#healer au

[littlewinnow]

Healer Draco + reckless auror potter ?

#drarry #drarry fanart #myart #healer Draco #auror potter #I just really love drawing Draco with this longer hair #healer au

[shadowtriovibes]

‘til we get the healing done

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow × f!MC

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, mentions of blood and injury, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected PIV sex

Summary: post-hogwarts AU where reader/MC is a Healer at St. Mungo’s and Sebastian is a Gringotts Cursebreaker ✨ pretty much porn-with-little-plot, but mind the mentions of blood/injury!

“Wiggenweld ought to take care of this, for the most part,” you tell him. “You’ll probably still have a scar.”

“S’alright,” he murmurs. “You witches love wizards with scars, or so I’ve been told.”

You pointedly ignore his comment as you return to your potions cabinet to start assembling a salve.

It’s barely half past nine in the morning when one of your fellow Healers lets you know that you’ve been requested in the reception area.

“Already?” you smirk. “I haven’t even checked on the Dittany stores yet.”

“I’ll take care of it,” she says easily. “Your favorite patient is here, he’s insisting he won’t see anyone else and he’s bleeding all over the floor.”

Bleeding? Merlin.

You curse under your breath as you quickly make your way to the reception area, where a surly-looking Welcome Witch is scowling as Sebastian Sallow leans against one of fellow Cursebreakers for support. He’s drenched in blood, but mercifully he’s still standing.

“Morning, miss,” his coworker says politely. “Apologies for the mess.

You sigh wearily and wrap one arm around Sebastian’s waist so his companion can shift the deadweight of his body onto you.

“It’s not a problem,” you insist. “I can take him from here.”

“Tell them I’ll be right back,” Sebastian slurs tiredly. “She’ll fix me right up.”

“He will not be back today,” you insist sharply.

Sebastian’s coworker chuckles as he wipes his bloody palms against his pant legs. “I assumed as much. I promise, we’ll send him right home if he tries anyway.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “I sincerely appreciate it.”

The older man pats Sebastian encouragingly on the shoulder before Apparating out of the lobby, and you motion for another Healer to assist you in walking him away from the gawkers lingering in the reception area once it becomes apparent that his left leg is entirely unusable.

“Mister Sallow,” you drawl as you slowly walk him back to one of the examination rooms on the trauma floor. “What in Merlin’s name have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“Classified,” he insists, but you’re sure he’s just being cheeky.

Once you arrive, you and your coworker inelegantly wrangle him onto the sturdy wooden exam table in the middle of the room. He quickly lets himself out once you assure him you’re able to tend to Sebastian alone — you’re always swamped at St. Mungo’s, and you’re sure his assistance is needed elsewhere.

Sebastian, with that ever-present smirk still on his face, manages to hold himself up even as a slow stream of blood trickles down his calf.

“It’s good to see you too, by the way,” he drawls.

You roll your eyes as you pull the exam room door shut, casually turning the lock and pulling the privacy divider across the window. If Sebastian notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“You look positively dreadful,” you tell him.

It’s not untrue. He’s several shades paler than usual and there’s blood smeared all across his chest where his shirt has been sliced to ribbons, and the left leg of his trousers is in a similarly poor state.

However, even what would otherwise be a mortal injury can’t tamper his good-natured expression, nor does it cause his warm brown eyes to sparkle any less when he sheepishly meets your gaze.

“I swear, this time it was not my fault,” he begins.

“You say that every time,” you remind him. “Eventually, I’m going to stop believing you.”

He laughs and then winces, pressing a hand to the deep laceration he must still be concealing beneath his shirt, given the bloodstains.

“Go on, Seb,” you sigh. “You know what I’m going to ask you.”

“Why, are you suggesting I should take off my robes?” he asks teasingly. “A bit forward of you, mind, but I’ll abide.”

“We’re well past modesty at this point,” you remind him.

