Could I request some fluffy Meruem x fem!reader who has chronic pain? Maybe chronic headaches or something... I'd love to see how you imagine him being with someone who's always in violent pain hehe.
Painkiller
Characters: Meruem x fem!Reader
Notes: Funny thing—I actually suffer from chronic migraines myself, so that’s what I used as the basis for the chronic pain in this! Thank you so much for the request, and I really hope it’s what you were hoping for :)
Meruem didn’t know how you were still alive.
You were delicate—so painfully human, and even your own body seemed to betray you at every turn.
You had once told him, in a quiet voice and with tired eyes, that you struggled with migraines. He’d only nodded, brow creased, thinking it was just another human quirk he didn’t understand.
But then he started noticing.
How often you seemed drained.
How you winced at light, complaining that it was too bright, too sharp.
How nausea would strike you suddenly, leaving you pale and trembling.
At first, he’d been… irritated.
You were unpredictable—fragile, moody, overly sensitive. He hated the feeling of walking on eggshells around you. And yet—he found himself doing it anyway.
But what shifted him was the expression you wore when you thought no one was watching. The way your face crumpled into quiet pain. How your shoulders curled inward, trying to shrink away from the world. How your normally warm voice dulled when the pain overtook you.
He hated it.
He hated seeing that pain—etched into your body, your posture, your spirit.
You had learned to hide it well. Years of practice had made you graceful even in agony. But there were days when the mask slipped.
Today was one of those days.
Everything was too loud.
Too bright.
Too much.
Your head was splitting. Your eyes burned with every flicker of light.
It hurt.
You hadn’t asked for this kind of life.
You’d curled up in a dark corner of Meruem’s castle, the way you often did when your chronic pain flared. Tucked into yourself like a wounded bird.
You had already taken painkillers. They didn’t help.
Tears blurred your vision, not from sadness—but from sheer, stubborn, gnawing pain.
Pitou had come to find you earlier, hoping to share something. You’d snapped. You hadn’t meant to—you were just overwhelmed, raw. They’d left silently. Even they didn’t push.
Then Meruem came.
You didn’t need to see him to know it was him. His aura was unmistakable.
Still, you didn’t speak. You didn’t have the strength.
He didn’t press.
Instead, he sat beside you, silent and still, his gaze on your curled frame.
For the first time in his existence, he felt powerless. There was nothing he could fight. Nothing he knew how to fix.
He could see your pain—feel the weight of it.
But he had no idea how to ease it.
And then—he reached out.
His hand, which was usually firm and commanding, now trembled slightly as he gently stroked your head.
You flinched at the touch, then looked up at him from your cocoon—lashes damp, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
“It usually helps me when you do this…” he said, his voice low, definitely embarrassed. “I thought… maybe it might help you too.”
He looked away, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
And for the first time today you smiled. A small, real smile.
No, it didn’t fix the pain.
But the fact that he cared—that he tried—was enough.
You shifted, soft and slow, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head gently in his lap.
He paused only for a second before continuing the motion—fingers threading gently through your hair.
The thought of you being in constant pain broke something inside him. How could someone as sweet as you be tormented like this.
He wouldn’t let you hurt alone anymore. He swore that to himself.
The migraine didn’t magically vanish.
But wrapped in the quiet warmth of his presence, you finally felt like you could breathe.
