Happiness Will Come To You.

i saw that you write for MHA i was wondering if you could write about one of the LOV (preferably shiggy or dabi) finding Eri before the heros did and raising her?

I loved this request so much I almost wanted to make it an au but I promised myself I wouldn’t do that unless I was gonna make an AO3 account. (A//N: I AM SO SORRY I MISINTERPRETED THIS AS HEADCANONS AND NOT STORY I WILL WRITE A SMALL DRABBLE FOR YOU AS SOON AS I FIND THE TIME AND I WILL TAG YOU I AM SO SORRY)

Honestly as wrapped up as Dabi has been in his quest to destroy his father I don’t think he would care much about Eri herself. 

Definitely would have her use her quirk on him to see what all the damage can be reversed and as an excuse to push himself even further. 

Like make no mistake I’m as big a fan of Dabi being a good brother as everyone else but realistically it won’t happen. 

I do think he would grow to care for Eri, however. 

In his own selfish way. 

Shigaraki, however, is another story. 

Listen, I 100% believe that Shigaraki would project his younger self onto Eri. 

However if this is pre getting his shit together by slipping further away from the light Shigaraki he would have no clue how to take care of someone else that isn’t himself. 

Definitely would shove her off into the hands of Kurogiri with an order to look after the girl. 

Which Kurogiri would complain about but still do very well! 

But if you want to shift the timeline around a bit for your bidding and have a more serious Shigaraki then he would take Eri on as AFO did for himself. 

Whether this is good or not is another story entirely and completely up for interpretation!

Shigaraki would see to it that Eri develops her powers and would definitely be feeding her some LOV propaganda about heroes (though let's be honest he has some genuine criticisms that I love to see addressed in the plot). 

Overall I don’t think he’d be a father figure to her so much as an older brother figure. 

He would tease and taunt her often, not always with any malicious intent but trying to mimic the relationship he once had with his sister. 

Kurogiri would be left to do the brunt of the actual raising when it comes to Eri and I full-heartedly believe he would do a fantastic job of it. Most likely he would categorize raising Eri as following Shigaraki’s orders and by extension the orders of AFO to look after Shigaraki’s development. 

Shigaraki can’t raise a child by himself and run the league, now could he? No. So obviously Kurogiri is doing his job!

I think Toga would be the most excited at the prospect of another girl in the league. Especially one that would be easy for her to befriend. Definitely put on babysitting duty often. 

Toga would be the one to introduce Eri to more girly things like painting nails and doing hair. Though Kurogiri would have to keep an eye on them to make sure Toga doesn’t get too carried away and try to take a little blood. 

Eri would definitely grow up to be a biter if she was raised by the league. 

You have to be just a little unhinged to survive there. Let's be real here.

I just wanna post a new fic. No i don’t wanna have to write it lol

I Kissed A Girl

June Egbert x Reader

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“So you’ve never been kissed like a girl before?” You asked. Sitting next to you on the sofa June flushed up to her ears. She had just started to grow her hair out now, the dark strands only brushing the tops of her shoulders. Now she was twisting the strands around her fingers nervously. 

“Is… Is there a difference?” She asked with wide blue eyes looking at you. 

No.

“Absolutely.”

You were a filthy liar. 

“Really?”

“Yes!” You assured her knowing you were lying through your teeth. You’d been friends with June since you were both children and you’d had a crush on her for almost as long. When she’d begun her transition you had made it your mission in life to be her number one supporter. It didn’t change your feelings for her. Actually you were pretty sure it only made them worse. Watching her experience things for the first time; makeup, cute clothes, stuffed animals, heels, and finding her name. It felt special. Sacred. Like she was sharing this with you because you were important to her. You’d fallen so ridiculously harder Karkat had actually laughed at you once. Now you were playing dirty. But you had Karkat to blame for it. He’d told you if you liked June so much you should just kiss her. So this whole thing was his fault. Now here you were ready to do whatever it took to get that kiss. Poor June had no idea. 

“What’s it like?” She asked and you seized the chance immediately.

“Want me to show you?” You asked, placing a hand on her thigh as you leaned forward. June turned an even darker shade of red as she stared at you completely speechless. Oh, you were going to hell. Paving the way with the trick you were pulling on your innocent friend. Unfortunately you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. She had lip gloss on, its wet surface catching the light and tempting you further. According to June it tasted like strawberries. You’d never had a craving for strawberries so bad until she told you that. When she bit her lip nervously- you loved those dorky bunny teeth, not even braces had been able to get rid of them- you nearly snapped. But you’d been testing the waters for this for months. You could be patient. You had to be. 

