#anon you tapped in somewhere hidden

[lxkeee]

Hi!! I absolutely adore/love your works!🥰💕 Also if you do accept a request can you do platonic with reader as the second child of Lucifer and Lilith!

If your requests are closed you can just ignore this and have a good day/night!😁

TO-DO LIST

—Father! Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter! Reader [Platonic]

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Synopsis: Lucifer promised himself to do better, making a to-do list to keep track of what he needed to work on. Including mending his broken relationship with his second daughter.

Notes: will be making a male version of this later.

Additional Notes: anon didn't specify what scenario it is so I just winged it and made up a scenario of my own.

Progress, sure it's slow but progress is progress no matter what the speed of the process is. Lucifer sighs softly to himself, his right hand holding a fountain pen and his left holding a notepad. Moving his hand as he fluidly crossed out something from the paper.

Organize my room. Done.

He smiled proudly at himself, admiring his work. His bedroom is now neat and tidy, the pile of rubber duckies are now stored away properly. Some are used as decorations but the others were hidden somewhere. He made sure to display his proudest creations, such as the backflipping and fire breathing rubber duckie he recently just made.

He promised himself and Charlie that he'll be better. He thanked himself for allowing himself to visit his daughter's hotel. There, he was able to reconnect with her.

His eyes became heavy as his gaze landed on the very last goal he wanted to achieve. Reconnect with [y/n].

Reconnecting with Charlie was easy as the girl was like an exact copy of him. [Y/n] on the other hand is the copy of Lilith, his ex-wife.

Sure, she has his qualities but personality wise. Lilith.

He and [y/n] stopped communicating with one another after he and Lilith split. Guilt. He felt guilty.

He avoided his second daughter as she reminded him so much of her mother.

It's not [y/n]'s fault, nor is it his. He was just grieving, grieving over a love that lasted for so long and suddenly fell apart.

He couldn't process it properly and hurt his daughters in the process.

He doesn't even know what [y/n] is up to lately. Last he remembered is that she took over some things around the kingdom as he was quite useless during these past seven years.

What a shitty father he is. He couldn't protect his daughter. He wonders how much his daughter is going through by temporarily taking his place for the meantime. He could just imagine those filthy sinners looking at her with those disgusting eyes. The harsh words, the objectification.

He just wants to shelter and adore both of his daughters, okay?

Lucifer sighs softly, hand gripping the notepad.

He wants to reconnect so badly but he's being too much of a coward.

He doesn't want to admit it but he's doing all of these tasks because he's prolonging the inevitable of talking to [y/n].

Running away like he always does.

Before he could self destruct like he always does when facing a problem, he could remember Charlie's words, “Healing takes time and you shouldn't rush things if you're not ready. Take one step at a time.”

Lucifer calms down, right. Take my time. I should use this to think about what I should say to her.

Progress, just like Charlie has said.

Slowly and surely, goals that were written down are crossed out one by one.

It took a few weeks at most but he's finally done. Taking out his pen and crossing something out of the notepad.

Try to understand sinners. Done.

His eyes landed on his final goal. Reconnect with [y/n].

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his fast beating heart. He's nervous, that's an understatement because he is downright terrified.

Finally picking up his phone, tapping on to the screen to look for his contacts.

Finally seeing [y/n]'s contact, her profile a rubber duck version of her that he had made.

Taking a deep breath, trying to remember what he planned to say. Finally, his fingers hit the call button.

Ringing. It's ringing.

His fingers taps along the table of his office nervously, waiting for her to accept his call.

“Father...?” [y/n] answers hesitantly from the other line and his heart almost leaped out of his chest. He cringed a little, after his relationship with his second daughter fell apart. She started calling him father instead of dad. Which sounded way too formal for his liking.

Taking a deep breath, he needs this to be perfect.

“Hey sweetie... I am just calling because I am wondering how you have been?” he says, stuttering a little.

The other line went silent for a few moments before she answered, “Are you okay? This has been the first time you've called me in the last... 5 years. Do you need something father?”

He could practically hear doubts in her voice, imagining that she's raising an eyebrow at him at the moment.

“Are you busy at the moment...?” he asked softly and he could hear the deep sigh from the other line, he could practically hear the disappointment from the sigh she let out.

She probably thought he only called her for a favor. What a bad father he is, really.

“Not at the moment, why?”she asked.

“Can I visit?” he asked hesitantly and the line went silent once more.

“Why...?” she asked, he flinches from the question.

“Can't I visit my daughter now?” he asked, jokingly. He can practically imagine her deadpanning at him.