Nevertheless, you turn your back — ostensibly to prepare a tonic for him — while he undoes the buttons of his shirt and gingerly pulls the tattered remnants of it away from his bloodied skin.

He makes a pained noise when he attempts to do the same with his trousers, so you quickly turn and rest a hand on his thigh.

“Let’s get you fixed up here first,” you offer softly, gesturing to the nasty-looking gash across his ribcage. “Then we’ll get to your leg.”

“You’re sure that I won’t bleed out in the meantime?” he asks, only half joking.

“I’m positive,” you say reassuringly. “But I’ll have you slowly sip this while I take a closer look.”

You pass him the glass of tonic and nudge his free arm to the side so you can dab at his injury. You’ve become quite used to seeing blood in your line of work, but something about seeing Sebastian take slow, careful breaths as you trace your fingertips over his broken skin makes your stomach lurch.

You’ve been practicing as a Healer at St. Mungo’s for several years now, and not a month goes by without Sebastian limping (or occasionally being hauled) into the reception with some sort of bizarre injury he’d earned as a Cursebreaker at Gringotts.

At first you’d worried after him. He’d always been a brilliant student, so you weren’t quite sure how he managed to harm himself so frequently without putting his employment in jeopardy. But eventually you learned that Sebastian was, in fact, an excellent Cursebreaker.

…He just also happens to be the most reckless.

When you glance up at him to check his face for any signs of pain, you catch him staring at you.

“Drink that,” you remind him, nodding at the dark-colored liquid in his glass. “You’ll feel better.”

Carefully, Sebastian lifts the glass to his lips and takes a small sip. Immediately he makes a face.

“That’s foul,” he sputters. “What is that?! It tastes like metal.”

“It’s a tonic for blood loss,” you explain with a wry smile. “It’s packed with iron. Trust me, you’re going to need it.”

He grumbles under his breath as he takes another sip. You wait for him to swallow before you press firmly against the wound — you’ve learned the hard way that neglecting to do so would result in your being sprayed with tonic.

“Wiggenweld ought to take care of this, for the most part,” you tell him. “You’ll probably still have a scar.”

“S’alright,” he murmurs. “You witches love wizards with scars, or so I’ve been told.”

You pointedly ignore his comment as you return to your potions cabinet to start assembling a salve.

“Anything else I should know about your wounds?” you ask him over your shoulder. “Nothing venomous or toxic to be concerned about?”

“No,” he says, pausing to exhale before admitting, “It’s from a dragon.”

You nearly drop your bottle of Wiggenweld. “A dragon?!”

“See, now, I knew you would be upset when I got around to telling you,” he says with a grin that looks more like a grimace.

“What were you doing with a dragon?” you demand. “They’re not supposed to be kept anywhere near you!”

You’ve heard quite a bit about the inner workings of Gringotts since Sebastian joined the Cursebreaking department. The two of you never did seem to be able to keep secrets from each other — ever since you were teenagers, you’ve been nothing but honest, sometimes to a fault.

(…Well. You suppose if you were truly being honest, you’d tell him that you can’t stand hearing about the witches he dates whenever he pays you a visit. But you don’t like to examine precisely why that is.)

“Like I said, it wasn’t my fault,” he insists. “They brought in a young one from Romania that’s still in training and it got loose.”

You tut under your breath and mix in your highest concentration of Wiggenweld with a basic topical salve. The scent of Dittany is strong, but you know it’ll do the trick.

“Suppose I’m lucky it was a small one,” he continues. “If it had been one of the fully-grown ones they keep down below, I’d be in a box by now.”

“Hush,” you murmur distractedly. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“No?” he teases. “I suppose you wouldn’t. I’m your only friend in London, you’d be hopeless getting on without me.”

You roll your eyes and return to the exam table with your salve.

“You are not my only friend,” you argue.

“Even so, I’m still your best friend,” he replies, nonplussed. “…What have you got there?”

“This is to close the wound,” you explain. “It will sting, so I’ll count to three and then I’ll go as fast as I can, alright?”

