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and i won't ever let you go by EquiptWithChocolate
Fandoms: 地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)
22 Feb 2022
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He has three lovers.
He’s got a self-righteous idiot who thinks he breathes justice (even though he’ll always be on their side), when really, he’s just an idiot with a weapon.
He also has a stupidly kind idiot, who never says no (infuriating, and lovable, and please smile like that again), and can be caught looking at them with this dopey, daydreaming smile.
There’s also a scary idiot, who eludes feelings like it’ll actually kill him (let me love you, you fuc-), but somehow has the audacity to blush prettily enough to make his heart squeeze.
They’re all his, and dumb, and his.
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and you never have to beg for help (I Am Here) by EquiptWithChocolate
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
02 Mar 2020
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And when they look at her, they see long nights and can hear heartbreaking cries.
She’s a strong kid.
(She’s worth it).
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and it was worth it. by EquiptWithChocolate
Fandoms: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End
24 Oct 2019
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Because for them, to experience love, first you have to experience pain.
And overcome it.
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After Sasuke regains memories of a previous life and realizes that he is part of the story of Naruto, he rejects his destiny and ducks out of the story before Naruto can get attached. Kakashi, martyr and troll that he is, objects.
Sasuke out there, just living his best life, lounging on a beach under an umbrella, drinking lemonade:
Kakashi, running full tilt and carrying the rest of Team Seven under his arms: I’ll save you, Sasuke!
Naruto and Sakura: *cheering Kakashi on*
The Plot will not be denied.
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15 Dec 2025
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Haruno Sakura. Her. A paranoid, pessimistic, 'I don't wanna die' oriented young woman that knows exactly where she stands in a world where Naruto and Sasuke exist. Not at the top.
This is our hero, people. She's the token teammate. And, you know what? That's fine. They don't get put into the bingo books. They get to go home to their families at the end of the day. This is fine.
No matter how hard her hot, blonde friend tries to convince her otherwise.
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- Part 1 of Bench Warmer
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“He’s an Uzumaki. Regeneration and gigantic chakra reserves come with the territory.” A wave of the hand down his back removed a line of bruises like an eraser over a whiteboard; Sasuke became visibly more relaxed as the cessation of pain registered. “As well as hyperactivity. Find something else to beat him in before you cripple or kill yourself. Something to do with I Spy, maybe?”
He made eye contact with me again, brows furrowed and forehead scrunched. “Are you making fun of me?”
“No.” A little. “I’m just saying that you shouldn’t try and compete in a healing competition against someone who can regrow their internal organs.”
His forehead scrunched even harder yet, his questioning look turning into a questioning stare. “Can he really?”
Seeing how Sasuke had shoved a hand through his chest in another life, I was pretty sure; the fox might have been helping, but it wasn’t as if I could say that, now could I? “I’m not going to test it. But, yeah. Probably.”
He frowned at that and broke eye contact. “Hey, dumbass!”
God damn it.
“Fuck you, bastard!”
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a bloodline limit?”
“Why didn’t I tell you I have a what!?”
“A bloodline limit, dipshit!”
What have I done?
“What the fuck is a bloodline limit?!”
Gave two idiots a reason to fight, it seems… That was my fault. I should have seen this coming. I’d given Ninja Jesus and Ninja Antichrist a reason to interact. What other outcome could there have been?
Chapter 4Chapter 9
“Naruto,” Kakashi picked up a nearby stick and tossed it at the blond. “Wake Sakura up for me, would you?”Privileges of rank.
“What?” Naruto looked at the stick in his hands, confused. Then, as the implications began to dawn on him, that confusion took on a touch of horror. “Why me!?”
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If this had been anyone else they were talking about, Kakashi would have been seriously concerned about the reasons why two teenage boys refused to touch a reasonably attractive teenage girl when given an excuse.But it wasn’t. So he didn’t.
Naruto cursed under his breath and Kakashi’s estimation of his intelligence dropped to where it had been when the day had started. Not rock bottom. “Why can’t you do it, Kakashi-sensei?”
“Because a friendly face is just the thing for someone to wake up to, first thing in the morning. That’s why.” Sakura better not be dying. This would be very awkward if she was. It wasn’t even morning. Terrible time to die, not in the morning. “And I ordered you to do it.”
“... It’s like that, huh?” Naruto stood up, the word ‘order’ the push he needed to risk life and limb for most likely very petty reasons. In other words, he’d just gotten a taste of what an average C-rank mission was like. Lucky him. “If I die, kick Sasuke in the dick for me.”
Naruto to the end.
“Fuck you, Naruto!”
“No, fuck you!”
“I’m sure the Hokage will give your request all the seriousness it deserves, seeing as it comes from a loyal citizen of the Leaf,” Kakashi intoned dryly while Sasuke made a sound that wasn’t quite a squawk. “If you would?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Naruto grumbled as he put his fingers up in front of him in a cross. Kakashi’s respect for his intelligence seesawed back up as, in a puff of smoke another, more expendable Naruto appeared at his side; that whole mess with the forbidden scroll had done wonders for the boy. “You know what to do.”