hi :D. could u write (if possible pls dont feel pressured aha) iida and a reader who really loves the library. like the reader goes there randomly without telling iida and he looses his mind thinking reader has disappeared so he goes to look for them and when he gets back all worried and stuff about them but the reader is just sat there reading a library book. basically Iida is very much mother hen to them afterwards :)
warnings:
notes: sorry this took so long!! this one kind of sucks so I'm super sorry about that. it was a great request, but I think it has something to do with the execution of it
you and iida would always go to the library together
that's why he would've had no clue where you'd gone
because you go with him :(
but you like the library so much that you could go twice in a day without getting bored (honestly same)
either way, he'll get all panicky and tries to ask everyone else if they've seen you around, and they say no and brush it off
while they're busy not caring, he starts a one-man search party with himself
he texts you almost a hundred times, but you didn't answer it because your phone was silenced so you wouldn't disturb anyone in the library
he checks your location on Snapchat, which he normally doesn't do because he feels like it's an invasion of privacy
that was how he found you and he was so happy about it that he almost forgot the library rules were to not talk
so he was all like "Y/N!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT RUNNING AWAY WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING!" and then he'd get quiet and apologize for yelling
he isn't really mad in all honesty
he's just super happy that he was able to find you and that you were okay
after this, he'll be checking where you are if you aren't with him
he loves having the security that you'll still be there when he wants to see you again (and that for any reason, you were not in any physical pain whatsoever)
he also just loves you in general
he'll say "tell me where you're going before you go somewhere so I know you're safe" right to your face even if it would be embarrassing for others to say so unbashfully.
he says a lot of things like that because he doesn't see the point in covering up the fact that he cares about you
everything aside, he just loves you so much that he will call the police if he doesn't know where you are (before remembers that he is an aspiring hero and he should probably be looking for you on his own.)
Fearing that her first London season might be as boring as it sounds, she and her brother strike up a deal; whoever gets kissed first (without getting caught) will be declared the winner. Lance Serrano, just back from a year long trip in India, is excited to come home and see his friends. However, something has shifted during his absence and he is determined to discover what it is.
OR
The regency romance AU that nobody asked for
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“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
It was this quote, written by a new author under the pseudonym A Lady, that made Katherine Holt balk at the thought of attending the first ball of the season.
“Surely you don’t actually believe that, do you Kat?”
Katie looked up in surprise at her brother. Matt had asked her to share her new book with him, and had almost immediately decided that the literature was nothing but female fancy. “Believe what?”
Matthew Holt, heir to the Earl of Canterwood, rolled his eyes and scoffed. “That every rich man is looking for a wife.”
His younger sister sat up in her chair and bristled. “I suppose you may be right. After all, you are a single rich man, and you seem to have no desire to find a wife. In fact, you’re too busy hunting with Shiro to even attend most of the events. Or maybe,” she goaded slyly, “You know that even with your fortune and title that no self-respecting woman would want to marry you.”
“I’ll have you know-”
“It’s really a wonder that mama hasn’t given up on you entirely,” she replied calmly, her honey brown eyes dancing with mirth.
Matt snorted. “Katie, you know very well that I could find a wife before you could ever find a poor fop willing to marry you,” he crooned defiantly.
Katie arched her eyebrows. “Really? Would you like to place a wager on that?” she teased mischievously.
He eyed her carefully, considering her implications. Could he find a wife before she could find a husband? “What are the rules?”
She grinned widely in reply. “Well, I suppose we can’t actually get married from a wager. Papa would kill us.”
“Not if mama did it first,” Matt conceded with wide eyes at the thought of the strong-willed and highly intelligent Italian aristocrat finding out about their bet.
“So, shall it be to the first kiss?”
Matt stared at her in shock. “Katie!”
“What?” she asked innocently. “Don’t give me that look. As long as nobody else sees it then it hardly matters and your reputation is still completely intact. Besides, if anything, I stand to lose more than you from this bet. My reputation would be ruined if I was found out. Worst case scenario, you are labeled as a rake that can be easily reformed by the next season.”
Matt looked at his sister nervously. He knew that Katie was brilliant, and he had always expected something dramatic to come from her first season, but he had never anticipated something of this nature from someone so well-educated. “Are you confident that you can do this without getting caught? I will not have you ruined before you’re even eighteen. Mama would kill me.”
“Not if Papa does it first,” she teased him back. “Have a little faith in me, Matt,” Katie assured him, leaning back into her chair. “I can have any suitor wrapped around my finger and just as easily disposed of before our next house party.”
“Besides,” she continued, eyeing her perfectly manicured nails, “I know exactly what I’m going to win.”
Rolling his eyes, Matt surrendered to his sister’s whims. “And what, pray tell, is that, my dear Pidge?”