“You’re going to go on one just like you always do,” he sighs.

“Am I getting that predictable?” you ask coyly.

“Actually, ye— Merlin’s bloody beard!”

With no warning, you scoop up a glob of salve and start to paint over Sebastian’s jagged wound, the tips of your fingers glowing a soft, cool blue as you channel a bit of your magic into the gash in his side. Before your eyes the torn skin starts to knit closed. Like you suspected, the reformed skin is pink and tender as is any new scar, but at least it looks completely healed and not at risk for reopening when Sebastian inevitably goes right back to work tomorrow.

“You’re a menace,” he grits out. “Honestly, that was cruel.”

“Come off it, you’re fine,” you tease him. “And it’s always easier if you don’t see it coming.”

“For you,” he grumbles.

You trace your fingertips over his fresh scar a few times to confirm that you’ve fully covered the would in salve. You force yourself to remain professional, but it’s extremely hard not to get distracted by how much muscle he’s built up here in his core since your days at Hogwarts.

“Let’s let that sit while I have a look at your leg,” you eventually say. “Think you can lift your hips up for me?”

Sebastian leans back on his hands and lifts himself up so you can tug his shredded trousers off, letting them fall to the floor in a bloody, rumpled pile.

(Thank Merlin he hadn’t foregone undergarments today.)

“Oh, Seb,” you murmur.

His thigh is mangled. Three long, angry-looking slashes run from below his hip to just above his knee, each still wet with blood.

“It looks worse than it feels,” he says under his breath.

You sigh and reach for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Drink the rest of your tonic and I’ll patch you up,” you tell him. “…I’m glad you came to me. This is beyond what a typical Healer is equipped for, Sebastian.”

“I know,” he admits. “But you’re the only witch I’ll see regardless.”

You blush a bit and turn away, reaching for your pot of salve.

The two of you are both quiet while you work. Sebastian occasionally bites back a curse or a low groan while you work the salve into his wounds, forcing himself to chug the rest of his regenerative drink.

(…You feel horrifically guilty for how your body is reacting to his sounds.)

“How are you feeling?” you ask him, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It aches,” he tells you transparently. “But — but like it’s healing, not like it’s getting worse.”

“That’s how it’s supposed to feel, unfortunately,” you explain. “Even healing comes with its own set of aches.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware of that,” he mumbles. “Honestly, it reminds me of how I felt when Violet and I ended our courtship.”

“O-oh?” you stutter.

“Well, I suppose she’s the one who ended it,” he says with a wry grin. “She said she was sick and tired of me showing up on her doorstep with a new injury each week. I don’t blame her one bit.”

“Seb, that’s horrible,” you coo. “How heartless.”

You’re just finishing up applying salve to the last few centimeters of his wound when Sebastian gently tips your chin up so you’ll meet his gaze.

“Do you want to know what else she said to me?” he asks softly.

You swallow nervously and whisper, “What?”

“She said that it’s pathetic that I keep offering to put myself in harm’s way on the offchance I’ll get to visit my Healer,” he tells you.

His gaze dips down your mouth and you inhale sharply as he drags his thumb across your lower lip.

“That’s — that’s not true, is it?” you whimper.

“Of course it’s true,” he confesses. “The thought always crosses my mind. Whenever I offer to take a crack at opening a surrendered vault or unraveling a protective jinx on one of the new deposit boxes, I always think, ‘If I’m hurt, at least I’ll get to see you.’”

Suddenly you feel like you’re the one who’s lost several pints of blood — dizzy, flushed, not quite sure if you’re imagining all this or not.

“Sebastian,” you murmur. “…You have to promise me you’ll stop.”

“I don’t know if I can,” he admits earnestly, tilting his hand to gently cup your face and coax you into leaning closer. “It’s all I can think about anymore — the next time I get to see you, and feel your hands on me.”

Instinctively you reach out your hands to steady yourself, propping yourself up against the tops of his thighs.

