Ryuki's Writings

Hello, and welcome to my short stories. I wanted to take a few paragraphs of your time to let you know what to expect in my works (currently, anyway. If things change ill update)

First, im very much an amateur writer, so constructive criticism is welcome to help me improve. Most to all of the stuff on this page will fanfiction (i just enjoy it so much. 😁). I have a separate page for my own art and fanart.

Second, at least at this time, im going to keep my stories non-explicit. No shame to NSFW work at all, Im just choosing to keep my page relatively SFW. Violence or suggestive themes may pop up, but I'll do my best to always put trigger warnings if they do.

If you have an idea of what youd like me to write on, just send an ask. I make no guarantees, but ill do my best. 😊

The IP you might see pop up:

HUNTER×HUNTER

GACHIAKUTA

MY HERO ACADEMIA / VIGILANTES

BATMAN

LEGEND OF ZELDA

More will be added later to this list

And i know some (but haven't finished the stories for, so I dont know all the character aspects of:

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Deathnote

Hellsing

"A quiet moment"

-sfw,  pre-established relationship,  pre-Arkham Knight events.

"Obstinate, metal-brained, son of a toaster! You'd be more useful as scrap!"

Edward Nygma's voice echoed through the door and into open center room where Y/N was was setting out the last of the key display cases as Eddie had dictated earlier in the day. Eddie hadn't told her what he needed so many key cases in 1 room for but she assumed it was something Batman related. Outsmarting Batman had been an obsession of his for quite a while (since before they'd even met, really) but since the meeting with the Scarecrow and others a few months prior (which he was being rather hush-hush about) his plotting had ramped up.

Y/N sat the green fluorescent spray paint down and climbed the latter up to the building's entrance room, where Eddie was working on one of the automatons he's found in the ruins of old Gotham. ("Can you believe they called it 'Wonder City?' How foolish and naive."  he'd said)

"Are you alright, dear?" Y/N said, trying to decide if this outburst was one of pain or frustration.

Edward spun around, throwing on his usual false bravado he so often put up to cover a mistake. "Of course, Im fine, my pet! The Riddler is always fine! This heap of trash just has more....nuanced mechanisms than I originally estimated. No matter. The Riddler always prevails!" Y/N wanted to remind him just how often Batman had put him in a cell (or hospital) but thought better of it, instead decided to nod and stroke his ego with an "as a true genius always does." When he started talking in 3rd person about The Riddler there was no easy way to humble him back down to Earth.

She began to return to the other room when a gloved hand caught her wrist. Looking back over to Eddie, she cocked her head in silent question.

His face said he wanted to say something specific but thought better of it , and asked "are the generators all in place?"

"Yes, your men have them in place and running. Awaiting your inspection."

"Good, good. And  young Edward?"

"Ill be picking Eddie from preschool, as always. Why?"

Edward pulled Y/N closer, resting his (admittedly sweaty and grease covered) forehead to hers. "I've purchased you and Edward tickets to Star City for the weekend. For the next few days it'll be..." he thought of the right word for a moment "...more advantageous to leave Gotham. Im sure its nothing, but I'll focus better for the next few days if you two are away from the city for a bit." He wasn't going to worry her gentle soul with his concerns about some of the implications that Scarecrow had alluded to during the meeting he and the other rogues had held.

Edward had sent Y/N out of the city a few times prior during particularly big schemes, so she just nodded and kissed his stubbled cheek. "All right, dear. Please stay safe and return to me quickly."

"I always do," he whispered before perking up to his usual ego-driven, confidence and pressing a chaste kiss to her (now also grease smeared) forehead and exclaiming "NOW! there's still much I must do and I have a guest dropping by soon, so if the generators are in place and cases are layed out, you should go pack for your trip that The Riddler has so graciously planned for you!" dismissing Y/N to return to his project. 

