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too busy being yours

350 words | Other | G

(to fall for somebody new)

Nothing left but rock and dust. And roaches. And V.

Pairing: Venom Symbiote/Eddie Brock

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im gonna need an abundance of fanfiction about them btw

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confidante

1k words | F/F | G

Morgan doesn't really mind when Haylee checks up on her, even in the middle of the night.

Pairing: Haylee Skye/Morgan Myst

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sanguine

675 words | F/F / Gen | T

Ochako cannot stand the sight of her blood.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako

Notes: Grief/Mourning, Panic Attacks, Blood and Injury, Dead Toga Himiko, Past Character Death, Angst, Hopeful Ending

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do you have the heart?

400 words | F/F | T

Nocturna is not a Hero of Heart anymore. So why does she keep acting like she is?

Pairing: D.Va | Hana Song/Brigitte Lindholm

Notes: Dokiwatch, Self-Reflection, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Character Study

[full ficlet below the cut or linked above to AO3]

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Hana sighs, slouching against the couch. She looks up at the ceiling, lips pouting heavily before she opens them to groan. She tosses her magitech gun onto the coffee table, trying not to look at it as it whirs, then beeps with a soft, but irritating warning.

She scoffs and kicks it off the table, a few other items flying onto the floor alongside it. Niran crosses his arms and looks at her. He doesn’t say a word but his gaze irks Hana enough that he doesn’t have to.

“I could fix it, you know,” Niran offers. It’s something he says often, despite already knowing Hana’s response.

“It doesn’t need to be fixed.”

Niran raises an eyebrow at her and bends down to pick up the spill she caused. He grabs her gun and looks at it closely, inspecting the bunny charm attached to the handle.

Hana acts quickly, standing and knocking the gun out of his hand. She glares at him and pushes a harsh finger into his chest. “Don’t touch that. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Niran grabs her wrist and twists her hand off of him, then drops it like he’s been burned. He takes a step back to increase the distance between them.

“Just don’t make me clean up your messes again, Nocturna.” He leaves as quickly as he came and Hana knows he is not referring to the spill.

Her mech is out of service until she can find a way to power it again and her gun has been wonky ever since she left. Niran cannot help —of course he can’t. What he does is completely different. If she let him fiddle with her magitech, he’d surely fix it in some way, but it wouldn’t feel the same.

Then again, maybe Hana should just let that happen. She’s holding on too strongly the last thing she has left of her time back then. Everything else has changed, so why not make it official by letting Niran make her a new weapon.

She’s hollow now, isn’t she?

Come home. We can still fix this, Hana.

Hana’s face twists up like it can’t decide whether to be sad or angry. She sits back down, her pinky twitching.

She looks back at the ground, spotting the gun she'd knocked out of Niran’s hand. She frowns as it blinks at her and sighs quickly covers her eyes with her hands, pretending she’s doing so to avoid looking at the gun’s annoying lights rather than because of the warm wetness gathering behind her eyelids.

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trust is in the eye of the beholder

700 words | F/F | M

Lucy wants to try something new, so she summons the right Celestial Spirit for the job.

Pairing: Lucy Heartfilia/Virgo

Notes: No Sex, Implied Sexual Content, BDSM, Lucy Heartfilia-centric, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

[full ficlet below the cut or linked above to AO3]

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Lucy fiddles with the straps of her bra, her mind spiraling once again as she considers exactly what she's about to do.

Before she can fall too deeply into a hole of questions and dilemmas, Lucy takes a deep breath and finds her key ring. She gently slips one key off and holds it in front of her.

Lucy nods to herself. “Open Gate of the Maiden, Virgo,” she mutters, the words familiar on her tongue but still managing to make her fit swoop with nervousness.

There's a small poof of air and Lucy is forced to close her eyes. When she opens them again, Virgo stands in front of her, donning her usual maid outfit, hand on her heart.

Virgo closes her eyes and bows shallowly before looking up at Lucy, folding her hands in front of her politely. "Princess. You called?"

Virgo's eyes drift down Lucy's body, taking the red lingerie that hardly covers anything at all, considering the material is lace.

Lucy gulps, slowly pulling in on herself as her free hand drops to her side and moves to wrap around her. Is red too bold? Perhaps black would have been a better fit.