“Surprised to hear you still call me your daughter, I'm sure I didn't feel it for the last seven ish years.”

He flinches, yeah. He hurt her a lot.

“I know [y/n]... I was a horrible father to you and you didn't deserve that treatment but... I want to be better. For you and Charlie... So please? Can I see you...?” he pleaded softly, tears rolling down his cheeks. He could hear her breath hitched from the other line, followed by a sigh.

“Alright, fine. You can come over.” she says, defeated. No matter what he did, she'll always look for her dad.

The phone call ends and Lucifer takes a deep breath, calming himself before eventually teleporting to the other side of the pride circle, where his daughter's office is located.

He immediately teleported to her office, seeing her working on her desk, typing out on her laptop.

Without giving her time to process, he immediately went to her side. Pulling her up from her seat making her yelp in surprise and hugging her.

“Dad?!” she yelped in surprise, surprised by the warmth her father gave her after seven long years. The male hugged her waist. [Y/n]'s eyes soften as she returns the hug.

“I know I treated you so horribly and I cannot justify my actions. You have been nothing but the best daughter to me and I pushed you away. For that I am sorry, please forgive me.” Lucifer pleaded softly, crying silently against her suit.

“I should've been there for you as you lost your mother but I made it all about me. You had to take over my work while also grieving. I should've been more competent but I pushed all my responsibilities to you and for that I am deeply sorry for hurting you.”

[Y/n] stayed silent, crying silently as she hugged her father. She misses him so much.

“And for that, I hope you know that I am very much proud of you. I love you my dearest princess.” he says softly and it was enough for the girl to finally breakdown, sobbing into her father's shoulders as she kneeled down to reach him. Lucifer held her, holding her body protectively.

“I am grateful that you are my daughter more than anything.” he says, running his hand through her hair. His other hand rubs circles on her back for comfort. “You've grown into such an amazing woman and I am very proud of you. I hope you forgive your father for making you do his work. Don't worry, daddy's here now...” he cooed softly, still holding into the crying girl in his arms. He promised to be better. One step at a time.

General Taglist:

@adaizel @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @thedarkkitten @selvyyr @froggybich @brithedemonspawn @kottenox @totallymitya @many-fandoms-lover @dou-dou @mezzyb0nb0n @n1chxyaaenthusiast @cherry-4200 @koirb @galaxyj3lly @crystalplays28 @luleck @scootinonyourmom @rory-cakes @mixplara @crescent-z @bitchyzombienacho @kalisha2004 @altervex @nehy019

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #lxkeee answers #lxkeee hazbin hotel masterlist #lxkeee updates #lucifer #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar

[luvyeni]

hi hi !! sending this ask before i attend uni *again* :")) because their wifi reception is shit so i'll prob be checking back later when i get home hahsha

nerdyboy!renjun (bonus if he wears glasses) who looks really innocent to his gf's eyes before tending to reader's needs—ORAL. FIXATION. (i swear i'm a sucker for that) not necessarily a smut but suggestive enough to be one; the classic finger sucking and intense sexual tension <33

— 🍑

🍑 anon ! i hope uni didn't stress you out too much.... but on to this ask cause nerdy but dom renjun is crazy.

—｛🎂｝nerdy!renjun. who just wants to wait to do anything, and his insatiable girlfriend with a oral fixation.

you think your boyfriend is so cute, the way he innocently pulls away when you try to initiate anything, saying. "im not ready, yet." or "maybe next time." its cute really, but when you look down at his prettys hands, you can't help but want his fingers in your mouth.

renjun isn't stupid, he knows you have a oral fixation, you don't really try to make it hidden. he see's the way your eyes gloss over when you have a lollipop in your mouth, trying to make him lose composure, or when your stare at his hand and bite your lip, crossing your legs, he thinks it's cute that you really think you have all the control, but he's just waiting... waiting for the perfect time to catch you when you aren't aware.

when he does catch you he's going to trick you, have you thinking you have all the power at first, letting you straddle his lap, call him pretty boy, all the works. but when he feels like he's had enough of your teasing, he's just gonna switch.

smirking, he's gonna grab both your wrist with one hand, stunning you. "you really think i'd let you keep going?" his voice deep as hell, as he takes his two fingers, tapping them on your lips. "open baby." eyes sharp as you take his fingers in your mouth, if you moan just know he's gonna mock you.

