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seelestia · 2 years

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hi lia!!! i love your writing sm especially REDAMANCY IN YOUR GAZE. !!! so nicely written and hits me right in the feels ;w;

anywhoo i'm here to submit a request! hope this sparks your inspiration but if not feel free to delete it, ok? no pressure <3

i'm curious to see you writing angst, so can we perhaps have zhongli, xiao, kazuha, and itto with the situation/prompt: 'seeing their s/o reader dying'? bonus brownie points if reader died in their arms c: yeah i woke up and chose violence today ahah it can be in whatever format you feel most comfortable with!

ps. just reject this if you feel uncomfortable with the concept!! i didn't see a rule against this so i thought i'd drop by and ask. thank you and have a nice day <3 <3 <3

- 💠

★彡 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃.

❝𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.❞

SUMMARY. you have left with a piece of their heart and you're never coming back. or in which you spend your last moments in your lover's arms, but you are already beyond saving.

CHARACTERS. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, itto.

GENRE. angst, established relationship, hurt with no comfort.

CW. character death (no specified cause), mentions of blood (no specified injuries), unintended anger outburst + shinobu cameo in itto's part.

THOUGHTS. thank you for liking my writing and sending in this painful request <3 i'm unsure how well i executed this and i'm looking for room to improve — but for now, enjoy this angst that me and 💠 anonnie offered! >:)

✰ masterlist.

XIAO's words fail him, a failure stuck at the back of his throat from the deepest parts of his beating heart. Such a contrast to your heart that no longer thumps at the same tempo as his.

He is supposed to be used to this — no, he should have grown used to this already.

The putrid stench of death, the pools of scarlet red on the ground and his clothes, the void in his chest that he can't explain every single time.

For eons and eons, Xiao has seen lives perish before his eyes; his comrades, innocent lives, monsters, all of them. That is what he is meant to do; an Adeptus lives to bear pain, to shoulder it with resilience.

So, then, what is this feeling? Ache like never before, a longing for a different outcome, a sense of denial he is unfamiliar with.

Xiao stares blankly at your peaceful face, eyes closed and undisturbed. As if you are only lulled by the soft tune of slumber and merely sleeping in his arms — but that is no more than wishful thinking, he knows this.

Yet, still, he dares to hope.

How ironic, the Yaksha has never gotten along well with the concept of hope. But here he is, gathering the littlest courage to hope that you'd snap open your eyes and laugh at his forlorn expression like you always would.

But you don't, and Xiao realizes he is nothing but a hypocrite.

The same pain he is supposed to shoulder oh-so fearlessly is here, gnawing at his heart and consuming it alive — for once, Alatus doesn't think he can bear it any longer.

He is alone all over again.

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑

Death, an old friend of KAZUHA's that he never wishes to confront ever again. But that statement only reeks of blissful ignorance, doesn't it?

Death casts its gaze on whom it wishes and it takes and it takes, that is the natural course of life — yet, it has become far too familiar of an acquaintance in his life that Kazuha can't help but despise it.

In the back of his mind, Kazuha sees a vision he thought he has long bid his goodbyes to already. The booming flash of thunder, a sword pierced through the floorboard of the Tenshukaku, a fallen friend and a reminder that he was far too late.

This moment is all too familiar.

The darkening clouds above his head, his hands that cradle you close, and your scent that is growing fainter and fainter by the second. Kazuha rests his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his cries against your skin; but you are as cold as ice and snow, so unbelievably cold.

Has the curse of fate come to take from him again? Kazuha's heart is only one, but death seems to favor him so much that it keeps taking pieces of his soul little by little.

Once, a lingering pain he learnt to move on from. Twice, he lets it be this time. Thrice, he begins questioning, just what more does it want from him? His family, his friend, now his one and only lover; Kazuha isn't sure what is left of him now. So, so many have been taken away from him.

"[Y/N]," Kazuha feels ashamed of the way his voice breaks as he whispers your name. He can't even speak properly, but how can he when you lay so feebly in his arms? One movement and it feels as if you'll crumble to dust, unreachable and away from his grasp.

He still has so many haiku's to read to you, songs he wants you to listen to, places he wants to see with your hand in his. So many of them, yet those dreams are nothing but regrets now.

Death will never leave him alone, will it? Even if tears stain his cheeks, even if he pleads with his life, even if he wishes to trade his life for yours, Kazuha is powerless.

"I love you," the man presses his lips to your forehead, he spares no mind to the tears falling down his cheeks like a stream of water he'd drink a fistful from during his travels.

One last time, just one more. But his words fall on deaf ears, for you are already gone and you're not coming back.

Yet again, death has torn away another piece of Kaedehara Kazuha's heart.

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑

ZHONGLI drowns himself in complacent silence. He says nothing, he has nothing to say. The rueful sigh that escapes his lips is the only indication of the lid placed over the gaping sorrow in his chest.

The former Archon of Geo does not shed tears. If he cries, then would it have changed this outcome? No, it wouldn't. If he cries, then would it have lifted this pain in his chest for a brief moment? Perhaps, it would.

But if Zhongli allows tears to cloud his eyes, then these last few moments with you will blur his vision. Fate cannot be changed nor can it be severed, all he can do is embrace it wholeheartedly.

"Even if it hurts?" A ghost-like whisper hovers faintly above his ears, trying to shake his resolve. Zhongli affirms himself, "Even if it hurts." He doesn't acknowledge the littlest speck of desire to falter and say otherwise in the corner of his mind.

Even if it hurts.

After all this time, you are still as beautiful as the first day he laid eyes on you, Zhongli smiles as he closes your eyes with the palm of his hand.

Those gem-like [E/C] irises of yours that always stare back at his with such affection, your voice that greets his ears like a gentle melody, the raindrops of love you shower him in so generously.

He can't help but reminisce.

After all, reminiscence is one of, if not the most, loyal friend of his, unbound by erosion of time as long as there is someone who lives to tell the tale. Zhongli knows the story of you shall live, for he will be the one to tell it.

"Rest well, my love."

He will not forget you.

The former Archon of Geo does not shed tears. Yet, that day, the corners of his amber eyes begin to dampen just a little.

๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑

ITTO swears he sees his life flashes before his eyes. He is frantic, flighty even as if waiting for someone to get this over with and pinch him awake. This feels like a nightmare, it's just a bad dream, right?

But the warm pool of blood pouring onto his clothes is real, too real to just be a part of his imagination.

No, no, no, this can't be happening.

"Shinobu—" Itto calls out to his deputy leader hurriedly, agitation all too present in his voice. But the anxiety in his stomach churns even worse when he sees the mortified look in Shinobu's eyes; he doesn't like what it alludes to, not one bit.

He pleads almost desperately, "They'll be okay, right? Right?!" Shinobu has never lied to him, she always tells him the truth and so, he waits for an answer.

Reassurance, some hope that everything will be alright, just anything — but he receives no more than silence. And it angers him, Itto can feel the frustration rushing through his veins to his heart and to his head.

His grip on your frail body tightens and a pained holler tears itself from his throat, "Say something, dammit!" But he doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean to yell so harshly at her. He isn't usually like this, what is going on?

When in reality, the answer to his question is right there in his arms; your frail figure lying in his embrace is just a fact waiting to be acknowledged, but he doesn't want to accept it.

Do you expect him to just accept it like that so easily? You know he can't do that, he just can't.

"There is still hope, there is still hope," Itto chants to himself, but even a fool would know those words are nothing more than empty reassurance.

The so-called strongest Oni in Inazuma is so out of it Shinobu can't even gather the courage to point out the truth.

What will become of her boss if she tells him that you are no longer breathing?

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#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin angst #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #zhongli x reader #itto x reader #seelestial.inks

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httpsdana · 1 year

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I loved your Rashford fic sm!! can you write 118 from your prompt list with him? 💙

Teasing~Marcus Rashford

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I'm glad I'm getting more requests for underrated players like Marcus

my posts are flopping idk why :(

keep sending in your requests <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

118-"fucking hell, shut your mouth." "make me."

y/n woke up and chose violence. She woke up and decided she would be making her boyfriend Marcus jealous.

