#derelict drabbles

[derelicthorror]

The angels, silvered, dreaded, fill the derelict halls with their choir.

Sometimes, they are a distant drone, teasing at the marrow; sometimes, blade-sharp cries that meld, discordant, with the environment. Failing life support. The Zariman’s labored shudders. A sudden, screaming litany, fractured with blind panic: please, please, somebody help.

The screams reach a ghastly crescendo, and it dawns: they are coming from you. Are you begging for salvation from the ones yet uninfected? Are you baiting them in, to help them understand?

It matters little. You are smothered by void-song, recast in null, and it is abhorrent.

It is sublime.

#proper drabbles are SO hard to write i recall much frustration from trying to make this one behave lol #angels of the zariman #derelict drabbles #(literally!)

[ohisms]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , updated .     (  a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run - down motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the shady bar of a noisy , dark club .

020.  the grounds of an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a solemnly quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the scene of a violent crime .

038.   a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.    the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

+   30  more  setting  prompts :    1 / 3 / 2024

051. the site of a horrible accident .

052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

053. a home holding horrific memories .

054. by the side of a dangerously quick river .

055. a private hotel room .

056. a police station in the middle of the night .

057. a ferris wheel carriage under a sky of fireworks .

058. a lavish , invite - only party .

059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060. the back of a taxi going in the wrong direction .

061. the underworld .

062. a dusty , forgotten attic .

063. on the set of a television show or movie .

064. a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065. in a post - apocalyptic bunker .

066. on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building .

068. a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069. a crowded stadium during a football game .

070. the morgue during an identification .

071. an otherwise empty library during a late study session .

072. a place that feels familiar , yet you've never been here before .

073. a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074. a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075. a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076. the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077. inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078. at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079. inside a very old house with very old haunts .

080. the antiseptic interior of a space station .

#i'll add more eventually #just had to repost this time cos the old post wasn't in beta :/ #inbox prompts #setting prompts #rp prompts #rp memes #inbox memes

[brewed-pangolin]

Imagine you and Soap relaxing on the couch after a particularly hard day.

Your eyes glazed, barely paying any attention to the moving pictures flashing on the television screen. And the volume down low enough to be nothing more than a stuttering hum.

You catch him lightly bob his head in the periphery of your vision. His eyes heavy, lips parted just enough to expell a series of slow rhythmic breaths.

He hasn't slept well since coming home from his last deployment. Mind tormented by unspeakable horrors. Voice hushed and muffled by an objective that violently tore your energetic Scotsman from within your grasp.

And his eyes. Usually, bright with cerulean vigor and a lust for life have been pulled behind a smoky curtain of uncertainty and dereliction.

You crave to console him. Wrap him in the emotional blanket of your affection to null the pain and remorse extruding from his motionless form.

Yet you hold back. Aware of the classified nature of his career and inability to discuss the happenings that eat away at him.

You resort then to the one concept you can give him.

Comfort.

-

"C'mere, honey." You urge on a hushed whisper. Extending your hand to him, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck to guide him down into the comfort of your lap.

Soap responds with only action. Following your gentle command as he lays himself onto the couch and places his head into the makeshift pillow of your thighs.

"Lay on your side, baby. Let me take care of you."

He again follows your instruction without question. The ever obedient soldier taking orders from the one he loves as he loses himself in the encompassing mantle of your affection.

And you oblige him to the fullest extent. Soothing his troubled mind with the gentlest of touches along his crested scalp. Continually running your fingers through his hair as you feel the heaviness of his exhaustion fall graciously into your lap.

You remain like this for the remainder of the evening. Letting the muffled sounds of scripted chaos wash over your molded spirits as the unabashed devotion to your plagued Scotsman ever heals his broken soul.

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[novasintheroom]

144. Nervous

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1.1k

♡ Warnings - none

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

The urge hits him on a random Tuesday.

There he is, minding his own business, on the way to the gunsmith to buy more bullets and maybe snag a donut somewhere along the way. Then there’s something shiny, on the ground, there. He picks it up – a button, probably popped off someone’s vest while they weren’t looking. It’s opalescent; it gives off a dull sheen of rainbow of colors on white when he moves it this way and that.

A small treasure, to be sure, but it hits him while looking at one of the four holes drilled into the button – this would be perfect for you.

He pockets it and goes on his way with a skip in his step.

He presents it to you later when you’ve met up outside a small Mom and Pop’s restaurant in town.

“Oh, pretty,” you hum, looking at it in the dying light. “Where’d you find it?”

“On the ground,” he says proudly.

You give him a smile. “Living up to your ‘birdie’ name, huh?” You slide it back across the table. You’re giving it back.

He pouts. “No, it’s for you!”

You raise your brows. “You…want me to sew it on something for you?”

“No, it’s just…” he struggles for words. It’s just meant for you. “Just keep it.”

“Vash, what am I gonna do with a button?”

He’s saved from answering when the waiter comes with your orders. He doesn’t see you with the button again after dinner. He’s disappointed.

The next time it happens, you’re both creeping through a bandit camp, trying to save a group of traveling merchants who got themselves tangled up in a deal gone wrong. The guards are none-the-wiser or knocked out, and the rest of them are sleeping off the alcohol they stole from the shipment. You just may get away with this.

Until a BANG goes off. The bullet misses his head by millimeters, the shell landing at his feet. The guard is yelling something, rousing the rest of the bandits to get up (albeit slowly and on wobbly feet), but his attention is on the bullet shell.

It’s shiny.

Quicker than he has time to process, he pockets the hot shell and grabs your hand, running through the camp.

Afterward, with the merchants saved and the bandit camp destroyed (by their own doing, no less), you’re both sitting by the fire, enjoying the sounds of celebration around you. The merchants have circled their carts, freely dancing to a banjo someone pulled out.

Vash thinks to bring out the shell. He palms it in his hand, lets it roll and glint on his fingers. Then, he takes your hand and puts it there.

You look at him strangely. “A bullet shell?”

Something in him withers at your look. But he manages to nod and smile. “Found it earlier.”

Your lips twitch upward. “On the ground, I’m guessing?”

Now he feels foolish. Nervous. What is he doing, presenting you with a bullet shell? A part of him cries that it’s too dull to be considered worthy. Another part wonders – worthy of what? His brain feels fuzzy; two parts of him fighting for a spot – logic, and whatever the hell is going on with him. He lets out a bashful laugh and looks down.

You hum, and he glances over as you roll the shell on your palm. You pocket it, and he doesn’t see it again. He’s disappointed.

The third time, Vash gets suspicious. In the middle of prying off a rare shiny nail from the inside of a derelict ship, he wonders, Is this a Plant thing?

He’s collected shiny things over the years. Lost them, hidden them, has a stash or two across the deserts. But he’s never considered giving them to someone. Not until you. He wonders what’s different. The nail is placed in his pocket as he returns to the small camp you’ve set up outside the ruins.