So you waited. 

“I- um. Oh wow.” She giggled nervously, laugh turning into a snort, “That’s a funny one!”

“I’m not joking.” You replied, her laughter cut off abruptly, “Do you want me to show you?”

“Oh.” She froze eyes darting between your steady gaze and your lips. You had to fight the urge to smile. 

“Well?”

“Do you… Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

You replied perhaps a tad too eagerly but it was true. You’d been wanting to kiss her since you were both knobby kneed tweens. Her eyes kept flickering over your face, unable to choose where to look. Her lips were slightly parted and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t clinging onto threads to keep from just kissing her without permission.

“Okay.” She spoke after what felt like an eternity, “How do we..?” 

Her voice trailed off as you slid a hand through her curls, gently cupping the back of her head. You leaned forward slowly, keeping your eyes open to make sure if she looked uncomfortable you wouldn’t miss it, but all you found was her steadily reddening face. Leaning into her space you could feel the breaths she took on your own lips. 

“Just like this.” You told her before finally pressing her lips together. Unable to look away, you watched her eyes flutter shut. Her lip gloss was sticky as it clung to your own lips. The feeling of it slick and sweet. Your tongue darted out to lick along the seam of her lips. 

She was right. It did taste like strawberries. 

Your tongue licked along her bottom lip, teeth tugging the flesh playfully. June’s lips parted just slightly, the suction of her gasping all the invitation you needed. Her moan caught you off guard. Tongue deep as you were, the vibration went straight to your arousal. As you pulled back she tried to follow and you couldn’t help but to smile. 

“Why’d you stop?” She asked when she realized you weren’t leaning back in. 

“Because if I don’t I’ll do a lot more.” You replied. Your heart was in your throat. The thought of being rejected buzzing loud. 

June was silent for a long moment simply staring. 

And then-

“Why’d you stop?”

Thank you to everyone slowly trickling into my inbox with requests. I love you all even if it's taking me literal years to get shit posted. I love being able to pop into my inbox and see more requests its honestly so fun. I'm slowly working on your guys' requests when I get the free time so keep sending more!

So far I've been working on:

Professor Kukui smut. Not an x reader but honestly it's such a lovingly detailed absolutely filthy request I can't wait to get it posted.

Standoffish!Reader x Gamzee

Marvus x Reader fluff. It's so sweet guys!

Mallek x Reader one-shot. Not specified the ask just says "Mallek x Reader pls?".

TMNT!Mikey x Artist!Reader

Platonic!Quicksilver x Reader. ANON IDK YOU BUT WE ARE KISSING. KISSING I TELL YOU.

Nightcrawler x Reader request that was literally just "I'm here to enable you. Give me a Nightcrawler x Reader so indulgent you wouldn't even show your friends." I think it is the same anon who sent the platonic Quicksilver request and I want you to know we're married now. The honeymoon draws near. I am signing over all my wordly assets amen.

Fandom Masterlist

Ah fuck here we go. Trying to keep this up to date will be an adventure.

HOMESTUCK

FRIENDSIM/PESTERQUEST

TRANSFORMERS

MARVEL

616 MARVEL

DC

SONIC (plot twist I adore my fast boy and friends)

POKEMON

STAR TREK

ARCANE

STAR WARS

THE ARCANA

LOTR

TMNT

X-MEN

HETALIA

SUPERNATURAL

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA (not confident in this one but I've read the Manga and watched the anime so...)

FNAF

SHERLOCK

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

Do you have a rules page or a list of fandoms you write for? ^^

Oh, and do you still write for Homestuck/Hiveswap? ♡

Hey! Yes I do. Rules page is here: https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652307814891536384/faqs

and here is my unfinished list of fandoms I write for! If you don't see a fandom you want on here feel free to just ask because most likely chance is that I forgot it lol: https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652309028149592064/fandom-masterlist

And yes! I do still write for both Homestuck and Hiveswap! Thank you so much for asking. If you have any other questions or anything else feel free to ask, I promise to answer as soon as I can!

Tagora Gorjek x Reader

He ran at a temperature best described as lukewarm, it was always the first thing you were reminded of when you spent time with him. He wasn’t the coldest of the trolls you knew of course. Granted, neither of you got to do so as much as you’d have liked. He was a busy troll and you had your own things to stress over. Your chats and gossip were usually reserved for facetime on whatever app or device happened to be handy. Tagora had a strict schedule and while yours was more hectic due to family matters he always made time to talk. But luckily for you both of you had found the time to hang out in person again. It was a breath of fresh air- even if the pampering made you squirm. You knew that Tagora liked having a ‘spa buddy’ but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad for him spending all that money on you. As much as he made up a big deal about your debt to him you also knew him well enough now to know he was full of shit. He was throwing prices out there and not keeping track of what you owed at all. That and he wouldn’t let you pay him back even when you did have the money. He liked spoiling you for some asinine reason though you were getting better at returning the favor. 