He got jealous easily so it wasn't a hard task for her.

She woke Marcus up by pressing a few kisses on his forehead. "good morning baby. up up. you have practice today" she said lowly against his forehead.

Marcus opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"don't give me those eyes. get up" she said, making him groan before he rolled out of bed

"you coming with me darling?" Marcus called out from the bathroom

"yeah I have nothing to do today" she replied, realizing that she can make him jealous by flirting with one of his teammates

She changed into a cute top and a pair of jeans, leaving her hair down. After putting some make up on, she walked downstairs to where Marcus was tying his shoelaces. Once he noticed her presence, he looked up and smiled at her

He got up from the couch and walked to her, putting an arm around her waist, pressing his lips against her temple.

"you look beautiful princess" he mumbled against her hair

She smiled up at him, pecking his lips softly

"and you look quite handsome too.ready?" she asked, he nodded and grabbed his car keys

The moments they stepped on the pitch, the first person that cuaght y/n's eye was Jadon Sancho. He and hed were close. Him playing for both England and Manchester United with Marcus made them talk for a few times. They were basically best friends

Once Jadon's eyes caught y/n's, she was quick to wave at him. Marcus' eyebrows rose as he glanced at who his girlfriend was waving at. Jadon made his way to the couple, greeting Marcus before he turned his attention to y/n

"well well. if it isn't the famous y/n. how are you gorgeous?" he said with a smirk, making y/n's smirk grow too

"well I'm doing great. what about you?" she took a small step closer to him, in which Marcus huffed and walked further to the pitch to start his practice

His eyes were burning through the back of her head. She felt it, and he knew that she felt it. All y/n was doing was trying to make him jealous, and he noticed that.

He was furious. Seeing how Jadon and y/n were sitting way too close. How she had her arm on his forearm or thigh when she laughed at him. He notched how she was laughing a little too much at whatever he was saying

Saying he was fuming was an understatement. So he took permission from his coach to leave earlu, saying he wasn't feeling too good

He walked to his girlfriend and teammate, putting his arm around y/n's waist tightly, ignoring Jadon'd presence

"let's go princess" he said in a tone that made y/n realize how much she fucked up. She nodded before she turned to Jadon. She hugged him and made sure to kiss his cheek in the process.

Marcus rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from Jadon

The tension in the car was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. But none of them tried saying anything to break this tension

Marcus slammed the door behind him once they entered their house, making y/n turn to look at him

"you think that was funny?" he asked, his eyes full of anger and jealousy

"what? I didn't do anything" she shrugged innocently, while he stepped closer to her

"you think I didn't notice everything you were doing with Jadon? All the laughing and the touching. What has gotten into you?" his voice was bitter

"its just...it got me thinking. When I saw Jadon today, I realized how handsome he is. I mean his accent is hot and his smile is adorable. And his hair. ohh his hair. its like so sof-" she was interrupted by the voice of her boyfriend

"fucking hell, shut your mouth." he snapped making her stop to look at him

"make me." she snapped back

He closed the space between them, putting his arm on her lower back, and pressing his lips rather roughly against hers

After a while, he pulled away with a smirk, seeing her flushed face.

"go to the bedroom. I'll be up there in a while"

#football #football blurb #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader #footballer imagine #marcus rashford blurb #marcus rashford one shot #marcus rashford imagine #marcus rashford x reader #marcus rashford x y/n #marcus rashford #manchester united #man united #jadon sancho

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Hello everyone and a fine El WooWoo Wednesday to you. Thank you @facewithoutheart for the tag. I woke up today and I chose violence and by violence I mean “doing something batshit like posting another WIP Wednesday Hospital”.

It’s been a while (7 months, apparently) since I last did one of those, so for the ones who are new, let me explain what a WIP Wednesday Hospital is real quick. The WIP Wednesday Hospital is inspired a post by @facewithoutheart called a WIP Wednesday Graveyard, where Christina put her abandoned WIPs to rest and I was obsessed with the idea, but I also realised that I wasn’t ready to put my WIPs to rest since I had the intention of finishing them. So instead of a graveyard, my WIPs reside in a (long-stay) hospital ward. All my WIPs are waiting for me to discharge them (aka finish them). Some WIPs have been in this long-stay hospital ward for years (shout out to aap noot mies for getting discharged after 7 years!) while others are still getting used to it.

Below the cut are 10 patients waiting for a visit. You can go say hi to all of them, or just skip to the ones that interest you. I bolded the fandoms/ships etc. for easier browsing.

So please mask up and leave your name at the guest list: @quizasvivamos @crissmastrees-and-candyklaines @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @wellbelesbian @tea-brigade @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @artsyunderstudy @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @martsonmars @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral

Patient no. 1 has gotten a lot of love lately. It’s my Snowbaz Carry On Prompt Fest text fic make a fire out of this flame. Simon’s sent a wrong message to Baz and things escalate from there on:

Baz🍆 (17:06) Will I ever meet your soulmate?

Simon Snow-Salisbury (17:06) what

Baz🍆 (17:07) The fish

Simon Snow-Salisbury (17:07) OH

This is Simon’s phone, hence the 🍆 (it’ll get explained) (it’s not what you think). And I hate to say it, but I think I might have to wheel this one back to the hospital ward. I may have to prioritise finishing other fics, including patient no. 2.

Patient no. 2 has the working title comphet babey! and I hope it’s going to be my Klaine Advent fic for this year. I have a total of two (2) ideas for this fic. One is that Blaine and Quinn are in a comphet relationship and the other is that the entire fic takes place in Ljubljana, Slovenia. You’ve heard of “Saló is the place to be”, well, meet a contestant:

Kongresni trg is the place to be.

Kurt loves sitting in the grass - on a blanket, mind you, he’s not going to ruin his clothes - and breathing in the scent from the pizza place in the corner. He’s not attached to the square because of its historical value, but because he likes being here. It’s a nice green spot in the heart of the capital. It’s surrounded by gorgeous buildings and you have a stunning view of the Ljubljana Castle on top of the Castle Hill.

Kurt’s only been here for a few days, but he already loves this place as a spot to unwind. And again, the great pizza place is an added bonus.

Yes, yes, this is based on my own experiences, although unlike Kurt, I did park my ass on the grass.

Patient no. 3 is Just Some Guy. Remember him? Matt Christopher Davis? This is the full 8 years at Watford from an outsider’s POV. Sure, Simon is the Chosen One and Baz is his Main Antagonist, but Matt is just some guy trying to get an education and he’s a bit fed up about these two interrupting his studies. Matt needs a break, so in his fourth year, he exchanges with Micah and fucks off:

“And you would not believe what happened this time!” John says, as usual.

Every week, John gives me updates about life back at Watford. I was clearly mistaken about the year being uneventful. Well, it’s uneventful for me, but for some reasons John finds it important to keep me up to date with the Chosen One’s life.

It all started with the Humdrum sending magickal monkeys to disrupt the welcome picnic.

Oh, and yes, John is Check, Please!’s John Johnson. Why? Because I can.

Speaking of Check, Please!, patient no. 4 is a returning patient and it is a Zimbits fic, although you can also call it a Jack & Lardo friendship fic first and a Zimbits fic second. It’s about Instagram and I haven’t written for it since 2019, but hey, let’s give it some love:

Apparently, the hockey world is not done with Jack Zimmermann.

He’d been updating his Instagram for a month and he’d gathered a couple of followers when one day, a comment appeared.

‘r u jack zimmermann from hockey???‘

Jack had ignored it.

But the comments kept flooding. His follower count expanded greatly. Jack kept ignoring it.

Then, one day, Larissa barges into his room.

Patient no. 5 is, well, you can say it is a Simon/Butter fic. No, not really. Remember I can’t believe it IS butter? I then planned a Simon Snow Butter Saga that I do want to finish one day but then I sort of let it go in favour for other fics. This is from Cheer up, butter cup!:

But yeah, I have mini butter cups now. I stash them in my cold and enlarged pocket (I persuaded Baz to also spell it bigger on the inside) .

Back in my flat I put them in my fridge. Honestly, Baz should also enlarge the inside of the fridge to make room for all my butter.