You’re working on something in your lap. You glance over at him and give him a smile before going back to your task. He sits nearby, eager to present the nail, but knowing it’s better to wait for your attention.

“Hey, look at what I made,” you say. Without preamble, you hold up your creation: a singular earring, a pearly button dangling from its chain. The pearly button, to be exact. “And – “ you hold up another earring – this one a bullet shell (the bullet shell) with a drilled hole, a golden hook weaved through.

Something blooms inside him. He isn’t sure what to call it. Reverence, perhaps. It grows into something giddy when you show him how the button looks on your ear. “Now we can match!...Sorta.” You purse your lips and wait for his reaction.

He reaches out and touches your ear lobe gently, fingering the chain and button. “I thought you didn’t keep them,” he says, quiet.

You shake your head. “I just didn’t know what to do with them for a while. Then I thought, ‘hey, I kinda know how to make jewelry, maybe I can do that!’ Voila!” You reach up and pinch the button. “Not as nice as your earring, but…”

“No!” He exclaims, taking your hands in his own. “They’re beautiful! You’re beautiful!”

The two of you stare at each other in bewilderment. Where did that come from? But you have grace, and with a smile, you say, “Well, thank you, Vash, that’s very sweet of you.”

Vash’s cheeks burn, and he laughs off the rest of his embarrassment. What is going on with him? Then he remembers the nail. His blush comes back. The logical part of him fights it. But the Plant part of him – whatever that means – demands he present it. So he does.

“Um,” he starts, scratching at his neck. “I…sorta found something for you in there.”

You smile, the button winking in rainbows against your cheek. “On the ground again?”

He laughs, “No, in the wall this time.”

“Ah, keeping me on my toes.”

He’s nervous again. He pulls out the nail. It’s slightly bent. He’d tried to straighten it out on the way back, but... “It’s…I mean, it’s shiny, and you don’t have to do anything with it, but…”

You take it from his outstretched hand. Hum. “I could probably curl it and either make a necklace or a ring out of it…blunt the edges.” You laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. “Thanks. You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re doing some weird courting ritual with all these shiny presents.”

You laugh, but Vash goes still as the pieces fall together. The shiny objects, the need to present them to only you, the feeling of acceptance and excitement and attraction when you showed him your earrings –

He’s trying to court you. Plant-style.

Oh. No.

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[leesmustardgarden]

When the Sun Comes Up

P x (gn) reader — Drabble

Warnings: mentions of the horrors of Krat (idk how to put a warning tag on it), general game spoilers, Reader is written as a painter, very short drabble, something something trauma, P’s trauma response is to shut down or start swinging I don’t make the rules sorry

A/N: I am horrible at the game, but I am playing with the intention of making him happy, so have this for my struggles

Your brush glides along the canvas surface, your hands masterful and the motions practiced. There’s a level of peacefulness and concentration etched onto your face that P has seldom had the chance to really observe. There’s something beautiful about it, as there always is with you. Sunlight splatters through the open window in long reaching lines across the walls, bathing your figure in gold.

P is leaning carefully against the doorway, and he has been for a good 5 minutes now, quietly watching you work. There’s something about the scene, so quiet and perfectly peaceful, that is uncanny to P. It might be that his life is marked by tragedy and that the trauma of seeing Krat in such a derelict state leads him to always be on high alert; but he can’t help it. He cares for you deeply— cherishes you with every tick and click of his mechanical heart. It would take one thing going wrong to lose you. To lose everyone. The thought makes it harder to move.

“Hey, lovely,” you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. Your face is twisted in worry, and the creeping thoughts settle in his head. You’re so beautiful, even when you look upset. “Have you just come back? Is everything ok?”

You’re halfway through the room to him, and he knows he should be meeting you halfway but he feels frozen. Maybe it’s the fear, or the worry, or everything he’s had to face and take down today taking a toll on his metal body but he’s exhausted and scared. Somehow you know and take his cold face in your hands. You’re sweeping a thumb across his cheek, and the world comes back with every sweep.

The faces of the dead haunt him in the shadows of the room, dancing along the walls and taunting him. Some of them are the citizens of Krat lining the streets, some of them are the faces of those not dead yet. On tougher days, it would be your face taunting him; today is not a tougher day. Today, it’s easier to ground back into reality where he meets your loving eyes.

“Do you want to sit down and take a break with me for a minute?” You ask when he doesn’t answer. It takes all he has to nod.

He doesn’t know if he can ever have the right words to say it aloud, but you make him feel. As if you were painting his heart with splatters of emotion; as if your smile was the sun etching itself into the shadows of his mind. As if loving you was something he was made to do, he sits there and loves you.

He has his head in your lap and his legs splayed over the loveseat, your hand sweeping the fringe of his hair. The anxiety creeping up his throat settles in his stomach, and in comes the relief he feels around you. Sunlight in your smile and warmth in your eyes, it is both dawn and midnight in your arms. Dawn, because seeing you after a long day is like watching the sun rise from the dark horizon. Midnight, because having you near makes the whole world go dark like the night sky, with you the moon shining down.

In this moment he is not metal and undying, but mortal and human in every way that matters. He is a real boy in love with the moon, a tree in love with the sun. His hands reach out to hold your smile, to hold the kindness of sunlight in his palms, and your grin widens. A laugh slips from your lips all and he wishes he can bottle up the sound and keep it with him.

“What are you up to, love? What’s going on?” Your worry shines through your eyes, but you keep your voice level. He knows he is worrying you, but he doesn’t want to burden you with the horrors of the city.

So instead he keeps his mouth shut and lets his palms press against your warm cheeks. He is holding sunlight and dawn and midnight in his arms— it is holding him dearly in return. The horrors of yesterday, today, and tomorrow can give him this moment’s rest.

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[fayes-fics]

Hey congratulations for a new milestone 🥹💕

Can I request a mini drabble for Anthony

From Part I #4

Anthony + Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer

March 2023 Mini Drabbles Masterpost

Hi Nonny!

Thank you!

So that is Anthony + “Stop looking at me like that, or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

I hope you enjoy what I have come up with below. It's a bit angsty, actually. 😁🧡🧡

He is staring you down, his chest heaving under the white shirt he wears untucked.

“Stop looking at me like that, or my knees will not hold me any longer,” you whisper desperately, your last shred of propriety hanging dangerously in the balance.

“Then leave,” he challenges.

And yet your legs cannot do anything but stay rooted to the spot, mesmerised by the sight of him on the moonlit terrace. 

“You have until the count of three. Then I will not be held accountable for my actions. One…” he warns, low and threaded with danger.

“You are not my husband,” you hiss.

“If I were, you would not be so unsatisfied. I cannot believe Lord Wetherby is so derelict in his duty,” his tone cutting. 

