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Warning for descriptions of illness, self-hate, violence and destruction.

Technoblade catches a fever as he moves his base to the far north. Fortunately, his father finds him. They talk.

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Technoblade glared at his reflection in the ice.

Hunter. Warrior. Weapon. God. The undying and undefeated. The Blade.

He rubbed at his sore eyes, attempting to take in his less than ideal appearance. His hair didn't have the right luster to it, dry and limp in its braids. Sweat beaded down his dull pink skin. Even under his thick cape and the radiating heat of netherite armor, his body shook with chills.

His pride battled with his practicality, and as it often did, practicality won.

Technoblade, in all his undying and undefeated glory, was sick.

All those sleepless nights, days straight spent traveling across the ocean to transfer all his materials to his new base (in an isolated village, in an isolated frozen wasteland) must have taken their toll.

That made sense. Recognizing this, Techno made the conscious decision to stand up and walk back to the library he'd converted into headquarters. He did not get that far. After a wobbly start, squeezing his eyes shut against the throbbing of his head, peeking them open and watching the world swim, he took a few steps and tripped over his own hooves- faceplanting in the packed snow.

He laid there for a while. Just thinking.

The Blade, felled by no man. Oh, no other warrior could ever lay a hand on him. What killed him in the end, you ask? He died of the sniffles, in exile by his own brother.

Man, this sucked.

Techno tried to push himself up but the weakness in his arms made them shake and give out after a few seconds. The library wasn't that far, was it? He squinted into the swirling snowflakes and frigid air, through the fading colors of the setting sun to the vague shape where the building should be. He could make it there before nightfall if he thought this through carefully. A plan of attack was in order.

A tactical combination of rolling, scooting, and crawling. At precise intervals so he wouldn't critically tire or injure himself, complete with more squinting around to check that he was moving in the right direction. As cold as he felt he knew that the netherite armor would prevent hyperthermia. That gave him time, but he still wanted to be inside before dark. You can't exactly fight monsters when you can't stand. Like hell The Blade was going to die to a zombie.

It could've taken an hour, it could've been ten minutes. But at last, Techno pulled himself into the library with a groan, the door shutting behind him with a gust of wind.

The rough wooden planks cut into his cheek yet the overwhelming tide of exhaustion that swept over him banished any thoughts he had about his situation. His eyes fluttered closed as his stomach turned inside out.

He did not sleep.

He stayed very, very still, and could only be glad he'd made it out of L'Manburg when he did. What would Tommy say if he saw him like this? He'd taunt and mock him as if Techno hadn't sat with him though dozens of sick days just like this when they were younger. Hadn't taken care of him, told wry and teasing jokes to cheer him up, tucked him in and gave him water and thin broth even when he fussed and moaned about it.

Sometimes he felt like Tommy'd forgotten everything he had done for him over the years.

Techno swallowed back a lump in his throat, shifting just a bit to be a little more comfortable on the floor.

There's a certain way time moves when you're sick. Extraordinarily slowly, like sap running down the side of a tree- occasionally fizzing out like someone switching the stations on the radio. Except half the stations are static and the other half are blinding agony.

He thought he could hear the ice cracking, somewhere under the howling of the storm out there. Something crackled and popped in his ears, and they twitched at every tiny noise, each disturbance in the air they could detect. Which- admittedly- was not a lot. Your senses aren't the best when you're sick, Techno discovered. He never really had been sick himself before, it was always him and Phil nursing Tommy or Wilbur or Tubbo. For a long time he doubted piglins could even get sick in the overworld.

Apparently they could.

Technoblade risked a quiet huff, more of and exhale than anything. The nausea rose and he winced.

Now he was hot. Sweaty and sticky and gross-feeling. Normally when he thought of hot, he thought of the Nether- the place he was born. Normally the heat was welcoming. But the heat in the Nether was dry and settled in your skin, comfortable and enveloping. This felt like something was trying to claw its way out of him, and it didn't mind tearing him apart to do it.