-I read a long time ago that narcissists can be caring parents when they see their child as an extention of themselves. Since then Ive always imagined that IF Arkham Riddler had a kid, he would definitely name them after himself. And he would try to spoil and defend that kid in the ways his parents never defended him.

-I also think a partner for Arkhamverse Riddler would have to be smart Nd capable (but keeps the snark towards him to themselves,towards everyone else its fine) and willing to stroke his ego constantly. I think he'd keep her as out of the spotlight as possible. Part to keep her safe, part to have the spotlight all to himself. Plus, whose gonna pick up lil Edward Jr from preschool if both parents are wanted fugitives?

"The New, Friendly Spider leg"

-tw: violence.

@theemamushii requested a shorter troupe member whose nen compliments Feitan (so they are often paired for missions), but their personalities are opposites and love blooms over time. Since there wasnt a gender specified, I decided to keep Y/N gender-neutral.

When Y/N is first introduced to the Spider as the new leg Feitan looks on in disinterest. He trusts Chrollo's judgement completely, but members have come and gone before. Some he had even grown up with. He won't let himself become attached and he will hold back any (positive) opinions until he sees them in battle.

He does feel secretly pleased that Y/N is an adult who is shorter then him (Kalluto was shorter, but also only 10 to12 years old and Kortopi was...well...Kortopi). Luckily Y/N and Feitan are both fast and their statures make them easilier to miss when sneaking around, all the more an asset in Chrollo's eyes.

When Chrollo gives a particularly difficult task, Y/N sometimes gives a  playful "Yes, Sir!" and a salute, while Feitan rolls his eyes and wonders why Chrollo lets Y/N get away with their foolishness during mission planning (Chrollo and Phinks find it a little entertaining how Y/N annoys Feitan around the base).

And of course Chrollo, knowing Y/N's nen ability and enjoying "poking the bear" in equal measures, likes to pair Y/N and Feitan for assignments OFTEN. At first, this is met with exchanges along the lines of Feitan's blank stare and Y/N's finger circle and a sarcastic "wooh, let's party" in response.

The first missions paired together were a headache, in Feitan's opinion. Y/N was good enough with the small blade they kept at their side, but he didnt see why Y/N liked to banter with the enemy, who would be dead soon anyway. "Hey! Yo! Is that pewpew all you got? Or is there anything I should ACTUALLY be afraid of?" Y/N would yell, knowing full well Feitan was sneaking up behind the enemy as the real threat. The distraction worked, but it still irked Feitan that Y/N was so loud about it.

His opinion starts to shift on the field during a tricky heist that goes off plan a few months later. The fight is a long one and he takes a large wound to his leg and feels his pain and rage getting closer to "Pain Packer" levels. Y/N, feeling his nen shifting, runs to his side, touching the wound and activating Y/N's nen ability "Sharing is Caring: refocus energy." The pain in his side disappears (along with his anger). Y/N winces as the sensation travels to their own body before standing up to face the attackers and runs straight into the fray with no sign of their usual fun self. Upon touching any of the other combatants, the pain that Y/N had taken on from Feitan is sent through the attacker's body, paralyzing their legs with the sudden pain long enough to finish them off with Y/N's short blade. Then returning to Feitan and applies basic first aid until Machi can arrive to fix his wound properly. Feitan had seen Y/N use manipulation nen in smaller ways prior, but their efficiency when they stops playing around is quite impressive.

Knowing that Y/N is willing to take on the pain of other troupe members into their smalle

body, no matter how big or small the damage, impresses Feitan.  After that event, he starts to see Y/N differently, noticing the smaller ways they help the Spider. Taking on Pakunoda's headaches, relieving Nobunaga's muscle strains after over-practicing, gently bandaging Kalluto's many small papercuts. And always with a smile or witty remark, though it meant that Y/N was almost constantly in some amount of phantom pain to keep the whole Spider free of it.

Slowly, very slowly, he is less annoyed to constantly be paired with Y/N. The chatter and friendliness with everyone doesnt seem so inane.  And eventually its almost....endearing?

