Hello! I'd like to put in a request, please. I love your writing!
Okay, so, could I please have (all these characters from mha) Tamaki, Kirishima, and Hawks (separately. And idk if you do multiple characters, if not, then just Kirishima, please.) With an s/o who wears glasses? Idk what the scenario could be, but like, maybe they lose them and can't see? I do that a lot lmao.
Thanks in advance!! Stay safe!
Hello anon. Yeah! Ill do Kiri first then Hawks and Tamaki. Great choices! Thank you for reading and im glad you like it!
Kirishima when his s/o loses their glasses.
You had lost your glasses earlier that morning. No matter how hard you searched for them, you couldnt find them anywhere in your dorm.
As the minutes of your searching ticked by, you began to panic. It was only ten minutes until you had to be in class and they were nowhere to be found.
Finally, you just picked up your phone and exited your room and out into the hallway.
Just as normal, Kirishima was waiting for you by the door out of the dorm building.
“Y/n? Where are your glasses?” Kiri asked almost as soon as he saw you.
You looked at him, though he looked more like a blob with red hair to you.
“They’re gone. Its okay though. Ill be fine. Its just for today” you responded.
“If you say so..” he said a bit nervously.
You made it to class safely and without incident. Kirishima left you after he walked you to class 1-B and headed toward class 1-A.
During class, you squinted to see the board. The math notes that Mr. Vlad King had written on the board were completely unintelligible without your glasses. You struggled to see and just jotted down the notes the best you could.
You sighed with relief when the lunch bell rang. You stood outside your class and waited for Kirishima. It took about five minutes before he came to get you for lunch.
You walked down the stone brick path outside while you searched for a place to sit.
“Y/n?” Kirishima questioned, turning his head to look at you from where he stood beside you.
“Yeah?” You responded as if nothing was wrong.
“Are you sure you’re okay without your glasses? You’re squinting a-lot, man” he asked you, clearly just concerned for your own well-being.
“Im fine!” you insisted again.
Not a few moments later, you tripped over a brick that had come out of the path a bit.
Kirishima frantically grabbed the back of your shirt to keep you from falling.
“Are you alright?!”
He pulled you back up and you regained your balance.
“We should go find your glasses. They’re in your dorm, right?” he seemed resolute.
“Yeah..” you flushed with embarrassment at your stupidity of tripping over such an obvious brick.
Kirishima took you by the hand and guided you back to your dorm. He opened the door and began asking you basic questions, like where did you last have them?
After about ten minutes of you both looking together Kirishima noticed how much of a mess your bed sheets were. He straightened them out and exclaimed.
“What?” you questioned his exclaimation.
Kirishima came back over to you without saying anything. He put your glasses back on your face for you.
Now that you could finally see, you saw that he was smiling and clearly very proud of himself for finding your glasses.
“Better?”
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Yesterday my headache was so bad that I wrapped an ace bandage around my head like a blindfold so I would stop opening my eyes. I’m surprised by how much I can do without seeing anything. I was walking around and I got water from the fridge. I’m so proud of myself.
Also I got trial contacts today so hopefully I’ll only have like two more days of headaches and then I can chill again. I am so excited to read again.
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Prompt 175
Talon -William Cobb, that was his name once, he remembers that much at least- stares down blankly at the small child who is clinging to its -his His HIS- pant leg, tiny claws digging into the cloth and gripping onto the armor. It he freezes, unsure as to how to react. With Hunts or Orders, the talon knew exactly what to do. Entertain. Kill. Simple.
Talons were supposed to kill witnesses, he- IT knows this, especially as one of the oldest talons that belonged to the Court. Yet the talon hesitates, something stopping it from doing so. The child looks up at it, something oh so familiar about the motion, with blue-green eyes before burying their face against its- his?- leg.
“'̵m̸ ̵c̴o̷l��d̸…” the child-chick… spoke? Not-spoke. Something else, familiar-yet-not. But cold, he knew that. Cold was bad, it meant sleep, not rest but a deep frozen sleep that took time to awaken from. A dangerous thing. A thing not-talons didn’t wake up from.
The chick -Hadn’t he had a child once, all that time ago- whined, bringing its-his attention back to them. Talon could wait to return to the Court for a few hours more- the task it had been given was already complete-and keep the Cold away from the tiny chick. Just for a little bit.
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The Curse Of Hope
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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.
The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.
“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”
That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.
Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.
“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.
The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.
“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”
Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.
The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”
Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.
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Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.
Luckily, Danny can provide that help.
But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.
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