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Fandoms

One Piece

My Hero Academia

Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Alien Stage

Percy Jackson

Stranger Things

Characters

one piece;

almost everyone lmao,,,

the older characters (Garp, Rayleigh, Roger, etc) are platonic familial only tho!! (but i may not write for them idk)

so just ask!

mha;

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugou Katsuki

Todoroki Shouto

Kirishima Eijirou

Kaminari Denki

Shinsou Hitoshi

Yaoyorozu Momo

Jirou Kyouka

Uraraka Ochako

Ashido Mina

Toga Himiko

Dabi

Shigaraki Tomura

Aizawa Shouta (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL ONLY)

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL ONLY)

plus probably more i can't think of rn 💔

kny;

Tomioka Giyuu

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Rengoku Kyoujurou

Uzui Tengen

Iguro Obanai

Kanroji Mitsuri

Shinazugawa Genya

Kamado Tanjirou

Agatsuma Zenitsu

Hashibira Inosuke

Kamado Nezuko (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL ONLY)

Tokitou Muichirou (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL ONLY)

Akaza

jjk;

Gojo Satoru

Getou Suguru

Ieiri Shoko

Fushiguro Megumi

Itadori Yuuji

Okkotsu Yuuta

Kugisaki Nobara

alnst;

Ivan

Till

Luka

Hyuna

pjo;

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Nico di Angelo

Leo Valdez

Jason Grace

Piper McLean

Thalia

Frank Zhang

Hazel Levesque (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL ONLY)

st;

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Max Mayfield

Jane/El Hopper

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL ONLY)

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

all the PLATONIC/FAMILIAL ONLY are because I can't see myself writing them in a romantic/queerplatonic sense 💔

DO'S & DON'T'S

do's

(major) character death(s)

third/second person pov

kissing

angst, fluff, fluff and angst

gore

any type of queer relationships!

polyamory

male character x male/gender neutral/genderqueer reader

female character x female/gender neutral/genderqueer reader

+ more

don't's

heavy gore

nsfw

pro/darkship

omegaverse

any type of pregnancy

female character x male reader

male character x female reader

+ probably more that I'll add later

pro/darkship

DNI

My Tags!

apollo's reblogs <3 = my reblogs

apollo writes <3 = my writing

filled request <3 = requested works

from my brain <3 = non requested works

there probably will be more tags idk

When Deuce had waved him over that day at the bar, a handsome man looking at him next to his friend, he didn't know what he would be in for. Finding himself a beautifully handsome boyfriend was not on his list of things to have before he died.

And yet, there he was, his pretty boyfriend next to him, asleep.

It'd been two years now that they've been together. Two years of pure happiness with him. They've had their ups and downs— as do any healthy relationship according to Deuce. But they always came out of these stronger together, so really there was nothing to complain about.

Next to him, [Name] stirred in his sleep, eyes fluttering open and close every few moments, nose scrunched up as he awoke. Ace propped himself up on his elbow slowly and he looked at his boyfriend wake up.

"Good morning, handsome~" He cooed as he watched [Name] stretch his body.

"Morning," [Name's] word was almost swallowed up by his yawn. "How long have you been awake?"

Ace went to play with [Name's] hair. "Not too long. Just enough to know that breakfast is almost ready."

"And you didn't run to the kitchen? Wow, Ace! What restrain!" [Name] laughed as Ace went to pinch his cheeks.

"Shut up! I always show restrain!"

[Name] grinned at him, his face split in the most beautiful smile Ace could ever wish to see. He wet his lower lip out of habit and bent his head to kiss [Name's] forehead.

"I love you," he whispered on his forehead.

He felt as his boyfriend melted in his touch, a soft sigh leaving him. "I love you too."

"Let's have breakfast in bed." Ace suddenly said, his lips leaving [Name's] forehead. "I'm sure I can have Thatch give us breakfast early in bed."

[Name] shook his head and chuckled. "I doubt it. Last time we tried that, everyone else complained about it for the next month!"