“At least my strawberry dessert syrup doesn’t take up that much space, love,” he says as he watches me shove the mini butter cups to the back.

“Baz, what do I do now with all this butter?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“You’re asking me? You’re the one who eats them like candy.”

Patient no. 6 is a Love, Victor ending rewrite. Yes, I am also creating a bunch of Love, Victor ending rewrites because I thought the final season sucked ass. BEWARE! SPOILERS FOR LOVE, VICTOR START AFTER THIS SENTENCE, SO SKIP TO THE NEXT PATIENT IT YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED. I already posted All I needed for another day, which is an ending where Victor ends up single and rides the ferris wheel alone, and this one is called All I ever knew, only you. Benji doesn’t show up at the ferris wheel either. Instead, they meet again 3 years later. After all... do I dislike Venji? No, but I am also not incredibly happy with how they ended up together. Hence the rewrite:

A host announces a new band and Leah cheers loudly.

Abby raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard of them,” Leah says and she turns to the others, “They’re a new group, all UGA freshmen. I spoke to the drummer once. They want to do covers, but also try their hand at original stuff.”

“Let them hear it,” Abby says and she raises a glass.

The others join in. They look at their joined glasses and they cheer and hoot even more.

Out of the corner of Victor’s eyes, he can see the band getting on stage and he drops his glass when he sees a familiar face.

“Victor, Jesus!” Felix yells out. It’s a good thing Victor’s glass was almost empty and it didn’t fall from a great height, so it didn’t break. It only spills a bit of beer on Victor’s shirt, but Victor couldn’t care less.

Benji is on stage.

Patient no. 7 is an Under the Whispering Door fic called Actual Freeman. It’s supposed to be short and sweet. Emphasis on short. Yet, I haven’t finished it, but I do have this:

Wallace Reid knows he’s up for another change of names. It was fun being Wallace Reid for two years, but it’s time to move on.

It’s time to become Wallace Freeman.

Hugo is the one who proposed. They were out riding the motorcycle. Hugo took them to their favourite spot and went down on one knee.

Patient no. 8 is another returning patient. It’s Hold on to that feeling, my Glee/CO crossover. I haven’t written for this in ages, but all the new information about Simon being able to sing... oh chef’s kiss! I can’t wait to incorporate that. But first, this:

“Uhm, Simon, Baz… Blaine?”

It’s Kurt’s voice. Blaine opens the door and Kurt looks very confused and surprised when he sees the others.

“You’re- you’re back,” he says quietly. Blaine also guides Kurt inside so that he can close the door. It’s true that no one else can see this room, but it still feels like they have more privacy now.

“Look, I messed up!” Simon throws his hands in the air.

“Again,” Baz reminds him.

“I was trying out several spells that could help us on our quest to get home. One of them was an Everything in its time.”

“Which, as Snow unfortunately forgot with his pea-sized brain, creates time jumps,” Baz says angrily.

Patient no. 9 is, uh, an unexpected patient and honestly this one is still in the waiting room. I might not admit it to the hospital in the first place. I’m still wondering if I actually want to do something with this, but, uh.... Rosemary Snow my beloved:

“Papà, babbo, sono a casa!” I yell out and I close the door behind me, “Anche Ire è qui!”

I hear some commotion coming from the living room. Ire raises an eyebrow and I shrug.

Eventually, a small voice comes from the other side of the door.

“... R-Rosemary?” my papà sounds uncertain, “Is that you?”

“Si, sono io,” I say with a frown on my face. Why did he reply in English? My papà and I speak a lot of Italian when it’s the two of us, and especially if one of my friends is coming over.

I open the door and my jaw drops when I realise what I am seeing.

My papà is standing in the living room, looking like a lost dog, and he has wings.

Basically, this is an AU of Paradiso? Learn more about it here. Not sure if the Italian is correct. Sorry Marta for cheating on you with Google translate, but like I said, I’m not sure if this is going to be a thing.

And okay, let’s end this with a bang. Patient no. 10 is [REDACTED]. As in, the actual title is redacted. Everything about this fic is a secret, since it is written for the Klaine Secret Santa and any snippet might easily give away what prompt I am writing and who I am writing it for. Yet, I want to share it, since I actually started writing it today and I have clear plans for it now. Here’s the start:

“I am here because I want to be challenged.”

Everyone claps politely and [REDACTED] sits down with a satisfied grin on their face. They’re basking in the praise and [REDACTED] envies their confidence. It’s almost their time to introduce themself and they are incredibly nervous.

This is their first [REDACTED].

This is a [REDACTED].

This is [REDACTED].

Yet, they can’t help but be anxious.

What if they [REDACTED]? After all, if you had told them a year ago that [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED], they wouldn’t have believed you.

[REDACTED], of all people, as [REDACTED]?

I’m sorry. I think I am funny. (I also changed all the gendered pronouns to they/them for this snippet. Gotta commit to the bit ✊😔.)

Thank you for reading. As always, feel free to leave flowers and to make your own WIP Wednesday Hospital. It’s always a lot of fun. Feel free to visit the previous three hospital posts here, here and here, although you will see that some patients have been discharged 🥳.

#i am insane for this #this took an hour #no one asked for this #yet here i am and i loved doing it so #wip wednesday #tagged in #also cant believe it's been 7 months since the last one #i made that bespoke banner and all and then never did one again #but yeah this is also what i am talking about when i talk about the hospital in posts #as in 'i might put it back in the hospital'

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thequietkid-moonie · 9 months

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Okay guys, with this the requests are officialy open again!!

However, there are some things I will like to talks with you guys

First of all the new event on the blog (this is important) i don't know if you know but September 10 is world suicide prevention day and I want to do something for it

It isn't new or a secret that i have some fics with sensitive topics so for September I will prefer ti focus on fics of that kind (i don't exactly have a limit but the ones that i can't post during September will be post later) so if you have any request that has to be with depression, self harm, suicide (attempt, ideas of it, and so on) is the perfect moment to make them!

Also, before I start to make the requests there are some clarifications I have to do!

🐭 The rules and the characters I won't write for had been updated so please take a moment to check them out

🐭 I'm still a little busy with some things so not sure how long it will take me to start doing the requests (hopefuly not much time) buuuut I want to start receiving them!

🐭 I swear to Atua if I recive too much requests for SNV / ROR again I will start to refused requests like crazy!! I understand that you love the manga/anime but I write for a lot others fandoms too

🐭 As the rules say I try to write the requests in the order I recive them, however today I woke up and chose violence sooo I will probably give more priority to the ones that i find more interesting or the ones of my besto frendos hehe yes im being a silly simp

🐭 I will kinda take a little break from My hero academia, Hamefura, The way of a house his and and Brand New Animal almost no one ask for them anyways, if you wanted to make a request for one of those fandoms you can feel free to give a try but is probably that i won't write it (only if I get inspired enough)

🐭 Also i will probably write more for Demon Slayer soon, however I will not accept requests for it (although, like in the last point you can give a try but I will just accept it only for certain characters, you have more chances if is for the kanaboko squad)

🐭 You can request with the yandere prompts for maximum 3 characters and you can't request two diferents on the same request

🐭 If someone request for female reader again I WILL BE REALLY MAD!!

This is something silly but I will tell you for what fandoms im more excited to write right now!

- For the new im more excited for both NieR (as if it wasn't obvious by now), Super Mario, Corpse Bride, Miraculous, Oshi no Ko and Majo Taisen

- Also for Haikyuu, Yuri on Ice anf Hi-fi Rush but for them are more for just certain characters

- And for the ones that were already in the list im always excited for Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun, Danganronpa, Card Captor Sakura, Ousama Ranking and Your lie in April!!

