry. If genetics are anything to account for, they'll be 27 before your daughter wins my sidekick’s heart.”

#fanficforlater

silverryuan

Azul Ashengrotto with a Bad Genius reader (Part 3)

• Azul didn't want to be cruel, no, that would be so insulting! An honor student like him? Cheat and blackmail? Haha! Oh, like aren't you any different. He hated you. No... He loathed even mentioning you.

• How could someone in his dorm, who's in lower status, be this much of a threat to him? You are the epitome of a behaved and well-mannered model student. Not only that, you have grades and intelligence far higher than anyone in class. Possibly surpassing Azul's. Now that is what's bothering him.

#fanficforlater

byjove

I think about The Man of the Hole so often. 27 years alone. 27 years with no one to speak to but strangers to wave to. Survived a genocide, a massacre that killed everyone he had ever known and later, an assassination attempt. He still tried to warn researches about the traps he built. He was only about 60 when he died in 2022. The people who tormented him in life later desecrated his grave.

elliebean714

Daddy's Got You

Yandere!Leon Kennedy x Child!GN!Reader

After your mom dies in an accident, her 'friend' Leon takes over as your guardian. Only life has made him much more protective and overbearing of those in his care

RE9

Angst, Slow Burn

CW~ Drugging, Murder/Child Murder (Not Reader), Fire And Burn Injury/ Scars

Pt1 Interlude Pt2

An~ Reblog to be adopted by leon kennedy (No promises but you may as well try lol). Paternal/ Platonic Yanderes>>>>>>> Romantic Yanderes. And ive been saying that for a while. WOWW!! Youu guys REALLY liked Pt1! That was SO unexpected, thank you so much!! I was actually thinking this would be a lot more unpopular series, but it really popped off lowkey hehe tyyyyy!! LOVE YEWWWWWWW!!!

For a while Y/N was excited to go to school.

They would get up bright and early to get dressed and have breakfast with Leon, who wouldn't give them a bite until verifying they'd brushed their teeth, then eagerly wait with a restless bouncing leg for it to be time to go. Then afterwards always waiting for them when the bell rang, he was there to pick them up. Whilst they'd never discussed it, the memory of waiting an hour for their mom stuck with Y/N every single time they left the school doors and somehow Leon knew that and took every possible excuse he could in order to be there for them.

#fanficforlater

amethyst-sugar

Yandere police officer? The kind of guy to go overboard with his power

Sorry, it's more platonic than parental. Had a hard time with this one, but I wanted to get it out!

Masterlist

Yandere Police Officer! who hears your statement that you gave the station about your home being broken into. He can’t help but feel protective of you. How can you have experienced this, and they can’t do anything about it?

Yandere Police Officer! who watches over your home during the night, searching for you in the system, learning everything he can about you.

Yandere Police Officer! who follows you, even when he’s on the clock. He uses almost any resource that he can, eliminating any chance for you to get into danger.

Yandere Police Officer! who eventually figures out who broke into your place. He follows them for a short time, hoping you’d understand this is for the greater good for now.

Yandere Police Officer! who breaks into the evidence room, taking a bag to plant on the guy. He will learn not to mess with his kid anymore.

Yandere Police Officer! who wants to have contact with you. He comes back to your place when he knows you are free, dressed up with all of his gear. He claims that he is here for a mandatory check-up. After he hears how you are, he tells you about a camera system that the station recommends to get.

Yandere Police Officer! who waits for the camera system to be up. He hacks into the system, thanks to his friend, promising him he won’t tell a soul about his secret.

Yandere Police Officer! who now watches you while he’s away from your house. It feels like the best of both worlds to him. He can watch you, knowing that you are safe, and be productive at other things.

Taglist: @c-monthecob @number0nel0ser @vanillsugar @neothecashier @natllo @never-evil

#fanficforlater

takeyrregrets

𝗡𝗮𝗽𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗙𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝗱 & 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 Originally I was going to have this go a completely different route which focused on abandonment issues as a foster kid, but my brain took over

Mornings always felt a little bit too loud.

Cabinets banging, toast burning, the old radio playing something tinny and cheerful that didn’t match the quiet ache sitting just under the ribs. You kept your hood up, your arms folded, slouched in the kitchen chair like it owed you money.

Across from you, he was always moving—pouring coffee with one hand, buttering toast with the other, half-dressed for work and muttering about the time. The sleeves of his button-up were rolled past his elbows, and his tie was crooked. He didn’t notice. He never did.

You didn’t say much in the mornings. He didn’t push.

Instead, every day, he slid a lunchbox across the counter to you like a peace offering. It always held the same things: a peanut butter sandwich (cut diagonally, thank god), a sad little apple, and a napkin.

A folded napkin with something scribbled on it in blue pen.

Sometimes a joke. Sometimes a doodle. Once it was just a sentence: “Saw a crow today. Thought of you. In a cool way.”

You never reacted. Never gave him the satisfaction of a laugh or even a glance. But you kept them anyway. Stuffed into the bottom of your backpack like lint. Some crumpled. Some flattened out and re-folded.

You didn’t know why.

One morning, he was clearly running late. The house smelled like burnt toast, and he was hopping on one foot while trying to tie his shoe. You grabbed your backpack from the chair and paused at the door.

“Did you…” You stopped, tried again. “The napkin?”

He froze, looked at you blankly for a second. Then: “Oh. No—I forgot. Sorry, kiddo.”

You shrugged. Or tried to. “Whatever. I don’t care.”

You slammed the door behind you anyway.

Lunch felt weird that day. You opened the box and stared at it like something was missing. Sandwich. Apple. No napkin.