“He tries…” you counter weakly, knowing it's not true. 

Your husband has barely touched you beyond the necessary mechanics to produce an heir on the few times he has even bothered to try. You know just from one glance at Anthony Bridgerton, all riled and agitated as he is, that there are passions beyond your current realm of understanding. And god knows you want him to be the one to show you. To take you right now, here. Against the walls of his home.

“Two….”

“Anthony, we cannot… I….” your protests sound hollow and token even to your own ears. 

You can't look away from the maelstrom of his face, a curl of his chestnut hair caught by the night breeze as it dances around his forehead. You look down at your wringing hands and then back up at him, already knowing how this will go. 

“Take me,” you murmur. 

And as he advances on you and your lips meet in a frenzy, it feels like the very opposite of defeat.

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[legendary-guest]

what r ur favorite drakgo fics?

A very good question! I have a lot of favourites! List with blurbs and commentary incoming, giant. Reviewed Mad Angry, Mad Crazy by bcbdrums Hell hath no fury like a mad scientist scorned! Borderline psychological thriller, equal parts character deconstruction and tragedy, a twisted telling of the aftermath of So the Drama and Mad Dogs and Aliens. Love having your brain scrambled, heart torn apart? This one's for you! I've reviewed this one in particular for anyone who may feel lost when following the story; also, because I adore it.

Mint by OhBoyOhBoy A moment of deep sentiment and romance amongst chaos and debris. Tension is built upon excellently, the sweetness is the peak and the end, a (literal) gasp. This author has great work, but this is my absolute favourite. Contains my favourite Shego name ever.

Drakgo Drabbles by gofordrakgo Some of the best drabble work I have ever seen. No word is wasted. Moments in time, bits of unique characterisation, huge events condensed into 100 words; a wide variety of topics and themes. You will find something you love here, don't let the word count put you off. Less is more, and how! I recommend revisiting a piece that catches your interest to appreciate it better, don't fly through. Dwelling by gofordrakgo A unique origin story for our favourite villains, where a young Shego, Shea (my second favourite Shego name), worms her way into dorky Drew Lipsky's derelict apartment and the domino effect that comes of it. Reverse-engineered Drakgo; unrefined, naive, and...innocent? Lots of sweetness and humour with an underlying, creeping darkness. Developing story, I recommend sticking around - I know I am! and now i'm covered in you by soulffles (NSFW 18+) A fantastic post-Graduation get-together fic with wonderful prose. Deeply romantic, intimate and funny! The internal monologues for this piece are spot on, the way the author weaves in humour amongst these vulnerable moments and thoughts just endears me to Drakken and Shego's plight of...realising that they love each other. A Precise Hand by eclipsing-dreams Fantastic subject of hands being the focus, revolving around all the wonderful things they can do (and can elicit!). Two chapters, one for each of them. Excellently constructed, fantastic characterisation, and just a touch (har har) naughty. A slightly unique edge of characterisation is given to Shego's part that I find intriguing. Happy, sweet ending; you aren't left hanging! Highly recommend the author's other pieces, this is simply my favourite. Here by gofordrakgo Drakken and Shego show-up for each other when they need someone most. The Shego section in this story is my favourite; the best depiction of, to avoid spoilers, a 'vulnerable' Shego I have ever seen. This convinced me, this was her. Dr. D showing up for her in that part, my goodness. I love it. The wounded pride, the shame, the quashing of feeling she presents is just great. Fantastic balance. So lovely. Happy ending. Friends by gofordrakgo Shego realises she may not have been the greatest friend to Drakken, and questions the nature of their relationship post-Graduation in her emotional exhaustion. Fantastic character breakdown, very tightly written. If you love slow-on-the-uptake Drakgo, an emotionally exhausted Shego who suddenly lets her thoughts (and feelings) run wild and awkward domesticity, I recommend. Forfeit by bcbdrums The only winning move is not to play! Somewhat non-linear story-telling, smashing together the bits of Dr. Drakken's shattered life post-Graduation, and post-Shego. O, we love a good Greek tragedy! Parting is such sweet sorrow. Jealous by TheyCanHaveTheSex (NSFW 18+) How can I say no to angry, angst fuelled sex, anguish and repressed feeling? How can I say no to jealousy? I can't, is the answer. Love the tension and how bizarre Shego is in particular in this piece, at least to a certain point. The way the story gives way to genuine hurt, too, I really love it a lot. It's not very heavy, in my opinion, but it does get a bit sad. Sweet, happy ending, I really love this one.

Unreviewed A New Beginning by Windcage (NSFW 18+) Yet another fantastic post-Graduation get-together fic! Mature, sort of refined atmosphere that I love, featuring a particularly distracted Dr. Drakken and an unusually patient Shego - until she isn't. Very, very sweet, romantic and funny. Doc's plant mutation is characterised in a fun way here as well. Highly recommend. come back when you can by obijuankenobi (NSFW 18+) A Drakgo exclusive Graduation Part 1, basically! Excellently written exploration of Drakken and Shego's new careers post-Graduation, and insight into how Dr. D really sees himself, after all the fanfare. Well-written, fun plot that does not overstay its welcome, fun action scenes, Drakken and Shego protecting each other, and, most of all, extremely sweet and tender romance. A++, five gold stars, Honour Roll, you name it. And, Motor Ed gives Shego a sexy motorcycle! Why didn't she ever have one in the show? This author gets it. Bad is Good and Good is Bad by split-n-splice Realistic, gritty and somewhat surreal depiction of how Drakken and Shego met, before they became Drakken and Shego. Strong, tense atmosphere. Visceral, ugly, the lowest they have ever been in their young lives, and, when they meet, consequences are inevitable and paths are determined, set in stone. The author makes clever narrative choices, such as omitting names entirely, which builds upon the emerging, almost 'blank slate' aspects of the Doc's and Shego's identities as youths at this point in time. The setting is fantastic, probably my favourite aspect of this piece. So many strong bits of imagery that involve the environment, especially in the second and third chapters. A great scar origin story, too. I highly recommend for anyone who likes something meatier, more grounded. O yeah, and there's great art inside! How considerate of the author to help the reader out! Durable by tabbyclaw Love this one, especially the bluntness of Shego's inner monologue/prose. Possessive, cheeky, somewhat domineering, almost feigning playing second-fiddle to Dr. Drakken. The setting for this is great, there's a great sense of Shego-flavoured risk and recklessness involved without sacrificing her glamour. This might all sound like nonsense, but, I assure you, it is all there in the text! Fans of kissy-face, this one is for you! (Meaning, every Drakgo fan ever, but I digress).