"You look beautiful," Virgo mumbles, her face flushed a light pink. Suddenly, she does a swift motion with her hand and a whip appears in it. With the other, she does the same, instead summoning a paddle. "Is Mistress ready to punish me?"

Lucy feels a shiver go up her spine. She's always beaten —metaphorically— the idea of she and her spirits being equals into each of them. Their past users (Lucy dislikes saying owners. She does not own her spirits. They have their rights to autonomy.) were often abusive in some way, forcing them into situations that left them weak and defenseless.

Lucy has always prided herself on being a good celestial spirit wizard. However, at the moment... Lucy is not a wizard. She's simply a woman.

"No," she mumbles back to Virgo. "Actually... I wanted to try something with you," she says quietly, trailing off slightly. "Only if you're completely okay with it, of course! I promise I won't be mad if you say no."

Virgo hesitates before waving away her whip and paddle. She nods to Lucy. "Ask away, Princess."

Lucy feels her own face flush, likely far warmer than Virgo's previous blushing. "I want to... experiment."

Virgo pauses, but eventually steps closer to Lucy, gently grabbing her hands. Virgo brings Lucy's hands up in her own, her key shining in the light of Lucy's room.

"What kind of thing would you like to experiment with, Princess?" Virgo asks softly, looking past her key to make eye contact that Lucy finds to be oddly intense.

She wants to squirm again, but also mourns the thought of pulling away from Virgo's gentle hold.

"Honestly," Lucy clears her throat, not wanting her voice to crack. She's embarrassed enough being dressed up in skimpy lingerie in front of one of her spirits. One of her friends.

She's been stripped to nude so many times during battle or bouts of chaos within the guild. Really, she shouldn't feel so... well, naked. But somehow the lingerie makes her feel even more exposed than a towel or complete nudity does.

"I'm not sure," Lucy admits, her voice low, almost a whisper. "I'm not exactly... an expert. You're more suited to give suggestions."

Virgo considers her for a moment, clearly noting Lucy's nervousness. "We should start small."

This surprises Lucy, for some reason. She'd almost expected Virgo to begin pulling out crazy toys and contraptions, as she often did when making comments about odd fetishes or kinks Lucy may have accidentally made a comment regarding.

But, no. She's being... considerate. Of course, Lucy should have known; Virgo is someone she trusts with her life. She can be vulnerable with Virgo. She can be... a woman, rather than a wizard.

Lucy nods her agreement. "That's good. Thank you, I mean... I appreciate it."

Virgo flashes a warm smile at her, excitement stirring in her eyes that seems to stir in Lucy's gut as well. "Of course, Princess."

Lucy feels herself relax. She very carefully sets her golden key down on her nightstand and sits on the edge of her bed, letting Virgo take the lead.

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error

850 words | F/F | T

“Don’t move so hastily, stalker,” a voice warns her from somewhere in the room's darkness. Ayano squints her eyes, focusing in on the direction of the voice. She sees the silhouette —one that is achingly familiar to her. The shadows cast in a similar fashion to the one Ayano is used to seeing her in. “Info?” Ayano asks quietly, questioning both herself and the figure in front of her.

Pairing: Ayano Aishi | Yandere-chan/Info-chan

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thumping in your head

[warnings given in notes / tags]

750 words | F/F | T

Ochako's shoulders sag slightly in relief, though she doesn't look entirely sure. "Maybe we shouldn't play games like that, Himiko. You could have hurt Izuku." Himiko holds up her fingers. "Just a pinch." Ochako gulps. "Himiko, did you take your meds today?" or Himiko has a problem.

Pairing: Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako

Notes: Mental Healthy Issues, Blood, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Medication, Post-Time Skip, Age Regression/De-Aging, as a mental coping mechanism, Childishness, as per the implied age regression, Alive Toga Himiko

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Nervous Habits

1.5k words | F/F | T

Elizabeth is worried about Diane's habit of chewing at her lip.

Pairing: Diane/Elizabeth Liones

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quick intro

hi, my main is @anachronicprometheus and my Death Note fics are posted on @aaxzlyte

this is a sideblog where i post / promote my other fanfiction written mostly on my AO3 !!

fandom is pretty random, most stories are fairly short <3 – i will probably make a more lengthy intro at some point