Azumar
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You hold within you sense beyond sensing, seeing beyond sight, knowing beyond the know. Which is why you continuously find yourself in dark places, seeking to understand that which aches to not be understood, seeking to aid those who so desperately needed. And it is within these dark places you continue to meet a stranger, one with bright eyes and mysteries carried on his back. In each of these mysteries you will aid the Medicine Seller in resolving different Mononoke, and in the process find yourself drawing ever closer, ever yearning, ever needing.
Bookmarked by Azumar
05 Jul 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
I’m gonna need a framed picture of his dick and balls ASAP
(Begin at Chapter 21)
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As a Feitan fangirl, you weren’t too upset about being Isekai’d into the world of HxH. Being captured and held hostage by the Troupe with your life in their hands? Not the worst way to die. Feitan threatening to torture information out of you? Mouthwater—er, it wasn’t too bad. But everyone learning about your…*ahem* reading habits? Yeah, you’d rather die.
AN: This fic started with me reading Feitan smut and randomly having the thought ‘Wouldn’t it be so funny if we’re all picturing him to be this experienced, confident BDSM dom and he’s actually secretly shy about sex and romance?’
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It's rumored that the monsters living on the other side of the city grew feral in their isolation underground... But none of that seems true to you, so you decide to visit Downtown anyway. Unfortunately, just like with humans, a few dangerous groups do exist, and your encounter with one lands you in the care of Dr. W.D. Gaster. To avoid political issues, you're secretly kept in his care for your entire recovery process, during which some interesting things come to light. For one, your doctor is a huge nerd, just like you are. More concerning, though, is the development of his thirst for your blood...
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When Griffith was a child, he found his very first member. She committed to his dream following a phantom of her father who had been killed by bandits in her old village. Being molded as some supreme swordswoman and nothing else, blinkers over her eyes like a trained horse. Time melted and she orbited him like he was some fixed pointed star, his gestures and meanings turn to trees blurred into its forests. Now when they are older was when the seeds he planted begin to take root. Plans were second guessed at best, unnoticed at worse. Now she stands watching them take into their intricate shapes. Ones that let him eat cake and have it too.
There is a difference between being a Mercenary and then being Griffith's.
Bookmarked by Azumar
20 Jul 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
Author is NO LONGER cockblocking us, this fic is awesome. 10/10
Chapter 18