This is how things went for years (cause happy feeling dont grow fast for Feitan) until he finds Y/N tending to their own leg wound after an arduous fight alone one night. Wordlessly he takes up the bloodied clothe and antiseptic bottle. "You were careless. Could have been killed. If I wasnt fast enough..." the end of the sentence hangs in the air until Feitan is done with the patch-up and he gently touches the bandage, remembering that first big fight. The realization strikes Y/N like a train. They smile in their usual sly way and ask "Sooooo, you'd miss me? If I wasnt alive?" In response Feitan clicks his tongue and glares, walking away murmuring something under his breath about "pain in my ass....idiot....cant believe I......" Y/N smiles big. It wasnt a No.

In my story, Y/N's nen ability "Sharing is Caring" works by manipulating feelings and energy. "Refocus energy" with pain works slightly like "pain packer" in that cant take a wound away itself, but they can take the pain and associated emotions into their own body, and unleash it on an enemy. However in "refocus energy" instead of the pain becoming a physical attack, it can basically shock the victim with the sudden pain and anger/fear/etc to give Y/N time to attack.

Thats why Y/N's mood was serious in that big fight, they were holding onto Feitans pain AND anger plus their own. Basically, Y/N was pissed off.

There are other levels to "Sharing is Caring:refocus energy" aside from just pain and fear; excitement, joy, passion, drunkenness, sorrow, etc.

And I think the contract trade off for such a versatile nen ability is that:

1: They need someone who has been hurt badly for the big attacks, Can't amplify the pain, just transfer it. They can stockpile pain from many small pains, but 1 papercut cant be turned into a big attack, but 1000 papercuts might.

2: They have to take the pain in their own body before using it. Y/N has trained their body to a high pain tolerance, but it doesnt mean they dont feel the pain, just that they can still function and fight through it.

"ASSISTANT"

-sfw (except if you interpret the ending as pre-capture). Workaholics need to take breaks too.

Jonathan sits in his old, high-backed chair at an ancient desk, working on his newest formula. The last one seems to have the unwanted side effect of killing his victims test subjects. Well, killing them too soon, anyway.

Finally having finished a draft of the new formula, Jonathan goes to take a sip from the cup of tea his assistant, Y/N, brought him. It's cold. He looks up at the dusty wall clock to find that 6 hours had passed since she brought it to him, warm at that time. It only felt like minutes had passed. Upon starting to think on how the brain misinterprets time during intense focus, Jonathans stomach growls, confirming the clock's timeliness.

Raising from his chair and stretching the crick in his back (being thrown into a pile of crates by a certain masked nuisance is such a killer on the vertibae) Jonathan heads towards the kitchen to look for sustenance. He tries to remember when the last time he had been to a grocery store. This week? Last week?

After reaching the fridge, Jonathan is disheartened to see an half-emptied container orange juice, milk, a few eggs of unknown age, and some butter. He shuts the fridge door, contemplating when he'd bought the eggs, when he sees it sitting on the kitchen table. A plate of biscuits with gravy, sausages, buttered toast, and hash browns. All wrapped in some cellophane. Next to it a note:

Professor C.,

Gone home for the night. Didn't want to disturb you. Hope this will suffice until I can go to the store for you tomarrow.

Y/N.

"Such a thoughtful girl" he mused, grabbing the plate and a fork to return to his office. She had proved to be a valuable asset in ways he had not expected. He had always been a very capable villain, but tends to become so focussed on his work, small things like food, sleep, and hygiene tend to fall from the schedule. But having her around to remind him that sleep is a bodily necessity, to cook meals, to look over his formulas for errors while he took a shower, eases the burden.

And she is agile enough to help in a fight. The Scarecrow rarely needed to fight (a spray of arisolized toxin was usually enough to get his point across) but there had been one or two times where a chemical delivery had gone sideways and having her around had kept a blade from getting put in his back.