Well, best of luck to whatever it was. Technoblade had decided, back when he first got away to this village- hell, far before then- that no matter what, he would keep going. No matter what he sacrificed, no matter what others tried to take from him, no matter what they thought and no matter what thoughts came from his own mind- he would survive. Techno decided that he wasn't going to die. So, this fever was just going to have to deal with that.

It must've been in the thick of the night. Pitch-black outside, you couldn't even see by the stars with the blizzard and the clouds. No one would find him.

So his eyes fluttered closed.

He fell into a light sleep, shallow and empty. The weightless and shapeless feeling of passing through a portal, the in-between of dimesions.

When he stirred again, the ache in his stomach slightly more manageable, though his bones were heavy like bedrock and his mind was a mess of cobwebs.

He stirred, and his hand gripped fabric, blankets on the floor beneath him. His cape wasn't hooked around his shoulders but draped over him, his netherite armor nowhere to be seen.

Techno sat straight up even as every fiber of his being protested. His ears perked, eyes scanned the house, heart pounded in his ribcage.

"Easy, easy... it's just me."

The door opened and closed again.

He narrowed his eyes at green and black robes teasing the ground, socks and sandals trailing snow into the house.

Technoblade sighed, wheezed, let himself fall back into the pile of comforters.

Philza kneeled beside him and pressed the back of his hand to Techno's forehead. "Definitely a fever, buddy. Just relax." Technoblade grunted in response, and Phil smiled. "I noticed you don't have a bed in this new base of yours, so I took the liberty of making you one. Where would you like it?" His eyes twinkled, grey-blue like the early morning sky, and the wrinkles in his face deepened a bit as his smile grew wider.

Techno made a weak gesture to some corner of the library. Philza patted his shoulder and stepped away.

He fidgeted in the blanket pile, eyes trained on Philza's movements. He wasn't afraid- not really, but still he wondered how Phil found him. He'd traveled so far north, covered his tracks well, slipped into the slow and quiet village without so much of a whisper of his presence.

"I was just in the area, wanted a moment to myself, you know? I happened to spot a piglin crawling through the snow in the distance. I wasn't sure, so I asked around a little. Turns out the villagers are worried about you too." Philza placed the bed down and scooted it to fit in the cubby between Techno's chests. He turned with a raised brow.

Ah. So, he must've spoken outloud. Technoblade muttered to himself and glanced to the other side of the room. Phil chuckled and approached, leaning down and hooking an arm around his shoulders. "Let's get you on a real bed, hm? Sleeping on the floor's no good for your back." Being pulled to his hooves made Techno's head spin. He tried to shake and push Philza off.

"I... can handle this... myself." His voice was hoarse and his throat was scratchy, tongue dry. Phil gave him some room and he immediately stumbled- the wood grain swirled and spiraled like a mixed drink and the chills were back. Philza caught him, leading him calmly to the bed, scooping up all the blankets from the floor into his arms and setting them beside Techno on the mattress.

"Sure you can. I'll get you some water." Phil took a glass bottle from the bag on his hip and stepped out of the library-base, leaving Techno alone again.

Technoblade turned over in the bed, burying his face in the pillow. "I have a reputation to keep..." He mumbled into the cushion. Everything felt so heavy. Someone could've piled end stone on his back and he wouldn't have noticed.

Maybe having Philza here was for the best. Better him than anyone else, if it had to be someone.

He must've drifted off at some point, because the next thing he knew Philza was tapping his shoulder to wake him up, murmuring to him as he let Techno drink from the filled bottle. The water was still slightly cold, and Techno could almost taste the edge of frost and earth in it. He grimaced a little at the bitterness.

"I know, I know, it's not the best. I'll get you better tomorrow, some soup and some more pillows. How's that sound?" Phil drew away the bottle and laid Techno's head back on the bed. Techno made a noncommittal noise, frowning.

