#comrade hcs

[the-last-butter]

HC they first met a year or two after Yelan got her vision; post fighting the in abyss but when Kaeya was still navigating his identity from Kaeya, Brother and Right hand of Diluc Ragnvindr to Kaeya Alberich, Cavalry Captain and Quarter master of the Knights of Favonius.

[cheemken]

Had this silly little headcanon that Twins Sleep became close to Tuesday and ofc Tuesday just took them in, those are her babies now your honour

And just

Like the kids that they are, they tried to draw their little family of sorts; Lisa and Louise, Tuesday, and the crocodile

But imagine that in every drawing, they draw Tuesday like this

Imagine😭

There's rainbows and everything, the sun on the corner, the little crocodile on two legs trying to hold Lisa's hand, and then there's this silhouette of Tuesday in the middle w that creepy ass face, and Tuesday absolutely loves it

She thinks it's the sweetest thing her girls did for her, and she had it placed on the fridge so everyone can see

Bunny Bunny saw it for the first time one early morning while she's abt to prepare breakfast, screamed so loud it woke up almost everyone

[numba1kittytdrrkinkawaii]

Me when I have new karry hcs

REAL ITS SO WIWIQIWJWJWJHSDJIASJDN

[teyvat-writer]

oh no, I'm feeling angsty. this is 4 'haitham. Tartar's next. 🤭

I swore if anyone hurts you, I'd rip their heads off, is that what you want? I'll fucking do it, I'll do anything to get you to smile at me again sunshine. Please, my angel, hate me, curse me out but just be with me. I've never felt so dumb and helpless in my entire life.

Mayhaps this is just me being mean but I read this as less angst and more... desperate loser. Like, this man cornered you in the Akademiya library, grabbed you by the shoulders, and is pleading for you to go out with him but not in the... not in the like fluffy way moreso this man is equivalent to a sopping wet cat, y'know. He's been trying to drop hints here and there for months and this is just the breaking point- man is Desperate capital D.

[birdmenmanga]

vege guy called me and told me that he had to do stuff and I was like what does that mean and he was like well you know you keep going forward but I don't want anything to change but life is just going to keep moving forward whether I like it or not so I have to do stuff. good for him and hopefully for me too

[invinciblerodent]

I didn't realize that the condition "Loviatar's Love" is permanent.

Which, as a cleric of Tempus, means that at this point I'm in like... sort of in an open relationship with my god it seems? Like Tempus is my main squeeze, and Loviatar is the nasty freak on the side who sometimes claps my ass and gives me advantage on attack rolls if I ever get beat up badly enough.

[ship-garbage-pile]

very old comic of Noctis meeting my Kingsglaive OC Sagitta

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

this isn't about natsu on his own but more of a natsu and lucy theory (or hc(?? since ik it won't be true) and the importance of their relationship and status as -both- mcs had mashima done things with a little more thought

basically it roots from anna's 400 year plan and the reason she decided to send the kids to that specific time to kill acnologia and it was because lucy is alive in this time

I don't believe for a second that anna was "the most powerful celestial wizard to ever have existed", not with lucy in the picture -and having seen literally not a single instance of anna using her powers- my hc starts with anna seeing through the eclipse gate and discovering one of her ascenders will hold an inmense ammount of power and unique relationship with the celestial keys when she grows up and that's when she makes up her mind, she will send the kids to a timeline where her most powerful family/clan(? member will be alive and be able to help them

and now onto the natsu part sorry this is getting long ndhsjf

I think zeref creating natsu was ultimately what made him lose his final straws of sanity tho I can't remember if this was canonically implied

but I also think he was sane enough to realize making so many demons as tests to revive natsu made him completely unable to raise his brother and in his last moment of conciousness he decided that anna and the dragons were far better options, even if it meant natsu was deliberately being used as a war pawn, so he used whatever remained of his power to make natsu more powerful to be able to survive this war and hopefully being able to kill him as his way for atoning for not being the brother natsu deserved to have

and there you have it, pretty much natsu and lucy's relationship was threaded by fate and the plan was for the dragons slayers to kill acnologia under the support of the actual most powerful celestial wizard that has existed or will ever exist

you can think of little moments under this pretext, like why was lucy's father set up on bringing his daughter back after finding out she's part of fairy tail, or how natsu and lucy together was the catalyst a handful of characters needed to surpass their traumas

idk I like them both a lot be it platonically or romantically, mashima could've expanded their relationship so much more 🤧 but anyways hope you liked my derrangedness

I know u sayin a lot right now but i have to let u know in the midst of your paragraphs i zoomed tf in on this point specifically

Cause i sorta wrote a whole ass essay some time ago bout that and it activated my neurons.