"teasing me and treating me like a sub, but look at you, drooling on my fingers, trying not to rub yourself against me"

i'm sorry i couldn't make this a full fic, i had to be somewhere

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #nct dream reactions #nct x reader #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream hard hours #nct dream hard thoughts #huang renjun smut #renjun hard thoughts #renjun hard hours #renjun smut #renjun x reader #luvyeni: nctdream hard thoughts

[sillysowa]

Since requests are open, maybe both Miles variants have a s/o and they’re pretty far in the relationship but he starts to get concerned. While he’s introduced them to his family and the s/o frequently spends long hours/spends the night at his house, he’s never been over to his s/o’s place or even heard of their family… It isn’t until Miles comes back from their respective duties (Prowler!Miles coming back from a job, and Spider!Miles doing patrols) when they see a familiar car parked under a park bridge; their s/o’s car… Turns out their s/o used to have an abusive family and has been homeless from before the pair started dating, and was ashamed to admit it.

( also since i’ve seen this idea going around in other users’ requests. if your rendition of Prowler!Miles is the type to give his s/o spending money, maybe he asks what his s/o has been doing and finds majority the money he’s gifted to the s/o hidden in a secret compartment of their seat. The s/o not barely spending the money for, rather obvious reasons since they’re homeless.)

Of course! Here you are Anon!

CARRY ME OUT

PAIRING: MILES MORALES X FEM!READER, MILES G. MORALES X FEM!READER

GENRE: ANGST, FLUFF

WORD COUNT: 1.9K COMBINED

WARNINGS: READERS FAMILY SITUATION IS POOR BUT NOT DESCRIPTIVE, MOSTLY GENDER NEUTRAL DESPITE SOME FEMININE TERMS USED BY PROWLER MILES

AUTHORS NOTE: I DON’T SPEAK ANY SPANISH SO ALL OF MILES G MORALES’S SPANISH IS FROM GOOGLE TRANSLATE, I APOLOGIZE IF ITS INACCURATE OR OBVIOUS

SYNOPSIS: MILES FINDS YOU AT YOUR WORST, BUT HE REMINDS YOU THAT HES ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU, NO MATTER WHAT

—

Miles Morales:

Miles had seen a lot of things that day, and he hadn’t been quite ready to go home yet. The wind whistled past him as he web slung through the ambience of New York. It was a chilly summer night, slightly cold but still humid, and the sunset was beautiful. Miles felt a sense of serenity wash over him, relaxing his pained muscles that were overworked the entire day saving the city. He leaves the bustling streets, swinging to a far off secluded area with less streetlight, less life, and more privacy. Miles just wanted to be able to cool off and relax somewhere far away from others, his backpack full of spray paint clanging around with every movement. He hums to himself, landing down on a bridge. He checks his left and right, praying to not be noticed in this moment of privacy as he pulls himself over the railing and walks under the bridge like a spider. Miles is completely taken aback when he notices a familiar vehicle parked under the bridge, and his heart drops.

Your car? Why was your car all the way out here? Did you live in this neighborhood? Miles suddenly came to the realization that he had no clue where you live, you had never talked about it and he had never asked. He drops down gently, bringing himself down by a web and trying to be as quiet as possible. He walks over to your car and peeks inside—instantly his heart sinks at the sight of a bunched up blanket and who he assumes is you under it. Without doing much thinking, he taps the glass window, concern etched on his features. Your head pops up out of the blankets and you look terrified until you realize it’s Miles, confusion and embarrassment painting your face, there’s a muffled,

“Miles?” Before you open the car door. He stands there, looking down at you with a look that makes you feel guilty for some reason,

“Y/N, baby, are you okay? What are you doing out here?” He asks all worried and upset. You don’t address it, you just sigh and lay back down,

“Just…come in and lock the door.”

Miles does as you ask, dropping his backpack outside and climbing in. His awkward growing height making his entry a little messy, and he catches one glimpse at you before he looks straight ahead. He’s been in your car before, but never like this. He’s cautious when he places his hand on your covered calf, gently rubbing the material despite how nervous he feels,

“Do you…wanna talk about it?” He whispers gently, glancing back at you. You’re on your side facing forward and seemingly zoned out. There’s a trash bag at the bottom of your car, suitcases in the back, and most of your essentials scattered around. Miles feels worry deep inside him over the conditions you’re in—worried that you’re not doing well and that he hurt you by never asking.

“It’s…complicated…but i’m living here right now—in my car.” You sigh, “My parents didn’t want me back at the house so…I left.” You feel ashamed admitting it all to Miles who has a loving family and secure home, but he doesn’t judge you—he sympathizes.