Follow this and your request will probably be one of the firsts I'll write

#moonie news #opening requests

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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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Living Our Lives

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Five wanted to see more of the world than he got to when he was working for the Commission and living during the apocalypse. So as soon as he was able to, Viktor took him on as many vacations as he could. Warnings: PTSD flashbacks, triggered panic attacks, and mentions of canon-typical violence Word Count: 3,209 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So I specifically chose to write them being in a national/state park because I love being in them and writing them in a car is very boring (car rides are always boring for me because I have to sleep through them to avoid being sick). The events of this fic are also something that happened to me in real life, which was another reason I decided to write this for this prompt. I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

fresh starts - road trip - getting back together/mutual pining - "make me" - acceptance - fairytale AU

Viktor woke to the sound of the waves crashing against the sandy pebble-ridden beach outside of their hotel room. They weren’t exactly water-front, but it was a five minute walk even at low tide to be standing directly in the ocean. The sound traveled well over the beach and the small grassy area that led up to the hotel, twisting through half-open window in the bathroom and then filling the room with the repetitive sound.

When he finally managed to pry his eyes open from where he had been sleeping, he looked over the room again. It was still cloudy outside from the rainstorm that they had the day before, but Viktor liked it like that. They had been on the road for almost a week at this point and he was already feeling nostalgic and home sick for the east coast.

The room that he and his husband had booked for the three days that they were going to be visiting attractions in the area was plain and a little outdated. The TV locked away in the entertainment center only hooked up to the little DVD player underneath it and didn’t have cable, though that wasn’t something they were worried about since they had each other to keep them busy. There was no minifridge, so all of the things that they had bought to eat where being kept cold in their cooler with a chunk of dry ice that they had bought from a convenience store in town. The beds were comfortable, with a thick quilt on the top of the sheets instead of the oversized comforters. The shower and faucet had outdated fixtures and it took a lot to get them to go to the right temperature but they always got there eventually.

Overall, everything in the little motel room was a somewhat scuffed up (like the table and desk near the sliding glass doors out the back of their room) but it was clean and homey. It was a nice break from all of the high-end hotels that they had been staying at while traveling through the bigger cities to get to the more desolate part of the country where they were going to be staying for longer. While those hotels technically had higher quality items, it always felt specifically like they were in someone else’s house and they couldn’t never really get comfortable.

“Good morning,” Five’s gruff voice mumbled as the taller man pressed a kiss to Viktor’s hair.

Viktor rolled over in the bed so that he was facing towards his husband and away from the door and the ocean. “Good morning, Five. How did you sleep?”

“I always sleep well when I know you’re here, my love,” Five murmured as he leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a kiss. Viktor let out a small hum and returned the sign of affection. He knew that his husband had probably had a couple of nightmares and spent at least an hour awake trying to calm himself down from them, but they were both doing so much better. They had been through so much in such a short time that they were going to be struggling with PTSD and nightmares for a while, but they had each other so they knew that they could handle it.

“Mm,” Viktor hummed. He buried his cold nose into the crook of Five’s neck for just a moment before the other man let out a grunt and pushed him away. Viktor rolled back to where he had been laying before and laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

Five moved so that his hands were on either side of Viktor’s shoulders and he was towering over the other man. “You sneak,” he laughed before he lowered himself down enough that he could kiss Viktor. The smaller man giggled as his husband’s entire body encompassed him so that he had the steady, breathing pressure on top of him.

They laid like that for a little while longer before they decided that they had to get up for the day. Five traveled down to the small area just off of the check-in desk that had a couple vending machines and then some breakfast offerings. The motel wasn’t like a standard hotel with a hot breakfast, but rather they had several different single-serving cereals, oatmeals, fruits, and pre-packaged baked goods available for the guests to come and get from six to ten in the morning.

Viktor stayed behind in their room so that he could ready their lunches. They were spending three days in the town that they were in and they were only on the second, so they didn’t need to pack the entire cooler. When they were doing activities they both tried to pack nonperishables or things that would be fine to sit out in the heat for a little while until they got around to eating them.

Once Five returned with their breakfast, they cuddled together on the bed while eating and listening to the sound of the waves rolling in. Viktor had unlocked their back door now that they were awake, so they were also getting the lovely smell of the ocean and fresh air flooding in from the outside. After a lifetime of scrambling to get back to each other and making sure that they could stay with each other, it was nice to have a quiet moment like this.

They finished eating and then packed up everything that they would need for their adventures before they got into the car. Five had managed to get the 1950s stingray that he had wanted when they were in the third apocalypse, even if that was only something that he had wanted back then because of the hormones flowing through his teenage-aged body. It was a car that they kept in incredibly good condition but loved to bring with them on their adventures.

Viktor was practically vibrating in his seat as they turned away from all of the buildings and cars of the town and into the lush wilderness. They had been coming to see quite a few things, including a couple of tourist-traps that they knew existed only to steal their money but were still fun to go and ogle at. The main thing that they had stopped in this specific town to go see, however, was the redwoods. There were several state and national parks littered down the coast line of Oregon and California, but the one that they were going to visit today was only a half hour drive away from their hotel.

The highway had been built down the middle of the grand trees, which meant that they didn’t have to pay an entry fee the same way that they had for Lassen Vista Park and Yosemite National Park earlier in their trip. Of course, they’d be making a stop by the visitor’s center so that they could donate to the upkeep of the park after their hikes.

They pulled into one of the parking areas and removed themselves from the car. Five was digging through their bag to make sure that they had bug repellent, plenty of water, and the food that Viktor had packed. The other man was sitting on the hood of the car with his shirt off as he rubbed sunscreen into every spare inch of skin that he could.

“People are ogling at you, my love,” Five mumbled as he glanced up to see some of the other people sharing their parking space staring directly at his partner’s mostly-naked form.

“They can look all they want, because they’re never going to be able to even touch me,” Viktor chuckled as he turned his head up so that he was looking towards his partner.

“Oh? And why is that?” Five asked. He set the bag down so that it was leaning up against the car and then walked over to his husband. He placed his hands on either of Viktor’s hips and dragged him forward so that the smaller man was practically in his lap.

“Mostly because I’m all yours,” Viktor replied as a cat-like grin spread over his face. He put one of his sunscreen-slick hands on the back of Five’s neck and then nearly dragged him down so that they could kiss.

Five didn’t mind as he was going to have to put some of the protective material on himself once Viktor had finished with it. The ex-assassin had spent his entire life in the apocalypse trying to find a way to cover as much of his skin as possible without overheating so that he could avoid sunburn, there was no way that he was going to pass up the opportunity to never have to go through something like that ever again.

They broke apart from the kiss a few minutes later after Five knew that everyone would have looked away from them. “Damn straight. You’re mine,” he leaned down and bit over the hickey that he had put on Viktor’s neck last night despite the sour taste that coated his tongue thanks to the sunscreen.

“You’re a dork,” Viktor informed him with another quick kiss to the lips. The duo then quickly wrapped up what they were doing so that they could get started on their hike. Five finished packing the bag and then sunscreening himself while Viktor secured the backpack over his shoulders. Throughout the day they would switch out who had it, and Viktor had decided that he was going to take the first shift.

They began down the trail hand-in-hand while staring up at the huge trees that surrounded them. Sticks and roots stopped them from staring directly up at the huge fern-like leaves that wove together to create a beautiful, shady canopy. There was plenty to see at the ground-level as well. Old animal prints from when humans weren’t on the path during the off season and at night had been near permanently secured into the mud. Sorrel was hiding from the sun where the branches and leaves above allowed the bright light to cascade down onto the earth. Several of the fallen redwoods also gave way to new life, supporting clones that were just beginning their stretch up towards the sky.

There weren’t very many people on the hike that they were on, but still quite a few. They hadn’t chosen one of the ADA paths so that they wouldn’t run into people with strollers, since those ones tended to be the most family and small child friendly as well. The path that they were on was relatively flat but very long and required the ability to walk up a couple of steps when they got to the middle. It was harder than a light stroll as the smaller loops supported, but not as hard as some of the more adventures hikes that took all day. Viktor wanted to be able to do a small loop in each part of the park if they had time, and Five was dedicated to making that happen.

They walked down the path, stopping a couple of times to enjoy the birdcall or identify one of the smaller critters that they could see scuttling through the underbrush towards wherever it was that they were going. They were happy, they were at peace, especially since they were with each other.

Of course, since they were Hargreeves through-and-through, that wasn’t going to last for long.