Anyways! Onto your actual ask!

Honestly we share a pretty similarish school of thought on the situation there as a whole. With regards to how the heartfilia's got thrown into the mix (and Anna. I have, mixed thoughts on how she was used in the final arc and just her being there in the present the whole time. Home girl would've been a much more interesting character if her role stayed in the past and her connection to the dragons expanded on but! Gettin off track!)

I think the only part here where we may differ majorly is around where you said this-

but I also think he was sane enough to realize making so many demons as tests to revive natsu made him completely unable to raise his brother and in his last moment of conciousness he decided that anna and the dragons were far better options

It's just in my head I always found it so hard to wrap my head around the idea of Zeref doin all that to just give away Natsu. It always felt so hard to believe that mans literally undid the fabric of death to give away his hard work.

(Note this is not a jab at you for using it! It's just me disliking it in canon lol, I personally don't like using that reasoning. Plus with my mental characterization of Zeref he doesn't feel like the type to atone or fix his wrongs to me so can't really see him doing certain things willingly. Forgive me i'm sittin on a whole ass different characterizations and plot beats that im holdin onto for the thing i'm writing that i dont wanna rlly let loose yet)

But like, you're right! Natsu n Lucy work as a neat package deal of MCs! Two weirdos! Blah blah the demon and the star child, blah blah the writer and the guy who's a book. Daddy issues but in opposite directions! It's fun that they're linked with each other! Wish it was used more :)

[badly-drawn-inkt]

Hey CB, do you have a wife?

[Irrelevant]

[Even if i DID or DIDN'T have a spouse] [They would have nothing to do with my plans for vengeance]

[yumenosakiacademy]

i think bi ppl in fandom should get a right 2 Kill every time biphobia abt charas/ships inevitably rears its head.

[tenuuchlegch]

❃ Odtsetseg will happily hug a certain dragoon, if he does not mind too much.

[just-absolutely-super]

OP au crack

They put the sea stone handcuffs on the pirate.

Mayl: what now?

Lan: torture!!

Mega: no! We're going to keep this guy separated from his crew so they can't help each other

Dex: I don't think they'll be much help

Mega: doesn't matter. He can't be around them if we are going to get him to return you guys back

Lan: so you wanna do some good cop bad cop then? Cause you're a horrible bad cop

Mega: none of you are gonna be in there with him. I am gonna interrogate him on my own

Lan: what!? No fair. You don't get to decide that!!

Mega: in this case I do get to decided that

Lan: nu-uh! I wanna do it my way and dunk him in glue and put feathers on him!!

Mega: I forgot how much of terror you were back then

Lan: Back then? I still have my 16 year old mind! I wanna do that now!

Mega: Correction then, you’ve always been a terror…

Lan: Rude!

Later, the devil fruit pirate wakes up

Pirate: Gah! Where am I? Why am I so weak?

Mega: You have seastone handcuffs on, so I wouldn't bother struggling

Pirate: Ha! You think this will stop me? My crew will come for me and show you who's boss!

Mega: Your crew and captain were defeated by a bunch of children, so I don't buy your bluff for a minute

Pirate: Seriously?! Man, you guys are monsters...

Mega: Anyways, now that I've got you captured, I have to ask: how does your devil fruit work? If you cooperate and bring my crew back to normal, we will drop you off at your ship and go on our merry way

Pirate: As if I'd tell you! So you've got the best of us, so what? The longer those guys stay as kids, the more their minds will regress. Soon they really will be the ages I set them as and there will be nothing you can do about it!

Mega: So you can't reverse it?

Pirate: Oh, I can reverse it, but why would I? That's just less competition for the rest of us pirates! hehehe

Mega: ... *sigh* I hoped it wouldn't come to this

Pirate: ?

Mega: Lan likes to think he's the bad cop, but that's because he jumps to the most extreme measures to deal with enemies. Me, however, I like to watch and wait and observe. See what my opponent is like before I act accordingly...