Groaning, Ace slumped on his back. "Who cares about that! I want to eat breakfast in bed with my boyfriend! Is that too much to ask?"

"For the others? Yes. I wouldn't mind it, but I don't exactly want everyone else to be moody."

"Okayy. But I'm not happy!"

[Name] tilted his head to the side, eyes blinking up at him cutely. Fuck he was so cute. He put his hands on the other's cheeks and leaned back in to kiss him, this time on the lips.

[Name] hummed, content. Ace felt the same, his stomach and heart fluttering with love and happiness.

Deuce wasn't faring well. He'd lost his best friend, and he was slowly losing his brother.

Deuce and [Name] had met just an hour before [Name] met the captain. They'd hit it off instantly, their conversations flowing steady. And Deuce had seen the look that [Name] had when he first saw Ace. He was mesmerized. He'd snickered and called Ace over, unknowingly setting them up for a real relationship.

In the four days before they left the island where they met, Deuce had to bear witness to the growing affection between his captain and his new friend. He was glad when [Name] took the offer and came aboard their ship.

Deuce knocked on the door for the fourth time, a trembling sigh leaving him as he waited. He knew that the door won't open, he'd been trying to get [Name] to open the door for days. So he was surprised when the door opened ajar.

There, in the small open slit, stood [Name], his eyes hollow, and his face pale. He looked like a ghost.

"[Name]..." Deuce rasped out.

[Name's] eyes locked into his own. A shiver ran down Deuce's spine.

"What is it?" [Name] murmured, no power in his voice.

"Marco wants to talk to you. He said it was important."

[Name's] brows furrowed, a silent question.

"I don't know what he wants, but please [Name]. Just– Just come out for a little bit. He said it was important."

[Name] bit his lip, a nervous habit he'd picked up when he was younger, worrying at the fraying skin, making his lip sting. He nodded.

"Fine," his voice came out small. "Lead the way."

Deuce sighed in relief, and watched as [Name] shuffled out his room.

Not many of them had their own rooms, but ever since the Spade Pirates had been together, Ace had had his own room. So really it was no surprise to anyone on the crew when [Name] moved in three weeks after he'd embarked on their ship.

And ever since Marineford, [Name] had come back to their quarters, and had not come out of it once.

As Deuce dropped him off to where Marco was, he scanned over the other. He was wearing one of Ace's flannels, one of the only ones he used to say should never be stolen by [Name]. But with him gone, Deuce guessed it was alright.

"I'll leave you two, then." Deuce said as he looked from [Name] to Marco, exchanging a nod with the latter.

Hopefully it'll be good for him.

---

[Name] watched Deuce's retreating back, his hands clenching and unclenching. He wondered what Marco wanted that was so important.

He turned towards Marco.

"[Name]—" the man started, his eyes not quite meeting his. He shifted in his place. "I know this is probably not the right time, but I don't think there ever will be."

"Marco, just– just get on with it."

Marco sighed and went to fish out a letter from his pocket, along with a small red and black box. [Name's] heart stopped for a second.

"Here. I don't know how to say it, so– just read this." He handed him the letter.

With delicate rough fingers, [Name] took the letter from his hand. He swallowed dry as he unfolded the piece of paper.

In a messy handwriting was written; DO NOT READ!!

Marco told me to write down how I want to say it. And by God am I going to try.

This is weird. But anyway!

[Name], I have a confession to make. Ever since I asked you to be with me, I have been thinking about this.

I've been thinking about passing eternity with you—

[Name] inhaled sharply, his eyes stinging. Was this–? He shook his head and kept on reading.

—with you, and all this to say.

Fuck, no not like this!

I love you, [Name]

I love you so much that I can't imagine a life without you

So, if you'd have me

Will you marry me?

A loud sob sounded in the room, tears flowing down freely from his cheeks, his chin wet. His hands gripped the paper so tight it could rip, but all [Name] wanted was to never see these words again. To never have to think of them. To erase them from his mind.

Because– Because Ace asked him to marry him.

