Gunna post a Olruggio sickfic snippet tonight that’s been playing in my head lately.
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Gunna post a Olruggio sickfic snippet tonight that’s been playing in my head lately.
Characters that are gravely and shamefully convinced that they are dangerous, able to kill, have no control of their power, that would rather die than injure someone close to them. Characters that yell and scream and scramble to back away, throwing their hands up and crying 'Please, stay back, I don't want to hurt you.' Characters that think they are nothing but a loose cannon, a loaded gun, a ticking time bomb.
Qifrey Who's my favorite apprentice? Well, I wouldn't say I have a favorite... Qifrey looking towards Agott: But I do have one I try not to piss off.
I have no idea why BNHA is stuck in my head lately, but...
My brain keeps thinking about a Dadzawa/ Mic sickfic with Hitoshi (14) getting insanely sick one night, vomiting, high fever, all that jazz. He throws up in his room and in the middle of the hallway, and Eri quickly says she'll go get daddy. Hitoshi, so out of it with fever, begins to panic because he's having a hard time remembering which "foster" home he's at, and he doesn't/ he can't clean everything up right now. He feels fucking horrible, and the idea that he'll have to clean up and then either be locked in the bathroom by himself or outside for the rest of the night is making him hyperventilate/ start crying. He keeps apologizing, begging not to be punished for being sick which freaks out Dadzawa/ Mic.... Eri starts crying because her brother is crying, and Mic throws the kid in the shower because his fever is so high and it was either that or take him to the hospital. I just have this idea of Mic holding the kid under the water while the teenager cries (until he cries himself out and goes limp against the older man, his body weak and exhausted from fever); Mic whispering things like, it's alright, little listener, you're alright. you're safe... Aizawa holding Eri until she calms down and falls asleep, then helping Mic take care of Hitoshi. Yeah, idk why BNHA is on my mind lately.
Olruggio wakes up with a migraine from hell. He tries to power through it as he was supposed to help teach lessons today, and the girls were looking forward to it. Good thing he has four daughters and a worried “husband” to make it so much worse. It gets worse before it gets better.
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Whumperless Whump Day 2
Summary: Shinsou's first supervised patrol goes very wrong, bringing back unpleasant memories for Shouta.
Prompts: Presumed dead/ Search party/ "There's a hand, I can see them!" For the @whumperless-whump-event
Warnings: PTSD, panic attack
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Shouta’s hands bled, his muscles screamed.
Still, he kept digging.
He moved concrete and metal and glass aside, brushed away debris. He drew in air in frantic gulps.
No, no, no.
Not again.
It was Shinsou’s first supervised patrol, it was supposed to be quiet, simple. Shouta was going to be right at his side every step of the way. He was supposed to be safe with him.
But when did things ever go how they were supposed to?
A robbery in progress, an out of control quirk. Shouta’s attention pulled away for a brief second, just a second. But it was enough.
The building came down. Shinsou, buried. Just like. Just like-
It’s raining.
and the hound is humming you a lie, a lullaby
and the hound is humming you a lie, a lullaby
give him all your cramps/back pains/tummy aches he can take it <3
Silver to Gold
Today is Witch Hat Monday! ✨I can't wait to see the new episode! I just caught up on the manga recently and oh how my heart is broken 💔so of course I drew fanart ahahaha😭
Witch Hat Atelier sickfic where Qifrey, being the cute girl dad he is, takes care of his girls when they come down with an illness. He might enlist Olruggio for help as holding one or two crying feverish girls is no problem, but four is impossible.
Thinking about a Dandadan sickfic where Jiji gets sick sortly after his parents get released from the hospital. His parents know about the Evil Eye curse and do their best to keep him at bay but its hard when your teenage son has a high fever and you need to try and cool him off. Evil Eye takes a bath while being sick for the first time with loving parents and gets sung a lullaby until Jiji comes back. Jiji has sweet parents.
Noragami Snippet from The House of the Rising Sun
11-year-old Yukine gets sick (due to his high fever, he keeps having flashbacks from his father), and Yato takes care of him. Snippet as I'm working on a bigger piece and looking to get back into writing so feel free to request stuff.
Song: Home by Dalexis
...He had blighted Yato before, and he’d do it again. Because he was a bad kid. Because he was just a twisted ball of emotions and curses. A phantom in childish skin. A useless thing. Unwanted and unloved. A cosmic joke that not even his own father loved. He didn’t have a home. He’d never had. Because four walls, cheap paint and fake photos never made a home. His father was never his. And he’d taken every opportunity to beat some sense of his love into a pathetic child with anger issues and an attitude problem. Yato was right. He was a stupid punk. Worthless and useless. Without a home.
Yukine groaned loudly as Yato shifted, water bleeding in his eyes as he blinked against fresh tears. Yato was his only lifeline and in the end, he would probably abandon him too. Just like his mom. Just like his sister. And Yukine would be alone again. Because he was a bad kid. A bad kid who couldn’t make anything his, couldn’t even morph his fragile heart into some makeshift home no matter what he tried. Yato should have just let the absolution take him. He’d be better off. The whole world would be. No one wanted a kid like him.
“Easy, buddy… You’re alright.”
Yato’s voice drifting through water splattering against overheated flesh, and the 11-year-old flinched. His heart was racing. His throat felt tight. And it took longer than it should for him to remember that the God could feel it too. Could feel him. Feel how useless and pathetic he felt. How wrong. How fucked up he was. How broken he really was.
Yukine’s stomach clenched, and he let out a choked sob as he tried moving against the heavy heat weighing against his skin. Tears rushed down his face as his fingers trembled, and the 11-year-old gripped something soft beneath his right hand. He blinked, letting out another sob as voices floated over him in a nauseating rush. Something pressed against his back gently, slow circles patterned against his bare skin, and Yukine gagged.