Pirate: What's with the monologue? Trying to be tough? Because it won't--

Mega, grabbing the guy by the hair: I'm going to make this one request, and I don't take no for an answer

Pirate: *sweats*

Mega, eyes a bright menacing green: Revert their ages back to normal...now!

Pirate: A-ah...AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!! YES SIR!!!

Later, the Hikari Pirates are back to normal

Lan: Damn that guy looked like he was gonna wet himself, what did you do?

Mega: Oh, you know...just persuaded him in my own way

Lan: What did you do, tell a bunch of puns until he begged for mercy?

Mega: Hey! My puns are great, don't be rude!

Lan: Greatly lame that is!

Meanwhile, the pirates everyone beat up were tied up and thrown onto their ship. Soon a navy ship passed by and arrested them while they were in their vulnerable state.

[fairy-writes]

can I request for Soshiro and Gen fanfic (separate) on the female reader who's a healer that is clearly active on the battlefield and when the kaiju noticed this they started to target her to prevent healing her allies?

Also, can I add about the reader's attitude? Her persona has a cold/quiet and stoic personality o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Narumi Gen x Reader

Hoshina Soshiro x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Defense Force!Reader, Doctor!Reader

Notes: I am doing my new HC style because there are multiple characters requested :)

This entails a few HCs and then a small blurb!

Also, Reader’s personality ended up a bit more self-deprecating than expected in Hoshina’s…

I ALSO REFUSE TO PUT GIFS OF NARUMI. I WILL BURN HIS ANIME DESIGN WITH FIRE

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Narumi Gen

At first, you didn’t notice. 

You were too busy applying a tourniquet to the leg of a fallen Defense Officer when the Yoju began to attack.

Luckily, the officer you were treating still had working arms and shot it down. 

But they only kept coming.

Soon, you were overwhelmed and had to retreat. 

You grab the straps of your fallen comrade and drag them under some rubble that’s standing precariously. 

It might fall on you, but it was better than nothing for the time being. 

You press your fingers to the communication earpiece nestled in your ear. 

“I need immediate evac in Sector Zulu now! The Yoju are mobilizing and targeting the medics!” You holler as another medic is swallowed whole by one of the bigger Yoju.

Was this the work of that one kaiju? Kaiju No. 9? 

You had no clue. But you couldn’t dwell on it right now. You had to survive. 

Gen is furious by the time he gets to the hospital. He pushes past nurses and doctors and patients until he makes it to the front desk and barks out your name to a startled receptionist. He was a sight for sore eyes, still in his combat uniform, covered in kaiju blood, and still hauling around his weapon. 

“She’s in the Intensive Care Unit. Hold on—Wait!” She calls as soon as he leaves, but he pays her no mind. 

He knew where you were now. He could find the specific room number when he got there. 

Only he didn’t need a room number because you met him in the hallways as soon as he pushed through the double doors.

“Gen?” You look confused, your right arm bandaged and in a sling, and a swath of bandages wrapped around your head. 

“What were you thinking?!” He snaps, and you scowl at that. 

“The Yoju attacked me. Not the other way around, dumbass.” You snap back, and he glares, but on the inside, he’s relieved. 

“Why are you up and moving anyway? You should be resting.” He says, taking your good arm and steering you to a stray gurney stored in the hallway. You shrug off his arm. 

“And leave my patients without care? No way. I’m fine.” You reply and try to get up, but all but fall over when he pushes you gently. 

“Clearly not.” He says and sets his bayonet to the side, propping it up against the wall and taking a seat next to you.

“What’s the diagnosis?” Gen asks eventually, and you wiggle the fingers in your cast. 

“Broken wrist in three places. A pretty nasty concussion. A couple of cracked ribs. Apparently, my heart stopped after our shelter collapsed.” You say coldly, matter-of-factly, as if it was a walk in the park and not the fact that you died. 

Gen remembered hearing in the com piece that your heart stopped. He remembered the officer you were attending to saying he was starting chest compressions after not finding a pulse. He remembered feeling his own heart had stopped when the officer claimed chest compressions weren’t working. 

Luckily, you were wearing one of your newly designed suits—the kind with remote-activated defibrillators in the chest area. It had to be activated three times before you began breathing again and your heart started again. 

But you were okay.