Like now. A bottle of iridescent teal tail polish and that Starbucks he liked so much sitting on the little bedside table and a couple of ridiculously fluffy bathrobes- it’d been a dent to your wallet but that was fine really- you were finally going to hang out together. You’d both planned this day weeks in advance and Tagora hadn’t shut up about all the new products he wanted to try with you. Some of it you’d looked up and nearly had a heart attack at the prices. You knew you shouldn’t have checked the prices on the products because it always led to you being anxious about using them but there were a few troll products humans couldn’t use without consequences and you liked to be careful. Luckily Tagora was almost as vigilant as you when it came to products. Which was why you were both reclined on the human bed he’d gotten just for the two of you, your skin was so silky smooth now it felt like you’d gotten rid of a years worth of grime. It also smelled nice- certainly not as strong as most human products were. Just a faint scent that you wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the sheer amount of it you’d both used. Somewhere in Tagora’s hive you could hear Ferret dad scuttling around and the soft sound of Tagora breathing. The bed shifted and you opened an eye to watch him grab his Starbucks from the table and sit up slightly. He looked peaceful laying back with you and drinking that sugary monstrosity. The rigid way he usually help himself had melted away to loose shoulders and half lidded eyes. They were filling out more with teal lately- an indicator of an adult molt coming up. He’d mentioned it a couple of times asking you to check in on his lusus when the molt hit and make sure nothing in his fridge rotted. That bit of biology lesson had been enlightening as well as deeply disturbing. It also saddened you to think Ferret dad would be leaving to find a new charge soon. Reaching over you grabbed Tagora’s free hand and gave it a squeeze. His lips twitched around his straw as he squeezed back. This was your favorite part of your spa days, just relaxing together. Being able to reach out and hold hands when you wanted to. He gave you a gentle tug as he leaned back over to set his drink on the table. When he settled again there was that familiar sly grin- sharp teeth poking out from behind black lips- that told you he had some sort of juicy gossip to share with you. 

“You won’t believe what I overheard the other day.” He started, voice hushed with glee. Oh, you thought with your own smile, this was going to be good. 

Lights Part 2

It’s been a few months since your encounter with Boldir, you won’t say ‘chance’ because it had been arranged, and you’ve been simply continuing with your life. As it turns out Boldir lives in a little apartment downtown not too far from the bakery you frequent. She’d seen you going there and recognized you, apparently it was Mallek and Dirk’s cyberstalking that led her to seek you out officially. You aren’t sure if you should feel grateful for their paranoia and less than morally applaudable methods bringing Boldir back into your life. It’s not as if you’re happy those two are stalking you but you are happy to have a friend back. It sits on the back burner of things you worry about- not so much a pressing thought as a pop up. 

The two of you have slowly been getting to know each other again. Outside of his control you aren’t the same person that Boldir was familiar with, and even she has changed outside of Alternia’s influence. Some things remain unchanging, such as her fashion sense and love of conspiracies but its noticeably not driven by a need to survive. She’s more relaxed. Though there will always be that part of both of you that is still on guard against threats. That’s willing to do the morally dubious to survive. It’s an unspoken acknowledgement between the two of you. There’s blood strewn between you from what you’ve both done in Alternia’s harsh nights to sleep through another harsher day. You don’t think any one of your neighbors or any manner of people you’ve interacted with understand it the same way Boldir does. Or any of your old friends do. You know that no one would suspect you capable of half the things you did. Some nights you still wake up with horror numbing your body and terror screaming at you to move. Those are the nights you make yourself something strong to wake up to and settle in for feeling like shit through the entirety of the day. To say you’re working through it is a hopeful mantra. You hope that there will be a day these feelings will be but a distant memory. As it is you’re wide awake and nursing a coffee like it’ll burn your unsavory memories away with enough exposure. You’d decided to go to the mall today since you hadn’t been in some time. Mostly you were just looking for a way to kill time. Sitting on a bench watching the other mall goers flit about you were starting to regret your decision. Everything here was just making you feel worse and even more exposed. What you wanted to do was crawl your way under your blankets and stay there. Getting up you tossed your drink into the nearest trashcan and went looking for the right exit. You had to pass one of the little mall theatres and suddenly stopped. Now wasn’t the time to miss her. And yet you were frozen remembering the taste of popcorn and the comforting darkness as the credits rolled. Of her hand in yours. It had been a while since you had an episode so bad you missed Polypa like one might miss a limb. The breath you took rattled through you thinly and you knew you had to get out of there before you got any worse. It took a conscious effort not to break out into a dead run. Instead you were walking briskly, eyes glued to your own feet, as you rushed towards the exit. You tried hard not to bump into anyone but even so you still managed to do it. Just a clipping of shoulders and elbows. Head shooting up you went to apologize only for the air to leave your lungs entirely. 