He coughed, trying to breathe around the tears drowning him as his stomach brought up a pitiful amount of saliva and whatever was possibly left. He cried loudly, gripping the soft fabric of Yato’s shirt tighter in his hand as he tried again to move. His head lifting slightly, blonde hair shielding his blurry vision before his body gave up, his face smacking roughly against the God’s wet shoulder.
“Y-Yato…”
The name felt heavy and numb in his mouth, pressed against trembling lips and an awkward tongue. A prayer sitting against chapped skin, overheated and tasteless; begging to be heard, begging for someone to save him, begging for a home he never knew. The hand on his back faltered slightly, before the grip around him tightened, a weight on his damp hair as a soft hum filled the small bathroom.
“I’m here, Yukine. Just relax, kid. Your Master is here.”
Fingers gripped again at the fabric on Yato’s shirt as water washed over him, cooling the heat pressed against his skin, eating the memories buried under the surface. He shivered, rubbing his face against Yato’s shoulder as his forehead pressed against the God’s bony collarbone. Cool flesh meeting his fevered skin, a small gasp from Yato as he adjusted his grip, more weight gently pressed in Yukine’s hair as silent tears tracked down red cheeks.
The bathroom swam in a multitude of yellows and browns, voices floating as the 11-year-old sucked in a ragged breath. His stomach lurched again, and Yukine swallowed, closing his eyes against the dizzying array, his body giving out as exhaustion slammed against him. His hand dropped at his side, his shoulders sagging roughly as Yato pressed him tighter against his chest. The boy’s heartbeat pounding against his own, his breathing ragged and sporadic against his neck, and the God shivered.
Yukine was too lite for his age. Too lite. And too little. And the fact that the kid would never get bigger, never grow past his current condition, never grow out of a body close to that of an 8 or 9-year-old, hurt. Everything about his current situation hurt. From the high fever etched on the blonde’s flesh to the loud cries that left his mouth mere moments ago, hurt. And there was nothing Yato could do to make it better, to fix it. He couldn’t give Yukine back his life. Couldn’t undo what was done. Couldn’t take away his pain. Couldn’t take away his fears. Couldn’t take away the nightmares.
Yato prided himself in being able to do many things. Anything his clients asked of him, the good and the bad. But he couldn’t do everything. He couldn’t absolve his regalia’s nightmares when the blonde awoke in the middle of the night, tears swimming in tired eyes and his father’s name pressed against terrified lips. He couldn’t shield him from the darkness that swallowed his past and hide him from the monsters he’d already seen. And it hurt knowing the kid deserved so much more than what he’d gotten.
The God’s fingers trembled slightly as he moved some blonde hair away from the kid’s face before letting his hand fall against Yukine’s back once more. The heat pressed against the 11-year-old’s back was unsettling, and the state the God had found his regalia in even more so…
Kinda thinking of a Hitoshi sickfic with Dadzawa/ Mic where they had all planned to take Eri to the zoo but Hitoshi woke up with a migraine from hell. Like the stubborn teenager he is (and good big brother), he ignores it best he can as Eri had been really excited to go to the zoo for the first time. She’s been talking about it all week. They get about an hour in at the zoo before the teenage cant do it anymore (it’s hot and bright, ge’s dizzy and nauseous, and he keeps pressing against his eyes which results in weird looks from his dads), and Dadzawa/ Mic end up finding out about his migraine when he unceremoniously shoves his face against the back Aiwaza’s shirt to block out the sun. Hitoshi ends up ends up losing his balance and vomiting in the middle of the zoo which is embarrassing as hell. They take him home as the migraine becomes unbearable, and Eri whines for a while about the zoo until she realizes that her brother doesn’t feel well…. Hitoshi feels horrible about messing up their plans and ultimately gets worse as the day progresses. Idk why this has been on my mind lately as i havent watched BNHA in a while.
Gachiakuta H/C that I might write...
Gachiakuta headcannons that have been with me since I finished the anime. I'm looking for inspiration and to get back into writing so feel free to request stuff:
Rudo gets carsick riding in the Jeep for the first time with Engin, Riyo and Zanka.
Zanka isn't having a good time riding back to HQ after getting poisoned by Jabber in the final battle. Engin is a good team dad.
Kid Rudo gets sick while in Regto's care for the first time. Regto is a good dad.
Rudo breathes in too much toxic air and gets sick while team Akuta is driving back to HQ. Of course a storm hits and the Jeep gets stuck under an overpass for a while. Zanka is disgusted by the amount of vomiting the younger does but still willing to offer help.
Dear and Guita find Rudo sick one night when Dear gets up to use the bathroom. Rudo's fever is hella high, and he freaks out (childhood flashbacks). Both team Child and team Akuta take care of him.
Rudo hides a fever/ illness and doesn't realize he's in bad shape till he passes out while drawing with Remlin, Dear and Guita.
Rudo gets hella sick one night when team Akuta goes on an overnight trip. Lucky for him, team Akuta reminds him that they have his back.
Rudo or Zanka gets a migraine from hell while driving back with team Akuta. Engin drives like Gris for once.
Guita gets her first period. Bro feels awkward and enlists Riyo for help. Dear is worried about his sister.
Rudo's hands start to act up while driving back to HQ. They get stuck under an overpass when a storm hits.
Zanka and Riyo find Rudo laying on the bathroom floor, sick and dissociating. He tends to do that when things get bad. They enlist Engin for help.
Dear has a nightmare and goes to Guita and Bro for comfort.
Rudo has a nightmare, Riyo checks on him.
Zanka or Rudo has a bad day mentally; Engin gives him a pep-talk.