You were okay. You were alive. And that’s all Gen could ask for

Hoshina Soshiro

“WE NEED EVAC IMMEDIATELY! REPEAT WE NEED EVAC IMMEDIATELY! WE HAVE WOUNDED AND THE YOJU ARE TARGETING THE MEDICS!” You bellow into the receiver as you dodge under a swipe of the Yoju before you.

You stand and sprint, trying to lure the Yoju away from your wounded comrades. 

Better you die than them.

Your com crackles in your ear, and you hear your lover's voice calling your name in a calm panic. 

“Where are you?” Hoshina Soshiro demands as you heave and pant. Your suit is dangerously close to overheating, with you using the suit’s strength to help your fellow officers. 

“Sector Juliette heading northbound on 12th Street.” You wheeze and shriek as a blow crashes into your back, sending you flying into some shattered concrete. 

Your shoulder is dislocated. Your ribs are broken. It feels like your nose might be as well. 

“Hold out a little longer, my love. I’m almost there!” He pleads, and you turn on your back to see the Yoju looming over you. 

“I’m sorry, Soshiro…” You murmur. 

Oh well…

Better you die than them.

Just as you close your eyes, you hear the draw of a katana from its sheath. 

When you wake up, you feel someone’s hand holding your own. 

You turn—with some difficulty with the brace around your neck—to see Soshiro holding your hand in one hand, typing out a report on his phone with the other. 

“Soshi?” You rasp, and he looks up, an unreadable look on his face. 

“You’re awake.” He says, and you nod, wincing at the ache in your neck. He leans forward, still not letting go of your hand. “Careful, you got some nasty whiplash.” He says, and you wheeze out a laugh.

“I’m not surprised. I took a bad hit.” You say, and he scoffs. 

“I saw.” He replies and goes back to his report. 

It doesn’t take long after that for you to speak. 

“You’re mad at me.” Soshiro shakes his head at that, thumb pausing from where he was typing on the screen. Likely updating Captain Ashiro on your condition.

“I’m not mad. Just upset. You gave up.” He says, and you sigh, leaning back against your pillows. Luckily, your bed is propped up, so you don’t have to adjust it. 

“I have a duty to protect my comrades.” Soshiro grits his teeth. 

“That doesn’t mean you have to die to protect them. You’re a talented doctor; don’t waste that life of yours.” He pleads, opening his eyes to look at you desperately. 

The doctor comes in then, checks you over, and gives you your diagnosis. Whiplash—hence the neck brace—three broken ribs, a dislocated left arm, and a torn rotator cuff. 

“Do you have help at home? Given your skills, I assume you know how to take care of yourself, but it doesn’t hurt to have an extra set of hands.” The doctor says. You are about to shake your head when your lover pipes up.

“I’ll be helping.” He says firmly, leaving no room for you to argue. The doctor accepts this readily and nods, leaving the room with promises to return with discharge paperwork. 

“You don’t have to take care of me.” You say as soon as the door shuts, and Soshiro raises an eyebrow. 

“I’ll take care of you.” He repeats, and you hiss out a laugh.

“It’s rotten work.” At that, his grip tightens. 

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

[nastybuckybarnes]

Street Mouse

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

Summary:

Warnings: Language, Violence, Minor Angst, Hinted attempted assault, fluff, military inaccuracies (teehee)

Word Count: 2.3K

A/n: i've got a whole bunch written for this pairing, and i might make some hc explanations. I've never played COD, sue me. I hope y'all enjoy and I'm gonna probably keep pumping out more parts of this cause i love love love it.

~*~

The distant sound of gunshots is akin to a lullaby now.

You're curled up in a rundown building, a tattered blanket draped over your legs as you try to get some rest.

The sound of more gunshots, these ones much closer, jolt you upright.

Risking a glance out the broken window, you peer down at the street below you, eyes widening as you see two men fighting intensely.

Your heart jumps into your throat at the display, and you can't tear your eyes away.

Eventually, the larger of the two plunges a knife into the smaller man, watching as his body crumples to the ground in a heap.

A shiver races down Simon's back, and he straightens, eyes carefully scanning the area for danger.

He turns around, glancing into each window before finally resting on the eyes he could feel piercing through his gear. His hand twitches toward one of the many weapons strapped to his body, but something about the wild curiosity in her eyes has him pausing.

You hold his gaze, unblinking and absolutely entranced.

He's a huge man, with a skull mask covering his face. Only his eyes are visible, and they all but gaze through your soul. He holds the staring contest, turning to face you fully until there's a soft grunt from behind him.