“I’m so sorry. I never knew that they were treating you like this…I-I’m sorry I never asked—“

“Don’t be, Miles…I never wanted you to know and have to worry about me.” You cut him off. Miles feels you tug at his heartstrings like a puppeteer from just the disheartened tone in your voice alone. You sound so broken and hurt, and in the low lighting he can see the slight shine of your teary eyes.

“Y/N…” He calls your name in that sweet sweet voice that you love. That voice that’s genuine and innocent, loving and kind—everything that your parents failed to be. You find yourself crying—warm, wet tears slipping down your cheeks,

“Miles…” You sob, sitting up and reaching for him. Miles instantly takes you into his arms, holding you tight with worry all over his face. He feels your body tremble and shake with each sob, the feeling of your fragile hands desperately clinging to the back of his jacket breaks his heart in two and he smooths his hands over your skin gently, like his mother does to him. He tries to give you that parental love that he’s used to—telling you it’s going to be okay and holding you as gently yet as close and tightly as possible—showing you how much he loves you.

Eventually, you calm down—you’re crying subsiding into sniffles. Miles holds you, leaning back and settling into the seat, holding you close.

“You’re safe with me Y/N, I’ve got you, always.” Miles comforts you. He holds you and gently rocks you to sleep. He one handedly texts his mom,

‘Hey Mom, I’m not coming home tonight but I’m okay—Y/N is homeless and she really needs me. I’ll see you in the morning.’

He doesn’t even wait to see her response, silencing his phone and pulling his hood up. He pulls your blankets up close and smiles softly when he feels you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, your wet eyelashes against his skin. Miles is prepared to do everything in his power to help you through this, even if it’s as simple as helping you sleep at night.

—

Miles G. Morales:

Miles knows about your situation—not because you told him but because he watches you often. Not in a creepy way, (at least that’s what he tells himself) but in a protective way. Especially after the first time he followed you home.

He leapt on the rooftops, absolutely silent with the kind of agility only a vigilante has. He saw you walking into your apartment complex and watched carefully to see just which floor was yours—that was when he heard it. He felt like throwing up by the end of the night, doing everything in his power to stay outside and not burst into your room. He clung to the outside of your window the whole night, watching over you in your sleep.

—

Miles came outside your apartment one night and waited patiently for you to go to bed, but you never did. Instead, he saw you from flights down get into your car with multiple bags, sniffling and driving off. Without a second thought he followed you. Time passed and you never once went home. Miles deducted that you just have left home and would never be returning, and he couldn’t blame you.

After one day, he decided he had to do something. He knew it wasn’t his business and that you might feel embarrassed of him seeing you like this but he couldn’t stand by and watch this happen to you. It wasn’t unusual for Miles to give you money—he’d but you snacks from the vending machines at school everyday, give you fancy gifts like it’s your birthday every week and even send you hundred of dollars for no good reason with just an

‘I love you’ Attached as the message. However, you clearly hadn’t touched a penny. You spent nothing at school when he saw you and nothing after school when he followed you.

Tonight you parked under the bridge again, your inside lights on. He skillfully snuck around the area, remaining far away but using his mask to get a closer look at you. His heart shattered and he groaned. Miles saw that you were sobbing—he couldn’t take it. He raced towards your car, slowing down the moment he neared so as to not scare you. He removed his mask and shrugged his jacket on, zipping it up and coming up to your drivers side door. He taps his knuckles on the glass, looking at you with pinched eyebrows.

You jump and freeze. The last thing you were expecting tonight was your boyfriend at your window. You turned away from him, quickly wiping your tears and rolling your window down.

“Hi, Miles.” You say with the best smile you can muster, your voice betraying you with its broken sound. Miles doesn’t react or say anything, just reaches his hand in, unlocks the door, and opens it. He takes your hands and pulls you gently out of the car,

“Ven aquí, mi vida. Let’s get out of here.” He whispers, kissing you on your forehead. You sigh, watching Miles crouch down in front of your with his hands behind his back,

“Miles I’m not-“

“Trust me.” He says leaving no room for arguing. His tone is gentle and caring despite his seriousness—he doesn’t want to be like your parents. You get on his back and Miles stands up with no struggle, walking with your weight as though you’re not even there,

“Why haven’t you touched any of the money i’ve given you, chiquita?” He asks softly. You hold onto him tightly, squishing your cheek against him,

“Because.” You say, staying silent after. Miles continues walking with you, waiting for you to keep talking. You sigh,

“Because I don’t want to Miles…I feel ashamed. It feels like charity—“

“It’s not charity, baby. I give you money and I give you nice things because I love you. I’m worried. Why have you been sleeping here night after night?” He asks, holding you tightly.