No dumb drawing. No joke about penguins. No weird fact about how bananas are berries and strawberries aren’t.

Just… nothing.

You didn’t eat.

That night, he found you curled up sideways on the couch, staring at your phone but not really seeing it. He handed you a mug of cocoa with marshmallows. You took it without looking.

He sat on the other end of the couch. Hesitant. Careful.

“So, uh… forgot the napkin today.”

You didn’t respond, just nodding simply as you scrolled.

He blinked a bit, slightly surprised at how upset you seemed. “Didn’t think you cared too much for them.”

You shrugged, a little slow as your voice grumbled quietly. “They’re just.. dumb jokes...”

He nodded, bringing his hand up to gently run his hands through your hair. “You know...I only started doing it because I didn’t know what else to do, ...you didn’t talk too much when you moved in. I figured…” He trailed off. “It was something at least...”

You tugged your hoodie down over your face, pushing his hand away in embarrassment

A long pause passed between you. You didn’t know how to say it—that you’d kept all of them. That when things felt too big or too heavy, you’d dig through your bag just to unfold one and stare at it until you felt normal again.

So instead, you mumbled: “I didn’t say I hated them.”

He smiled, just a little. “Got it. Dumb jokes are back on the menu.”

The next day, the napkin said: “If I had a dollar for every time you pretended not to laugh at one of these, I’d be able to buy a mansion.”

You rolled your eyes. Folded it once. Slipped it into your pocket.

You might have smiled. You’ll never admit it.

From then on, the napkins came back like normal, with a new kind of intensity in them

One day it was just a drawing of two stick figures: one with a hoodie, arms crossed, standing next to a taller one with wild hair labeled “Me (Your Awesome Dad).” A speech bubble saying: "I love you coolcat."

You almost cried at lunch. You told yourself it was just because of the onions in your sandwich. (that doesn't even make sense..)

One night, you found him asleep at the kitchen table. Papers strewn everywhere. Bills. Some work stuff. You ignored the papers that said adoption in bold black ink. His head was resting on one arm, the other still holding a pen.

You crept forward quietly. Picked up the unfinished napkin. It just said: "Not sure what to write today. Just… hope you’re okay."

You stared at it for a long time. Then carefully, you picked up the pen.

Underneath his writing, in small blocky letters, you added: “I’m trying.”

You folded it. Left it there for him to find in the morning.

He never said anything about it. But the next day, your napkin said: “Trying counts. Proud of you.”

You kept that one in your pocket all day. It didn’t go in the backpack. That one stayed close.

Sometimes it still gets loud in your head. Sometimes you still flinch at raised voices. Still freeze when someone says your name too sharply.

But there’s cocoa waiting on cold nights. Sandwiches cut diagonally. A couch that sinks just right when you curl up in the corner.

And there’s always a napkin waiting in your lunchbox. Folded, doodled on, sometimes ridiculous. But always there.

You still act like you don’t care.

But he still writes them anyway. Knowing full well that all of his little notes are being kept safe in the bottom of your bag.

#fanficforlater

writinggremln

part uh... 5 I think?

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

Edit: part 6, part 7

“This plan is stupid.”

Both Hero and Supervillain sighed this time. Hero looked outside the window, watching houses and trees pass by. The humming of the train would have been soothing, if not for the whining Villain on their ear.

“I said this plan is stup-”

“We heard you the first time.” Hero snapped. They admit, it wasn’t their smartest plan. But it was the only plan they’d got. Supervillain’s eyes shifted from the young supers sitting in front of them, to the view outside. At first glance they seemed bored, but Hero noticed their hand clenching and unclenching on their lap. The hero couldn’t blame them, they were worried too, but for different reasons.

Leaving their post was… well, not allowed is a nice way to say it. It’s not like their city wasn’t in safe hands, the hero trusted their partner to cover for them and keep the citizens unharmed. It was the fact that they didn’t know when they’d be back. Or if they’d even come back alive. If their enemy had managed to kidnap Superhero, then the hero was, to put it lightly, fucked.

Beside them, the villain sagged on Hero’s shoulder. “HeroHeroHero. Talk to me.” Hero only sighed.

“Villain, I think even you can understand that I’m in a very delicate situation here.”

“Oh, please. They’re not your secret lover.”

Out of the corner of their eye, Hero noticed Supervillain’s hand clench. “They’re my mentor. And you have no right-”

The train suddenly clinked and slowed down, before it came to a sudden halt. People in their car exclaimed in confusion and the villain, for some reason, lay on Hero’s lap.

“…What are you doing?”

“Obviously I fell.”

“Oh, get up!” The audacity! The stop wasn’t that sudden! Hero tried to push the villain’s head away, but the little shit was stuck to them like glue. “Hey! Would you just-! Get. Off.”

“Can’t. I have fallen.”

Supervillain gave a long exasperated sigh and checked his phone.

“Villain, I’m so fucking serious, if you don’t get off…”

“Oh my, is this how you comfort traumatized civilians, my dear?” Villain gave the hero an impish smile before pressing their head against Hero’s stomach and hugging their waist. “I know you can do better.”

Hero couldn’t tell if their face was hot because of their anger or because they were flustered. They’d rather not know anyway. “You are hardly traumatized-”

“But the train accident…”

“There was no accident!”

A few people in their car gave them a look at the noise, before averting their eyes away when they saw Supervillain’s glare. Hero felt their ears go red in embarrassment and kept their mouth shut. Villain smiled against their stomach.

The train stayed in place for a minute. Then two. Then five. People were getting impatient, the three supers included. After ten minutes passed, the speakers chimed.