They had just rounded part of the path so that they were being looped back to the entrance when a crisp, clear cracking sound rang through the entire forest. It silenced all of the noise from the cars a half mile away from them and the buzzing of the critters and insects that called the forest their home.

Instinctively, Viktor harnessed some of the sharp sound so that his body began to glow with the raw force of his power. His head turning widely in circles as he tried to figure out where it had come from, his mind immediately assuming that it had been a firework or explosion. Five, on the other hand, was convinced that it had been a gunshot. He reached out so that he was holding tightly to Viktor’s shoulder just incase he needed to teleport himself and his husband away. The only reason that he hadn’t reflexively used his powers was because of how out of the habit he had gotten in their half decade of safe married life.

The cracking that followed afterwards let them know that what they had heard was not a firework or a gunshot, but rather a tree breaking down the middle.

Viktor grasped Five’s hand and quickly tugged them further down the path so that they could get away from the trees. His head was swirling in either direction as he tried to figure out where it was that the sound was coming from. The way that it echoed throughout the entire forest made it incredibly hard to pin-point where the tree was breaking and where they had to go to be able to avoid it.

Both of them could feel nothing but fear coursing through them as images of having their lives cut short by one of the huge trees that they had been so adoring of only moments prior flashed through both of their minds. The trees around them felt too ancient and magical to come crashing down like they were.

The smaller of the two men toppled back over a root so that he was flailing, his hands and arms pinwheeling before he tumbled down onto the packed earth of the path. Five’s attention was snapped away from where he was staring at the tree coming down a fourth of a mile away from them and back down to his husband.

“Viktor, are you okay?” he asked as he knelt down beside the other man so that he could make sure that he was okay. Flashes of their previous adventures, moments when they were both this scared and creating new traumas, were rushing through his mind as quickly as they could. It wasn’t something that he particularly wanted to be happening but he knew that it also wasn’t something that he got to stop just because he didn’t want it.

He didn’t reply for a while longer as he stared at where the tree had fallen. Leaves and dust rose up from the ground in a huge cloud due to the force that the redwood had come down with. Viktor could see shards of wood that had splintered off from where half of the tree had come down while the other half remained upright.

“Shit, that was so scary,” he whispered as he brought his hand up to his forehead. He was quivering slightly as the adrenaline in his system began to ease up and left his muscles exhausted.

Five let out a near-hysterical laugh. He had been through a lot, including a couple of buildings falling down as he scrambled to get out of them, but this had still managed to shock him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Viktor’s mouth to try and reassure him that it was okay. “Certainly wasn’t what I was expecting to happen today.”

The smaller man let out a jerky laugh. He tilted his forehead forward so that it was resting on Five’s shoulder. “I love you, you know that?”

“I would certainly hope so, otherwise being married to me for this long is going to be rather embarrassing for the both of us,” he chuckled. He pressed another kiss to the top of Viktor’s head and then helped his husband up.

The other people that had been hiking along their trail when the tree had fallen were also rather shaken up. They were talking amongst themselves and pointing out towards the brand new, splintered boards of red wood. Before anyone had a chance to venture off of the trail to see what had happened, several rangers appeared. One of them roped off the edge with bright yellow tape to prevent any of them from being able to walk to the fallen tree without stepping over the barrier.

The other rangers walked through the path, carefully picking their way around the sorrel and ferns so that they could reach the tree and examine all the damage. The one remaining park worker turned around and then said, “I know that was scary but we’ve got it handled! Thank you all for your cooperation, please stay on the path. Out this way is a lot of poison oak and wildlife that should be left to the professionals to deal with.”

“Makes sense,” Viktor mumbled. He picked himself up from the ground and then brushed the dirt and crunched leaves off of his pants. He then ran a shaky hand through his hair and turned towards his husband. “I know that it wasn’t the plan for today but I think we should just go back to the hotel and try to calm down from this.”

Five’s mouth flickered down into a frown. He reached down so that he could tilt his husband’s face up towards him. “Vik, remember what Dr. Kelly said. We can’t let a small bad part of the experience make us stop from doing something that we were planning on and looking forward to. That’s what happened the last time we went on a roadtrip and we both felt extremely disappointed by it.”

“I don’t want to push you any further if you feel triggered, though,” he mumbled. He turned his head down as much as he could with the hand still underneath his chin. “I knew that there was a chance that a couple of trees could come down while we were here. I did a lot of research about it and the ground has been so dry that several redwoods have already come down on the roads and stuff. None in this area, so I thought that it would be fine.”

“Viktor,” Five stopped his ramble before he could continue to send himself into a deeper spiral of shame. “You did all the research that you needed to and then made an educated decision with the information that you had. You didn’t bring us here knowing for certain that there would be something triggering for us both. I also know how desperately you wanted to come here. I mean, you’ve wanted to visit this park for years now. The worst has basically already happened, so let’s keep going with our plan, yeah?”

The ex-superhero let out a small laugh. He tilted his head into Five’s hold so that they were still close together. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s go enjoy the rest of our vacation, okay? We don’t need to let one thing ruin everything else for us.”

Five leaned down and pressed a kiss to his husband’s mouth before they started back down the path so that they could continue the rest of their day. They were a little bit jumpier than they would have been had the tree not fell, but they were still having a wonderful time with each other.

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one-more-offbeat-anthem · 3 years

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After it’s all over, Dean goes to the beach.

Alone.

He’d always said he’d love to go on a beach vacation, but in that dream, Cas was alive and came with him, so it didn’t feel right to make it a proper trip filled with sun and sand and drinks with tiny umbrellas. Instead, he goes to Maine, to a rocky beach with salty wind that stings his face, and rents a run-down cottage.

There’s no sunset to watch, the clouds perpetually threatening rain, but Dean stands in the surf anyway, jeans rolled up and feet freezing. If he prays here, no one can hear him, his words drowned out by the waves.

(Even so, he hopes that Cas, taken where he can’t go, somehow finds a way to listen.)

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bluheaven-adw · 2 years

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I had originally thought about doing a bit from my unicorn or goblin Au for day 3, but then wasn't going to do tomorrow's jlaire week prompt at all because my piece for the last day is so involved... but today I woke up and chose violence. We're veering off in a whole new direction! Prepare yourselves for some super angst!

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pinkyhaert · 2 years

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{ It’s been a pretty hard day for me, So I thought I’d work on a lil animation to cheer myself up. Hollyberry is still determined and working hard to help rescue the nutcrackers, So I shall stay determined too!! }

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{ Haha you thought I was finished with Being in a nutty mood for today? WRONG! Artfight still exists >:3

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kae-karo · 3 years

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hello!! its me agen :P first of all, huuu thank u so much for writing ‘lay down your weapon’ !!! i just woke up when i saw that u replied to my ask, and then I WOKE UP dksjfksdg

i loooove where in the timeline u placed this story! theres so much potential in the time when diluc was away from mond and i was super intrigued that u chose this setting. its really fun speculating how events would unfold, especially if we were to still follow canon events aaaaaa

love LOVE how u wrote them huu im deceased gaaah my hart TT i couldnt get thru the fic without putting my phone down and holding back my screaming

my cheeks hurt from smiling so much as i read and reread this in one sitting. i have died and been resurrected multiple times its insane. super thankful for writing this one! muchmuchMUCH love <3 <3 <3

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aaaaaaaaaa thank u so so much dear??? i'm so glad you enjoyed it 🥺🥺 oof YES it felt like such a fun juxtaposition of diluc's still (somewhat) fresh anger presented in contrast to zhongli's calmer demeanor - after all, he's seen what war does to people, has experienced it himself, even if it was a long time ago. i definitely had a good time with diluc's actions - while, in his mind, entirely justified - being overtaken by zhongli's much more peaceful actions and, ultimately, diluc being forced to acknowledge that violence isn't always the only solution (cue morality crisis that i'd love to expand on in the future in this story!!)

ahhhhh thank u so much dear 🥺🥺 really it means the world to me that you enjoyed it, thank you more than i can say for the prompt!! these two are such a fun pair to write when i'm given a bit of inspiration and direction, so thank YOU for your kind words and for the fun idea!!