And he never got to say yes.

Marco stood next to him, his hands hoovering over his shoulders, not knowing what to do. He then settled to give him the small red and black box.

[Name] took it and opened it. He knew exactly what was in the box, and he was proven right as his eyes landed on a small and thin circular band, golden in colour and a small engraved flame in the inside.

"He–He–" [Name] stuttered, his eyes glassy and his vision blurry. "He was going to propose."

Marco's jaw clenched and he closed his eyes. "Yes," he only said. There was nothing else to say.

Sanji and you ran around the streets of Water Seven, as you searched the areas where you had seen her last. Yet there was no trace of her. As if she'd just disappeared out of thin air.

'Please, Robin. Please.'

When nothing came of it, Sanji had to hold you down from threatening every person you saw that could potentially know something. She just couldn't have left you.

And then, in the dead of night, Sanji and you heard of what was happening.

Robin was doing all of this for you, for your crew. For Nakama.

Tears spilled more as you thought back to your last encounter with Robin. Her closed off expression and cold tone, all pointed to indifference. But there was the small twitch of her fingers, the sweat that you had seen starting to build up down her neck. She was doing this for you.

Sanji held you as you cried, tears of regret and uncertainty going down your cheeks. Sniffling a few more times, you straightened and strengthened yourself. You had a crewmate to save.

The whole ride from Water 7 to Enies Lobby was... something.

Usopp's disguise as 'Sniper King' was funny, but the implication behind it made your heart ache. The whole thing between him and Luffy was saddening.

And then you fought the CP agents, all the way till CP9's car.

Robb Lucci made your skin crawl and blood boil. He was a despicable man and all you wanted to do was kill him, kill him kill him kill him kill him.

When the door leading to the car before you opened and out came Usopp and Robin, your breath caught in your throat. She looked dead on her feet, her eyes red rimmed and her hair a mess.

"Robin!" you exclaimed.

Her head whipped to you in an instant. She looked in horror at you. You were laying on your side, blood going down your lip and chin after having bit it too hard. You must have looked terrible, you thought, as she looked pained at seeing you.

You were still staring at her even as she kept on saying 'you shouldn't be here, you should have left' over and over. She looked just as mesmerizing as usual, even in her current state.

And then she was gone again. And there was no one to stare at.

When you all arrived at Enies Lobby, you knew, even more than ever, that you would come out of there with Robin, even if it killed you. And with the rest of the crew there, it was going to be easy.

When you all found yourselves up on one of the roofs, looking upwards at Robin, all you could do was grin, a determined look in your eyes.

"I want to live! Take me with you! Get me out of here!"

Robin cried out, her eyes looking in each one of yours. They stared in yours for longer.

You'd made it. She was coming back to you, the crew, and all this will be over.

The following fights were rough, all of you having to look for the right key to uncuff her, and all CP9 agents now had devil fruits. Great.

The end fight was brutal, but it was *over*. The Going Merry had saved you, Robin was with you, and everything was good.

[Name] and Dustin have known each other for a few years now. But they had not become real friends until Dustin's first year of high school.

[Name] was in his last year, and could not wait to leave this shit town that was Hawkins. But he knew that he'd miss some of its people. Mainly Dustin, his little shit of a friend that he saw as his little brother, (not that he'd admit that to him, no. He had a reputation to hold!).

The reason why the two had finally become friends was because of Hellfire Club. [Name] was friends with some of the members, and had finally been convinced to join the club in his junior year. Now a year later, [Name] introduced Dustin, Mike and Lucas to the club.

The three freshmen were excited. Finally they could make new friends! Although, [Name] knew that they would always miss Will as their cleric.

The sun was covered by clouds, leaves falling from the trees, the air humid. It was well and truly October. [Name] liked spooky season, and could not wait for the annual Halloween party that one of the now senior was going to throw.

"[Naaaamee]! Come. On!" Dustin dragged [Name] around the school, the latter yawning and blinking away the last remnants of sleep.

