I know youre already working on a fic so you obviously dont have to take this request but PLEASE write literally ANYTHING about stain. Hes fine asf and theres little to no fics of him 😭
You're so right, I put him on the poll to see if anyone was interested so I'm glad I'm not the only one lol, Im going to write a longer fic about him and a worthy hero reader but for now here are some fluffy hcs for him (✿◠‿◠)
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-Stain would be the type of partner to not let you go once he has his hands on you, he might not be able to see you very often seeing as how much he travels to different cities to go after different heroes; so when he does see you are getting pulled right against his chest
-He definitely has a thing for praise, not in a sexual way though. After being ignored and abandoned by society for his views, when he has a partner how tells him how just he is and how much they admire him (maybe while playing with his hair…) he’ll totally melt
-I also get the feeling he loves when his partner plays with/washes his hair as he doesn't have time to take care of it
-also thinking about the nights when he comes home to you, covered in cuts from his work, and lays his head in your lap as you patch him up and lecture him. Maybe even falling asleep there……
anon: Saw you were taking mha requests, so could we get a fic of early day all might breaking into what he thinks is an illegal wrestling rink, but it's actually an annual lesbian oil wrestling event hosted by a lgbtq+ charity? He meets reader who's a wrestler at the event and she ends up guiding him to the right place since she also made that mix up last year. If you wanna give her a quirk you could do something where she can kinda bring humanoid objects (dolls, mannequins, ect.) to "life" or attach them to people to work as a prosthetic, maybe reader could be an amputee herself if you wanna write that. Would also be really cool if she could make golems or something. This is basically just a crackfic but I think it's nice to give writers something silly to write every now and again.
this will be all might x lesbian afab reader (platonic)
I saw this and I knew I instantly had to write, sorry its taken me a few days as Ive been busy wrapping up for grad. Here it is! happy pride month!
The night started out pretty routine, it was a saturday evening in early june and no school meant all might could finally get some hero work done. Which he had been admittedly missing since he started teaching. Connecting with his friend in the police department detective tsukauchi he learned of an illegal wrestling ring going on in musutafu, so he wouldn't have to travel far either. With that in mind, and the weekend to regain his stamina for teaching he set out to address tsukauchi provided.
The sun was just about finished setting, the sky over the city had lost its dreamy sunset orange in favor of a bruised sort of purple. All Might arrived at the venue, surprisingly overt for such a supposedly underground establishment. He approached the stairs he could see led down to a door, the two statues by the entrance he could swear were following his movements. Two stone figures resembling the clay golem statues from a public park a few blocks away. Assuming they were a continuation of the public art, all might ignore them and the feeling that they were looking at him as he descended towards the door. He could hear the music bumping from outside. ‘No guard at the door?’ he thought. Certainly out of place for an event such as this.
Ready to shed his small form as soon as he burst through the door he grasped the cold metal handle and pushed it open.
And stopped dead in his tracks. This couldn't have been the address. Sure there was wrestling going on here. It said so right on the banner. But this was…reading the banner he could see it was…an annual lesbian oil wrestling event….? Hosted by the musutafu society for lgbtq rights and advocacy? Clearly there was a mix up with the addresses. Right? He was so stunned he almost couldn't move.
“Um, excuse me. I'm trying to watch the fight” a tinny voice startles all might coming from behind him
“Excuse me young ladies, what kind of establishment am I at right now?”
“Girl.”
They push past him and walk over to the bar.
Now he was completely sure he was in the wrong place. His friend never mentioned anything about lesbian oil wrestling and surely a charity event would have all the necessary permits to host such a thing.
“Lost?” This time he doesn't jump, he turns to face the young woman walking up to him. “Are you in the right place, old timer? I'm not usually one to judge but you look like you don't know where you are”
He takes in her appearance. A beautiful young woman certainly, but something draws his eye to her arm…it's the arm of a doll. Delicate porcelain with a ball joint on the elbow and the wrist, glistening with the oil he could see her whole body was covered in. a champion belt hung off her waist and it didn't take a detective to figure out she was one of the wrestlers.