Katie glared in response to the childhood nickname. “For you to stay and help mama host the house party at the end of the season while I go with Father on the astronomy trip.”
For the past three years, Katie had been forced to stay behind while Matt went with their Father on a camping trip to see the stars. She dreaded the event each season, knowing full well that while her mother always seemed to find the most interesting guests, she knew she would much rather be with her father and brother, looking at the stars from their hunting lodge.
“Father is going to kill me,” Matt whined as she covered his face with his hands. “Is that what you really want? Winner goes with papa?”
She nodded vigorously in reply.
Matt sighed. “Well. I guess I better not let you win, then.”
Read more at https://archiveofourown.org/works/21166157/chapters/50378729
Could I request Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou x Female!Reader who's an actress? And a really good one, at that. It would be a bit angsty since he has trust issues big time.
Mask
Characters: Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou x Fem!actress!Reader
Notes: Hey hey! Thank you so much for requesting this, Anchoeur — I think I might’ve just unlocked a new obsession.
I wasn’t sure if you meant “actress” in the literal sense or more in the “mask-wearing, people-fooling” way, so I decided to give the reader both traits.
I hope this fits what you had in mind! :)
Oh and also thank you for tagging me in the tag game, I just don’t know who to tag myself that’s why I haven’t done it yet :’)
Cw: Tserriednich (he’s a whole warning himself honestly), a little angsty, manipulation, psychological tension.
As a world-star actress you were especially good at two things.
One was lying, hiding your true self behind a mask so thick, no one could tell who you really were.
The second thing was something you liked to keep hidden. Manipulation. Or rather convincing, deceiving and, as you liked to call it, guiding others. Guiding them towards helping you.
It’s not that you were a bad person. But you wouldn’t call yourself a good one either. You wouldn’t have ever made a name for yourself in the industry, if you were.
And maybe, just maybe, these two things were to blame for Tserriednich’s infatuation with you.
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You don’t remember when you met the fourth prince for the first time, but you do remember his apathetic gaze, the cold atmosphere of polite smiles and backstab-plotting and how your instincts screamed at you to get away from him.
But maybe you’re a bit of a masochist or maybe you simply love a good challenge. Whatever it was, somehow you ended up being… intrigued, maybe you’d even call it enchanted by Prince Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou.
So when someone offered you that he’d directly introduce you to the prince, you were ecstatic.
But you weren’t the only one. There was a reason why Tserriednich instructed someone to introduce you two. Was it morbid curiosity? Obsession? Definitely obsession. Not only were you a cultured person of the arts, you were truly fascinating to him too.
He watched as you fooled others with your mask, never truly showing who you are. It was fascinating how your mask never seemed to slip. And truly he had to admit you fooled him at first. He only truly realized you were wearing a mask when it slipped.
An accident, someone spilling a drink in your beautiful dress, a teeny tiny micro expression, was all it took to realize you had fooled him.
And if Tserriednich hated one thing it was people lying to him. But he didn’t hate you no, no, not even a tiny bit. How could he when you performed an act so beautifully? And maybe he wished that in your core, you were exactly like him. So of course he just had to meet you.
And meeting you he did. He smiled at you, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. And it seemed wrong? on him, as if reality itself was telling you something was terribly wrong. But you didn’t mind, or at least didn’t show that you minded.
“You wear masks better than any royal I’ve met. Tell me… which version of yourself am I currently looking at?”
His tone was cold. Flat. His underlying accusation not lost on you. But despite that you smiled. Sickly sweet, just like your voice.
“Which version do you want me to be?” His smile turned into something far more sinister. Something dangerous. And yet, your face didn’t give away any emotion, anything that could tell him what you were thinking.
He was obsessed. Delighted even. He needed you. Not as a lover, why would he when he can’t even feel love? No he needed to posses you. Own you. Use you to his own advantage before anyone could use you against him. It would be a shame to waste your talent after all.
He wanted to take you apart piece by piece. Strip everything away from you, until the only thing left was the real you. Then he’d break you. And rebuild you again, until all you could ever think about was him. You wouldn’t even get the chance to betray him.