“S-sorry,” you quickly stammer. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” he breathes. “Just… come closer.”

He cups both hands around your jaw to bring your face to his, gently pressing his lips against yours.

“Seb,” you breathe against his mouth.

“We should’ve done this so long ago,” he murmurs. “Please, love. Say you feel the same way.”

“I… Sebastian, of course I do, but—”

He hauls you against his chest before you can even steady yourself. You’re thankful your work on his wounds seems to be holding steady as you shamelessly climb into his lap, testing the support limits of the wooden examination table.

“Let me touch you,” he whines against your mouth. “I need it, I need to feel you.”

All this time, it’s always been your hands on him — pressing closed his wounds, extracting nauseating curses and beastly venom from his body, infusing your unique magic with traditional Healing techniques to restore him to himself.

Now he’s begging to put his hands on you, and you find yourself powerless to resist.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Anywhere, just — touch me.”

He desperately tugs on your unflattering lime green robes until they fall to the floor until you’re left with just your fitted blouse and skirt. As far as propriety goes, you’ve never been this underdressed in one of your exam rooms.

“Take this off,” he growls, bunching up a handful of your blouse in his fist.

“We — we shouldn’t do this here,” you weakly protest.

“No one’s going to come in,” Sebastian counters. “We have all the privacy we need.”

(Damn him, now you’re positive that he’d seen you lock the door.)

“I — I shouldn’t,” you whisper.

Sebastian leans in and presses his teeth against your neck.

“How long have we already made ourselves wait?” he reminds you in a low voice. “I could’ve died today and we never would have had the chance.”

“That’s not fair,” you whine. “You’ve been hauled into St. Mungo’s on death’s door a dozen times, it doesn’t mean we should have sex at my place of work.”

“Love,” he croons, and you feel all your resolve melt away.

With a frustrated groan, you hastily tug your blouse free from your skirt and wrestle with the buttons while Sebastian unhelpfully runs his hands all across your body.

Once you’re rid of your shirt, you tug your skirt up so he can slide a hand between your thighs.

“Gods, yes,” he moans. “This is what I’ve been wanting, darling. I needed to feel you right here.”

You whimper softly as he grinds the heel of his palm against your aching core.

“Can I go inside?” he asks softly, and you aren’t sure if he’s merely asking to move your panties aside or if he’s suggesting something more, but either way the answer is a fervent yes.

With one deft hand he tugs the soaked fabric between your thighs to one side and traces two fingertips along your slit. You’re scandalously wet already, just from his ardent confession and his eager hands on your body.

Then Sebastian easily presses those two fingers inside you and you hunch in toward him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he whispers in your ear. “How does that feel?”

“G-good,” you stutter.

“Just good, hmm?” he inquires. “Should I give you more, then? I need you to feel great.”

It’s no surprise that Sebastian would be a skilled lover, but what really has you trembling in need in his lap is how clearly he wants to make you feel loved, and not just serviced himself.

You can tell that this gets him off; that tonic of yours has certainly done its job, if the rigid hardness between his thighs is any indication.

“I w-want you,” you manage to force out. “Quickly, I just — I don’t care if it’s rushed, I need you inside.”

Sebastian curses against the hinge of your jaw and carefully extracts his hand from between your thighs so he can pull his cock out of his undergarments, stroking himself with his still-wet hand.

“Like this?” he asks you. “I don’t know if I’ve got the energy for much else.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Just… let me.”

Now that you can properly see him, you realize he’s, er, gifted, and he’ll be a lot to take in this position. But you want him, you want to make him feel good just as badly as he wants the same for you, so you steady yourself as best as you can on your knees as you hover over him. With one hand you keep your panties pulled to the side and your skirt tucked away, and with the other you hold him steady as you sink down.

“Gods,” you whine. “I — I can barely…”

It’s nearly impossible to get the leverage you need on a table this narrow. As you take him in, you feel driven through, practically impaled by him as you cling desperately to his shoulders.