Philza chuckled. "You don't like someone taking care of you- I get it. You've grown so independent now. But everybody needs a hand once in a while."

Their eyes met, Phil's gaze so gentle, full of a warmth that looked strange to him after all this time. Philza held the contact only briefly before returning to tasks around the house (some kind of tidying up), and Techno was grateful for that.

He mumbled to Phil's back, " 'M just glad it was you who found me and not Tommy..."

Philza paused but didn't turn to him. "Oh? Why's that?" A hesitant curiosity in his voice.

Shifting in the blankets, Techno scoffed, shallow and breathless. "Cause he'd... he'd laugh at me. Tommy always... always laughs." Always laughs in that sharp and annoying way of his- Techno, well, saying Techno hated the sound would be a stretch (he only hated one thing), but it wasn't high on his list. Maybe he liked Tommy's chuckles more, because they sounded like Phil, because they meant he was really okay for a moment and Techno didn't have to worry about him putting on a false bravado that would just end up hurting him more with his stupid, biting laughter.

"What makes you think he would?" There was a stiffness to his shoulders, hands flat on the crafting bench. Phil's long blonde hair should be tied back. Either it was stuffed into his robes, or... or he cut it for some reason. Techno felt his lip twitch downward, but he decided to focus on Phil's words instead.

Because Tommy making fun of people was so wildly out of character. He would've laughed himself if he didn't feel so sick and dead-ish. "You, heh, you think that he wouldn't?" He'd taunt him and then he'd leave. That was a Tommy thing to do, wasn't it? Do his childish mocking playground routine and then peace out. On to another person to scream at and another adventure to kill himself on.

Phil hummed, and Techno could hear the smile in his voice. "Oh, he absolutely would laugh, without a doubt." After a moment the amusement in his tone softened into sincerity. "He'd still take care of you though."

The creaking wheels in Technoblade's head came to a harsh stop. He blinked.

"What... makes you think he would?"

Philza didn't answer for a moment. Then, quietly, he did. "Because you're his brother, Techno. He loves you."

He loves the power I give him, Techno wanted to spit back. Tommy just loved using him as a threat to others, since they were little, since he noticed others weren't scared of a short, loud blond kid, but they were scared of a big piglin with a sword.

It had always been that way. Tommy bragging and talking it up, with Techno standing just behind him, a hulking and menacing shadow and shield. Silent and violent.

It had always been that way. Until Techno left, of course.

"Doesn't act like it," He said, quiet and drained.

Now Phil turned and walked over to him, kneeling once more, a sorrow and a fondness in his face. "He's always been like that. Tommy's young, and he's stupid, and he's headstrong. But he loves his family, you have to give him that." He fixed the blankets around Techno. "That means you."

The frozen wind outside battered against the library windows. Technoblade wasn't afraid, or angry, but something bubbled up then, puke or outrage or the lingering stinging pain of betrayal. He gripped Philza's arm-

"I'm not- I'm not anything to him, nothing, just a... a tool. Something to, to threathen people with. To use to do his dirty work!" Shapes swirled and shifted colors in his vision; he felt fire on his skin and ash in his lungs. "I told him, I told him my code, I told him what I wanted, exactly who I was and what I would do... what did he do? Did he listen to me? No! I tried- damn it, we tried it his way! I used my words Phil, I told him..." But no, Tommy didn't listen, Tommy never listened, only ever listened to what he wanted to hear... maybe, maybe Tommy did love them but he loved them wrong, and he loved his doomed nation and broken, posioned ideals more.

Phil used his free hand to hold Techno's, curled tightly into the fabric of his robe. "I know you did, son, I know..."

A growl rumbled in Techno's throat and he pressed his eyes shut. "And when it didn't work, I did it my way. He didn't like it my way." Tommy never liked it his way. "It was peer pressure the first time... you know, all those people telling me, I didn't make that choice... I didn't!" He remembered, Schlatt bellowing in his ear, all those eyes watching, Tubbo's eyes, his wide and teary eyes... "But I lived with it, Phil, I've lived with it every damn day since."