“Attention passengers! We do apologize for the delay, but it appears a few cows are blocking the path. Seeing as we can’t just run them over, our staff is doing their best to get them off track. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.”

There were sighs of annoyance and some giggles around the super trio. Hero wanted to sigh in frustration as well, but the thought of train conductors trying to herd cows off the tracks brought an unwanted smile on their face.

“I saw that.” Villain said from below.

Hero frowned, the smile gone. “Get up.”

“Fine, fine.” Their nemesis got off and stretched their arms. Hero glanced at Supervillain, who had a worried look on their face.

“I’m sure it won’t take long.” They said, unhelpfully.

Supervillain just gave them a tired look. “Whatever you say, kid.”

Far away from them, Superhero was doing their best to hold on. They couldn’t help but shiver, and the hero could tell that they were getting tired, weaker. Their powers wouldn’t protect them for long. They let out a short huff and they could see their breath leaving from their body in a puff of white smoke. Yeah, no, that wasn’t good.

The door opened with a loud clank and in came Rogue, hands in their pockets. “Well?”

Superhero wheezed a laugh. “Well… what.”

The other frowned. “Are you going to give us what we want?”

“Heh, piss off.”

“Are you going to surrender?”

“What do you think?” The hero winked.

“For the sake of our friendship, Superhero, I’m going to give you one last chance.” They approached and rested one hand gently on the hero’s shoulder. Superhero almost leaned at the warmth. “Just give him what he wants.” Rogue’s voice was softer. “It’ll be way easier.”

Superhero let out a few breaths of smoke before answering. “You know damn well I won’t do that.”

“…Fine.” Rogue retracted their hand. “Have it your way.” They sighed in disappointment as they started circling the hero as a shark circles its prey. “My boss is a resourceful, practical man, Superhero, and both he and I have decided that you’re too valuable to just discard and throw away.”

Superhero cranked their neck to meet Rogue’s gaze. “Spare me the speech and get to the point.”

“I’m getting there.” Rogue forcefully turned Superhero’s head forward. The hero gritted their teeth. They thought their neck snapped at the speed. “His idea was to keep you here for however long it takes, but I’ve managed to convince him that you won’t be telling anything useful anytime soon. So we’ve decided to make some use out of you another way.”

The hero ignored the chill up their spine. It was probably because of the temperature anyway. “Oh? On a time limit, I see.”

The rogue continued. “How much do you know about the Slaughter Drug?” They stopped circling and bent down on one knee in front of the hero.

Superhero frowned. Everybody knew about that drug. It was originally supposed to speed up the healing process, however it had some major side effects. The hero didn’t remember the details, having it been so long ago, fifteen years since its production was shut down. But they did remember how the drug activated the fight or flight response and the aggressiveness of the drugged person, causing them to lash out and even kill everything on sight. People affected by this drug acted more like animals than human and it seemed that they had no awareness of their actual surroundings at all. They just needed to destroy everything on sight, according to the interviews done with the supers on rehab. Hence, the name.

The hero also remembered where the drug came from. “Everything.” And they had a nasty feeling that the rogue’s boss had somehow found out too.

Rogue hummed. “Really? I thought those drugs weren’t on your division. Anyways,” they cupped Superhero’s face gently with one hand, “my boss had the decency to tell me its main component. You remember your old nemesis, don’t you?” Yeah, the hero wasn’t surprised at this turn of events. Anyone could find out just by looking and smelling the thing. The real problem was, how did Rogue’s boss get his hands on the drug?

“Turns out, it was their blood all along!” Rogue’s tone was cheery and the hero felt their head throb at the volume. “Well, on hindsight, I guess it isn’t that big of a discovery. Everyone knew of that creep’s fast-healing.” They stood up and Superhero bit their tongue, refraining from saying anything stupid.

Then Rogue stood up and retracted something from their pocket. A small vial. Full of a dark red liquid in it. Superhero felt their blood run cold. “Where did you get that?”

“That information is classified.” The rogue moved behind them and grabbed Superhero’s hair by the roots, angling their face upwards. “This isn’t the real Slaughter Drug, though. It just has the same main element as it.”

“Where the fuck did you get it? And let me go!” Superhero struggled, but their body was so cold and frozen up that all they managed to do was crane their neck even higher. Rouge let go of their hair and held them by their jaw, squishing their cheeks.

“Woah! All riled up, huh?” Rouge laughed. “Good. By the way, you’re supposed to thank me. Boss wanted to give you this by syringe.” They uncapped the vial with their teeth and spat the cap on the floor. “But I told him you’d struggle too much for that, and we don’t want anything to go to waste."

Superhero snarled, trying and failing to pull their head out of the rogue’s grip. “No. No, no, wait. Rogue. Wait!”

“Say ahh…”

“No! Wai-mmph!” The hero clamped their mouth shut just as the vial connected with their lips. They felt the tickling sensation of a few drops dripping on their skin and down to their neck as Rogue tried to press the liquid inside of their mouth.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake… What.” Rogue sighed in annoyance and put the vial away for a moment. Odd, Superhero thought, looks like they really don’t want to waste the stuff… They still kept their mouth shut, and the rogue let go of their face and put the bottle down by the hero’s feet. “There. Now, talk. Seems like you have something important to say.”

Superhero waited until the other stood up and crossed their arms over their chest. They slowly opened their mouth and licked their dry lips. “Rogue, you…” they started, their voice hoarse, “you can’t give me that. You’re smart. You know what I’m capable of.”

“Oh, I know. We know. Why do you think we’re giving it to you?” Rogue scoffed.

