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himbo’s to be written list !

• fall, falling, fall in love: au, multichapter, todoroki pov, todobaku

Shouto Todoroki has a problem.

It’s not that he’s homeless, not that he has no idea where his next meal is coming from or that his eugenics loving Father gets one step closer to hunting him down every time he uses his quirk. It’s not even that he’s missed the U.A entrance exams and the entire future he was bred for has been replaced with just trying to survive between one night and the next. No. Shouto’s problem is that apparently every civilian in Japan just so happens to be in trouble whenever he’s around, and there never seems to be a Hero close enough to help.

So here he is, stepping up to the mark, again. And again. And again.

He swears he never intended to become a vigilante.

• untitled: crossover, multi chapter, multi pov, bingliushen

It’s not that he particularly has anything against Luo Binghe, but the man reminds him of a more talkative Lan Wangji. Jiāng Cheng hates Lan Wangji. So when the man taunts him as he often does, Jiāng Cheng thinks he’s well within his rights when he turns around, looks him dead in the eye and says, “I’m going to fuck your Shishu.”

He gives the Demon Emperor more psychological damage than any Harem ever could.

• untitled: au, multi chapter, jaskier pov, geraskier

Geralt claims the Law of Surprise, taking that which a Bard had but does not know.

For Jaskier, a half Selkie, that happens the be the coat his Mother hid from him long ago.

It might be Christmas eve.

Might be. It might be a week away from that. Might be a few days. Neil really isn’t sure.  

There is a hand gently carding through his hair, soothing the sensitive sting of his ravaged scalp. It is such a change from Riko’s fist – Come Nathaniel, Stay Nathaniel, I wouldn’t have to hold you if you’d just behave Nathaniel. For a moment he is fool enough to lean into it. Maybe it is Jean, his mind whispers. Maybe it is Andrew. Maybe it is Wymack and he is home, or it is Mary and none of this ever happened at all. It is a foolish thing to linger in the impossible, but Neil is so so tired and this almost feels like rest. The hand strokes once more and then it’s fingers drift gently down his cheek, trailing down his cheek to trace the contours of his face. He’s laying on their lap, whoever it is and Neil wishes all the more that it would be Andrew, to have the solace of him back beside him. He wonders if he dreams of it hard enough if it will actually manifest, what it would be like to open his eyes to the Foxes dorms, to Matt in their shared room, to Allison helping Renee redye her hair and Aaron scowling at Nicky. His eyes open slowly, a tremor to his lashes. Not the Foxes dorm. Neil is getting so tired of all the black and red. Jean stares back at him from across the room, perched on Kevin’s bed, the tension in his body is so obvious that it’s hard for Neil to believe that he’s even breathing. But if it’s not Jean then it’s – 

“None of that.” Riko chides, pushing Neil back down when he tries to rocket up. There is something entirely serene on his features as he looks down at Neil. “Not today. I have something special for you. It’s not Christmas just yet, but you’ve taken to this so well, I think you deserve the reward.” He gestures and Jean rises from his seat like a tortured marionette. His steps are almost robotic as he comes forward and pushes a small wheeled table to Riko’s bedside. The sight of the tattoo machine and it’s ink kick up some hind brain instinct in Neil. He startles like a wild animal, but doesn’t make it far. 

“We should be past this by now.” Riko says, a sting of betrayal to his voice. His softness is steadily receding, drawing out like the tide and leaving only sharp lines on the shore. Glass is made of melted sand, Neil had heard that once and he wonders now if it’s really possible for there to be a vast difference between the two states, if the cutting edges do not find a way to persist. “You were finally fitting in, getting the drills right, that altercation with Reacher – you were so close to becoming everything I'd dreamed for you. All these weeks, you were meant to have learnt your place by now.” 

Accepted it, he means, and Neil thinks of the Nest’s siren call, a stagnant promise that he now knows is so scarily easy to believe in. His chin raises, accommodating the slow crawl of Riko’s hand as it slides up his throat. A threat. But he should know by now even if Neil goes willingly to the snare he will still try to claw his way out of it. “I am a Fox.” He says, quiet but certain, voice carrying just enough for Jean to hear. Defiance has never been so important. There is something waiting outside of the Nest, they have both needed to remember that. “That hasn’t changed.”

“Stop.” Something in Riko’s meticulous control begins to unravel. Whether he knows it himself is uncertain, but Neil watches it fracture through his eyes as he gasps around the choking grip. “You keep testing me. Ruining everything.” 

Neil reaches up, his nails gouging lines across Riko’s cheek in a desperate effort to get him off, but the other is an immovable wall. Riko doesn’t even seem like he feels it. He looks down at his own hand before loosening his grip, almost as though he hadn’t known he’d been choking Neil at all. 

“I’m not going to play these games forever. Not even for you.”