"I know you have." Just a soft reassurance as Phil rubbed circles into the back of his hand.

"We fought about it, we had the conversation, we used our words and we used our fists and we used them and they didn't work." They were supposed to work, why didn't they work? Something was supposed to work. "They didn't work and he was still so angry! Supposed to stay in the pit, I said, it stays in the pit... it didn't stay in the pit, Phil, it crawled back up with us and it's following him and eating him alive..." Tommy let the thing out, maybe it was already out and following him, either way it was there, and it was hungry.

"He's trying, Techno. He's angry, and it's his responsibility to deal with that anger. It's not your fault." Philza's voice almost cracked, it got all whispery and fragile and it hurt.

Technoblade shook his head, a wild look in his eyes. "And he's letting it! He let it eat him up and let it eat his country up and eat Wil up and eat everything up... but it's so much bigger than him, Phil, it's angry, it's eating everything up. Is it eating me up, Phil?"

"No, Techno, it's not. You're away from L'Manburg now, you're cold and you're sick but you're safe."

He laughed, shaky and fading like aftershocks from an earthquake. "Safe, safe... I thought we were safe. The war was supposed to happen and the war was supposed to be over and we were supposed to be free." Free, free... how stupid was he? He trusted them, he trusted Wilbur, he trusted Tommy, he trusted them like he always did. He left to get away from it and he came back and fell into it all over again.

"I let them in my base, Phil, my secret base... I let them in and they ransacked it! I checked, I checked just a few days ago and so much was gone! So much more than I gave! But that's just what they do right? They take and they take and they take!" They give nothing back, they use him and throw him out, and Technoblade says nothing, said nothing because he didn't know what to say, because words always failed him. But violence never fails him. "They killed my cows, Phil! They took stacks of emeralds and they killed my cows and they waltzed all over the place like they owned it!"

"That sounds awful, Techno, I'm sorry..." Philza's voice trailed off, as if he'd run out of comforts to offer. And that was fine.

"And then, and then, and then..." His grip went slack. His face burned and hurt and went red but he didn't cry, no, he didn't cry. "They took my armor and my weapons and after the war I helped them win they took it all and spat in my face. They made a government! A new government!" He hit his fist against Phil's chest, his jaw clenched so tight, his palms white and red from his claws pressing in. "Just right in front of me, just declared Tubbo president, just let him give his little speech and laughed in my face, Tommy always laughs..."

Phil moved to sink his hand in Techno's hair, brushing through the loose parts with his fingers. "They didn't understand everything you did for them, they fought for their country back and they took it, and they didn't think about you. I'm sorry."

Technoblade took a sharp breath. "And Wil..."

And Phil's face hardened, tense and pained. "There's nothing you could've done for Wil, Techno. He was too far gone."

"Nothing, nothing... nothing but ash and smoke and blood and fire." They listened to him, for once. For a single moment they stopped and stared. They wept, so terribly afraid of him, and fought bloody and dirty through their tears. And Wilbur, in the cloud of soot and agony he'd brought upon these people he was supposed to love and to lead, he begged Phil to kill him with a smile on his face.

"It was a horrible day, Techno."

With that sentence, sinking down as light as a feather yet unimaginably heavy, Techno let his head fall into Phil's chest. "All gone and what to show for it? Nothing, nothing... the minotaur fell and the city was swallowed up in dust and rubble."

Philza held him. "New L'Manburg looks beautiful, Techno."

"New L'Manburg is built on bones and death and lies and betrayal, Phil, it's poison and it's a curse and... and it's eating itself up..." His voice, sapped of the energy from before, was just a breath in the air.

"Tommy will be fine, Techno."