“I am a bit lost actually” he chuckled in response. “I was actually looking for a different wrestling event but seem to have gotten turned around”
“Ah” she sighed understandingly. “I made the same mistake last year. I know exactly the place you mean, though I wouldn't guess you were that kind of guy just by looking. Different strokes for different folks I guess. Im y/n.”
“Im toshinori” he said, “I don't mean to be rude but, your arm…., is it-”
“Real? Yes and no. thats my quirk you see” y/n replied leading him out of the event, I can make humanoid objects come to life, kind of like a puppet. I lost my arm a few years ago so it's a handy quirk for sure” she waves her hand a little in case he didn't get the joke.
“It helps with event security too, you might have seen these on the way in” the clay figures outside as if on cue turn and wave as the two walk into the street.
They walk for a bit, reaching a part of the city that definitely suits the event description much better than the quaint basement bar of the lesbian wrestling night. Every alley like a black hole, every stray dog like a ravenous wolf. This was the kind of place he was meant to find.
“y/n was it? I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?” she asked
“I'm not going to this event to spectate. I'm actually a hero.”
“I see. Well I appreciate you telling me but i wouldnt have had a problem anyway. Im not the kind to judge but i have to admit ill feel safer with this one closed down. A lot of things change hands when I'm taking you. None I can think of make our city safer.”
They arrive at the underground wrestling ring. All might turn back to look at y/n, “as much help as youve been, i cant allow a civilian to get caught up in this. The best thing you can do for me now is return to your own event and call the police to my location.”
“Oh…i will then. But”
“Yes?”
“Be safe, you're a good guy toshi”
She reaches out for a fist bump before starting to walk out of the alley
“Dont you worry about me y/n, everything will be fine. Now that i am here”
With that reminder of the community he protects in his heart. He breaks down the door.
Saw you were taking mha requests, so could we get a fic of early day all might breaking into what he thinks is an illegal wrestling rink, but it's actually an annual lesbian oil wrestling event hosted by a lgbtq+ charity? He meets reader who's a wrestler at the event and she ends up guiding him to the right place since she also made that mix up last year. If you wanna give her a quirk you could do something where she can kinda bring humanoid objects (dolls, mannequins, ect.) to "life" or attach them to people to work as a prosthetic, maybe reader could be an amputee herself if you wanna write that. Would also be really cool if she could make golems or something. This is basically just a crackfic but I think it's nice to give writers something silly to write every now and again.
this is such a unique request, i was so stunned when i saw it and i knew i had to write it for you anon. i admire people who arent afraid to let their creative lights shine! i will write this for you IMMEDIATLEY
Thinking about All Might coming home to you for the first time after the usj incident, even in his small form he bleeds from the mouth and after you scold him for putting himself in danger the lays his head on your chest and its enough that hes here with you. He doesnt have to be the symbol of peace with you, he can just be the man you love.
(also i really want to write a longer mha fic but im not sure if the fandoms still alive so if anybody is interested or has requests dont be afraid to send them!)
Chapter one. polnareff x afab! reader (each chapter will probs cover the events of like 3 episodes)(eventually afab smut) also this is my first ever fanfiction! also this one is a lot wordier than i intended and the rest likely wont be this way, its just because i was trying to establish where in the series we were and introduce things as though you hadnt seen jojos before. summaries will also be provided at the start of each chapter!
The day I first met Jean Pierre Polnareff was the first day of my life. It felt like it at least. Even though I was exhausted by a less than boring flight the day before as my new friends and I landed in Hong Kong.
I began travelling with these strange men yesterday from Japan, where I was sent by a vampire named dio to assassinate one of them. However, it came to my knowledge that I had been placed under his control through a flesh bud implanted in my brain. The young man who i had been sent to kill removed it for me and another of dios minions and in the short span of a few days we had both become so attached to him and inspired by his determination that we agreed to accompany him, his grandfather, and a fortune teller named Avdol on their quest to Egypt to defeat dio and save jotaros mother.
Now here I am in Hong Kong, waiting in the hot sun as the oldest of our group, Joseph Joestar, takes a phone call across the street. A vendor next to us lures us over with rice porridge and hot cola. It doesn't sound so bad but Joseph quickly stops us and tells us he's taking us out to a restaurant owned by a friend of his.