It was early in the morning. Too early in [Name]'s opinion. How Dustin had this much energy at 7:30 something am was still a mystery to him.

The two arrived at the Hellfire Club's usual meeting point, behind the theatre, away from everyone. They were the first ones here.

Rolling his eyes, [Name] plopped himself in a chair, nearly sliding off of it. "Why did we say yes to having a club meeting this early in the morning?" [Name] groaned, a yawn threatening to come out.

Dustin huffed. "You also agreed. And it's not my fault you decided to sleep late!"

"I–" a yawn finally escaped him, making him cover his mouth– "I didn't want to. But everyone else said yes."

Dustin rolled his eyes. "Come on man! It's Hellfire! And you love Club meetings!"

Groaning, [Name] slid down his designated chair even more. Before he could complain some more, Mike, Lucas, Gareth and Jeff all entered with a bang of the doors.

"Where's Eddie?" Mike asked, eyes scanning the room.

"Hello to you too, Michael."

Wheeler rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, hello Dustin."

"He should be here any minute now. You guys know how he is," [Name] made jazz hands movements, trying to evoke the 'theatrics' of their Dungeon Master.

And, as if on cue, some rock music started to play as the doors to the back of the theatre opened, and in entered Eddie Munson, as he bobbed his head to the music. "Ah! You're all here! Great."

"May the game begin!"

---

It was an hour later, way past 8:30 that they'd finally called their game to an end, as their classes were about to begin.

Dustin and [Name] were 'arguing' about the other’s actions in the game, up until [Name] took Dustin by the shoulders and started rubbing the other’s hat and hair.

"[NAME]!" Dustin cried out, laughter ringing from his throat as he tried to get the older boy off of him.

Not listening to him, [Name] continued on his endeavor to annoy the little shit, who'd not only called him a wimp, but also said that his dice throw was shit.

"Take back what you said, and maybe I'll let you go!" He laughed out, his left hand ruffling the other’s hair into a mess.

"NEVER! And do you know how long it took me to do my hair?!"

Bursting into a louder fit of laughter, [Name] was about to continue, when a cough caught his attention.

"Mister Henderson and Mister [Last Name]. What are you two doing out of class?"

'Oh shit.' the two thought, glancing at each other.

"Sorry, sir. We're heading to our classes right now!"

The professor huffed and left, leaving the two friends in an empty corridor.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, before going into another fit of laughter and giggles.

"Shou?" Hizashi walked by the hallway, not sparing a second to even glance at the plain wooden door that lined the wall.

"Hm?" Shouta looked up from his morning coffee, his eyes dark, accompanied by deep dark circles under them.

"We're gonna be late," Hizashi said, as he shuffled to put on his shoes, his hair not in its usual hairdo.

Puffing out a breath, Shouta downed his coffee, and followed in his fiance's steps.

"Who decided it was a good idea to do crime this early in the morning?" Shouta grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose, as the two made their way to their car.

Hizashi went to the driver's seat while Shouta went to the right.

"I guess evil-doers never sleep!" Hizashi chuckled, starting up the car and making sure that they were both buckled in. "Shou!" he exclaimed, pointedly looking at his fiance. "For someone who always thinks logically, you'd think you'd put on your seatbelt." He sighed dramatically, his shoulders slumping. He shook his head.

Shouta rolled his eyes half-heartedly. "It's not a long ride. And there's never much traffic at this time of day."

"Still! You're a hero, Shouta! You should show some care about your safety!"

The two bickered back and forth the whole ride, with Shouta having (reluctantly) put on his seatbelt.

It wasn't unusual for the couple to bicker in the morning, especially when Shouta didn't have time to make himself another cup of coffee. But the two liked the familiarity of it. They knew that neither of them was really mad at the other. It was all friendly bickering, in the end.

The building they had all decided to meet up at wasn't very far away from their apartment. When they got out of the car, and mounted the stairs leading up to the conference room, (who had the idea of not making an elevator in this big building?), the couple finally arrived at their destination.