Technoblade felt the tears as deep cuts down his cheeks, felt them soak into Phil's robes. "Tommy hates me, Phil. I just don't know if he hates himself more." A person had to hate themselves, to do all the things Tommy did, to see everything that became of it, and to try the same thing again.

"And he chose this, he chose this 'government' and these laws and to follow this same path that drove him into the ground before..." He said, dizzy and numb, "...and I shouldn't care. Shouldn't bother me, not my problem, shouldn't worry about it, shouldn't think about it..."

Phil smiled, so much sadder this time. "But you do."

"But I do and I don't."

"Because you love him."

"I love him and I hate him."

Techno looked at Tommy and he saw a little boy. Maybe that was just him being an older brother. Maybe it was because Tommy was still childish and crude. Maybe it was because Tommy had suffered so much- the revolutions, the exile, the war and the bloodshed and the betrayal- he never quite got the chance to really grow up. And so Tommy hung onto that bit of reckless youth he had left, and Techno held onto it the same. That didn't give him a free pass. But... it made sense.

Technoblade was his brother, afterall. With Wilbur gone they just had each other.

Philza, their father, their anchor, their beginning and their end (literally in Wilbur's case), smiled again and ruffled his hair.

"Well, that's just part of being part of a family, isn't it?"

Techno thought about that, he thought about that hard, and he must've thought about it too hard because the world started dimming and turning to black. Philza held him and soothed him as he fell into a light sleep, shallow yet somehow fulfilling.

Fix You Masterlist

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff

Word Count: 36,863

Rating: M

Warnings (topics may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

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Part Seven

Part Eight 

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen - End.

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Minho - Hybrid AU!

part II

“one, two, three, four!” Minho was clapping his hands to mark the rhythm as the cheerleaders practice their moves

“again! and pay attention to the twist this time, Chaewon!” you rolled your eyes just hearing her name

Chaewon was a light brown Mini Lop bunny hybrid and a pain in the neck ever since she was transferred to your school last semester

she got extremely attached to Minho because he’s also a Mini Lop hybrid, but a black one

and she was always around, always trying to get his attention, always doing him favors, always looking for an excuse to be touchy with him, always annoying the life out of you

and you hated her

she was pretty, she had gorgeous hair, big bunny eyes and a cute smile, she was so nice and so docile, the perfect bunny hybrid

and you really hated her because you, a lynx hybrid, were none of those things

your facial features were more intimidating, your feline eyes always keen on everything surrounding you, your ears twitching to sounds far away, your reflexes faster than average, your tongue ready to snap at anyone who crosses you the wrong way…

you would never reach Chaewon’s level of perfect

and it wrecks you inside because you know that eventually Minho will choose her and leave you behind

it’s only the natural option since you’re a predator and they’re both preys

predators never end up with preys, everyone knows it

why would a Mini Lop bunny be with a freaking lynx? Lynx eat rabbits for breakfast, lunch and dinner

it was bad enough that Minho was your best friend, it shocked the entire school when you both started hanging out

it took them almost a year to get over the fact that you both were indeed friends with each other

but there’s still some people who think it’s weird

Chaewon is one of them

she never said anything in front of you because you know she’s scared to death of you, maybe because you’re always angry around her and your angry face is not really friendly

but you don’t care because you’re constantly hearing her say hurtful things about you to her friends

saying that you’re probably coercing Minho to be your friend, that you have eerie eyes and a chilling presence, that the only time she saw you laughing was horrifying and she had nightmares because of it, that she doesn’t understand why you don’t let Minho alone, that she’s a better choice for him since they have so much in common, etc etc etc

she’s not completely wrong, though, but it still hurts hearing her say that Minho will probably “wake up and run away from your predator trap”

you shouldn’t have a crush on him, it’s wrong

but your heart is stupid and does stupid things, like falling in love with Minho

Keep reading

“He’ll keep talking…”

“He was buying time because his own flames have weakened him”

Dabi immediately proves Hawks wrong but jumping down two floors and using a technique he’s never used before mid-air

Now we can assume that Dabi, the greatest strategist in this entire story, had this planned out from the beginning or that he has lost his mind enough to just do the most reckless shit, I mean how is he gonna land safely on the ground from that position if he doesn’t burn himself before then?