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yoditorian · 3 years

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thanks for the tag my sweet sweet @bee-dameron

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swiftlydnp · 5 years

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Hey! So this is my fic for the Fall fic exchange @b99fandomevents written for @amazingsantiago (I was so nervous when I got you cause you are such a great writer and I wonder if you'll like this fic I really hope you do) . You gave me amazing prompts but I chose this one " Jake and Amy go Halloween costume shopping with baby" (in honour of peraltiago baby 2020) So here it is:

Every day is magical when I'm with you

Jake opened his eyes to see a pair of similar browns looking into his own and the mess of curls which matched his. He immediately had a goofy grin on his face and called out "Hey Emi! Good morning baby". Jake beamed at his 3 year old daughter. Her name was Emijila but they called her Emi for short. It was also fun because it kinda sounded like Amy.

Amy was still sleeping. After all this time, Jake's heart still skipped a beat when he looked at her. She looked so peaceful before Emi literally pounced on her mother to wake her up. Amy groaned in sleepiness but after seeing that it was her, her face turned into a smile and she excitedly began to talk to their daughter.

Jake couldn't believe this was his life. He watched them for a while with a grin on his face then checked the time on his phone and saw that it was only 7am. They both had the day off so there was no rush. They had stopped setting alarms (Amy hadn't but it was only one instead of her usual three), they didn't need to, their sweet angel served as an alarm for them every morning.

They were going costume shopping that day so they had to hurry through their daily routine with Emi behind their backs nagging them. She seemed like a mini Amy sometimes. Emi was very excited for costumes shopping. It was her first time going trick or treating.

They had breakfast (Jake made pancakes) and they were dressed and ready by 10am. "Come on Amy, or all the good 'stumes will be gone", Jake said haughtily. Amy rolled her eyes but followed him nevertheless.

They were going to a shop named 'Abracadabra' as per Jake's insistence. Amy had no idea what they were going to be in for. She originally wanted to go to a sensible store like Walmart or Target like a normal person but of course, Jake didn't do normal. He had spotted the shop while in search of a suspect and was so intrigued by the name that he practically begged Amy to go there.

Back when they were brainstorming costume ideas, Jake had come up with the idea of dressing Emi as Holly Gennaro claiming "she'll look so cute in a red blazer and she's already got the curls". Amy had stared at him in exasperation and shouted, "You're not gonna dress up our daughter in the outfit I wore for our die hard themed sexcapades!!!" The last word was whispered. Jake eyes widened and he immediately had looked ashamed of himself muttering a "I completely forgot about that part".

Unsurprisingly, Jake had had another idea. "So what if we dress her up as female John Mcclane", Jake had said excitedly. Amy immediately had made a face at that.

"Hey don't be so backwards Amy!", Jake had said dramatically.

"I don't think that kind of costume will be available in a shop.", Amy had argued.

"I'll just make it here at home then all we need is a vest and a toy gun!", Jake had said gleefully.

"Okay first of all that's gross and secondly,she doesn't know what Die Hard is yet. She'll not know what's she dressing up as", Amy had tried to explain.

"And whose fault is that?!?!??", Jake had demanded.

Amy rolled her eyes and said,"I'm not letting you show our three year old child a movie filled with gratuitous violence."

They had continued to argue well after that and had only stopped when Emi woke up.

And now here they were at the costume shop and going through several different costumes. Emi suddenly tugged at her mother's hand and lead her to a section and showed her what costume she wanted. Amy almost teared up. It's a Hogwarts uniform. When Jake catched up with them, he looked at the costume and grinned widely at their daughter's choice. "She's definitely a mini version of you, Ames.", Jake said lovingly. Amy smiled back.

They were both remembering a time when Jake used to read Harry potter to Emi back when Amy was pregnant with her. They also showed her all the Harry potter movies when she was 2. It wasn't a surprise she chose this costume. Amy was so happy her daughter shared her interest.

Still she asked, "You want that, Emi?" She nodded excitedly. They took a closer look at the costume. It contained a full set complete with a wand, a Gryffindor scarf and the Hogwarts uniform.

"It's perfect! She'll look just like Hermione because of her curls Jake.", Amy exclaimed.

" The curls which she got from me! She is an extreme cutie who is carrying forward my legacy.", Jake said smugly.

"Well she got all her smartness from me so she's carrying forward my legacy too Jake.", Amy retorted.

"Well with your smartness and my hotness l always knew we'd make a great baby together.", said Jake.

"You always knew?", Amy asked incredulously.

Jake's eyes widened. "I mean uh- not always.", Jake sputtered.

"Hey, it's okay I knew you were deeply in love with me from the start.", Amy said fondly.

"Well you can't deny it.", Jake said effectively ending their banter as they looked at each other fondly (read: literal heart eyes).

They paid for the costume. As they walked out of the shop, Jake continued their earlier conversation, "Well you also can't deny how cute our little Emi's gonna look in this costume".

"Yeah she's gonna get all the candy.", Amy paused a little before adding,"Jake you know you can't steal her candy, right."

"I can't promise anything"

"Jake..."

They continued bantering as they got into the car and were interrupted when Emi suddenly started giggling. They stopped abruptly to look at her and her infectious laughter made them laugh too.

"So...where to next?", Amy asked after the laughter had died down.

"We're totally gonna bag up all that candy,Ames."

"You really think it's gonna last until Halloween."

"Who said anything about Halloween, Ames. We're just off to buy my daily stash."

Amy rolled her eyes fondly. Typical Jake.

As Jake began driving, Amy began talking to Emi and she was listening in rapt attention as if she understood every word. Looking at them, Jake smiled to himself. His two girls. He was one lucky son of a bitch.

Author's note:

So I hope you liked it! I really don't know how it turned out so criticism is very well appreciated. Lastly, I'd like to thank @b99fandomevents for hosting this. I really enjoyed writing this. :)

PS: Emijila is pronounced 'Emi-hi-lya'. Hope you like the name

PPS: here's the ao3 link!

#b99 fandom events #b99 fall 2019 fic exchange #peraltiago #peraltiago fic #hope you like it #brooklyn nine nine fic #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #b99

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maedlinwrites · 5 years

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Chapters: 7/31 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tony Stark & Avengers Team, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Other Marvel Characters Additional Tags: whumptober 2019, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Kidnapping, Tony Angst, Kidnapped Tony Stark, Tony Stark Feels, Not Beta Read, Sorry Not Sorry, Schadenfreude, False Accusations, Terrorism, Aftermath of Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Canon Divergence - Iron Man 3, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Misunderstandings, Time Travel, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Hurt No Comfort, Okay maybe a little comfort, One Shot Collection, (Or is it?), Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

look. life is bad. everyones sad. we're all gona die. but i alredy bought this inflatable boumcy castle so are u gona take ur shoes off or wat -- jomny sun

A series of shorts and one-shots based on the "Whumptober" Prompt set in which Tony has a... less than ideal time. Each chapter is completely, for sure, 100 percent unrelated.

(Right?)

Ch7: Isolation +++ Fuck, Tony's eyes were getting misty just from this small gesture. Psychological manipulation at its best, but even knowing that Tony couldn’t help himself. He bit back the commentary that such events might normally occasion. He’s had a lot of time to think, and at some point began to consider the fact that this was some sort of… punishment… for those few lines of backtalk when he first woke up.

#whumptober2019 #no.7 #so I just realized Ao3 has a share on tumblr button #tony stark #mcu

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bakudekuficlibrary · 6 years

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hi there!! I love the blog, it’s so helpful when I’m in a fanfic mood. I was wondering if you had any bkdk royalty au’s? preferably completed! thank you so much! :)

Hello! Here are some Royalty AU’s 😊 I’ll separate the ones that are complete and the ones that aren’t!

-Ellie

24 Works.

Completed

the last dragon-blood king by claimedbydaryl ( E | 107,009 | 13/13 )

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

Ignite Me by Kreativekilljoy ( M | 2,249 | 1/1 )

The flames steadied and warmed them both.

An Oasis for You and Me by SecretKiwi ( E | 5,309 | 1/1 )

A prince and his retainer form a bond and grow closer than expected.