You grow quiet, huffing. Miles walks you to a secluded strangely rural looking spot, laying down in the grass with you. You lay with your head on his chest, squeezing at the fabric of his jacket. The night is cold, and Miles is warm. You finally speak,

“I’m homeless.” You confess. It’s nothing Miles didn’t already know, but hearing you confirm it breaks him. He holds you close, shrugging his jacket around you and doing his best to warm you as he looks up at the stars with you under his arms—he feels a sense of responsibility over you in that moment. Miles wants nothing more than to be the person you lean on to help you through this—or through anything for that matter. He feels your hands grip onto his shirt hard, the fabric feeling tight on his skin. Your body shakes and your start sniffling, causing Miles to shift and face you,

“Oh, mi dulce niña, don’t cry, te tengo bebé.” He murmurs, kissing you softly with his hands on your cheeks. Miles looks as though he could cry as he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, collecting every tear that drops with his thumbprints,

“Miles I-I didn’t know what to do. I’ve been so scared and so alone…” You sob, melting into his touch. Miles closes his eyes as he fights back tears, kissing you all over and soothing you with his affectionate touches,

“You don’t need to worry, mi vida. Let me be your home,” He whispers, holding eye contact with you despite how the look in your eyes shatters his heart, “I will always love you, always support you, and I will never, ever, abandon you.” Miles promises, kissing you tenderly and sweetly. You feel warm with Miles—he keeps you safe and protected and you genuinely trust him with your life. With Miles, you’ve felt a love so genuine it could heal years of pain and suffering…even his hold says, ‘I’ll never let you go.’

He vows to always be your home, and promises he will never let you hurt like this ever again.

—

@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #earth 42 prowler #prowler miles #miles morales fluff #miles morales angst #miles morales comfort #miles morales x reader #spiderman #miles x reader #spiderverse x reader #miles morales fanfiction #silly’s fics

[goosetheluce]

silver stars (Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

requested by anon: Gwen Stacy x fem!reader where the reader is just obsessed with Gwen’s eyebrow piercing??

info: established relationship, fluff, physical affection

a/n: we all just need a little more Gwen fluff in our lives, don't you think

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

"I think if you stare just a little longer, I might actually notice."

"Huh? Oh!"

Gwen's sarcasm cut through your zoned out stare. She tapped her fingertips along with the beat of the song you shared in your ears.

A smirk settled on her lips when she realized you were staring. Heat flushed into your cheeks at being caught.

"What am I supposed to do? Not stare at you?" you retorted eventually, letting your arm fall over her shoulders as you sat on her bed. She shrugged you off playfully and turned to face you.

"That's what's considered socially acceptable, yeah," she teased. You rolled your eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure that we're in a social situation right now," you huffed. You directed your attention elsewhere, opting to bask in the comfort of your girlfriend's room. Band posters littered the walls, and the hardwood floor was swept clean of dust and debris. Even though you couldn't see it, you knew her suit was hidden somewhere safe.

"Hey, I mean, if you like it so much...you can pick another piece out for me to wear," she offered. She brushed the longer side of her hair behind her ear instinctively. She'd never allowed someone to pick something out for her. Gwen always went her own way; at least, until you.

"Wait, for real? Show me."

She leaped up gracefully from her bed and glided towards her dresser. She pulled out the top drawer and gently lifted a box full of accessories. You watched with curious eyes as she popped the locks open and revealed a two layer stack of jewelry.

"Wow," you remarked, thoroughly impressed. You wondered how much money she'd spent on all of it.

You scanned the collection, full of silvers and chocolate golds. Gwen's finger pointed to a particular chunk of the layout. It was seemingly dedicated to eyebrow piercing attachments.

"Take your pick," she chirped before sitting down at her desk, flipping the switch to a light-up mirror. You watched as she ran her hand along her shaved half, then tousled the rest of her locks. You let out a small hum of adoration when she slicked it all back with her digits.

You paid attention to the decision at hand. You loved how silver looked on Gwen's cool-toned skin; it matched perfectly with her sky blue eyes. You flipped through the rows of attachments until a pair caught your eye. They were polished silver stars that glinted in the sunlight pouring through Gwen's window. You carefully extracted them and latched the box's locks closed.

You walked over to Gwen and she beckoned for you to sit in her lap. Your heart raced as you lowered yourself onto her strong thighs, holding out the attachments in your hand.