But we can just as much assume that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t even want to kill them.

That is similar to the panel of him noticing Aoyama in the training camp arc

Although he notices that someone is hiding behind the bush, he not only ignores it but also doesn’t even mention it to anyone.

Before Dabi attacked Hawks, the latter asked him the most burning question of the story: “Who are you?” which led to the most amazing line in the history of fiction:

Of course, maybe he really does want to kill Hawks now that he’s told him who he is and since he doesn’t trust him (his words not mine) why should he bother keeping him alive? And why should he keep alive a student that tries to protect Hawks and claims that Hawks “isn’t dirty” and has “done the right thing” when he could just burn them both and call it a day?

One reason for him monologuing is that he is a Todoroki so monologuing is in his blood

Another reason, though, would be that he doesn’t actually want to kill them.

While I don’t believe that his whole reason for being a villain is because of Stain like he claims, I do think it’s reasonable to assume that he liked what Stain was doing: calling people out on their bullshit.

Instead of just killing everyone who disagrees with his beliefs, he makes some valid points about the flaws in heroes.

He even pointed out how messed up it was that the heroes brought students along to this attack, which I think is due to Dabi generally being against kids being used as pawns by heroes. Going with the Touya theory, it’s obvious why he opposes that: he was born to be a pawn, too. But, unlike Hawks or Shouto, he broke free from that and is now trying to change things for the better. Maybe to get revenge, maybe also to prevent anyone else having to go through the same thing he had.

Why bother trying to change someone’s mind when you plan on killing them?

But how would he change things if he just killed them? It would be far more effective to fight them just enough for them to not fight back anymore but still keep them alive so that not only is he better than them since Hawks killed someone during this and he didn’t; by keeping them alive he is also giving them the chance to change their views.

Tokoyami may still be on Hawks’ side now because Hawks is his mentor and Dabi is still just another villain to him, but maybe Dabi’s words will stick with him and start making him question hero society and his own beliefs.

So instead of monologuing to buy himself time because his quirk weakened him, he’s monologuing to buy them time and make them understand that the villains are fighting for their right to live.

TL;DR local flaming emo doesn’t want to kill the bird boys but instead uses this opportunity to shake up their views

𝒜𝓊𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐼𝓃 𝒩𝒶𝓋𝓎

Oscar thought he wouldn't have to deal with anything similar to Alpine-Gate ever again. He was wrong.

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader

-> Everything Goes Wrong (pt1) -> Oscar breaks up with his girlfriend and McLaren start treating him like Daniel, but then he meets someone new. posted: 3 Feb 2024

-> A Storm Is Brewing (pt2) -> Mark gives the Go-Ahead for possible negotiations with Red Bull, McLaren pull an Alpine, and Oscar makes a decision. posted: 5 Feb 2024

-> The Build Up (pt3) -> In a large bowl mix Contract Negotiations with two parts Announcements and three parts Life Updates, let cook for an hour and while it's still hot, sprinkle some jealousy and betrayal over the top as a nice garnish. posted: 12 Feb 2024

-> Pre-season Bonding (pt4) -> Where teams are announced, dinners are held and Oscar finds himself surrounded by people who are determined to help him on his way to greatness. posted: 3 Mar 2024

-> Get This Party Started (pt5) -> The season starts and it's a relatively calm affair, until it's not. Some things can be predicted while others show up like an unwanted Force Ghost from Star Wars. posted: 29 Mar 2024

-> Down Time Down Under (pt6) -> Oscar finds that having a crush having less than platonic feelings for your boss's only adult daughter is apparently free real estate for some of F1's biggest gossips posted: 10 May 2024