The superhero’s jaw dropped. “A-Are you insane?! I’ll burn everything in my way! You included!” The fiery hero’s breath hitched when they felt fingers enter their mouth and press their tongue down.

“I understand, Superhero, I’m not stupid. But like I said, this isn’t a Slaughter Drug.” Rogue bent down and to the hero’s horror grabbed the vial. They started to struggle. “It’s a mind control drug.”

As the rogue kept their mouth open with an alarming amount of strength, Superhero tried one last desperate attempt to be let go. They bit down on Rogue’s fingers. Hard.

“Ow! FUCK!” They dropped the vial and it shattered on the ground with a loud clatter. At the sound Superhero opened their mouth. Rogue pulled their hand out, looking at their shaking hand in horror and fury. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Did you think I’d actually let you do that to me, you little prick.” Superhero snickered, panting slightly. “Looks like we were both wrong. You are stupid.”

Rogue mumbled something Superhero didn’t catch. They took the glove off of their bitten hand, inspecting their fingers. They stared at it in disbelief, before erupting into a maniacal laugh. “My god, you really are something!” They walked slowly towards the superhero. “I was wearing gloves, and you still managed to leave bite marks. I mean, wow!”

Superhero tensed up when their captor stood behind them and put their hands on their shoulders. “I have way more fight in me than you imagine.”

“Heh.” They heard Rogue shuffle as they took one hand away from their shoulder. More shuffling and something popping. Before the hero could ask, they felt something press against their neck. Their gut sank. “You really should’ve just thanked me and went with the drink.”

“No!” Superhero nearly jumped out of their seat, but the rogue was quicker. They grabbed a fistful of the super’s hair and held their head back, their neck exposed. “Don’t!”

“Stay still. I don’t want to make a mess.”

“N-No, Rogue! No!” Their used to be friend was rougher than before. Superhero could barely move. All they could do was struggle and tremble as they felt the vial liquid entering their body. “Stop!”

They begged until they couldn’t even protest anymore. Their voice cracked slightly and their whole muscles tensed up. They could feel the drug in their veins, the liquid so cold and hot at the same time that all the hero could feel was pain. Rogue all but threw their head back, letting them go. The hero let out a small painful groan.

“Don’t fight it. It’ll only hurt more.” Rogue’s voice was so far away. “I didn’t want it to come to this, Superhero. But we did have to find use of you somehow.” The pain was too much. Superhero wished that their throat wasn’t closed up so they could scream. Distantly, they felt water coming out of their eyes. “And making you our mindless killing machine seemed a wonderful idea at the time.”

“N..n-no…” Superhero managed to beg.

Rogue just sighed and cupped their face again. “I do hope you do not disappoint, Superhero.” And they let go.

The hero fought, of course they did. But then the lights were too bright, the rogue’s whispering voice too loud, the crushing ache on their body too much. They couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t feel, they felt everything. They wanted to laugh, they wanted to cry, they wanted to laugh, they wanted to scream, they wanted to scream, they wanted to scream, scream, scream! But they were paralyzed and they couldn't move, so they had to shout for help but they couldn’t even beg with all the sand in their mouth and the salt in their eyes and the cold in their bones. Oh, God, not the cold. It was so cold, so so cold. Superhero wasn’t supposed to be this cold.

They were dying. They were dying and they weren’t dying in Supervillain’s arms. This was wrong. This was wrong they were cold and dying and alone and hurt and cold and Supervillain wasn’t there oh God Supervillain wasn’t there and they were cold and dying and alone and where was Supervillain and-

“Do you want it to stop?” A man’s voice. Echoing in their head.

“s…s…st…”

“I can make it stop.” The man offered and the hero gasped with hope.

“stop… no..wait, I…”

“You just have to do everything I say.”

“please…”

“And forget everything you are.”

“I…”

“Can you do that for me?”

Oh, the voice was warm. So warm. Supervillain. They were warm and with Supervillain. Everything was… “Okay.”

“Good.”

“What…?” Cold. They were cold again. Something was wrong. Supervillain wasn’t here. They were alone. And cold. “Wait, wait!” And gone.

*bangs pots and cans together with a loud clang* PART 5 YOU GUYS PART 5 IS FINALLY HERE YOU GUYS LOOK PART 5 I MADE PART 5 FINALLY GUYS LOOK GU- *gets shot* @whumplicity @sootheandsavage @crow-with-a-typewriter @galactic-worm @turtlesnap1 @whatwasmyprevioususername @sevikasleftarm @mercuriusprime

#fanficforlater

the-broken-pen

Sigh, I’m going to regret this. Winged hero who gets their wings clipped? The gift of flight taken away? Maybe with a villain offering to give it back to them if they put aside their morals and join them?

“Oh,” the hero whispered. It wasn’t a conscious thing. It just…came out. “Oh, god.”

Their wings—

Their wings were—

The Agency—

It was for the hero’s own good, they had said. They needed to learn to fight without them. They relied on them too much, and what if a villain was the one to clip them? What then?

But no villain had ever clipped them, the hero had wanted to say. It’s just you. You clipped them. You clipped my wings you clipped my wings my wings my—

The hero had not said that. They hadn’t said much of anything, really, through the blur of panic and eyes so wide they dried with pain and a continual thrumming need to flee.

It was worse than being blind. The hero had been blinded, before, temporarily, before they had gotten a magic user to reverse it. This was worse. This was standing on the edge of the cliff with no way to back up. This was listening for your own heartbeat and not finding it. Worse, not recognizing it.

Touching the front door of your home and not recognizing the feel of it.

The villain found them sobbing, quiet, wings tucked up around themself, clipped and hurt and clipped, on the highest skyscraper they could find.