Don’t Threaten Him with a Good Time by Philander_Jack ( M | 7,031 | 1/1 )

It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way.

The thought crossed his mind at a million miles a second as the Berserker Prince Bakugou looked down on him, in the most literal sense. He was just supposed to deliver a message to the prince but if the prince kept on glaring down upon him like a rat under his boot he was sure that he’d meet his doom soon. What happened to the saying “DON’T kill the messenger”?

Well, he’d learn from the prince himself that the he does have the decency to take heed of the saying, but there’s no saying stating you shouldn’t or couldn’t fuck the fiery messenger boy with green hair and eyes.

SeriesPart 1 of Caught by a Red String

I Like You Deku, damn it by AjhayLee ( T | 8,364 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki dreams about his past self as a prince and liking his attendant childhood friend. The thing is, he couldn’t confess his feelings and he wasn’t able to tell him. Upon realizing that he also like the present Midoriya in the process, he does what his past self couldn’t do the fourth time he woke up from the dream.

[Major Character Death]

silk by holdingoutforahero ( G | 669 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is anxious, Izuku can recognize that even from the slightest signs. He is going to snap any second and this time Izuku has to let it slide instead of letting out a weary sigh and a sharp “Kacchan”. Katsuki’s hand is slightly trembling as he ties the obi of his inner underrobe. Izuku steps closer to him and pulls the narrow belt out of his hands.

“Here, let me.“

Katsuki-hime(dere) by TouchofFever (UntappedChaos) ( M | 661 | 1/1 )

Prince Izuku is a total deredere and it’s why all the kingdom of Yuuei adores him.

Grand General Katsuki is a total himedere, and they’re still working on that.

SeriesPart 2 of AU Tropes: BNHA

WIP/On Hiatus/Abandoned

[On Hiatus] And He Was Magnificent by Skaii, SugarbabyIzuku( E | 4,134+ | 1/? )

Midoriya Izuku is an omega slave, born into a life of subservience. He’s trapped, never to reach his dreams of something more; until he’s thrust headfirst into the world of Bakugou Katsuki, the crown prince of Incendium Kingdom. Now, Izuku must adjust to a new life as Katsuki’s slave—while a war that threatens to shake the land looms on the horizon.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Remember Me by Blue_Writer ( M | 59,287+ | 22/? )

It had been years since Bakugou was exiled from his home and became the savage dragon king, but one good thing finally came to his life when he met Izuku again. The only issue, is that he doesn’t remember him.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Eyes on Fire by glamour_weeb ( E | 11,020+ | 3/? )

Izuku is the ruler of a peaceful city, a city that stands no chance against the Dread King Katsuki and his barbarian horde. In order to save his people, Izuku hatches a dangerous plan to seduce the King. What he does not know is that he is exactly what the Dread King Katsuki has been searching for this whole time.

The Rarity by bittybitt39 ( E | 29,111+ | 8/? )

Midoriya Izuku had been promised at the age of four to his once dear friend, Bakugou Katsuki. Their mothers thought it smart to betroth the two in the hopes that Izuku would be protected and taught in the safety of the guards Mitsuki could provide until the day he was old enough to come to the south kingdom. After all, it was not everyday that the rarity of a male omega was born within these times.

Izuku grows up knowing he is promised, and has vague memories of his alpha from his younger days. He is also gifted, in more ways than one when his teacher Toshinori confronts his mother with Izuku being named as his successor. But a war breaks out between the kingdoms of the north and east, and the betrothed are separated far longer than the royal family would have hoped. But the war raging keeps them separated besides a few letters that are received from those that were brave enough to run through the war lands.

For the Sake of Peace by MochiUs ( T | 38,922+ | 9/? )

Some marry for love. Some marry because it was arranged for them. And some marry for the sake of peace.

Forsaken by FeatheredKit ( E | 28,393+ | 4/14 )

While on a journey in the forest to find a magical herb, Izuku becomes entangled in a less-than-ideal situation and is forced to accept help from none other than his old flame — the warrior king.

Needless to say, today isn’t going as well as Izuku had hoped.

Selected by Currently_Underrated ( E | 3,229+ | 1/? )

The day that the letter came was the day that Izuku’s life changed forever. Prince Bakugou Katsuki was finally of age to take a mate and a queen, but this Selection would be different because the rare male Omega’s could finally participate in the selection process.

But what if Izuku didn’t want to be a royalty?

SeriesPart 1 of BNHA BakuDeku Selection Ft. Omegaverse

Death of a Berserker by Philander_Jack ( M | 26,033+ | 3/? )

It had been three days, three days since he had met the berserker prince, three days since he lost his virgin status to said prince.

He was pissed yes but he’ll find out soon enough that he has bigger things to worry about when the might of the Black Alliance rises like a black shadow across the Dragon Liege’s land of Sagevsal. He’s going to have to fight his hardest alongside the desert people with the help of his comrades and All Might himself to fight off this calamity.

Toss in some mention of the fact that he’s also found out to be the soulmate of the Berserker Prince Katsuki Bakugou and yeah, life from now on is going to be one hell of a ride for him.

SeriesPart 2 of Caught by a Red String

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

[Abandoned] Uneasy Lies the Head by Valainistima ( T | 2,808 | 2/? )

They say a crown bears the weight of the people. Wearing it alone is a challenge itself, but two heads are better than one, right?

Papa said to knock you out by kewltie ( G | 7,270+ | 1/? )

Midoriya Kasumi may be only eight and a quarter year old but here are what she already know: one, she’s the prettiest and most charming little girl in the world; two, her Papa is the best and deserves only the best so that’s why the gods blessed him with Kasumi in the first place; and three, the constantly scowling man that often appear on their TV screen is her other father.

SeriesPart 8 of Gravitation

[On Hiatus] drabbles and drabbles by Agent_Fluff ( Not Rated | 4,977+ | 9/? )

A collection of writing prompts sent to me on my tumblr! Typically gonna be BakuDeku prompts, but other pairings may pop up as well. Not all will be canon compliant either!

[Underage]

Tearstained Petals by FeatheredKit ( E | 10,370+ | 2/? )

Upon returning home for the first time in years, Izuku expects things to be the same as when he’d left, but they aren’t. Not only has the village he once knew so well become an economic wasteland, but now the entire kingdom is under the rule of his childhood best friend—who no longer seems to give a damn about him.

Handful of Courage by ChestnutPatronus14 ( M | 5,035+ | 2/? )

Izuku Midoriya is one of the rare few who cannot use magic, but he had always wanted to travel. Ever since he was little he was always exploring, and when he is finally able to travel to the capital city, he is beyond excited. His plans are thrown away when he meets the prince of the Dragon Lands, Katsuki Bakugo, laying injured by the side of the road.

Izuku makes him a promise, that he would get him home no matter what, but Bakugo is having a hard time trusting an outsider. What neither of them expects, is what happens once they return to the Dragon Lands.

SeriesPart 2 of Into the Dragon Lands

His Kingdom by ElopeToTheSea ( M | 6,038+ | 2/15 )

"The kingdom or him?” Ochako asked. Her voice was low, full of disdain. “What will you chose?”

Izuku smiled, there was no fear in him. There was nothing he could ever regret in that second.

“My answer hasn’t changed, princess,” he responded. “And it never will.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Pitiful.”

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

The Dragon King’s mate by twilightwings ( E | 16,765+ | 5/? )

Izuku decides to go after a rare flower that only grows, on a mountain in the Dragon King’s territory. She discovers someone from her past living with the dragon, she is plunged into his world where she fell in love with him all over again. however there a noble knight who wants her hand in marriage. But However, there something sinister in the wake, when is a threaten force from the past is threating to return.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

[Abandoned] flame of love by howitzerimpact ( T | 2,854 | 4/? )

The Dragon Kingdom has braved through decades, centuries even: reigning as formidable yet compassionate above all else.

But when the wars start, everything becomes a ticking time bomb - the kingdom, its peace and its young heir’s need to take action. Heavy is the head that wears the crown but the prince is not alone. What will he learn of his companion, and will he regain his world once lost to chaos?