Untitled by tabbyclaw I always appreciate this author's maturity when dealing with Drakgo, I adore it, and it's present here, too. No skimping on the romance at all, it's just wonderful. A take on a love confession that's just so...nice. After the whirlwind and fervour, realisation rolls in. Comforting. Ocean Views by Aleego ; Tumblr fanfic link inspired by art by midnightcaptions (NSFW 18+) An excellent fic inspired by a great piece of art! Truly a merger of great minds! Phone sex might be nothing new, but it works excellently here to establish tension. It's actually a fantastic headspace for Drakken and Shego to be in as characters, not having to face each other, but to speak as if they were alone. It's a strange bit of intimacy between them that, potentially, serves as a lynch pin to how their dynamic changes. Tastefully written. Truth or Dare by those-other-ones (NSFW 18+) Love this one. Love how unique it is, how casual it is, how unglamorous it is. It's also incredibly sweet, vulnerable. Romantic drunkenness, if you will. Captures their competitive and stubborn personalities very well, sabotaging themselves without even knowing by throwing alcohol into the mix. Happy ending, very tender, intimate, sweet. Full-on sex not something you can handle? Try this one. Untitled by those-other-ones (NSFW 18+) An alternative take on an existing fic where Shego is still a hero in Go City and Dr. Drakken makes his villainous debut! I enjoy how weird this is as a first meeting. The setting allows for a great sexual tension and atmosphere that's very unusual, and, when villain and hero are alone together, fervour, desperation and tenderness are unleashed. Very different, highly recommend. Love this one. Routine by Nikki-wr (NSFW 18+) Drakken and Shego's relationship suddenly becomes physical, but it's not all roses. This is a really excellent, weighty, angsty fic. I love how their misunderstandings, miscommunication and insecurities are depicted, their fears of honesty and taking risks when it comes to each other, juxtaposed with irony of perpetuating a self-destructive path. My words might be strong, but this fic ends very, very sweetly. In truth, all of this author's pieces are strong, and angst-tinged, which I adore, but I've chosen this one to highlight. Love the passion. Oldies: Fics from Years Gone By! Vietnam by Dr. Agent My absolute favourite Drakken-centric Drakgo fic ever, bar none! Drakken's developing feelings for Shego are documented in unguarded moments, woven with masterful, restrained prose. The language in this blows me away, it's just. Wow. There is one line in this, a single line, that I obsess over. Powerful imagery and metaphor that ties together the wilderness, war and jungle-theming of the piece - just brilliant, multi-faceted. The author also has a Shego-centric one to mirror this, but Vietnam is my absolute favourite. Beautiful Dynamite by Crystal Allen My favourite Shego character-study fic, ever! Set during Two to Tutor, the author utilises Señor Senior Sr.'s wisened voice as our guide into the ferocious, yet unattractive, side of Shego. Brilliant, I cannot think of a more polarising pair to make commentary on each other, despite their shared hedonism, passion for wealth and villainy. SSS makes slight Drakgo commentary at the end, which I love. Makes me want to read more from his perspective on the two of them, since in this fic, their relationship sort of parallels and contradicts ones he has had in the past. I highly recommend for any big Shego fans. Jealous by NAster Another great Shego-centric fic with jealousy as a core theme that makes the list? Say it isn't so! Wonderful take on Shego's flighty, ornery nature and how it's influenced her behaviour with Drakken, and, with everyone else. Understated, sweet Drakgo, possessive Shego. What's not to love?

Out of Control by Blackfire 18 The Supreme One's treatment of her last line of defence has warped him, not just in body, but in mind. Some of my favourite nasty lines from Supreme Shego and Drakken live here. Rage, angst and tragedy, all in one. The Supreme One's future is miserable for all, even herself. Downer ending. Seeking Shelter from the Rain by Blackfire 18 A classic. Adore this author's Gothic atmosphere, it's very nostalgic, and very prominent in this dreary piece. Amidst a recent failure, Shego is vulnerable and Drakken is there with her. Comforting, sweet ending. Fatal Mistake in the Dark by Blackfire 18 In my opinion, not as strong as the other two pieces. However, it is the ending to this that I really like. The author's sense of building dread is fantastic and present in all her dark fics, but the pay-off for this one is intriguing. Tragedy...? Everything by Hematitebadger A measured, mature, sweet, outcome of a scenario where Dr. Drakken wins. The sheer gentleness, the duality of Lipsky, what he is capable of and who he is. Just lovely. Minutes and Years by Hematitebadger 50 sentences, a real relic from the past! One of the very best that Drakgo has to offer. You only need one sentence to grab you! Symbiosis by Ninnik Nishukan from The Ones That Never Happened Liked Out of Control? Watch a similar dynamic play out and end in a completely different way! Understand the reasons behind Shego and Drakken's transformation and relationship in this timeline, and the brief humanity they end up sharing. Optimistic, relieving ending compared to its sibling-fic. The author's best work, in my sincere opinion. More? Interesting ideas/cute moments/unique settings that I like Stay by Eienvine - Oldie Any Road Will Get You There by Crystal Allen - Oldie Definitely Exactly What It Looks Like by souljelly - Reviewed Sick Day by split-n-splice - Reviewed Practice Makes Perfect by split-n-splice - Reviewed The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by split-n-splice - Unreviewed Not Sentimental by sweet_tangerine_dreams - Reviewed New and Not New by Malvolia - Reviewed A Knotty Situation by bcbdrums - Unreviewed In All the Gin Joints in the World, He Asks for Coco Moo by UnapologeticallyMeatwad - Unreviewed The Aftermath by dragannahEireann - Unreviewed / Incomplete Fic Expected by gofordrakgo - Reviewed Just a Pair of Cold Dwellers by OhBoyOhBoy - Unreviewed

Thanks razzledazzledrakgo, for breaking in my ask box, and for breaking the dam! I don't know how to add a Keep Reading cut.

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[elliewill]

LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO.

summary: a bittersweet drabble of fem reader & ellie coming to accept that maybe all they are is two strangers who are passing ships in the night. warnings: barely-there fluff, some strong language, mentions death/blood/sex word count: 1.9k credits: divider credit, proofreading ->@dyk3ification (♡ u) a/n: written with "like real people do" by hozier & "godspeed" by frank ocean in mind. listen while u read maybe!

Although you had since caught your breath, sweat was still beaded on your skin when you pushed yourself closer to the edge of the bed. The cool air felt sharp on your bare skin as you eyed the crumpled pile of your clothes by the bedpost. Just as you were about to get up, a warm hand gently traced the bare skin over your side, raising goosebumps and beckoning you away from that same, quiet routine you relied on for months in the making.

"Please stay tonight," Ellie asked you for the first time, her voice low and clear.

Your heart dropped and you froze. There had been an unspoken promise between both of you. You’d comfort each other for the evenings and you’d go separate ways. Nothing more.

You glanced over your shoulder to catch her green-eyed gaze, the inner corners of her brows turned up. A look of worry sat on her face, expecting you to say no.