Shouta went towards the detective on the case while Hizashi went to change in his Hero Outfit.

"Detective," he said, his voice low and monotone.

"Eraserhead," the detective greeted back.

"Is everyone here?" Shouta's eyes glanced around, looking at all the Pros that had come to this raid.

"We were just waiting for you two."

————

Shit!

Eraserhead silently slid inside the compound, his feet light as feathers as he went around, following the sound of people going down. And by the looks of it, they were Heroes.

Once again, Shit.

They had miscalculated royally. The criminals that they had intel on were supposed to be just that criminals. But instead, they were like seasoned villains.

Either the person who told them lied, (which was unlikely, as Detective Tsukaushi was on the case). Or their intel was lied to.

Which made him have more questions than answers.

Who were they really against. And what did they want.

"Guys?" Someone called through the comms. "We have a problem."

"I'm on my way," Eraserhead responded, as he was the closest to Midnight.

Just rounding a corner, eyes flaring red, Eraserhead arrived at Midnight's location.

"What's the situation?"

Sighing, she looked at him with a sorrowful look in her eyes, her lips in a thin line. "Come and look inside." She said, gesturing towards a room.

Brows furrowed, quirk still active, Eraserhead slowly and tactically made his way inside.

His hair lowered at light speed, his eyes going back to it's normal dark brown colour. And suddenly, he understood what had made Midnight have this look in her eyes.

There was a child, not older than 10, shying away from the noise, from the fighting. And holy shit was Eraserhead angry.

He schooled his anger, and tried to put on his gentle and caring face on. He squated down a few meters away from the child.

"Hey, there kid."

The child's eyes widened, their lips trembling. No, their whole body trembling. He could hear their laboured breathing, a wet sound coming from inside them. Shit.

The silence rang in his ears, his eyes looking in an undefined direction, in a daze. His thoughts were incomprehensible. They were just flashes of images, memories.

The Kr- the Invasion was a long time ago now. Junior had settled in well with the family, and [NAME] couldn't be more than happy!

But sometimes, the thoughts couldn't leave him alone. The flashes of a purple sky, of the look in his big brother's eyes.

"-ME]? [NAME]?"

A hand was on his shoulder, the reassuring three fingers of one of his brothers calming him down.

"[NAME]! Raph was looking for you! Is everything ok?"

Oh, he thought. How long had he been spaced out?

"I'm fine, Raph. Don't worry." He replied, his beak twitching lightly, giving his older brother a small smile.

Raph's eye softened. "Do you need a hug?" he asked, sitting down next to his little brother.

"I'm ok, Raph. I promise." His eyes were still clouded, but the fact that his big brother was here made him feel better. He was ok. Raph was ok. Leo was ok. Don was ok. And Mikey was ok.

They were all ok.

"You sure you don't want Big Bro Raphie's awesome hug?" Raph asked, lightly nudging the other with his elbow.

[NAME] giggled softly, feigning being hurt. He put his hands up, the six fingers showing light scars. "Yeah, yeah. Ok. I wouldn't mind a Big Bro Raphie hug."

Raph positionned himself to be in a better angle to hug his brother, his big arms gently wrapping around the smaller turtle's sides.

[NAME] sighed, nuzzling in his big brother's neck as Raph pulled him upwards to make them both comfortable.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Raph asked, his voice not above a whisper.

[NAME] exhaled, putting his face even closer to Raph's neck. He shook his head.

"Ok," Raph spoke after a few seconds of silence.

[NAME] liked that. Liked that he didn't have to talk, that his brothers wouldn't push him to.

A few minutes later, Raph could feel [NAME]'s breathing evening out, becoming more and more gentle. He had fallen asleep.

Good, Raph won't have to force him to go to sleep. Raph thought, smiling down softly, his one eye closing to relax.

An hour later, Leo, Donnie and Mikey found their two brothers all cozy and sleeping, and decided to have a turtle cuddle pile. They took out some blankets and pillows and made themselves comfortable and all five brothers fell asleep.