“Right!” Clone Naruto saluted the original with the looks and bearing of someone being sent to die… Appropriate. “Remember me as I was. Not what I became.”
That wouldn’t be too hard. People didn’t think about empty air all that often.
Naruto saluted him back, lip wobbling as his clone walked towards its doom.
"It’s a clone, idiot," Sasuke added helpfully.
Naruto's clone, palm open, reached for Sakura's face with a trembling hand.
"It's called being a man, Sasuke! You wouldn't understand!"
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“What did you learn today, Sakura?”Besides how to be a living statue, that is.
“Learn…? That’s a hard one.” Sakura got herself a handful of Tora’s brown chest fur as she rolled over, back feet batting playfully at the genin’s arm as she thought that over. Then, she hummed. “Kindness and understanding can solve problems that violence and hatred only make worse.”
The oldest person in the clearing leaned back and considered what he’d just heard.
… Kakashi hadn’t seen that one coming. He'd expected something different, something about how she'd done something absurd for her age that would make him throw more money into the Chunin Exam pot. Not a moral lesson.
Morals weren’t something he associated with Sakura. Or ninja, actually. Definitely not himself.
Sakura was just full of surprises. An ever-flowing fountain of them, big and small.
He hated them all.
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On a rain-soaked night in 1933, Alastor finds himself saddled with a son he never knew—a tender arrangement cut short seven years later by his own murderous habits and a bullet to the head.
Alistair Lucienne Hartfelt is three-years-old when his mother dies from a drug overdose. He's three-years-old when he's taken in by his father. For seven long years, he grows in the Radio Host's care, lavished with warm meals and a warm home. It isn't until the summer of 1940 that his father goes missing, and the world from then on turns to shit.
And the poor Radio Host's son is forced to open his eyes.
Or, in which I write Alastor's reflection in the form of a boy who grows to be a lot like his father than he's comfortable with, and said boy reuniting with the very man he idolized in the one place he didn't think he'd ever find him: Hell.
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- Part 12 of my OC galore
- Part 1 of Deer Alastor Altruist, Won't You Eat Compassion?
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13 Dec 2025
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Zuko's convinced he's found the Avatar. Who else would possess such odd colored hair and exotic features of which none have ever seen before? Meanwhile, Rosalinda, an accidental dimension hopper at a constant for losing her mind, just thinks he's the biggest moron in existence.
In which a modern girl who knows nothing about A:TLA ends up thrown into their universe with nothing but the clothes on her back. Fuckshit ensues.
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13 Dec 2025
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Beth is eight years old and watching Scooby-Doo reruns with her little brother when she remembers that she died. Blood and twisted metal swim in her vision as the screen goes to static, and Jonathan’s too busy whining at the screen to notice the way she stops breathing.
Eventually, she lays down on the brown carpet and goes back to watching cartoons.(Jonathan is her little brother, and it’s her job to look after him while Mom watches Will.
Jonathan is six, and Beth is eight, and Beth is nineteen and dead.
She figures she can break down later, when he’s not there to see it.)
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Chapter 8 IM WHEEZING
“Did he just call you my boyfriend?” she asks.“Yep,” he replies. He looks just as lost as she does, which is oddly reassuring. At least that didn’t come out of nowhere for just her.
“Huh.”
They look at each other.
Beth takes her backpack from him.
Almost at the exact same time, they both start cackling.
(“Oh Eddie, my one true love, whatever would I do without you?”
“Should I bring you some flowers? Chocolates? Teddy bear holding a heart?”
“Think our families will approve this union, or is it gonna be more of a Romeo and Juliet situation here?”
“Nah, we’re all comedy here, babe .”
Beth can’t get out another quip over how hard she’s laughing, Eddie’s arm around her keeping her upright as she feels his own laughter shake through his chest.)
His eyes are wide, his brows raised like he can’t fathom what she’s saying.
Like she’s something he’s never seen before.
And then, in a whirlwind of movement, he’s grinning and throwing an arm around her. His eyes scream mischief as he winks at her before saying in an obnoxiously loud voice, “Beth Byers, have I ever told you that you’re the love of my life? The apple of my eye? The wind beneath my wings?”
“You could stand to mention it more,” she says blandly, but she can’t quite keep the grin off her face as she leans into his side, snaking her arm around his ribs.
“I shall write ballads to our love, my fair lady. Sonnets to your bravery and odes to your ass-kicking beauty! The world over will know the epic tale of our love, forged in the fires of the hell known as Hawkins High!”
They’re gaining an audience now, passer-bys staring and whispering to each other. Beth struggles to contain herself at the baffled looks on their faces as they watch Eddie goof off.
“Gonna serenade me, too?” she asks, shoulders shaking as she tries not to laugh.
“Oh, but of course! Nothing but the best for the fairest maiden in the land!”
(And Beth is laughing too hard to tell Eddie that he’s the love of her life, too.)