“…I can’t do that, Ellie,” you finally replied, turning away.

“Please. Just tonight.”

In the moments where the world was loud, she quieted them for you. Even if just for a little while. The mistakes you had made, the people you had lost, the loneliness that ate you alive became a mousy whisper when she'd beckon you to her bed.

You didn't always exchange words when you found yourself there. But you never had to. You already both knew why you were there. And it wasn't much, but it was just enough for you. And it was just enough for Ellie.

You knew this, and yet you quietly brought your legs back under the soft off-white comforter, and rested your head on the flat pillow beside Ellie’s. You could feel her hesitation before she snaked a warm, firm arm around you, pulling you closer.

“Do you know why I brought you back to Jackson when I did?” Ellie's voice hummed behind you, breaking the air that was thick with silence.

You nearly winced at the memory of that night. Recalling it brought you glimpses of hacking down raiders one by one, blood splattering wildly enough to confuse it for your own. Ellie took Jesse's patrol that day, and ended up following a trail of empty gunshells and blood to an overgrown shack of a house. And there you were, frozen in the corner of a derelict bedroom of rotting wood and exposed pipe, bodies and pools of blood leading the way. By then, the blood on your face and hands had dried maroon, and your mind could draw nothing but blanks.

You knew the slender stranger was no threat. And no matter how many times her voice reassured you that she wasn't there to hurt you, you couldn't tear your eyes away from a heartbreakingly familiar and lifeless face submerged in blood. It was someone you knew. How could you blame yourself? You didn't know. You were just trying to survive. You were defending yourself. But you had always blamed yourself anyways.

“No,” you confessed, your voice a little hoarse. “I don't know why. You knew you didn’t have to bring me back here.”

“I did," Ellie argued, squeezing you a bit more tightly for emphasis.

“You didn’t. I would’ve survived.”

“Okay, Y/N," she relented. Even with your back turned to her, you could hear the crooked smirk that crept across her lips at your stubbornness.

“So what was the reason then?” you asked, turning over so you could face her. Her heavy arm remained resting on your hip. For some reason, and without thinking, you found yourself tracing lines along her forearm. Some along her veins. Some along her fern and moth tattoo. Some along her scars and hidden bite.

“Mm?”

Something about you touching her this way... It wasn't sexual, or necessarily platonic or romantic. Whatever it was, it made her heart skip a beat. She was half sure she forgot what those pretty lips of yours were talking about.

“You asked if I knew why and I don’t.”

Silence.

Oh. This was what you both were talking about.

It was on the tip of her tongue. She was ready to tell you everything. But she caught herself and racked her brain for a moment as to why she felt so ready to confess this to you. Most nights were filled with expletives and desire-filled panting - getting what you needed and going. What the fuck happened?

There was something about the way you looked at her. You were curious and she was just so eager to melt. You made her feel fuckin' real. She guessed that she had missed the closeness, the pillow talk, the feeling that she had someone. Even if you didn’t feel the same way. But she’d be dead before she’d ever admit that to herself.

"I've uh..." she said, picking up her arm from your hip and away from your hand to scratch her head in apprehension. "I've done a lot of things that I’m not proud of."

"So you wanted to redeem yourself by doing a good deed?"

"No, it wasn’t like that. I mean it was, I guess. But that’s not what I was thinking at the time."

You resisted the urge to ask her to go on. What was she thinking at the time? What could she have been thinking? As far as you knew, you weren't a soul worth saving. How could Ellie think that highly of a stranger? A stranger she found among bodies and blood? You decided that maybe you never wanted to know. But you could tell that Ellie was itching to explain.

"Look, I don’t know what your life was like before I brought you here. And maybe it’s better that way...maybe it's better that I don't know. But I’ve lost a lot, Y/N. And the things I’ve done, I…"

You both never spoke like this. Ellie was revealing herself to you and it made you absolutely sick to your stomach to think of revealing yourself in return. Your heart pounded in your chest as you shook your head gently at her, praying that she'd stop speaking. You brought your hand to her freckled cheek, your thumb gently grazing her soft, pale lips.

“You don't have to tell me. And I won’t ask you. As long as you don’t ask me," you assured her. Clearly it was painful for Ellie to talk about. And although you could never admit it, it would have been twice as painful for you to hear. "But for the record, I don’t think anyone who's been able to survive in this world this long could say they’re good people.”

She licked her lips nervously and nodded at you, swallowing all she wanted to confess. God, why did you stop her? You knew you weren't ready for anything deeper but it hurt like hell to see Ellie shut down on you.

You studied each others' features silently, as her hand came up to trace gentle lines onto your bare shoulder. You watched as her eyes fixed themselves on your lips, your heart beating faster at the thought of it all becoming more real than just love in the evenings. But you shook it off as well as you could, and caught her sighing. Her eyebrows furrowed as she held your chin between her thumb and index finger.

"What are we doing, Y/N?" Ellie nearly whispered, eyes glued to your lips again.

"What do you mean?" you responded, flustered at both the question and the way she laid her eyes on you. You knew exactly what she meant. But it had been a question you tried avoiding for months since she brought you back here to Jackson.

"This, Y/N. You know what I mean."

"I don't know, Ellie. I’m… content for right now. I know this won’t be forever, but until it changes, I’m here, y'know?"

“You know, maybe this isn’t the right thing to say and I know it sounds dumb but… I wish I could give you a ‘forever'."

You wished for that too. Fuck, you could've kissed her right there and then. To have someone in your corner as loyal and protective as this stubborn and witty auburn-haired girl... It almost felt like this was something you had been searching for your whole life. To belong to someone as much as they belong to you. But you quickly washed that feeling away, and told yourself that Ellie didn't deserve damaged goods.

“C'mon, El, you know nothing about me. I’m not someone you’d want to give ‘forever’ to. Not even sure I could return it.”

“I fuckin' know enough to know that you’re just like me. And maybe I don’t know all the shit you’ve been through, and you’re right. But I can feel it on you all the time. And I’m sorry," Ellie argued incessantly, her hand now traveling from your chin to your jaw.

This used to be about fucking. It used to be about getting hers and moving on the next morning. But you were beautiful and reliable and just the perfect amount of fucked up and detached as she was. So how did she end up here? How did she end up here, wanting to love you hard enough to fix you?

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for everything I don’t know. For everything we won't ask each other about," she steadfastly replied, her thumb brushing your cheek and smile lines. Ellie hoped that one day it could all be something different. That you'd want to open up the way she did. That you'd both have your happy ending. God knew you both fuckin' deserved one.

But life isn't that easy. And while you loved her, you couldn't handle having another person to lose. Honestly, neither could she. You wanted to tell her you loved her. God, how it fuckin' ached on your lips. Your heart rose in your chest, butterflies stirring in your stomach. Maybe you could tell her you loved her? That you could give this a try? That this wasn't too soon and that you would be okay with falling as long as it meant you wouldn't lose her the way you lost -

"I'm sorry, too."