#fanficforlater

allthingswhumpyandangsty

Would you mind doing something like a drugging? Numbness, weak muscles the whole shebang.

Thank you!

I assume you mean as in an anesthetic type of drug and 'how a character would react / what they would do in different scenarios? since I'm otherwise not a licensed medical professional and wouldn't be certain if my take on how each drug affects each organ or how things work in terms of anatomy-wise would be a hundred percent correct.

different ways characters could do / react — topic: anesthesia

trigger warnings for drugs, mention of vomit

Whumper

whumper watched as their goons held whumpee in place. one of them injected the sharp needle into whumpee’s neck. when they let go, whumpee dropped to the ground with a single thud, paralyzed.

whumper knelt down and ran a hand through drugged and paralyzed whumpee’s hair. whumpee was still conscious, but couldn’t respond or fight back. the only thing they could do was look up at whumper, from where they lied on the ground, with either fear or hatred in their eyes.

whumper held whumpee’s head in place with one hand (although whumpee is already strapped down to the surgical table), the other placed an anesthetic-filled mask over whumpee’s face, holding it there until whumpee’s struggle became weaker and weaker, before unconsciousness eventually crept in.

whumper held a struggling whumpee from behind, forcing a cloth over whumpee’s nose and mouth until the drug kicked in and whumpee became a dead weight in whumper’s arms

things whumper could say to whumpee when whumpee was half-conscious, on the verge of drifting off, but could still hear whumper’s words;

“shhh, you know I never wanted to do this. you gave me no other choice.”

“this is for your own good.”

“not so feisty now, are we?”

“goodnight.”

“sweet dream. when you wake, the procedure will already be over and you will know exactly what I’m capable of doing to your body.”

“hush now, little one, you’ve lost. there’s no use in trying to fight”

“don’t fight it. it’ll be easier for you if you surrender.”

things whumper could say to whumpee once whumpee woke up

“why don’t you take a look in the mirror?”

“see? that wasn’t a big deal.” (whumper taunted after amputating, maiming or doing some major damage to whumpee’s body)

“this, my dear, is only a warning of what I can and will do to you if you ever disobey me again.”

“hush now, don’t cry. you know I don’t like it when people cry. wouldn’t want me to put you under again, would you?”

Whumpee

whumpee felt groggy, feeling consciousness slip away no matter how hard they tried to stay awake.

the worst wasn’t the stage being drugged but the fear of what condition they would wake up and find themself in.

whumpee wasn’t being heavily sedated enough — whether it was by accident or on purpose — so they could feel that excruciating pain as a surgery was being operated on them, they just couldn’t scream or fight.

after the procedure, whumpee tried to stand up or get out of bed too fast, resulting in them falling to the floor. this could reopen their stitches. not good.

things whumpee could say to whumper before they lost consciousness:

“I will… kill you. one day. I will… make you pay”

“please, don’t…”

“why are you… doing this?”

things whumpee could say to caretaker before they lost consciousness

“I’m scared…”

“if I don’t… wake up, don’t… be sad. you did… your best.”

“don’t let me die.”

things whumpee could say to whumper after they woke up

“what… have you done… to me?” (whumpee was still weak and groggy from the drug.)

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!” (whumpee started screaming, pulling frantically at their restraint.)

things whumpee could say to caretaker after they woke up

“did it… work?”

“hey…” (whumpee smiled weakly)

“am I dead?”

“what… happened? where am I?”

“It… hurts.”

Caretaker

caretaker held whumpee’s hand to comfort them as they drifted off.

caretaker cradled whumpee in their arms as they drifted off.

caretaker carrying a sedated (unconscious or half-conscious) whumpee bridal style after they rescued them from whumper’s lair.

caretaker fed whumpee syringe water, or held the straw for whumpee as they gently lifted whumpee’s head off the pillow with their free hand, to help the drug wear off of whumpee’s system faster.

caretaker rushed toward whumpee to scoop them off the ground after whumpee tried to stand or get out of bed too soon and fell, when the sedation was still in their system.

caretaker rubbed soothing circles on whumpee’s back as whumpee vomited due to the drug’s side effects.

caretaker comforted whumpee the best they could when / if whumpee suffered from hallucination.

things caretaker could say to whumpee before they lost consciousness

“I’ll be by your side. I won’t go anywhere.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“you got this.”

“I know this is scary, but I’ll be with you throughout the entire thing. you won’t be alone, alright?”

“I’m right here. I will not let anyone hurt you.”

things caretaker could say to whumpee after they woke up

“welcome back. you were so brave.”

“everything went well. now you just rest.”

“shhh, you’re gonna be okay.”

“you don’t have to worry about anything else. right now I just want you to focus on getting better.”

“hush, I’m right here. I’m right here. it’s alright, it’s just me.”

“they can’t hurt you again. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

#fanficforlater

loreleiloon

Powerful Villain surrounded by his court--decadent, debaucherous, wholly vile--as the night's pleasures defy the dawn. Captured Hero stepping barefoot through the scandalous throne room, avoiding the court's greedy hands until they reach Villain's feet. Yes, they kneel, but not in fear. Exhausted, they rest their head against Villain's knee. "Have you come to submit to me?" Villain says, fingers meshing in Hero's hair. "In front of all my friends?" "No," Hero sighs. Their eyes have already begun to close. "Just to sleep."

#fanficforlater

villain-enthusiast

TOUCH-STARVED HERO RAHH.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.

The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”

The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”

“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”

The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.

They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.

“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.

The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.

The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.

The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"

Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.

A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.

They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.

"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.

The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...

The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.

"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."

The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.

"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"

The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.