“Go on,” he grunts. “Take me, love, you can.”

“I can’t,” you nearly sob.

But then you realize you’ve done it. The insides of your thighs are flush with the tops of his, the remaining traces of salve on his skin making it all too easy for you to grind forward until you’re completely seated on top of him.

“That’s it,” he groans. “You’ve got it, you’ve taken me so well.”

It’s shameful how little praise from Sebastian makes you squirm and keen in his lap like a simpering fool.

He leans in close to your ear and asks you, “Do you think you can ride me?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper. “Yes, I want to.”

As soon as you start to move, the filthily wet sounds of your skin smacking against his makes you blush all the way down to your chest. It’s lewd and raunchy in a way you’ve never felt with any man with whom you’ve been intimate.

(Those men weren’t Sebastian, you think helplessly.)

“Fuck,” Sebastian growls in your ear. “Don’t stop, please, love.”

There’s absolutely nothing that would stop you now, you think. The Minister of Magic himself could come in and fire you on the spot and it simply wouldn’t matter. You feel incredible — it’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, and never by a man who you’ve truly loved like Sebastian.

He seems similarly overwhelmed, his hands mindlessly traveling over your waist, your breasts, and even up to your face so he can pull you down and messily kiss you into delirium.

“Please,” you whisper. “Please, please…”

“What?” he pants. “Anything, love, tell me.”

“Touch me,” you plead, and then his hand is between your legs right where you need it. His thumb grinds against that sensitive spot that brings you to the edge, over and over in tight, determined circles until you’re burying your face in the crook of his neck to dampen the desperate sounds you let out as you climax.

“Perfect,” he breathes. “That’s — you’re perfect, fuck.”

Sebastian’s undoubtedly weakened and exhausted, but he nevertheless manages to find the energy to grind up into your wrung-out, languid body until he finds his release. He stays buried inside you afterward, fighting through his sensitivity to keep you close and murmur soft words of praise into your hair.

When you finally summon the strength to climb off of him and tug your skirt back into place, you mumble, “We cannot let this happen again.”

“Just at St. Mungo’s, right?” he asks with a suggestive smirk. “Because I, for one, would very much like it to happen again.”

You say nothing as you button up your shirt, but you eventually allow yourself to be pulled into a slow, fervent kiss that lets him know he’ll be getting his way.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #healer au #cursebreaker au #formatting this was a NIGHTMARE bc i only have my phone with me #pray for me also it’s obviously extremely unbeta’d so i hope it’s coherent #my fic

[getawayfox]

200 words for @hdcandyheartsfest prompt “Come over”. Thank you @crazybutgood for your help and for putting up with me 🥰

The sound of gentle instrumental melody fills the quiet room before she speaks: “He makes my world stop.”

Draco groans. “Potter. I’m begging you. Please turn it off, this is torture.”

Harry bites his tongue to prevent himself from laughing.

“Merlin help me, I cannot possibly take another minute of this,” Draco says, goes to grab for the remote, but Harry’s faster, snatching it and hiding it under the pillow behind him.

“Are you not enjoying the insight into Muggle medicine?” he says, losing his straight face completely.

Draco crosses his arms. “I have yet to see any proper healing happening; meanwhile, everyone has slept with each other and two patients have died.”

Harry snorts.

“Are you seriously telling me this is what you imagine I do all day?” Draco waves his hands wildly in the direction of the TV. “You call this—what. What’s so funny?”

“You’re very cute when you’re annoyed,” Harry says, leaning into Draco’s space on the sofa.

“So when you said come over, we’ll watch something, your intention was actually to annoy me.”

Harry moves closer still, gaze drifting to Draco’s lips, then back up. “Actually, I had something else in mind.”

“Potter, your methods of seduction are ridiculous,” Draco says, but he’s smiling when he closes the distance between them.