-> Shift Happens (pt7) -> Miami and Imola bring new challenges to the grid. Challenges such as finally initiating the romance part of your potential relationship- oh and being on the podium with your ex-teammate too. posted: 19 May 2024

-> Warning Sainz (pt8) -> Monaco, Canada and Spain oh my! Oscar decides to continue his quest for world domination (claiming home races) and prove that he's the best boyfriend his ex ever lost. posted: 23 June 2024

-> Baby Got Track (pt9) -> Adding two more GPs to his list of home races, Oscar realises that he's A-OK with having half his bags packed with things that aren't his. posted: 10 July 2024

-> Silly Goose Extraordinaire (pt10) -> When Y/n isn't there for two races, Oscar discovers that he's far more attached than he thought he was. At least it's almost the mid-year break! posted: 5 Aug 2024

-> Red Bull Gives You Wins (pt11) -> Mid-year break brings a lot of strong emotions, but there's only one thing that could make them even more intense... posted: 6 Mar 2025 (I'm so sorry)

-> Simply Lovely (pt12) (pending) -> posted:

-> Big Ric Energy (pt13) -> posted:

-> Red Bull School Of Racing (pt14) -> posted:

-> 1st's The Worst, 2nd's The Best (pt15) -> posted:

-> We Shenan'd Once, Let's Shenanigan (pt16) -> posted:

This is an Ongoing Series!

Fury of Their Scales

m.yoongi / reader

genre: dragon!au, wyvern!yoongi, human/herbalist!reader,

warning(s)!!: isolation/alienation, mentions of war, injuries/blood/violence, dragon boy yoongles is stuck in a trap bc he’s dumb, y/n is so sO pure, protective dragon yoonyoon, villagers physically bully y/n a lot :(, unfair situations, y/n takes so much shit like a champ she deserves an award, dragon boy is a dragon for the first half of this (sorry, not sorry), don’t be scared there’s actual humor and wholesome stuff too :D, slow burn (kinda)?  

w.count: 17.7k

Series | One-shot | Two-shot | Drabble | [Rated: T]

synopsis: a world of dragons, demons, devils, gods and ghouls- humans were of small number. you’ve lived on the outskirts of your human village in the woods ever since you could remember. living alone in a small cabin with nothing but woodland trees, ponds, lakes and animals was like a small paradise- with the occasional bump in the road. as someone who’s studied and experimented with nature to make all sorts of concoctions- your home was ideal. it didn’t matter that your village didn’t like it or that they rejected your life of medicine. what did matter, however, was the dragon stuck in a trap not too far from your home that you just discovered.

a/n: i literally haven’t sat down to write fanfiction in over a month bc my brain was fried and i got sucked balls deep into a fandom of an anime i dont even watch (yet). It took me three hours to edit this bc i pass tf out, pls be easy on me LOL

A shrill whine echoed through the woodland area. Bouncing off trees, echoing in caves, spooking off wildlife of rodents and critters that crept along the ground with far too many spindly legs.  Rustling in the wind, entangling with the leaves that blew and then erupting when a campfire crackled, settling in it’s burning pit of wood and stone.  

-x-x-x-

You shot awake in bed, the morning light peeking in through your bedroom window that was covered in a beginning to tear curtain.  You breathed out a heavy sigh as you flopped back down onto your mattress that squeaked at your movement.  You really should be getting a new bed sometime soon. This one was old and did nothing for your pressure points or back while you slept.  What was the point of a good night rest when you wake up feeling like you just wrestled a bear and lost? 

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Masterlist

Bold means smut

Aizawa:

After Hours

Katsuki Bakugou: 

Little Black Dress 

New Nickname

Panty Thief (Part 1) 

Blind Date 

First Time

Do Not Disturb

S/O On Period Headcannons

Stolen Kiss 

Stranded

Darkest Desires

Caramel 

Winner Takes It All 

Hot Tub Anyone?