The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?

A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.

The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"

The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.

The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.

Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.

The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"

The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."

"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.

But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.

#fanficforlater

anna-antoshchenkova

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bilal-sala7

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doll-webs

lowkey if ur taking requests rn but if you are. What about a platonic yan big bro katsuki with a teen m!reader 👀👀

like katsuki is a prohero at this point and realizes that he’s was dick to m!reader back then and wants to make for it. M!reader tries to distant himself away from katsuki’s advances to reconcile. Katsuki notices this and feels the only to reconcile is to kidnap him and protect like the great big brother he is!

again ignore if you want!

𝓒acophony — a harsh, discordant, or jarring mixture of loud sounds.

𝓚atsuki ℬakugo | yandere katsuki x male!reader

content warning: he's mean at first, descriptions of his hate toward you in the beginning, kidnapping (not descripted, implied), angst, manipulation, drugging, mentions of suicide, bullying

authors note: you have blessed me with your mind

word count: 1079

Maybe it wasn't hate. Maybe it wasn't love. But every time you saw your big brother on TV- you wanted to turn the blasted thing off and never look at his face again.

It all started when the two of you were younger, a lot younger. You still weren't an adult, but he was thriving and shoving his quirk in your face. You were born quirkless. So you could imagine how your childhood went.

He’d always tease you. Not in a funny, playful way- but in a way that made your mind spiral with hateful comments about yourself, believing he was right.

“Fucking quirkless loser. How does it feel to be lower than me?”

“You don’t have a right to speak when you can’t even protect- like me.”

“Don’t let anyone know you’re my brother. It’s embarrassing.”

You thought he’d have some decorum, to silently hate you, especially since he knew better, being seven years older than you. So this meant you grew up in the shadows, watching your better, perfect older brother take all the limelight. Even from your parents. They didn’t understand that his words weren’t playful, weren’t his usual gruff insults. They were real.

Now you were sixteen, and Katsuki had moved out three years ago. Three years of peace, three years of finding yourself, three years of being alone for the better. But tonight your parents had invited him back for some reason, for a dinner as a ‘normal family’ once again. He’d been busy being a stupid pro hero, so you had hope he’d forget about you.

“[name]! Come and help me set the table,” Mitsuki spoke, her voice chiming in with the clank of cutlery. You’d trodden downstairs solemnly, dreading even the thought of even your brother's smell entering your senses. He’d always smelt nice- a mixture of honeyed nitroglycerin sweat and toasted marshmallows due to his quirk.

Luckily, he wasn’t here yet, but the dread set in the bottom of your stomach wouldn’t leave. “Thank you, honey,” Mitsuri said, finishing cooking while you set the table.

Your heart leapt into your throat once you heard the front door open. Heard those boots slamming against the floor before he took them off. Heard the groan from physical exhaustion due to his patrol earlier in the day. He didn’t look at you as he sat down, instead leaning back in his chair and just taking up space. You huffed, not even bothering to reset his cutlery once his big body just ruined everything.

You sat down opposite him, eyes averting away from him entirely, suddenly finding the fire on the stove interesting. You put your hands under your thighs, trying to stop them from shaking. You gasped once something kicked your shin under the table, eyes darting to your parents, who were looking away, before landing on Katsuki.

“You doing well in school?” He asked, red eyes glaring down at you as if you were dirt on his shoe. You nodded slowly, looking up at him through your lashes before averting your gaze once more. Hopefully that was the only interaction the pair of you would have- wrong!

“Look at me,” he huffed, his brows furrowing, “when I’m speaking to you. Use your words.”

“Yes, I’m doing good.” You blurted out, fingers fidgeting under your thighs as you sat on them. He let out a hum at your answer, finally directing his attention from you when Mitsuri brought out the plates.

“Look at my brats getting along,” she fawned, absolutely oblivious to your pure hatred for him. “Eat up.”

You suddenly didn’t feel hungry, yet you forced yourself to eat anyway, chewing as if it were a chore. You felt him looking at you from across the table, yet you didn’t entertain him. He’d probably spout some bullshit about how useless you are.

Suddenly, didn’t feel hungry, yet you forced yourself to eat anyway, chewing as if it were a chore. You felt him looking at you from across the table, yet you didn’t entertain him. He’d probably spout some bullshit about how useless you are.

You finished as quickly as you could, chair scraping against the floor as you put your plate in the sink. “’m… going to my room,” you muttered, not even waiting for a protest from Mitsuki as you scurried up the stairs.

You groaned, flopping on your bed. You were glad he didn’t cause a scene like he used to, glad he didn’t take his time to pick your mind apart to insult it. You didn’t even hear your door open, face shoved too far into the pillow as your mind spiralled. Didn’t even hear his socked feet pattering against your floor. You only noticed once a weight dipped your mattress. You turned, seeing Katsuki sitting at the foot of your bed.

“Hey,” he muttered, leaning in to tuck a stray tuft of hair behind your ear. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Uhm…” you sat up, confused. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” Katsuki started, leaning back with a chuckle. “Now that I’ve seen you.”

Furrowing your brows, letting out a nervous chuckle. “What do you mean?” You thought he was poking fun at you again, using the fake sympathy he’d done so many times when you were younger.

“What? A big brother can’t show his affections?” Katsuki sighed.

You wearily side-eyed him. He was acting weird. Sure, you hadn’t seen him in three years, but can someone’s personality do a full 180 over three years?

You didn’t answer, hands fisting the quilt at either side of you. You were confused, to say the least.

“Listen… I know I haven’t been the best big brother. But, people change, right?”