"I, uh, thought these fit you pretty well," you explained as she brought your hand closer to inspect the stars. She looked up with her adorable gapped smile and nodded.

"I forgot I had these, honestly. They're damn cute, though."

She laid back in the chair and held your hips with her hands. Your pulse pounded as you carefully removed the metal balls intricately twisted onto her piercing. You slid the stars onto the curved barbell, pressing them firmly in place. They perfectly complimented her fun and confident personality.

"Et voila," you beamed dramatically as Gwen swiveled in her seat to check herself out in the mirror. She leaned over your body and titled her head to side, favoring her right eyebrow.

"Huh," she remarked. "This is great! I can't believe I haven't worn these before."

"You look fantastic," you agreed, staring at yourself sitting on her lap in the mirror. She squeezed you in her warm arms gently as she met your eyes in the mirror. She turned to see you right in front of her and craned her neck to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Thanks, (Y/N)."

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

#lucy's inbox #lucy's anons #lucy writes #gwen stacy x fem!reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider x fem!reader #ghost spider x reader #ghost spider #spider gwen #spider gwen x reader #spider gwen x fem!reader #spiderwoman #spiderwoman x reader #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #atsv #itsv #atsv x reader #itsv x reader

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Adoration Equation (Loki x Autistic!Reader w/ Dyscalculia)

Anon’s request: “Could you possibly do 'Loki with a S/O who has dyscalculia?' (And also autism, if you're comfortable with including more than one?) Perhaps they're on a mission and split up from the others, only for the reader to find themselves in a situation where math is involved (Idk, maybe a keypad equation to open something?), and Loki had no idea about their dyscalculia until right then?”

Summary: You and Loki started dating recently, but as seeing you struggle with a seemingly simple part of a mission will show him, there are still some things about you that he doesn’t know.

A/N: I don't have dyscalculia myself (I did research it, but that's not the same as experiencing it), so please let me know if any of my descriptions of it aren’t accurate, so I can revise them. Apart from that, enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: Slight insecurity from the reader.

The hallways of the facility you were infiltrating were silent, save for the distant sounds of gunfire and crashing as your teammates fought through anyone who attacked them, to allow you and Loki the chance to get to the main office. The USB stick that would be used to hack into one of the computers and download classified information about the organisation’s plans, along with the ID card you swiped from a higher-up earlier, felt heavy in your pocket, as you stayed alert to avoid anything that could compromise your mission.

You and Loki found that you worked together quite well in the field. Your respective skills matched up nicely, he made sure to communicate clearly with you, and you were often on the same wavelength. It was no wonder that the two of you would be grouped together for this mission – nor, perhaps, that you had become a couple about a month previously.

Just as you were about to turn down the next corridor, Loki stopped you, gently guiding you behind him as he checked around the corner for any guards. His eyebrows creased after a moment, as he slowly walked further down the hall, tentatively giving you the gesture you had both agreed on to follow him.

Surprisingly, despite the door to your destination being in sight, there were no soldiers near it.

“The coast looks clear.” You murmured, just audible enough for your partner to hear you.

“But why…?” He inquired, seemingly listening out for anyone trying to sneak up on you both. “Why would they not guard somewhere so important?”

You looked around for any hidden cameras, and sure enough, you saw a few – one at each end of the hall, and another that seemed to be embedded in the office door. You lightly tapped Loki’s arm, and silently pointed them out to him.

“They might be planning an ambush.” You whispered.

Loki nodded in response, before summoning a small pellet of green magic, and throwing it at one of the cameras at the end of the hall. Before you could process it, he turned, shooting another at the camera in the door and, finally, at the side of the corridor you had arrived from.

A thick silence fell over you both, knowing that someone was bound to come for you now that the cameras had been destroyed. Sure enough, you both heard footsteps, soon followed by a small group of soldiers rounding the corner in front of you, weapons ready to attack.

Being the seasoned warrior he is, Loki immediately had a plan.

“I’ll take care of them,” he murmured to you, “you open the door.”

“Right.” You agreed, turning back to the direction you were heading in, while Loki dove into battle behind you.

Approaching the door, you took out the stolen card, and looked around for a machine on the wall with a slot to slide it through. Your eyes stopped when you saw what appeared to be exactly that, except it had something extra alongside the card slot.

It was a keypad. You hoped that, perhaps, there would be a code on the card that you could enter without too much trouble – but when you used the card as required, the screen on the device lit up with an equation, an extra security protocol that had to be solved to enter the room.