Digging into a fork full of sausage, Jonathan started to think on an idea that had started to sound more enticing as time went on. An assistant during the day is fine, but at night the house feels quiet. He usually enjoys the solem and quite. But over the past year or so Y/N has been his assistant, the days she isnt working have become more noticeably quiet.

"Perhaps" Jonathan says, stairing decidedly at the now empty fork "its time to make her place here more....permanent. "

"Denial-Of-Feelings" Feitan Headcanons

-sfw, can be read as any gender.

Feitan Portor is intelligent, strong, fast, and cunning. But he is so emotionally stunted from growing up on the streets of Meteor City, he will bend over backwards to rationalize away his own feelings of attachment towards people. But there will be signs of his growing interest.

Feitan has a staring problem. He will just show up in doorways, watching you (more like lurking, really). He feels off around you, he cant decide if its a good feeling or bad feeling, but he has decided that he should keep an eye on you, just in case.

Feitan likes to read. A lot. So if he sees you reading a book (especially if he sees you read the same book repeatedly) it peaks his interest. He may even put it in his pocket if he sees it at a store (just slips it in his pocket, of course. He's not paying for it). Of course he'll never admit he's reading it because you read it last week. "Just coincidence."

He's okay at first aid, we know Machi is excellent at it. But if he can make you treat his wounds, he will. "Machi is busy." "You are closer." "Just fix it." The excuses are endless.

Feitan can be a bit possessive, so he'll be suspicious of anyone who is partnered alone with you if you are a spider (that's especially true for Hisoka). He hasn't figured out why seeing Hisoka teasingly lean his arm around your shoulders makes him feel gross and angry, but it does. And if a non-spider shows interest in you, they disappear quietly and quickly.

And if you laugh or smile in his direction, hes out of the room. Externally it might look like a cold shoulder and a scoff, but closer inspection would expose him pulling his cowl up to cover very pink cheeks.

"Welcome Home"

-sfw, when nobunaga arrives home from a mission.

Its already after sunset when Nobunaga comes home from a long travel with the troupe and flops down on the floor pillow next to the low table in the once-abandoned now-home Y/N shares with him in the outskirts of Meteor City. The troupe often travels by foot when entering or leaving Meteor City to avoid detection, and he is exhausted. Y/N doesnt appear at the clatter of setting his katana down or the loud sigh he let's out, how strange. She usually greets him as soon as he enters the old house. He (grumbling) get back up to look for her after a few minutes of rest for his poor, tired legs.

"Hey! I'm back! Where are you?!" he shouts out to the small house. Even knowing she wouldnt know what time exactly he would be returning, he was still annoyed that Y/N may be out when he is returning home just to her (nighttime in Meteor City could be dangerous, so he always told Y/N that she should not leave the house without him or Uvogin with her at night.)

Nobunaga makes his way down the hall off the main room to an office he had allowed Y/N to turn into her own small studio, the only room in the hall with a light peaking through a crack in the door as he approaches. He slides the door open loudly, but stops short at seeing Y/N, asleep on the old, squishy sofa that was covered in various quilts and blankets to make it even softer. It appears she has fallen asleep reading one of the books Nobunaga had stolen brought back from a mission just for her. A book about a blooming romance between a rōnin and a princess in ancient times. Hes not one for mushy love stories usually, but something about that book had made him think Y/N might.

His annoyance dissipates at seeing her napping form. She always has that affect on him, like his own delicate oasis in a storm of chaos. Her frame is soft and delicate compared to his. Her hands are not calloused from years of battle. She still finds reasons to hum or sing while she goes about her day. When he is home he can pretend at a normal life, if only between missions. His own tiny bit of selfishness apart from the Spider.

He quietly walks over to Y/N, running his hand over her cheek until her eyes open. His lips curl up into a small smile as he finally gets to hear the one thing he has been longing for the past few weeks away...

"Nobu, welcome home."