There was just too much at stake. And that was all you could muster. You were sure you'd lose yourself if you ever lost again.

Ellie accepted her defeat, her heart sinking to her stomach. She had no choice but to meet you in the middle. She'd happily take the evenings with you if it meant she could love you, even for a little while. She'd make sure your side of the bed would always be ready for you to lay in, if and whenever you decided to return. As a friend. As an evening lover.

You both laid there, bodies intertwined, almost like real lovers. Your throat began to tighten, tears pooling as the lump grew larger. No matter how hard you swallowed, it wouldn't go away. Your skin burned hot with embarrassment. Why was it so embarrassing to cry? Why couldn't you let yourself go? Why couldn't you allow yourself to finally have something good?

You resisted the urge to curse yourself when Ellie's hand crept from your jaw to your cheekbone to gently wipe the tear that crept from the corner of your eye. But without thinking, you pressed your lips to hers softly, hoping that this would be just enough to convey all that you couldn't bring yourself to say.

Maybe this wasn't the end. Maybe you could both try again in another life. Surely, you’d both get your happy endings then.

#before u ask #no i am not okay #im just an angst machine atp #im so sorry #ellie williams angst #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #tlou x reader #ellie williams #writings #tlou angst #ellie williams x fem reader

[rouecentric]

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR ;; wmmap , my husband hides his beauty, revolutionary princess eve, lout of the count's family, how to get my husband on my side, how to be a dark hero's daughter, twtptflob, father i don't want to get married!, the villainess is a marionette, for my derelict beloved, the villainess reverses the hourglass, when the villainess loves, death is the only ending for the villainess, i tamed a tyrant and ran away, give the harem to the villainess, genshin impact, go away, romeo!, ocs, i'll be the queen in this life, minecraft diaries, please throw me away, actually i was the real one, mcsm, project sekai, demon slayer, bungou stray dogs.

I WILL WRITE ;; fluff, angst, platonic, romantic, drabbles, headcannons, oneshots.

I WON'T WRITE ;; yandere, smut, bimbo/himbo!reader, noncon, dubcon, romantic fics for certain characters, pedophilia, incest, gore.

#@.duelist's law

[recom-week]

For those of you who follow us on here, we have a secret 8th prompt!!

HORROR : Existential - Eldritch - Cosmic

Pick your poison and go wild! Of course you can submit on your own time, or simply share sketches or drabbles. We know it's been a long week, but some of you clearly love a challenge!

Here are suggestions for those of you uncertain about where to take any of those themes :

Recoms are rife with existential horror! What if Quaritch and Lyle are given 2.0 versions of all their recoms? And again? Like a time loop? What if they have edited memories? Discover other clones of themselves, awake or not?

And MANY things can happen in space! What about waking up in a derelict ship, still in the tube? What if Eywa fights back with a virus that affects recoms who make tsaheylu? What if Pandora has critters that live very high in the atmosphere and squeeze in the cargo door?

What about a recom having to connect to Eywa to go find the stolen mind of their friend, like Orpheus and Eurydice, except Eywa's network is the afterlife? (Can't imagine Q would find a warm welcome there). What if she can create endless iterations a la matrix?

Anyway, inspire yourself from these examples or fly with your own! The Pandoran night is not very dark, but definitely full of terrors!

Have fun with that last impromptu-prompt and don't fret if you don't have the spoons for it! We love you, this event has been awesome!

Stay tuned tomorrow rather late for our team's message, and don't forget that we TOTALLY ACCEPT LATE ENTRIES!!!

#prompt #secret prompt #day 8 #recomweek #atwow #avatar 2 #avatar #recoms #recombinant #recom week #miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #recom squad #recom ocs

[derelicthorror]

Tenno gets overwhelmed by everything and decides for to just. Take a break from everything and just. Lives in Cetus for a while. No one knows what they look like in Operator mode (except for Onkho who’s not saying anything) so they assume they’re just a teenager from somewhere else.

at some point after meeting the locals, most tenno’ve probably had a moment of wondering what it would be like, to have a kindly stranger take them under their wing and give them just a taste of the calm and quiet belonging from before the zariman jump. it’s never exactly the same, and it’s mostly talked about as a joke, but some tenno do make the choice to run, if only for a while. maybe some judge, but the vast majority understand fully.

conversely, the ostrons are aware of a handful of young strangers, lost children who won’t say where they hail from, who walk as if burdened by some ancient grief. but they’ll hand them a warm drink and a blanket all the same - because although, inevitably, the children always disappear without so much as an explanation, it’s accepted that this is something one does under the unum’s eyes

#i do not remember how to draw ANYONE but quick rendition! #i think abt this ask a lot and it is toptier thank uuuu as always!!! #derelict doodles #ty for the ask! #derelict drabbles #sssorta

[ohisms]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺     (   a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   will be updated .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run-down (or abandoned) motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a bonfire in the middle of the woods .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the bar of a loud ,  dark club .

020.   an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground / illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.   an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.   a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the site of a car accident .

038.   a hiking trail in the mountains .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.   the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

#setting prompts #rp meme #rp prompts #drabble prompts #ohisms

[sloan-baux]

It took a broken sledgehammer, two crooked crowbars, and a fractured ankle, but the hatchway finally gave in, and chem-baron Luegehaft — along with his thuggish lackeys — busted into the barricaded hideout. They were greeted with a palpable, dust-filled silence and the pungent stink of rank machine oil. Only the sickly green fizzling from the busted wires of the door mechanism lit the place, a derelict anteroom. It was one of many such places, part of a redundant access system built for a municipal heating engine that had been malfunctioning for half a century, its countless corridors and crawlways tunneling all over the eastern slums. But among all the accessways, this was the only one that had been locked and barred; a strong culprit for a hideout.

Luegehaft tutted — an ebbing chain of echoes carried away the click — and ran his fingers through the sweaty skin of his scalp, one foot rapping nervously. Then looked around as if the absentminded stare of his henchmen baffled him.

"What are you looking at?" He rasped, "Find the girl. Get the freaking book. Move out!"

The men started, bumping into each other as they scurried away spreading out like ants. Luegehaft unhooked a flashlight from his belt and lit up the filthy main corridor just in front of him.

"You two, with me."

As unctuous muck squelched under his feet the chem-baron pondered how he ended up in this predicament. He got used to locking the money in the safe and not the papers because that's where the value always had been. As his business and influence grew substantially, however, the realization that the value of the papers and the money switched places came way overdue. Now he was chasing a wad of notes that had the power to send his empire tumbling like a house of cards. A tiny yellow light flickered into life at the end of the corridor in front of him, and coupled with it came a faint singsong whistle. The light intensified as he marched forward, revealing a girl in a room, sitting on a dingy wing chair under a single dangling lightbulb. The whistling trailed off, and she began mumbling.