He glances over his shoulder as his comrade comes into view, and when he glances back at the building, you're gone.

He turns back to Soap slowly, risking one more glance over his shoulder, but it's as if you were never there in the first place.

"What is it? Ya see somethin', Lt?"

Ghost says nothing, only starts heading back the way he came, pausing to rid the corpse on the street of the weapons he was carrying.

You slowly peek out the window again, watching as the two disappear into the darkness of the night.

For weeks, maybe months, the country you now call home has been war-torn.

Schools have long since shut down, and the majority of the population has fled to find refuge elsewhere.

Which makes it a perfect place to hide.

And even though you know you should be keeping a low profile, you can't help but be intrigued by the skull-faced man.

And so you begin to follow him.

The streets are familiar now, as are the schedules of the soldiers and the hostiles.

Which is how you find yourself here.

You're not dumb enough to follow him onto the base or anywhere near it, but in the city when he's on patrol, those hours are all yours to observe.

Your curiosity does have you venturing farther outside of your comfort zone than you normally would, but it pays off every time your eyes meet.

And he's not oblivious to the new eyes that seem to be following him whenever he's in the city. Sure, he's gotten used to the locals staring whenever any of them walk through the streets, but these eyes aren't afraid or hostile. No, these ones are curious. Excited.

The next time he feels the gaze on him, he's outside at just past one in the morning, puffing on a cigarette in one of the few safer areas of the city. Goosebumps rise on his skin and he flicks the end of his cigarette, watching as the ash floats to the ground.

"As much as you try, you're not going to sneak up on me," He says softly, flicking his cigarette onto the ground and crushing it with the steel toe of his boot.

You say nothing, only watch curiously from the second floor of the house he's leaning against.

He turns around, backing up a few paces as his eyes dart from window to window, searching for your face until finally, they land on you.

"Show yourself."

You cock your head to the side, eyes shining in the moonlight.

"Come on, I won't hurt you, but I won't ask again," he warns.

A little grin pulls at your lips and you lean forward in the moonlight, not enough to fully show yourself, but enough for him to see the outline of your face.

You shake your head at him and bring your hand up to the side of your head. With your pointer and middle finger extended, you curl your ring and pinky finger in, pointing the faux gun at your head.

'Bang,' you mouth, knocking your head to the side dramatically.

Ghost lets out a breathy chuckle at your theatrics, his hands resting on his tactical belt.

"Why have you been following me?" He finally asks.

He's not one to second guess himself, not after all he's seen, all that he's endured. But he has to give you credit - you made him question his sanity for a day or two there.

Knowing that you're real, that someone has, in fact, been following him, puts his mind at ease.

You give him a soft smile then lean forward and press your lips to the glass.

He stares at the kiss mark left on the window, traces the soft pink mark with his eyes and then looks back up to where your eyes were, only to find that you've disappeared once again.

Simon Riley is a man who prides himself on his attention to detail, his situational awareness. But he cannot, for the life of him, understand how you manage to disappear into thin air like that.

This starts happening more and more frequently. Little run-ins, kisses left on windows, your twinkling eyes in the pale moonlight.

It's gotten to the point where he volunteers to go out on patrol if only for the possibility of catching a glimpse of your pretty eyes hidden between shadows.

And soon enough, the drawings start to appear.

The first one is drawn on a window, and he doesn't even notice it. Soap is the one who points it out.

"Look, Lt, looks like you've got a fan," he says, pointing to the window across the ally.

He glances over, following Soap's finger, and his brows raise.

On the window, drawn in what looks like marker, is a skull that matches the hard-plated mask on his face.

He scoffs, but deep down, he knows exactly who put that there. His suspicions are confirmed when he catches a lightning-quick glimpse of your eyes peeking through the curtains.

He starts seeing them more often. It surprises him how you manage to get into some of the most dangerous parts of the city and leave nothing but a skull drawing behind.

What really gets him, however, is one particular day, when they're tasked with a particular assignment.

Hostage rescue.

But the exact location of the hostages is unknown.

That is, until he notices little skulls drawn on the windows of one building. More skulls than he's ever seen you draw before.

Trusting his gut, he nods toward the building, signalling for his team to follow him as he approaches.

Sure enough, the skulls lead them better than breadcrumbs exactly to the hostages, and the hostiles are taken out quickly.