‘Shit…’ You thought, a sense of dread starting to rise within you, as your mind blocked out the sounds of the fight happening nearby. You realised that this was going to be much harder for you than you had expected, if not outright impossible.

Regardless, you read the calculation, hoping it would be simple enough that you could at least make an attempt at it, perhaps by counting on your fingers. You just hoped that you could get it done before Loki finished fighting…

"8 x 2 x 5 + 750 =”

…and, not knowing where to even start in comprehending this, your mind immediately drew a blank.

‘Shit!’ You thought again, your panic increasing with the knowledge that you were absolutely not going to be able to do this part of the mission.

You weren’t sure of what to do now, the pressure from not being able to act on the job making you feel on edge. Should you help Loki finish his fight? Would he be mad at you for not opening the door? Would he think less of you for not being able to? Why did nobody check to see that this was how it needed to be opened-?!

Your train of thought was interrupted when a hand reached in front of you, catching you off-guard and almost causing you to attack on instinct, until you realised that it was Loki, having already finished his fight. You chanced a brief glance at his face – he wasn’t looking at you, focused on reading the equation, but his brows were downturned, like he was either confused or annoyed by your lack of action. You deeply hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Loki entered the answer into the keypad almost immediately, and the door slid open, revealing the dimly-lit office. The one window in the back wall seemed to pour daylight over the desk with the computer you needed to use, immediately drawing your attention to it like a spotlight on a stage.

Your partner stepped aside, silently gesturing for you to enter the room first, so you could use the USB and finish the job. Avoiding his gaze, you practically speed walked into the room, still feeling self-conscious about what had just happened – you hoped the download wouldn’t take long enough for the subject to be brought up sooner, rather than later.

You pressed the button on the monitor that lit up the screen, and plugged the USB into the tower next to it, the device releasing a virus that automatically broke into the computer’s security details, and collected the necessary information for you.

“We’re in.” you told Loki, as he approached the desk. The adrenaline from the mission up to that point caught up to you, and you cautiously decided to slouch in the chair until the download was complete. “Tony said it should take about five minutes, if no one interrupts us.”

Loki nodded, giving a small hum of acknowledgement. You still didn’t have the courage to look at him yet, but were at least grateful that he wasn’t admonishing you. You were dealing with enough mixed feelings about the situation as is, particularly with regards to whether you should have told him about your dyscalculia before all of this. Especially since you were now in a relationship with him, you were starting to feel guilty about not bringing it up.

“Do you have trouble with maths, by any chance?” Loki’s voice broke through the silence. His tone of voice was neutral, giving little indication as to what he was feeling.

Your leg started to bounce as you stared at the screen, internally cursing the fact that this conversation was, indeed, happening already. You still couldn’t tell whether he was mad at you – you never were the best at telling how people were feeling, especially when they were this subtle – and that fact, combined with the previous issue with the keypad, made you start to feel slightly frustrated. You felt like you couldn’t figure anything out today.

“Yeah, I…” You spoke under your breath, leaning forward to further avoid Loki’s gaze. You rested your forearms on your legs, one of which still jiggled as a nervous stim. Given that there was no other explanation, and you could never successfully lie to your partner about this, you supposed you might as well tell the truth. “…my autism isn’t the only, uh… neurodivergence I have. I also have a learning disability called dyscalculia. It basically makes it a lot more difficult for me to understand maths and numbers than it would be for most people. It doesn't matter if it's equations, telling the time, reading maps... I’ve just never been able to really comprehend it.”

Loki stepped forward, and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. His voice was quiet as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You knew that he most likely felt guilty for unknowingly making you do something you weren’t able to, but the gentle tone in his voice made your stomach churn. You couldn’t help worrying that he was looking down on you, whether he meant to or not.

“I didn’t want you to think less of me for it.” You admitted. “I mean, look at how quickly you solved that keypad. It barely took you any effort! You’re one of the smartest people I know, and…” You finally looked up at your partner, seeing how his face softened at the implication, and you moved your hand to cover his, giving the same reassurance he offered you. “…I don’t necessarily think that I’m stupid for it, but I’m not always sure that other people will feel the same, especially since I joined a team full of people who can do maths so easily. I didn’t want you to think that I’m stupid, just because my brain works like this.”

You glanced back at the computer screen, seeing that the USB was close to finishing its download. You sat up against the chair, and let Loki’s hand move to hold yours.