And this was the part when you knew he was messing with you. People like him don’t change, not for the better. Did he get a concussion during patrol? “What are you saying?” Your voice was meek, small.

“Why don’t we start over?” Katsuki spoke, leaning back on your bed, his arms behind his head.

“No.” You immediately responded. Did he really think those thirteen years of making you basically suicidal could be solved by a simple question? You hated him.

You thought he’d finally stop keeping up the act, thought he’d crash out at you- but he didn’t even move. With a sigh, he turned his head to look at you.

You thought he’d finally stop keeping up the act, thought he’d crash out at you- but he didn’t even move. With a sigh, he turned his head to look at you. “I knew you’d say that. It’s okay.”

You’d never seen him so eerily calm before; his brows weren’t even furrowed with a scowl like usual. Eyeing him, you waited for him to make a move again, but he didn’t. Instead, you’d felt your mind go fuzzy- unable to think, your vision go blurry. He’d drugged your dinner without you even noticing.

#fanficforlater

aevumelle

freenoodles & teen!stylish!reader

Type: Headcanons, platonic, found family, father figures

Pairing(s):

Pigsy x Tang (romantic)

Tang & Reader (platonic, familial)

Pigsy & Reader (platonic, familial)

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them ; Reader is GN but implied to be more feminine.

Context: Reader is Pigsy and Tang’s second adopted child. They love makeup and dressing up! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₊˚⊹

enjoy! this is my first post (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

❤︎⁠ as a toddler, you always clung to pigsy the most. you adored his pretty pink color.

❤︎⁠ pigsy thought it was endearing and never pushed you away, even if he was in the middle of yelling someone’s ear off

❤︎⁠ tang found the sight both amusing and sweet, that being you attached to the angry chef’s leg or held in his arms while he cooked.

❤︎⁠ you really gravitated towards pretty and shiny things. tang showered you in gifts, he couldn’t help it!

❤︎⁠ the scholar loved doing baby shopping for you when you were little. it didn’t matter if he and his husband were on a grocery trip for food; if he happened to pass by the toddler clothing aisle, he’d be stuck there for a while. gushing over all the cute little dresses and fashionable mini outfits, he’d beg pigsy to get one or two, and leave with ten!

❤︎⁠ “But look at the little socks and—OH MY GOSH THE MITTENS! LOOK at the tiny MITTENS!!!” Tang squealed and shoved the clothing in Pigsy’s face.

❤︎⁠ pigsy wasn’t all that impressed; your closet was stuffed. but his husband was already at the check out. he sighed, what can you do?

❤︎⁠ let’s just say you never had to worry about outfit repeats

❤︎⁠ when you grew into being a child, you loved both of your parents equally! pigsy would pack you these aesthetically pleasing lunches you could brag about at school. not only were they yummy, but the colors of the meal matched without any artificial food colorings, so it was delicious and nutritious! and he would never forget to write a sweet note like “love you kiddo” or “have a good day” when tang caught him writing one he got SUPER shy

❤︎⁠ however things began to change when you became a teenager—in a good way though! as you developed your style and went through different phases, your fathers remained supportive all throughout

❤︎ since you really loved makeup, that meant you’d be spending a lot of money on it

❤︎ “Dadsy, can i get this?” you asked innocently, holding up a lip oil for the pig to see.

❤︎ “Another lipstick? Don’t you got a whole rack of those?” Pigsy questioned gruffly with a raised eyebrow.

❤︎ “Nooo, that’s my lipgloss collection! I need a new lipoil!!” you whined in emphasis.

❤︎ “But they do the same thing!”

❤︎ You sighed before Tang popped up behind you. “What about this lip liner?”

❤︎ “Liner?! Hoo boy…” Pigsy groaned at the unfamiliar term.

❤︎ yeah, pigsy struggles with differentiating between all of it, there’s just so many products!

❤︎ tang on the other hand, he’s into it.

❤︎ one of his love languages is learning about people’s interests or listening to them talk about it. (it means a lot to him when someone does the same for him.)

❤︎ and from taking notes on your GRWMs, he’s a “pretty-stuff” expert!

❤︎ (if you’re into gyaru makeup, tang’s the self-proclaimed “gyaru guru”)

❤︎ what he concluded from the things he learned was that he really loves perfume!

❤︎ pigsy could be yelling at you for spending an hour testing out all the scents in the perfume aisle, while tang’s hovering over you and basking in “Japanese Cherry Blossom.”

❤︎ in fact, tang always smells like flowers and sweets rather than man cologne because of all the perfumes you lend him.

❤︎ not to mention, he’s also into skincare. he used to just splash some water on his face every morning, but once you took over, it turned into a 10 step routine

❤︎ since he’s so well-versed in makeup now, when you asked him if he’d film a GRWM with you, he was SO. EXCITED!!!

❤︎ it became a new bonding activity, skincare together every night :>

❤︎ you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to giving pigsy a makeover that one time

❤︎ one evening, the chef was passed out on the couch after a long day of work. tang was admiring his husband’s dazed, snoring state—so adorable! but you snapped the loverboy out of it.

❤︎ you asked for the tweezers and tang was passing you stuff like you were surgeons, your overstuffed makeup bag with products falling out like a pile was on the table beside the sofa

❤︎ you peered over pigsy as he slept, carefully inching a pair of tweezers toward his cheek.

❤︎ “Now what are those clippers for? I thought we agreed on using the pink concealer first!” whisper-yelled Tang.

❤︎ “I gotta get rid of that darn cheek hair!” you argued, before pausing in contemplation. “WHY does dad even have cheek hair anyway?!!”

❤︎ “I like his whiskers,” the scholar muttered.