"How did you know it was this one?" Gaz asks once the building is secure, leaning outside with his Lieutenant as he lights up a cigarette.

He takes a long drag from it the blows out a cloud of smoke, his eyes flickering around in search of his helper.

"A little mouse told me," is his reply.

Never one to question his Lt, Gaz only nods and heads back inside to meet up with Soap.

As he smokes, Ghost notices a small piece of paper fluttering in the wind, half hidden beneath a rock on the ground.

Crouching down, he picks it up and unfolds it, scoffing out a chuckle.

On it is none other than one of your signature skulls. His little Banksy.

With his cigarette tucked between his lips, he grabs a pen from his breast pocket and scribbles down a half-assed picture on the paper, then tucks it beneath the rock one more time.

Though he can't see you, he knows you're nearby. He can feel your ever-present gaze.

"Ghost! Let's go!" Price calls from inside.

Tossing his cigarette onto the ground, Ghost turns on his heel and heads back inside to meet up with his team.

His back is turned for what feels like only seconds, but when he glances over his shoulder to check on the paper it's already gone.

~*~

You don't see the man with the skull face for a while after that, but you keep his drawing on you at all times.

It serves as a pleasant little reminder that life isn't so bad. Not all the time.

Your thoughts are shattered when you bump into a hard chest, tumbling to the ground with a grunt.

The night may be dark, but the moon shines brightly enough above you to illuminate the back alley you were sneaking through.

"Well, well, boys. Look what we've got here," the man says, a sick grin on his face.

He wears a similar uniform that your skull-faced soldier does, but this man's eyes are sick and snake-like. They send a shudder racing down your spine as you scramble back, scraping your hands on the ground until your back hits a wall.

"It's a long time past curfew, sweet cheeks. What're you doing out so late?" The ringleader asks, stepping closer to tower over you while his comrades circle around you, leaving you with no escape.

One of them grabs your arms and yanks you to your feet in front of them, and your heart almost jumps out of your chest.

The leader drags a dirty finger down your cheek, his brows drawing together when you yank your head back.

"I asked you a question, bitch," he snarls, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to keep your head where he wants it.

You glare up at him, then spit directly in his face, watching with satisfaction as he flinches back.

He chuckles after a moment, squeezing your face harder and glancing at his friends.

"Looks like we've got a fighter. That's okay, we know what to do with those, don't we, boys?" He asks.

This elicits chuckles from the men around you, and you feel your stomach drop.

"Do we?"

The voice is like the crack of a whip in a still room, and the laughter stops immediately.

The men beside you straighten up, hands coming up in salute.

Like water dousing a flame, you feel some of your fear ease at the newcomer.

"Tell me, Corporal, just what might we do with those?" Ghost asks, stepping out of the shadows.

"Lieutenant! We were just... this street rat was out past curfew," the man holding your chin tries to reason, quickly dropping your face.

Ghost nods, looking between the men, his eyes scanning over their names before finally resting on your eyes.

"This is what you lot spend your nights doing? Terrorizing the locals? The people we're supposed to be helping?" He asks, stepping even closer.

The tension grows thick, and you watch as the man in front of you turns around to face his superior.

Ghost chuckles dryly, the sound lacking any humour.

"You know bloody well what we do to terrorists, Corporal," he whispers, his voice deadly, dangerous.

"Now, would you care to explain to me what exactly you were doing to this nice young lady?" He asks again.

You stare up at his hard brown eyes as he makes the man cower, absolutely bewildered and warm inside.

"She's out past curfew," the Corporal tries again, his voice whiny and afraid.

Ghost nods, "and if I remember correctly, we give the citizens a warning and escort them home, we don't corner them against a wall and try to have our way with them. Or did you miss that day of training?"

The soldier's mouth opens and closes several times, but Ghost stays stoically staring at him, gaze sharp enough to kill.

"I asked you a question, Corporal, and I expect an answer!" He snarls, stepping into the man's personal space.

"There's a place for scum like you, and it's not on my team. You're removed, go back to base." His eyes find the other men, "if I ever catch you lot in the city pulling a stunt like this again, I won't be so forgiving. Dismissed."

With that final word, the three men all but sprint away, leaving you alone with the man who's consumed your every thought for the past several weeks.

He watches the men leave, and you're tempted to make your escape.