Will Bakugou Katsuki and his army be able to withstand the race against time? Or will his kingdom fall with all efforts futile?

Ever Ever After by Agent_Fluff ( T | 1,265+ | 1/10 )

Izuku is from the enchanted land of Yuuei, where he spends his days chasing the happily ever after he saw in his dreams. After being rescued from a troll by a handsome prince, Izuku decides that maybe this could be it. However, King Endeavor is not yet ready to lose his crown, so he banishes Izuku to a place where there are no happy endings: New York City.

SeriesPart 1 of Enchanted AU

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl ask #w:violence #w:mcd #w:underage #t:none #g:au #au:royalty #curator ellie

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ao3feed--reylo · 5 years

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Me & You (if I woke up next to you)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2E97hss

by Ernzo

Prompt: Reylo cuddles and hugs (but not for warmth)! Could be AU or canonverse; fluffy as a compilation of cat videos or a bit angsty - or both, that totally rocks my boat.

For the Reylo Valentine's 2019! Thank you to @sapphiresunset for looking this over for me <3

Words: 7453, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars)

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Growing Up Together, Ben has a girlfriend for a part of this who is not Rey, Please Don't Hate Me, reylo is endgame, It Will Be Okay, slight slight domestic violence?, its soft i promise, I just want to overtag, beware: extreme snuggling, Modern AU, So soft you'll get a toothache

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2E97hss

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Reylo #Kylo Ren #Rey

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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Writing prompt because we always need more matt writing: OCs celebrating each other’s birthdays

The first thing that came to mind was June and Myriad and about how they would claim the entire month of June and October consecutively as their “birthdays” and insist upon special treatment throughout the whole month. X’D I was going to write June annoying Dante about this BUT instead you get something cute(?) with Claudie, Jose, Var and Eva. :P

January 21st.

Before hell had arrived on earth in the form of slavering monsters, it had been bittersweet. Day off work, day off school, waking Claudia to a chores of Happy Birthday in which Jose’s voice left Var’s for dead. Making her waffles for breakfast and letting her drown them in sugar the way she always wanted them; no sweetness restrictions were allowed today, Birthday Girl decreed it. Varisse would let her scroll through his music and use the big speakers that kept the neighbours awake, her evil grin infectious as she spiked the volume. They would take her to the super market and browse through the cakes, let her pick the one she wanted this year. Other kids might like the surprise, Claudia liked the options laid out in front of her. She was her mother’s daughter in that way.

Her mother.

Nobody mentioned Jean. Not Var, for all his worried glances, like he was afraid Joseph was going to break apart from morning to night. Not loud, inquisitive Claudia, who had been asking questions since she knew what words were. Maybe she saw the cracks in her father’s eyes, one mention of that morning away from shattering completely. Whatever the reason, he was glad.

Claudia was allowed to stay up well past her bed time. On the floor with Uncle Var while the bass shook the cobwebs from the ceiling and Joseph acted as the art ‘judge’ (Var lost every time, he took it well.) Var drew with her diligently. He didn’t take breaks, complimented her style, grinned when she chose a particularly loud song. When Claudie finally dozed off, cheek stuck to a page, he picked her up gently. Joseph rose silently, followed and helped him tuck her into bed. He touched her soft little cheek, breathed through the sting starting to close up his throat. Var stepped out to retrieve Claudie’s cup. By the time he got back Joseph was gone, the child-proofed cupboard under the microwave was missing a bottle of scotch, and the door to Joseph’s room was locked.

Hangovers were hard to hide when your daughter watched crime shows for fun. Joseph tried his best.

After hell on earth, the only emotion Joseph felt toward the 21st of January was grim determination. Nothing was going to stop him from celebrating Claudia’s 7th birthday. He didn’t give a fuck if the dead were roaming the earth howling for fresh meat, his little girl was going to have a damn good birthday. He had spent his own birthday searching for a safe house, same as any other day, but in the end, they had actually found one. That night, with Claudia tucked safely into a bed in the next room, he had found himself alone with Eva and Var since the first time they had met. It was just plain luck he had gotten a present, but he was not leaving his daughter’s birthday up to luck.

It took a week of travelling to reach the mall, and another full month of scouting and clearing for Joseph’s protectiveness, Eva’s paranoia, and Varisse’s common sense to be satisfied it was safe.

Claudia had to come with them, of course. They hadn’t found any house nearby good enough to leave her in since most of the buildings had collapsed from the bombings… not to mention the last time they left Claudia with only one of them, she and Var had both almost died. Now if anyone suggested splitting up they were treated to Joseph’s flat stare.

They shielded her from the violence and terror as best they could. One of they scooped her up at the first hint of a snarl, turning her away as the other two adults quickly dealt with the zombie. It didn’t stop the nightmares or the whimpers that they tore from her late at night. Joseph was always the one to gently wake her, no matter how exhausted he was, his eyes would open in an instant whenever she started to cry. He would bundle her up against his chest, so small and so fragile, too thin despite the fact that they each gave most of their own rations to her. A soft kiss to the forehead, stroking her hair, making all the right noises. These were the kinds of tears Joseph knew as well - the tears that spilled without stopping, the sobs that ripped out of your throat until it burned. The tears that used to taste like salt and scotch for him now plagued his daughter. He started to enjoy hunting down her monsters and hacking them apart.

The morning of January 21st, Claudia woke to being lifted, cradled in a pair of strong arms. She patted at the throat above her head, searching for… ah, there it was; a sliver of skin-warmed silver against her palm. “Daddy.”

A kiss on the top of her head. “Happy birthday, Claudie.”

She squinted open her eyes. Eva - sitting with her legs crossed and plaiting her hair - greeted her with a smile. Varisse was rummaging through his pack but paused to wriggle his fingers at Claudia when he saw her eyes open.

She waved back to them, other hand preoccupied with rubbing her eyes. “Why so early?” she yawned.

“We have a surprise for you,” Joseph said. There was a spark back in his blue eyes. It was nice, reminded her of all the times they used to get into trouble together; late-night runs to the nearest 24 hour store to buy party poppers and shaving cream, leaving a very confused clerk behind. Uncle Var tolerated their pranks with rolled eyes and a chiding, grumbled under his breath about how he lived with two children rather than just one.

Not that he was ‘Uncle’ Var anymore. Now he was just Var, her second dad. Claudia decided from early on she liked that even better than having him as an uncle.

“What surprise?” she asked, squirming up in her dad’s arms, arms finding a hold around his neck.

He exchanged a grin with the other two. “You’ll see.”

Eva had fixed Joseph with a pointed look till he relented and put her down. Now they were shuffling through the mall, Joseph holding one of Claudie’s hands, Eva the other, and Varisse had his hands covering her eyes. She was giggling - like the light behind Joseph’s eyes, her laugh hadn’t been heard in far too long.

After a while, she was stopped and turned to face something. Var knelt down behind her.

“You remember how I always used to tell you not to steal anything?”

“Yep,” she said obediently.

“And your dad said..?”

“It’s only bad if you get caught,” she grinned. She heard Varisse sigh, Joseph snicker, then softly curse as Eva cuffed him over the shoulder.

“Well, nobody’s around now, so you can’t get caught,” Varisse said, letting his hands drop from her eyes.

It was a toy store. Small and falling down. There was nothing of value in it for looters, but for a 7 year old who had lost all her toys when the bombs took their house…

Claudia stared at it, then at them. “Really?!”

“Really,” Varisse smiled. “Anything you want, baby, it’s yours.”

That was all the confirmation needed. Claudia was off like a shot, bounding into the store with whoops of excitement.

A day spent collecting toys and piling them in the corner, playing with each in turn and dragging her parents around. They sang happy birthday over a cookie Eva had scrounged up, lit with a match saved for the occasion while Claudie sat in Jose’s lap, beaming a million-watt smile.

They slept the night on a small mountain of stuffed animals. Joseph took the first watch, left hand on his machete, right hand idly stroking his daughter’s hair. Eva’s head on his lap, Varisse’s legs tangled over his, the steady sleeping breaths of the people he loved around him.

He found he didn’t much miss the scotch.

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