That’s How It’s Done

Bratty Katsuki Drabble

Tongue Piercing Drabble

Not So Innocent

Impatience

Series: 

A Princess and Her Duty (Barbarian! Bakugou x f!Reader): Chapter 1 

Deku: 

Mommy Kink

Denki Kaminari: 

Winner Takes All

Eijiro Kirishima: 

Video Games 

Tease (Part 2 to Video Games)

Red Riot the Unbreakable

HC’s of Kirishima’s S/O getting harrassed by Mineta

Stolen Kiss 

Darkest Desires

New Panties

That’s How It’s Done

Thigh Riding With Kiri

Todoroki Shoto: 

Stolen Kiss

HC of Poly Relationship with Reader and Shinsou

Darling, You’re Perfect

Jealousy

Hitoshi Shinsou: 

HC of Poly Relationship with Reader and Todoroki

Soft Morning Oral Sex 

Mirio: 

Be Rough With Me

Shindou: 

Cockwarming

Tamaki Amajiki: 

First Date?

S/O On Period Headcannons

Makes his S/O loud in bed

You’re Mine, Bunny

Sick Days

Dabi: 

Kitten

Overhaul:

Subby Overhaul drabble

Hawks: 

First Date

Nobody - OHSHC

NOTE: big, big thank you to the person helping me write this fic, LT! i don’t think they have a tumblr so here is a link to their quotev!

pairing - host club x reader

ongoing series, chapter 3

word count - 4,180

chapters 1 & 2 up now!

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♡ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff

♡ pairing: ot7 x reader 

♡ summary: some people are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves them. others meet their family in a coffee shop while on the run from the korean ambassador, while they’re holding a man at gunpoint and beating him to a pulp for treason against their syndicate. 

♡ ongoing

♡ one 

seoul’s drug ring is dominated by a group of 7 men. you’re not looking for trouble, just a cup of coffee and a park bench to sleep on for the night. 

posted: 05/29/20

♡  two 

sometimes there is more to life than pain. sometimes you stumble upon people who are beacons of light in a dark tunnel. sometimes suffering is only temporary. and other times, people don’t believe you and leave you in the tunnel to find your way out.

posted: 05/31/20

♡  three 

there is no longer a light at the end of the tunnel, you think. only people who haven’t been hurt can afford such a luxury as wishful thinking. but have you turned away before seeing that there is a glimmer? A teeny tiny, minuscule speck of light?

posted: 06/04/20

♡  four 

your favorite color is yellow. taehyung’s favorite color is red. your favorite flowers are peonies. you still haven’t asked taehyung what his are yet. 

posted: 06/10/20

♡ five 

you say goodbye. 

posted: 06/21/20

♡ six   

leaving your father was easy. leaving them? well…that’s a different kind of strength

posted: 08/12/20

♡ seven

the absence of you is a void that they never thought they’d have to experience again. they were fine before they met you. but the sky would fall before the boys would be fine after you’ve gone.

posted: 01/16/21

Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.

A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.  

“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”

“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”

“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”

“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”

“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”

“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”

“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”

You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him. 

He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.

Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long? 

Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”

“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink. 

Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs.  They didn't know you existed.

So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students. 

When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”

“They didn’t recognize you?”

“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”

Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!

He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.

“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”

“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.

 I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!” 

He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.

You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.

 You turned around to face him.

“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed

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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on. 

You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers. 

And the ball looked like fun.

You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.

All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.

Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.

You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.

“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.

You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin. 

Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.

 Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.

Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.

The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.

They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.

Tom said.“hello, here is  Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.

You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.

But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence. 

You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.

“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”

You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.

But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.

It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.

“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.

They gasped and looked at you.

“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.

They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.

There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.

Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could. 

But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.

“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.

You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.

“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.

He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.

Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight. 

“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey. 

You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.

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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner. 

“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.

“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”

“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”

“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”

‘She’s so lucky!

“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”

They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.

“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.

Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .

“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”

You smiled at them and took a seat.