"One deal with the Ferros. One deal with the Medarda. One deal with the Cadwalder?" She stretched the last words playfully, in feigned bafflement. "Man if the other chem-barons knew how this puppy is yapping their secrets out to the enemy for coin and status?!"

Luegehaft stiffened when he recognized his booklet on the girl's lap.

"Give that to me!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs and broke into a run, his goons lagging behind. A switch went off somewhere underground, chains churned, a counterweight fell with a thump, and a wall of grille shoot up at the end of the corridor; a beat after Luegehaft darted out of it. His goons smacked at the cold wet metal, locked out. No matter — Luegehaft thought, his mind roiling, the notes in the girl's hand being his only focus — he hastened his march. As he reached the girl he lunged at the papers and a tug of war began between them — her cursing in indignation, him growling enraged — ending with the booklet in the baron's hands, pages shooting out of it, fluttering about in the air.

The girl reeled away and watched as Luegehaft fell to his knees, swept together everything on the floor with hands trembling, and franticly began clicking on a petrol lighter, burbling and driveling like a madman. Then he lit the pages one by one, but as some of the wettened sheets refused to properly catch fire, he started eating them. As he was shoving them page after page into his mouth the girl snorted shaking her head.

"Take it, easy chum," She jingled, "Eating fast will hurt your tummy! And there's more if you're hungry."

Luegehaft looked up with a mouthful, in utter shock to find two more of his booklets in the girl's hands. They were uncannily identical, all the creases, coffee marks, and dog ears in the exact same position. Shrieking with wrath he was about to leap at her when a bulkhead above them rolled open and a rain of sheets flooded the room. All of them were his booklets, all the very same. The air was saturated with swooshing and flapping pages and the bittersweet scent of ink; muffled amongst them rung the laughter of the girl and the agitated cry of chem-baron Luegehaft.

This is my drabble for the Legends of Runeterra card Practical Perfectionist suggested by @flowingmoons, I hope you guys like it!

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[hoe-doroki]

ana’s bnha x reader masterlist

first updated 11.17.20 last updated 07.13.21 desktop version found here bkdk masterlist: desktop | mobile

fics [38] drabbles [13]

Thanks for dropping by! I want to note that I no longer write x reader and instead am writing bakudeku shipfic. So! By all means, read, like, comment on my fics here! But I can't recommend that you follow me unless you like bakudeku. Hope you enjoy your time here regardless! <3

legend:

character x character

Title w/ link | [rating] | word count | genre

Synopsis

ratings are bracketed: e.g. [g], [t], [m], [e]

[g] - appropriate for general audiences [t] - appropriate for audiences 13+ [m] - contains non-graphic adult themes [e] - explicit, 18+ readers only

🌸 = personal faves

characters x reader: no ship (1), aizawa (2), bakugou (12), endeavor (1), iida (2), kaminari (1), kirishima (4), midoriya (7), shinsou (2), todoroki (19)

Everything is in alphabetical order <3

no ship

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort

The results are in and your class is all with you as you process the results

aizawa x reader

Stress Relief | [e] | 3k | smut

There's a new regulation that forces you to take an extra class before you can graduate college. When you learn that Eraserhead is teaching the class, you’re a little more interested.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort 

Aizawa reminds that you were prepared for this and, together, you can handle it.

bakugou x reader

Can’t Find My Breath | [e] | 4.2k | smut 🌸

At the beginning of the day, Ground Zero was just another hero you wrote articles about. Now it’s nighttime and you’ve just left a bar together. Companion to The Rest with No Sound

Christmas Cold | [g] | 1k | fluff

You and Katsuki manage to make it to your parents' house for the holidays, but you've come down with a little cold.

Doing Something Right | [e] | 1.8k | smut

You’re pregnant and happily enjoying domestic bliss when Katsuki comes in, unable to resist you.

Frustration | [e] | 3.1k | smut

request. After a long day of work, Katsuki comes home frustrated and you, suffering from a different kind of frustration yourself, know exactly what will help you both.

Gorgeous | [e] | 1.5k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask. When you have a negative response to Katsuki touching you in a moment of insecurity, he intends to do whatever he can to alleviate your fears.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

Magic | [e] | 2.2k | smut

request. Katsuki comes home early and catches you...taking care of yourself.

Miniskirts | [e] | 0.8k | smut 🌸

After a long day, Katsuki takes a shower and his thoughts turn to you.

On the Job | [e] | 4.5k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You.

The Rest with No Sound | [t] | 8.5k | slow burn, fluff 🌸

Bakugou thinks that people who wake up not remembering where they are are idiots. This is confirmed when it happens to him, head aching from a night of drinking. Idiot. But when he looks over, and sees you there, he realizes he doesn’t remember anything. So he has to gather the scattered pieces from the day before to figure out exactly how he ended up with you. Companion to Can’t Find My Breath

Stay | [g] | 2.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

ask. The last thing you want to do on a rough day is worry Bakugou with your problems. So you try to hide it. You should have known better.

Steamy | [e] | 2.7k | smut

request. You're a pro hero, rising in the ranks and, happy though he is for you, Katsuki's old jealousy begins to roil. After you've been paraded around all evening as one of Japan's finest, Katsuki finds himself feeling more than a little possessive, and can't help himself from taking you as his.

Steel and Lace | [e] | 3.8k | smut

The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

endeavor x reader

When the Smoke Clears | [e] | 17.4k | slow burn, smut

Soulmate AU. After his battle with Hawks against Hood, Endeavor wakes up in the hospital to find that a young doctor saved his life, their quirk being able to counteract the negative effects of his own. His first thought is that he has to talk to you–you might be able to fix the drawbacks of his quirk. His second thought is oh no, not again.

iida x reader

Broken Glass | [g] | 1.8k | fluff, mild comfort

request. In a quirk-related accident you find yourself surrounded by shattered glass. Worst of all, most of that glass is from every single pair of your boyfriend’s glasses.

Flotsam, Jetsam, Lagan, and Derelict | [g] | 1.5k | hurt/comfort

ask. Trying to hide a panic attack from your boyfriend isn’t easy when he’s right next to you. But you’re determined to suffer alone.

kaminari x reader

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

You share your unsteady hope with Kaminari.

kirishima x reader

Silhouette | [e] | 1.8k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask.  Before a gala, you’re stuck in the mirror, caught on all your old body insecurities. Kiri comes in and loves you regardless.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

We’ll See | [g] | 6.3k | gen, light romance 🌸

demisexual!Reader. After a fateful meeting, you and Kirishima keep running into each other. And although he’s so nice, you fear the fact that he might be interested in you. Even though all you want is, for once, to let yourself be happy and maybe fall in love, you can’t seem to be able to.