#hdcandyheartsfest2023 #drarry #drarry micro #the first sentence is from grey’s anatomy 😅 #also #I’m posting this on the wrong day #oh well😅 #healer au #fox does candy hearts

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is a shapeshifter who’s able to shapeshift into anything, which includes making their body bigger or smaller, and they have honed their ability to such an extent that they can shapeshift into things that don’t really exist in nature. They use this to become a healer, by adding extra organs to their body that will be compatible with their patients, as needed. One day, they get kidnapped by black market organ harvesters after their secret practice gets out, and the one in charge, Person B, offers them a cut of the money if they just comply and work with them, since they really don’t want to make Person A their enemy or resent them. But Person A never really cared about the money, they just want to help people, so they offer a counter deal - Person B doesn’t have to pay them a cut, but Person B has to agree to let Person A continue treating their patients, who usually learn about them through word of mouth, and fund any extra expenses they may have, so they can give their patients free care. Person B is amused and agrees, but only if Person A refuses to treat any rich person who might hear about and come to their clinic, so Person B can charge them appropriately and make profit.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #crime au #criminal au #black market au #medical tw #healer au #shapeshifter au #supernatural au #fantasy au

[domoz]

absolute brain worms for itama living today. so.

some headcanons:

The injuries he got when he almost died damaged his vision + hearing + range of motion, and that plus the time it took for him to recover basically removed him from the battlefield

But he’s still a shinobi, and ends up specializing in missions that don’t involve a lot of fighting (which is fine with him b/c despite what he does he’s really not a fan of violence in general) ie: he becomes a stealth + assassination specialist

Even though he goes out of his way to avoid the Uchiha, when he does fight his style focuses a lot on things that might counter the sharingan (like dust fields that make it difficult to keep your eyes open without damaging them etc etc) just because that makes him feel safer

He also has the mokuton, but it takes a lot more conscious thought for him to use it than it takes for Hashirama. He uses it mainly to grow plants that are very very poisonous. but also: delicious fruits and vegetables.

Because both of his brothers have such big personalities, he usually fades into the background of clan matters, but is actually quite effective at getting what he wants through (usually friendly!) manipulation

genderfluid. JUST btw

#doodletag #naruto blog for naruto things #itama #itama senju #btw this is technically for: #healer au #senju itama

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare Pairing: Hermione/Draco Rating: E Word Count: 199k Podfic available here Read by: ETL_Echo_Audiobooks Length: 10-15 hours Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown – to both of their displeasure. Features hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn. find the full podfic library here

#dramione #dramione fic rec #dramione podfic #dramione podfic rec #draco/hermione #hermione/draco #hp fic rec #hp podfic #hp podfic rec #rating: e #100k+ words #enemies to friends to lovers #slow burn #healer au #aurors au #researcher au #forced proximity #romance #post second wizarding war #post hogwarts #pining #humor #get together

[artofflorescence]

For your Healer!Izuku AU:

Why do the Midoriyas live such short lives? I get that you said that all of them are self-sacrificing and tragically unlucky, but is that what actually kills them? Do all of them tend to be sickly like the first One For All user was (I think you implied that the two brothers were Midoriyas)?

Also, would the Midoriyas as a family line be like a myth in the underground? Like for centuries dating back to when/before All For One came about you could always count on a Midoriya to help and sacrifice themselves. Maybe someone, like Tsukauchi or somebody, uncovers the legacy of tragedy that is the Midoriya family and how every single one of them has lived and died for other people?

Sorry for all the questions, but this AU managed to jumpstart the plot bunny farm that occupies half of my brain.

(JUMPS ON DESK) DON’T APOLOGIZE, I LOVE GETTING QUESTIONS ABOUT MY AUs!

To be honest, I haven’t quite worked it all out yet for Midoriya family lore. I imagine that it works out this way: none of them die from natural causes. None of them get to grow old. Whether sickness or tragedy, they can never seem to make it to peace and contentment. Every one of them dies having regretted something— whether that be a missed opportunity, an apology they never got to give, or maybe, never getting to watch your kid grow up. Maybe they were cursed, maybe that is just how it is…either way, it’s a story every Midoriya knows well.