She looked wonderful, black cargo shorts and her signature tank top. The chip in her horn was still there but it wasn’t the jagged wound of your memories- instead it looked tended to. The edges softened to keep it from being so glaringly obvious. Her hair was still the messy black you came to appreciate but this time it had a sort of neatness to it. Polypa looked right at home. Tongue tied you could only stare with wide and disbelieving eyes. There was movement out of the corner of your eye- slow and deliberate- but you only had eyes for your moirail. Or rather, former moirail. A hand carefully hovered near your cheek and you could feel the tears stinging against the corners of your eyes. Her lips pulled taut into a thin line and her hand pressed firmly against your jaw. Then her other hand came up to do the same. There was the rustle of plastic and you were vaguely aware of the bag dangling from her arm as her hands cupped your face. As she took a small step closer. 

“Polypa?” Your voice cracked and you shut your mouth with a click of teeth. She wasn’t your moirail anymore. She wasn’t. It didn’t make you want to collapse against her any less. The harsh lines of her brows seemed to soften at that as she carefully guided you closer and you had to wonder exactly how pitiful you must have looked. 

“Where’s your scuttlebuggy?” She asked quietly. Your shoulders trembled. 

“I walked.” The walk had seemed like a good idea at the time. A way to clear your head. Now it seemed like the worst decision you ever made. 

“Okay.” She was wrapping an arm around you so tightly you were forced to walk pressed flush against her side. A protest bubbled up your throat and promptly died on your tongue when you saw the few trolls scattered about blatantly staring. Against you Polypa’s chest rumbled with the hint of a warning growl. You were reminded of all the times you’d been in a similar situation back on Alternia, though those times you’d been the one doing the comforting. Had Polypa ever been given the chance to return the favor? There was that first time but you’d been so out of it he’d stolen your words and warped them to fit the narrative. The realization helped sober you just a bit. This was the first time she was seeing you break. The real you. Your entire body shuddered as the realization settled into your mind. This was it. If Polypa didn’t like what she saw it was over. The comforting memories of the two of you together would be overshadowed by this. This simple but momentous moment. Your tears were finally getting to the point of blurring your vision as the two of you exited the mall. She was warm, you thought to yourself, not the same warmth a human would give off but warmer than you remembered. And she was still tugging you along pressed tight and held firmly in her grip. How the two of you managed to walk all the way back to your house you weren’t sure. It seemed as if one minute you were walking away from the mall and the next minute Polypa was taking your house key out of your fumbling fingers to open the door herself. Again you could feel a protest bubbling up. A warning that she had to leave now because you couldn’t handle it if all this amounted to was you getting your hopes up. As she shut and locked your door behind you both the words stilled in waiting on your lips. 

Why had she locked your door?

“Force of habit, come here.” She replied forcefully, you hadn’t even realized you’d asked her that out loud. As Polypa gathered you back up close again she took in your little home. It wasn’t much of course. Just what you’d managed to scrape up and get when you started out here, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. With a careful precision she walked you through the house and straight into your room. In moments you were being sat on your bed as Polypa knelt down to unlace your shoes for you. The action had you feeling rubbed raw. Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks as she carefully pulled off your shoes and set them aside. Her face was impossibly soft as she looked up at you. 

“Is this okay?” There was something raw in the way her voice just barely trembled. As if this was just as meaningful to her as it was to you. With a choked sob all you could do was nod. She was careful as she crawled onto your bed with you- kicking off her own shoes as she went. There were the beginnings of translucent olive colored tears in her eyes. A desperation you felt just as keenly mirrored in her actions. 

It broke what little restrain you had as the agony of it all overwhelmed you. 

“I missed you.” She whispered as you laid barely awake and hollowed out curled up close and warm against each other. You squeezed her with what little strength you could muster, voice long gone from your feelings jam. Me too, you wanted to say. A few more tears tracked down your face as Polypa settled in closer. You two still had so much more to talk about. To discuss. To figure out. But it could wait. As you finally drifted off into a well deserved sleep you knew she’d be there when you woke up. It was the first time you slept like the dead since coming here.