I was more than grateful to have a seat inside after sweating out in the midday sun, but as we began discussing plans for getting to Egypt now that commercial flights are out of the question I began to get nervous. But we eventually settled on travelling by sea. Which is a relief considering I'm probably traumatized from my last flight.
Just as I was taking my first sip from my tea, a stranger approached our table. He had an impressive and muscular figure not unlike the other men I was travelling with, striking blue eyes, and very charming broken heart earrings. But the most striking thing about him was his silver hair, styled standing straight up. I found I couldn't look away from him as he started speaking.
“Pardon me but I'm a tourist here from France and I seem to be having some trouble with the characters on the menu? Do you think you could help me?
“Get lost” jotaro replied before he was scolded by Joseph as he invited the man to sit with us. I can't help but stare at him as our food comes out.
Everything looks delicious, I hope nobody heard my stomach grumble over the clack of plates being put on the table. The stranger picks up a carved piece of carrot
“This food is certainly impressive, this carrot for instance is shaped like a star. It's funny, I've heard of someone with a star shaped birth mark…..would you happen to know someone like that?”
The table goes silent. We all look at each thinking the same thing. This must be another enemy stand user. Just as we're about to confront him a sword bursts through a bowl of rice on the table. We're all stunned as a stand follows the sword through the table to hover above, as it brandishes a fencing rapier. The stands' eyes piercing like its users roving over each of us around the table. Avdol stands up and wastes no time using magicians red, the strangers stand deflects it towards a table already flipped in the scuffle and carves a flaming clock into it.
“Avdol was it? It seems you wish to be the first to die” the stranger states as his stand hovers behind him “ill have defeated you by the time the flames reach 12”
Of course, even though I've only known him a short time, I knew Avdol wouldn't take that. And why should he?! I don't care how handsome this stranger is, you can't just speak to my friends like that!. I step forward ready to summon my stand when Avdol puts a hand on my chest to stop me.
“It's alright y/n, i appreciate your concern but im more than capable of taking care of this …uh..” he trails off looking towards the stranger.
“Pardonne moi, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Jean Pierre Polnareff."
“well mr polnareff if you think you can end my life before the flames reach twelve your pride may be your undoing”
“I assure you, my pride is well deserved” he tosses some coins in the air and in a fraction of a second his stand manages to skewer them all on his sword! I know he's the enemy, but I can't help being impressed by that kind of speed and precision.
He insists we follow him outside to give Avdol a fair fight. I can't decide if it's conceited to believe he needs to give this advantage, or noble that he wants a fair fight. Why can't I make up my mind about this guy…. He's supposed to be the enemy!
I hold my breath the entire battle, I find myself itching to jump in and save Avdol but I know this isn't my fight. Still, even though I was relieved to see Avdol come out victorious, something in me ached to see polnareff on the ground, flames flickering and growing around him. I don't know why I sighed in relief when I saw Avdol put out the flames and help remove the flesh bud from polnareffs forehead. So he was used just like kakyoin and i?
The next day at the doc I look out with the others for the ship the speedwagon foundation set out for us when a familiar stranger blocks our path. Polnareff. My heart skips at the sight of him again.
But he isn't here to fight us this time, he's here to join us? He reveals to us that he is seeking one of Dio's other minions. A man with two right hands to avenge his younger sister who was murdered by this man. I ache hearing him tell the story of his sister's death, almost shedding a tear. And I'm glad the others agree on him joining us, a bit shamefully I'm excited to spend more time with him and maybe get to know him better.
“And im excited to be seeing more of you cherie” his voice snaps me out of my daydream as he brings my hand to his lips for a kiss. I cant find the words, luckily i dont have to as the ship arrives to collect us.
“Thank goodness, people who pine in public so shamelessly really get on my nerves. Dont you agree kakyoin?” jotaro shoots us a disapproving look as the ship docks in front of us.
My heart flutters with excitement about the trip ahead, and about the possibilities.
thank you so much for reading! sorry this chapter was so slow, i think for the next chapter ill try to focus more on the romance and less on hitting each story beat from the episodes. let me know what i can improve on!