As if reading your mind, his gaze snaps back to you and his head cocks to the side.

"Even you can't go everywhere unseen, can you, mouse?" He asks.

You blink up at him, your heart racing in your chest.

He watches you for a moment longer, his brows drawing together.

"You speak English?"

You blink up at him again and he sighs, "Christ."

Slowly, you reach into the pocket of your sweater and pull out a piece of paper, opening it up and showing it to him.

His lips twitch upward when he sees his scribbled mouse next to the skull you've drawn.

"Mouse," you whisper, touching the paper.

He nods, pointing to the little drawing.

"Mouse. S'what you are. Quick, hard to catch."

You cock your head to the side and he takes that moment to take you in.

Since that first day, he's imagined what you look like, what you really look like, and he has to admit, he's not disappointed.

You're pretty, lovely even. If circumstances were different... if he were to see you in a bar, he might buy you a drink, ask for your number.

But you're a local, a street mouse, and he's here on business.

He gently pushes the paper back into your grasp and takes a small step back.

"You keep yourself safe. Try to stay out of the streets after curfew." He turns his back to you and takes a step away, then pauses.

"Or at least don't get caught."

[knixscythee]

Midoriya hcs (I don't even know what au I would call this because its literally just stuff that's been on my mind for months)

𓆩♡𓆪 This mf got some sass. One of his workers come into his room telling him shit that someone said, best believe that worker finna bring that person in just so he can fling them around the room with blackwhip just to take their report and flick holes in it.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘪𝘳"

𓆩♡𓆪 Also Izuku isn't as innocent as before. He sits in his office bored as hell until you walk into his office he sits up properly at his desk and his eyes land on you. Lidded and filled with wild intentions. Now whether you are a playful or serious type wouldn't matter because he'd become such a tease.

"Y/nnnnnnieeeee, it's so boring in here, I honestly rather patrol then this. But you can make this interesting hmm?"

𓆩♡𓆪 HE DRINKS, AND A LOT not like stereotypical gallons of beer and whiskey but like wine. Hella wine. Can chug a whole bottle and needs Shoto to pry him off of the bottle. In his second house (yes he has a second house for his private matter that he rather not have his friends and fans knowing of) has a winery in it. Plus secret walls that open and have a wall of exotic wines. I could Yap about this all day but we have to move on.

"Wine soothes the pain, wine goes with every food, wine makes the world go around. The most plus ultra drink in the wooorrlldddd...."

"Izuku give me bottle"

"Hell no"

𓆩♡𓆪 This is only because I love villain Deku so much but like him as a hero too but he has a split personality, most of the time he's the greatest Deku everyone sees on the news but sometimes at night he puts on a suit with his signature green tie and white gloves and goes outside dancing in the dark with a knife with his initials stamped on them. Cleansing the world of some of the filth that litters it's streets. And according to him he's doing it all in the name of being a hero. Glowing green eyes, purplish red eye bags, and crimson blood red wine. He rests his legs over the arm rest of the couch as he counts his money inside of second home while sipping on his wine. The glass table in front if him littered with bullets, guns, and money. Yeah... That's pretty heroic..

"FREEZE LET US SEE YOUR HANDS YOU SICK FREAK!"

he turns slowly and puts his hands up with spread fingers next to his face with the same deer in headlights face.

"Don't blink"

The cops obviously confused, don't follow his instructions and just in a second he dissapears and so does the cop's friends as he lays in a pull of the blood of his comrades.

Footsteps approach the cop and a cold gloved hand rests on his shoulders, the cops slowly looks over his shoulder half way and is met with a pair of glowing green rude that he wouldn't dare look at head on.

"Shoulda listened buddy"

𓆩♡𓆪 Izuku full Nelson. Thats it.

[yanderes-galore]

Would it be possible for a romantic yandere concept of ace? I see how he was when dealing with rivals but how would he be???

Well, since I already covered how he deals with rivals... I won't really do it here. I will link it though.

Ace dealing with rivals

Yandere! Portgas D. Ace HCs

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Self-deprecation (Ace), Clingy behavior, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Violence, Mentioned murder, Kidnapping, Isolation, Dubious companionship.

Ace, probably the most mature of his brothers, yet also the one with the most baggage.

I like to think Ace, due to his looks and manners, is the most experienced with romantic feelings.