What We Look For | [t] | 15.5 | slow burn

Last time, you and Kirishima became friends—nothing more, nothing less. The idea of being something more sounds nice. But you can’t. You just can’t. So you won’t. Whatever happens will be on your own terms. Sequel to We'll See

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Kirishima freaks out while you experience a numb calm. You meet in the middle.

midoriya x reader

Bad Days | [g] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

Izuku helps you get out of bed.

Sunlight | [e] | 2.1k | smut 🌸

request. An early afternoon in bed with your husband, Izuku.

Surprised, Just Once | [e] | 5k | smut

request. You were planning on just another predictable night out with the girls. What you got was much, much more.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.3k | hurt/comfort

Izuku holds you close while you watch the results.

Multiple unrelated oneshots with Deku with an s/o with an eating disorder | ask

Gratitude | [t] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

After having been with Izuku a while, you’re suffering a relapse and he helps you through with some gratitude practices on date night.

Picnic | [t] | 1.8k | hurt/comfort

Izuku surprises you with a picnic on your second date, much to your horror.

A Start | [t] | 1.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

You ask Izuku for help when you realize you need it.

Trust Yourself | [t] | 2.3k | hurt/comfort

Shortly after moving in together, Izuku learns of your struggles and tries his best to comfort and encourage you.

shinsou x reader

Passing the Night Stars | [g] | 3.2k | hurt/comfort

The party was neon and you needed darkness.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Shinsou helps you prioritize yourself.

todoroki x reader

All Dressed Up | [e] | 4.6k | smut 🌸

quarantine fic. It’s been months since you’ve dressed up, felt pretty, and felt seen by anyone. Your husband’s birthday is a perfect excuse to get all dressed up. And then take it right off.

All the Wasted Time | [e] | 3.2k | smut, fluff

Three months ago, you’d been ripped from Shouto’s side with something less than a love confession, something more than a show of feelings. Now that you’re back, you’re eager to make up for lost time. Siberia sequel, First Snow prequel

Bad Days | [g] | 0.9k | hurt/comfort 🌸

Shouto comforts you when your demons arrive unexpectedly.

First Snow | [g] | 2.2k | fluff

A year after the events in Siberia, you and Shouto are happily together, and it’s the first snow of the year. Siberia and All the Wasted Time sequel

On the Job | [e] | 3.4k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You. Sequel to On the Job (Bakugou); can be read alone

Siberia | [e] | 13.8k | pining/angst, smut, fluff 🌸

On the field, you and Todoroki are rising stars amongst hero pairings. Off the field…you’re kind of in love with him. After a successful capture, you’re boss brings you in to let you know you’re being sent on assignment in foreign country…alone. Before you leave, you have to act. You’re not partners anymore, after all. And with a little liquid courage you do. Then, the next morning, you still have to leave. All the Wasted Time and First Snow prequel.

Worth it | [t] | 0.3k | gen

The morning after with your boyfriend, Shouto.

2021 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.5k | hurt/comfort

The stress of election day comes back swiftly during the Georgia runoff and Todoroki’s quick to notice.

all works below are within the world of the a spare heart series:

A series about a fem, American reader who had to transfer to U.A. partway through second year. You’re there to become a hero, that much is obvious, but why else did you come? And, more importantly, what—or who—makes you stay?

timeline

may, year two:

- reader finishes junior year of American high school early

- reader transfers to u.a. from the united states

The Meeting | [g] | 0.1k | gen

Reader meets Tokoyami for the first time. Sequel to first impressions from my wip list

Hollow Victory | [g] | 9.6k | gen, action

chapter 1 | chapter 2

You transferred to U.A. from America two weeks ago. No one has found out your quirk yet. Today, they’re going be meeting it head on and you have the advantage: surprise.

june, year two:

Illiterate | [g] | 2.1k | fluff, comfort

Being unable to read Japanese makes you feel so stupid. And who comes into the common room after midnight just as you’re about to cry? The boy who hasn’t spoken to you in three weeks.

sequels

The Offering | [g] | 0.4k | fluff, gen.

The Mission (Shouto POV) | [g] | 0.3k | fluff, gen., silly

september, year two:

Impetus | [g] | 2.1k | friendship

Ever since Shinsou found out what your quirk was, the two of you have been each other’s best friends and confidantes. But when he turns a casual training session into a tease over your supposed crush on someone in your class, that trust might just break.

january, year two:

This Clock Never Seemed So Alive | [g] | 1.2k | fluff, comfort

You and your boyfriend, Shouto, always walk to class together, but today you haven’t yet left your dorm. When he checks on you, he finds you awake, but curled on your side, suffering from period cramps.

sequels

The Questions (drabble) | [g] | 0.1k | gen.

The Sweetness (double drabble) | [g] | 0.2k | fluff, comfort

february, year three:

Between Fear and Guilt | [t] | 2.5k | light angst, comfort

You and Shouto only started being intimate a couple months back, but you’re already experiencing a dry spell. Today you’re going to figure out what’s up with your boyfriend once and for all.

fifteen years after graduation

Something Perfect | [e] | 3.7k | smut, fluff

After years of questioning if Shouto would ever want children, he’s finally decided that he really does. Overjoyed, the two of you decide to get started.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #deku x reader #iida x reader #ida x reader #kirishima x reader #aizawa x reader #shinsou x reader #endeavor x reader

[oldshrewsburyian]

I was VERY tempted to request Watson/Holmes and 12, but instead I’ll ask for them and 23+26.

Ah, there are others better suited to derelict spaceships than I! I think this is the second time you've asked me for something connected to Holmes and Watson and death and I can only respect your emotional fortitude and intellectual curiosity. Have a 221B drabble with my thanks/apologies.

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I did not expect to bury him. I may put it more strongly than that: I expected the death I had so long eluded to catch up with me, to tap me on the shoulder one evening as I bent over my alembics, or one morning as I bent over the hives. This was my unpardonable error: to think of death as one among the ranks of my respected rivals, not as the oldest and most terrible of enemies.

Is it folly, to say that I still imagine his presence? My most rigidly trained habits of mind would reject it. An impossibility. An untruth. But he had such gifts, my Watson — for words, for warmth, for speaking silences. And so I tell myself that it is not so very extraordinary, that I should imagine him with me in the hush of the early morning, by my side in the bracing air of the frost-covered downs. I can no longer recall which of us used to chivvy the other out of the Baker Street lodgings. He would remember. He would laugh at me for wanting to know. I can hear his laughter too. Perhaps it is not too great a strain on logic to assert that, since I still remain, so too must he: that it is not none, but both.

#221b ficlet #it is both or none #my FIRST detection obsession #sherlock holmes #angst and literary allusions