❤︎ “‘Cause they tickle your face when you kiss?”

❤︎ It was a genuine question but Tang just smacked you upside the head.

❤︎ “Hey! Don’t blame me!! Not my fault I saw you guys in the living room last night.” You huffed.

❤︎ Pigsy grunted in his sleep which caused you and Tang to jolt before your not-sleeping dad shushed you.

❤︎ “ShhhshhSHHH!” Tang spat before whispering angrily. “You wanna wake him up? Be my guest!”

❤︎ You rolled your eyes. “Fiiine. Let’s just do the concealer.

❤︎ the truth was, pigsy was only half-asleep. normally he sleeps super deeply and waking him up is impossible; but he was really just resting this time.

❤︎ he would’ve pummeled the very both of you once he realized what was going on, if the gentle brushes and swipes against his face weren’t so relaxing…

❤︎ tang knows how his husband sleeps, and he knew for sure the guy was awake. though he decided to not say anything to spare the pig demon’s embarrassment. the hardworking cook deserved to let loose a bit.

❤︎ besides that one instance, whenever you put on makeup or dress up, you look absolutely STUNNING.

❤︎ don’t get them wrong, pigsy and tang love your natural face. seeing it is pretty refreshing to them, and they love to remind you of your natural features.

❤︎ but seeing you all dressed up, going to something big like prom or your birthday, it really gets their hearts soft

❤︎ tang feels happy for you and admires you. pigsy gets a little teary-eyed at the sight, his heart swells in pride—his baby’s all grown up!

❤︎ suppose you get tired of putting in all this effort; working so hard on your appearance, on looking way more than just presentable, ethereal! your makeup is time-consuming and a little annoying sometimes. there are times it just feels like a routine and not something you want to do.

❤︎ if that’s the case, then the monkie kid gang are the most perfect people you’ll ever meet

❤︎ besides mei being gorgeous, the rest of the group is…average to say the least. you’ve got the delivery boy with an anime haircut, a pig, a nerd, a blue giant with orange hair, and the occasional orange-furred monkey.

❤︎ so it’s not like you have any standards or reputation to upkeep around them

❤︎ if you’re having a bad day and don’t feel like dressing up, you could just waltz in with an old hoodie and zero makeup. the most you’d get are some silly comments like “wow you look so different!!” from mk or mei but not in a condescending way

❤︎ they’d move on in a second, appearances really aren’t a concern for them

❤︎ so you’ve got no pressure to be drop-dead gorgeous around them because of how chill and accepting your fathers, MK, mei, and sandy are.

❤︎ you can relax and let your guard down, be a little “unattractive” and not so focused on…mewing or whatever.

❤︎ jokes aside, the husbands try their utmost hardest to reassure you that you’re beautiful, with or without makeup.

❤︎ yk that one thing parents do where they’re staring at you and you’re like “Um???” and they’re like “What? I can’t admire my child?”

❤︎ hehe yup your dads would definitely do that

❤︎ but omg. if ANY of your love for looking good came from insecurity, even 1% . . . your fathers will hunt you down.

❤︎ -with compliments and comfort, of course!! and a serious talk about self-esteem.

❤︎ it would physically hurt them if you called yourself ugly, never say that about yourself :c

❤︎ like it would actually make their hearts shatter. because what do you mean their sweet, beautiful kid thinks about themselves that way?

❤︎ besides your beauty you’ve got such a rich personality, amazing views and thoughts on everything. and you’re talented in your own way. they simply can’t comprehend a world where you’d be ugly.

❤︎ because at the end of the day you’re pigsy and tang’s kid, beautiful inside and out <3

#fanficforlater #just what I needed :D #thank you!!

whumpdrivethru

Hi! Can I get a hero whumpee giving themselves up to villain whumper in return for the safety of their city, but villain is being way softer/kinder/loving than hero thought they would be (cause hero assumed they’d be tortured or something)? But they’re still a creepy/intimate whumper, of course. Thank you!

Hello! You sure can! Let me get that started for you!

The Kindest Captor

“What is it you want, Supervillain!?” Chief called through their megaphone.

Hero looked around at the carnage around them as they nursed their bleeding arm. Asphalt jutted out of the ground in jagged spikes, while water flooded every other street. A tornado had blown through the shopping district, sending awnings and light poles flying everywhere. The fire bridge was working to put out a blaze at the bank. Supervillain hovered above it all, arms folded across their chest. They had the power of element generation and manipulation; everything from air to ice, they could create it or wield it. Hero had tried their best to defeat them, but with only cryogenesis to aid them, they had been sorely outmatched.

“What do I want, officers?” Supervillain cackled, “I would have thought it obvious.”

#fanficforlater

pastelxether

welcom here friend !! As my mission is to support newh writers, I ask for a Ancients Cookies x child reader that was the six holder of the soul jam of Innocent, basically, as we got away from the tree, 'cause the witches purified us, we wonder around the Earthbread for a long time and every monsters and enemy are protective of us and doesn't attack us in any way !! It was the Ancients that found us in the Vanilla kingdom for a meeting, they decided to protect us too and take care of us, as we are immortal and can't really grow up. Thanks if you can do it !!

Ooh, I love that idea, lots of interesting stuff that could happen with that! And thank you for the welcome and the ask! I may have gone a bit overboard with this one but hopefully you like it.

Warnings: None really, reader was an orphan but not really in a traumatic way.

Author note: Sorry this took so long, I have come down with a very serious condition called "playing silksong obsessively" so I haven't had much time to write. 2.2k wordcount.

Light if Innocence: Parental Figure Ancients + Child Reader

#fanficforlater

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