I know that's not canon... but in my mind he seems like he'd have a better understanding of having crushes.

He's never acted on them... yet he understands having desires.

I find Ace interesting as he seems like a confident character due to his power and attitude...

But he's actually very vulnerable when it comes to you.

An important part of Ace's backstory is the fact he questions his existence.

He doesn't understand why he matters or why he exists.

Which often means he makes himself exist for others... such as Luffy or Whitebeard.

So, if Ace fell for someone, I can see him doing everything he can to commit to them.

If he doesn't plan on living for himself... He'll live for another.

You probably don't even see such a side of Ace until later in his obsession.

When you first meet Ace, he's confident and flirty.

You had caught his eye and decided his time would best be spent with you.

At the start, Ace would ignore his feelings.

He doesn't want to admit he has feelings for you.

He views himself as a devil, he doesn't want you associating with a person such as him.

Although, despite such thoughts, it doesn't stop him from coming to see you often.

Ace starts by wanting to protect you... That's all.

He wants to be a friend, he wants to dedicate himself to you...

But it starts more as just him trying to be protective of a new comrade he made.

I can see Ace as either platonic or romantic, yet he takes longer to show romantic feelings.

Maybe months after meeting you... or even a year... his feelings wear him down.

He loves you, no matter how he tries to hide it, so he stops hiding it.

He either shows it through actions by hovering or being overly friendly.

Although, when his confession hits, he tries his best to make it meaningful.

You make him feel wanted... So he's going to make sure you want to stay.

He hates forcing you to love him... yet even though he hates it, I'm not saying it won't happen.

Now, let's properly talk about behavior.

Ace is a protective yandere first and foremost.

He's seen the dangers the sea brings and wants to shield you from them.

You give him something to live for... if he doesn't...

It will devastate him if he loses you.

He has possessive behavior at times, but most of his actions are to protect.

Ace is incredibly affectionate once he gives into his feelings... even expressing some worship yandere behavior.

After all, he feels he isn't worth living for.

You're one of the people who makes him feel like he matters.

The others are his father figure... his brother(s)...

But you're meant to be his love... so how could he not worship you if he's letting you so close to his heart...?

He cuddles you, kisses you gently like you'll break...

He knows he can easily harm or burn you, so he tries to keep calm for you.

A HC I have for Ace is his body is hotter than others.

He can keep you warm with his body heat, which makes him perfect for cuddles.

He may even heat up when he is frustrated.

That's another reason he tries to be calm when holding you... He'd hate to burn you.

While he sees himself as a devil like the rest of the world... He never wants to hurt you.

In fact, he wants the opposite....

He wants to be the one who keeps you from harm.

To the point he's willing to use the power he wields to decimate other people.

Ace does give others a chance to rethink crossing you though.

He starts with words... but we both know what he can do.

This is the same guy who has punched through Marine ships in a blazing inferno.

So... safe to say, Ace takes your safety seriously. (Take a look at his linked HCs)

He's overall smiles, wrapping himself around you as you speak to others.

He can kill, yet has the restraint to hold back enough to talk things down.

He gives others a chance... Nothing more.

In terms of how a relationship goes, Ace is actually great.

He's affectionate, worships you, gives you all the love you could ever ask for...

Until he starts being manipulative.

Like any protective yandere, he gets paranoid.

After all, if Ace dedicates himself to you to the point of obsession...

He isn't going to want to lose you to anyone or anything, right?

He'd probably refrain from kidnapping... at first.

He wants to be honest, he'll vent his worries eventually as he tries to convince you to follow through with his plan of living somewhere with you.

Or, if you're not part of the Whitebeard Pirates, he'll try to convince you to join.

If that doesn't work, if you argue and try to leave him...

Ace may... snap.

He doesn't burn you, although there may be some accidental heat....

He doesn't like to force you... Yet if he's driven by his fear and insecurity...?

He may just get a bit... unstable.

Ace would feel guilty if you hated him.

He tells himself he can smooth it over... but he may never get what he had with you again.

He probably just ruined it for himself.

Maybe you'll get Stockholm Syndrome... yet it makes him feel worse.

He may have you to himself and safe... but if you don't love him?

What's the point?

Overall, Ace is a protective worship yandere.

He's insecure, yet you make him feel complete.

He wants you to love him genuinely...

Yet if it's between losing you one way or the other...

He'll want to keep you in whatever way he can.