Also! AFO and OFA are NOT Midoriyas! That’s why it says that Izuku is also the legacy of two brothers. He’s double unlucky— he’s got to deal with two times the family drama.

JUST READ THAT LAST QUESTION, AND I’M VIBING WITH IT: maybe, not every Midoriya does remarkable things or finds greatness, but those who do always go out explosively. So you have a chain of people with the surname Midoriya, having done great things, across generations even though it’s not every generation, and every single one of them has died a violent and tragic death.

Someone has to start asking questions, right?

This idea is so intriguing…all of them have green hair? Is that the distinctive trait? Maybe the Midoriyas are strange because they have detailed records even pre-quirk era. Hmm…so much to think about…

#healer izuku #healer au #artofflorescence

[countthelions]

Saturday WIPS

A trend I want to start for myself (and others if they wish to join in!!) where I post a wip of what I'm working on! Can be art, writing, knitting or anything else creative that's being worked on - something to show that progress is still happening when it feels like nothing is, especially on days when my hands would rather turn to unusable claws.

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Today's wip, Healer Au, Fire Edition. Outlaw!Gaster stumbles injured onto Healer!Grillby's land, getting roused by the fire.

His ribs had taken the brunt of the fall and he lashed out when they jostled.

“I know it hurts, don’t need to pay it back to me.” A voice said, stopping him just as much as the hand that grabbed his wrist did. It was warm. Gaster struggled against the hold out of habit, but it was warm and that didn't make a lick of sense. With a few tries and some more aches, he got one eye light rekindled to make sense of that confusion. All he saw through the blur was orange, flickering and close, with two squares of glass where eyes would rest. A fire monster, who looked mighty relieved to see some sort of awareness appear on Gaster’s face. “Oh, there you are. Name’s Grillby, I’m the healer round these parts.”

“... Howdy.” Gaster answered, feeling like he chewed glass. “Gaster.”

“Mind if I fix you up, Gaster?”

“Don’t think I have a choice.”

That gets him a laugh. Like logs resettling in a campfire with little pops and spark. It’s nice. “No, I reckon you don’t. Gonna look at that skull of yours now, so don’t try hitting me again.”

Well...that seems fair enough. When his arm is released, Gaster lets it flop down to the dirt. Moving seemed like too big of a task for him to try again anyways. This was something a healer needed to look at and as fate would have it, those chasing him led Gaster to the right place for getting shot at. He'd just have to let the healer do what he needed to do - and keep enough sense about him to leave before Grillby grabbed whatever counted as authority in this town.

#lionwips #undertale #grillby #gaster #grillster #Healer au #I was working on the end of this scene #it doesn't feel dire enough yet but getting words down at all is nice!! #and I love that gaster is ready to Go and stops by what he sees #they have a fun dynamic in this one

[paperback-rascal]

Fix-it AU idea, where Mercy is asked to give Padme a second medical opinion. The whole confession ended with Hero with no Fear getting a couple days long mental health leave after Mercy heard all about Anakin's sleepless nights and anxiousness from his wife.

EDIT: Part 2 -> [LINK] | part 3 -> [LINK] | part 4 -> [LINK]

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

#star wars #star wars AU #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw #anakin skywalker #panakin #anidala #347th regiment #jedi padawan oc #padawan oc #jedi healer OC #jedi medic OC #fanart #fancomics

[blue-solstice]

A healer and a bard 🎶 I’ve had this for months and kept forgetting to post it lol

#rapunzel #princess rapunzel #witch au #disney #pascal #witchsona #tangled #rta #tts #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #dnd #bard #healer #lyre #fantasy character #dnd bard #disney fanart #fanart #witchcore #dnd character #disney princess fanart #fantasy #plants and herbs #foraging #magical girl #rough sketch