“If you can fool the world, you must belong only to someone who truly sees you,” his words made you believe he might love you like you loved him. You really wanted to. So much, that you even silenced the voice in the back of your mind, screaming at you to get away from him. Was it pride? Loneliness? A desire to finally be acknowledged for who you really are?
Poor little you. This time you really bit more than you can chew. Did you really think someone like him could love you? Care for you?
It had to be some kind of masochism. Why else would you willingly walk into the lions den?
Or maybe this was a mistake on your end. After all, it hadn’t really been a choice for you in the first place.
“You were an actress after all. And this was just your final, fatal role.”
Heyyyy, coming to get my daily dose of your writing. (Don't hesitate to tell me if it's annoying to you, of course, I get writer's block and just... being fed up with requests it's chill.)
Currently back on Hunter x Hunter, and I fell back in love with it. Could I get a platonic Neon Nostrade (I believe she's a minor so) x Reader (gender-neutral is fine) who owns an antique shop? The reader having a lot of strange, macabre, niche objects no one cares about...
Except Neon, of course.
Bankruptcy: To be expected
Characters: Platonic!Neon Nostrade x Gn!reader
Notes: I’m so so sorry, I wanted to post this a week ago but then I got really sick :’)
I love writing your requests anchoeur!! Seriously. They’re always super fun to write.
I hope you’ll like this :)
When you first opened your small antique shop in York New, you knew you’d get some—well, let’s call them interesting—customers. It was to be expected in the shady, auction-filled underground of York New.
Most of the individuals coming into your shop got a tight-lipped smile and clenched teeth from you. Daring them to touch the antiques one more time, but only if they didn’t want to keep living.
And while you didn’t have too many customers, you had three or four regulars. You enjoyed their company, most times, and sometimes you really wanted to bash their heads in with a rock or better yet the Holy Grail. Professionally, of course. However, you still loved all of your customers dearly.
But your favorite regular, by far, had to be the daughter of the Nostrade Family. Neon Nostrade.
You simply adored that girl. With her brightly colored hair, pretty dresses and child-like attitude. And yeah sure she was a brat, but a sweet brat. Like a younger sister.
You really enjoyed her curiosity about your macabre items and of course her company. She cared about your treasures, when everyone else called them trash, curse these uneducated fools.
To the surprise of literally anyone that didn’t know Neon, she was always the first person at your shop whenever you got anything new. Wondering where and how you got them, a question you usually dodged whenever asked. Maybe the tattoo on your chest would be a good start? Good times.
Neon’s visits were frequent, unannounced and totally made your day.
So when Neon slammed the door of your shop open, walking in like she owned the place—your newest arrival, a small but beautiful diamond ring, distracting her—you just had to smile. Your mouth twitched and the tiniest of smiles formed on your lips.
“Hello to you too Neon”, you chuckled and she rolled her eyes.
“I said hello! Well, maybe not. Who cares? What’s this?”
She pointed to the ring, looking at you expectantly.
“This? It’s a diamond ring that is said to have belonged to the first king of the Kakin Empire.”
Neon’s eyes lit up and she grinned at the treasure.
“It’s very pretty! And it looks almost like the one I saw on one of the Ten Dons yesterday!”
You smiled, lips a little tighter pressed together. You were aware that it looked exactly like one of the Dons’ rings. Because it was his. Or well, used to be his.
“What a coincidence,” despite people telling you you were wrong, sarcasm was actually your native language.
“Yeah- can I have it? I need this ring!”
Neon looked at you with her usual give-this-to-me-I-really-need-it eyes and you cracked a smile, a real one.
“Can you promise me not to show it to any of the Dons?”
The smaller girl nodded enthusiastically, probably not even listening to you anyway.
“Of course!”
“Then sure, you can have it.”
Neon really was your favorite customer. And her smile? The reason you didn’t have a mental breakdown yet.
She really was the reason you were still somewhat sane — and probably the reason you’d be bankrupt by next month.
