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Tamsy didn't appear to have been seriously injured. The state of his lungs, though, was another thing entirely. Eishia had tried to help as much as she could but Tamsy had assured her it was a well-known illness from wherever he came from.
“It will clear up on its own, that's what Tamsy told her,” Zanka had commented over breakfast, yawning and pouring more coffee into his mug.
Rudo, however, couldn't shake off his worry. Particularly considering his own sickness, which was getting harder to keep under wraps.
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Only sphereites get hanahaki.
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Head Prefect of House Slytherin Nice is overwhelmed and missing his Hufflepuff boyfriend, Lin Ling. The solution? Cling to the waist and not let go, even to the detriment of his boyfriend's empty stomach.
Twas a worthy sacrifice.
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Lin Ling always had a soft spot for Nice, even after all these years had past and the child in his memory grew into the brilliant adult he now works for.
Nice has... other plans.
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Inspired by an IDV fic of a friend, please check out "Mercenary" and The Prisoner by jimjamboree
Unlike other SCPs of his level of danger, Nice enters containment willingly. An SCP with his own agenda and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And what he wants, is the cute brown haired researcher that had recently been sent to his Site.
Nice will not let this opportunity slip by, not again.
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Shoto Knows Best by vaguepurpose for ToraToraPeach
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
26 Mar 2026
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The redhead hissed as he shifted his weight, legs trembling. He tried a step. One more. Then fell. Shoto caught him before he could hit the floor, hating the pained sound that the former hero choked back. "...Alright, I think we need to take a break," Shoto soothed.
His father didn't say anything, letting his son half guide, half carry him to the elevated table. He let his back fall to the padded surface. He didn't look at his son, shame clear on his face. "... The physical therapist said my core strength is weak," he admitted, left arm subconsciously reaching over to grab the injury on his right side. AFO had really done a number on him; that dent on his waist was visible, even through his clothes. "That's why I can't stabilize enough to get off the crutches." Shoto nodded, recalling the therapist's notes-- something about 'engaging the lower abdominal muscles without straining the legs'.
A thought flickered at the edge of his memory. Fuyumi's room. That odd device she'd shoved under the bed.
Shoto stood, wiping his hands on his thighs. "Wait here."
Shoto helps his father out with his physical recovery. Unfortunately, neither one of them knows what a vibrator is.