[wraithvine]

Random Fan-art! Die Sans, Sealer, Healer and Beam - @augustminner

#undertaleau #die sans #sealer sans #healer sans #beam sans #sans au

[zu-is-here]

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#zu art #comic #x-orcist #love and passion #priest!cross #herbalist!dream #cross!sans #dream!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #(herbalism was banned by the Christian church due to verbal folk magic and belief in the supernatural) #(so in fact Cross and Dream are the 'opposing' healers) #(that's why he was careful with talking about churching) #(but much more powerful forces worked here ig ;) #now all my browser history knows is that I Want To Be a Catholic XD #god ​there are SO many options in the script that this story may be a visual novel with several endings *looks at RenPy* ...ma yb e.... #thank you guys a lot for 14 500+!! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)♡ #gotta zzz— have a good night or day everyone╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[lucien-aventine]

Tank + Healer

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#yet another T/H to add to my collection #this time with WAR and AST #love when a healer enables my blue dps tendencies #ffxiv #ff14 #ff14 ffxiv #ffxiv au ra #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv art #my art #wol art #wol ship #tank and healer #ffxiv miqote

[getawayfox]

270 words for @hdcandyheartsfest prompt "Bakery". Sending a box of croissants to @crazybutgood as a thank you for the beta!

“And for the speech, I thought you might want to…”

Hermione’s office is hot and stuffy. Harry checks the clock on the wall for the sixth time. It’s still early and yet it feels as if they’ve been there for hours.

“Harry.”

His eyes snap to Hermione from where he’s been staring out of the window. She looks amused. “We can do this another time, if you want.”

“No, no, it’s fine, really.” Harry is fine, he just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. And he doesn’t want to make this meeting even longer than it needs to be by explaining why. It’s just that his date with Draco went really, really well, had actually ended only half an hour ago, and—

“You’re smiling.”

“No, I’m not,” Harry says, trying to keep a straight face, and failing, which makes them both laugh. They don’t notice the door opening until they hear Draco clear his throat.

His Healer robes are all buttoned up, his hair perfectly in place, not at all dishevelled the way it was when Harry left him this morning. He’s holding a box of croissants and a couple of coffees from the bakery down the street.

Harry stares.

“Morning, Draco,” Hermione’s smile turns positively predatory. “I thought you were at work.”

“On my way. Thought you two could use some breakfast.” Draco oozes confidence when he deposits his offering on the table, then he winks at Harry. “See you later.”

Hermione pushes one cup towards Harry and writes plus one next to his name on the list of attendees. Harry doesn’t fight the smile this time.

#hdcandyheartsfest2023 #drarry #drarry micro #drarry squad #fluff #healer AU #fox does candy hearts

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is a shapeshifter who’s able to shapeshift into anything, which includes making their body bigger or smaller, and they have honed their ability to such an extent that they can shapeshift into things that don’t really exist in nature. They use this to become a healer, by adding extra organs to their body that will be compatible with their patients, as needed. One day, they get kidnapped by black market organ harvesters after their secret practice gets out. But the one in charge of the crime group, Person B, tries to make Person A comfortable to try to negotiate gently with them in the hopes of their cooperation. But while Person A is holding out on agreeing to Person B’s terms, they notice a scar on Person B that is extremely reminiscent of the location and size of injury on a child that was brought to them, nearly dead, a long time ago, that they saved the life of.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #healer au #supernatural au #fantasy au #crime au #criminal au #black market au #kidnapping tw #medical tw #shapeshifter au

[domoz]

been an age since i made a comic of any kind but... healer tobirama au, where after kawarma died, tobirama dedicated himself not to bringing him back, but to making sure that nothing like that could ever happen again

#doodletag #blood #like. #violence #murder #even? #naruto founders #hashirama #tobirama #itama #healer au #naruto blog for naruto things #senju tobirama #senju hashirama #senju itama #got so many thoughts for this au