“Darling,” he squeezed your hand, grounding you, “your dyscalculia doesn’t change how I feel about you. It would be preposterous for anyone to judge your intelligence based on a learning disability – you don’t need to be able to do everything to be worthy of respect.”

Loki looked at the computer screen, and with his gaze away from you, you took a moment to watch the way the monitor’s light emphasised the blue in his eyes. You wondered if he ever noticed that when there was no risk of eye contact, you couldn’t help admiring them, no matter how briefly.

“I love every part of you,” he continued, and your breath caught in your chest at what was his first explicit confession of love towards you, “and this is no exception. I simply wish I had known not to put you in that situation before. I’m sorry for causing you stress by doing so.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned up at him, your body relaxing at the knowledge that there was nothing to worry about. “We’ll know to have me be the one to kick their asses next time.”

Loki chuckled under his breath, looking back at you with that sweet, lovestruck smile, reserved only for you.

In front of you, the download window on the computer screen disappeared, signifying that it was complete. You stood up from the desk chair, pushing it backwards on its wheels while you disconnected the USB and stuffed it back into your pocket, and zipped it to ensure it wouldn't get lost.

You then turned to Loki, and gave him a quick yet heartful kiss on the lips. When you pulled away, he gave you that cheeky smirk that you adored so much.

“I love you, too.” You confessed sincerely, before you both made your way to the office doors, ready to face any threats that may wait on the other side together. “Now let’s finish this.”

#loki x reader #marvel loki x reader #loki imagine #loki imagines #loki x y/n #loki x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #mcu imagine #mcu imagines #mcu x reader #autistic!reader #dyscalculic!reader #neurodivergent!reader #only one request to go and I'll be free from marvel forever

[imagineanime2022]

League Of Villains W/ A Rouge S/O

Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: What if Rogue From the X-Men joins the League of Villains it doesn’t matter which ever LOV character you choose, or all of them just have fun with it😁

Although Shigaraki would be intrigued to know that there is somebody who has a similar quirk like he does? But then again, reader has a quirk like rogue from the X-Men and we don’t know that if she touches someone she can shape shift into them, and also take their powers and some of their memories.

(for those of us who grew up reading the X-Men comics we don’t know what rogue is capable of.)

A/N: Only did two for this one but if you wanted the others let me know and I can get those out too.

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 Shigaraki has never met anyone who has the same drawbacks to their quirk as him, people seemed to misunderstand his fear for touch as a dislike for it. 🤚 He doesn’t see that there is anything to hide when he first meets you and so he doesn’t fear your touch or shy away from it. He is still careful with his touch but he’s more relaxed around you because you don’t fear him. 🤚 Honestly believes that you are very useful, with your quirk you were able to slide seamlessly into undercover situations and go undetected. 🤚 As someone who is in a relationship with him, you would have different ways of showing affection which take centre stage. Words, Acts and such become commonplace especially when you can't touch each other.

It was early morning, you had woken up ready for the day but it seemed that Shigaraki hadn’t actually been to sleep yet. “Have you been up all night?” You asked. Shigaraki looked at you for a second before shrugging. “What’s the time?” He asked. “7:00am.” You answered shuffling down the bed crossing your legs as your hands reached out to his hair gently playing with it. “Yes.” Came a late answer to an earlier question and you rolled your eyes. “You were supposed to be getting some sleep, we’ve got a lot to get done today, you can’t fall asleep in the middle of the day.” You warned him and he rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to fall asleep.” He grumbled, you lifted your hands in surrender even if he couldn’t see you and shuffled around him standing to head to the bathroom and start getting ready before you got too far Shigaraki a small tap to your thigh, a short touch that called your attention to him without risking the activation of either of your quirks. “I’ll sleep once we’re done.” You smiled as you walked over and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll find some time for you to get some rest.” You promised “now get dressed we have to get down there before they come looking for us.” “Mmm.” He hummed. “Don’t worry we’ll be sending most of the off somewhere else today.” You winked. “Then it’ll just be us.”

Dabi

🔥 Dabi had things to hide, your quirk made him uncomfortable at first, he was lad for your tendency to wear gloves and watch where you touched. 🔥 Most of the other members had no problem with you touching them and possibly seeing a part of them that they hadn’t shared yet, but his plan hinged on the fact that his identity and everything that he hid stayed hidden. 🔥 You respected that but it made it harder for you to get to know each other very well. That being said you worked well together considering no one really knew who Dabi was and you could be anyone you wanted, you were perfect for information gathering and became close quickly. 🔥 Once you were in a relationship, he trusted you more and eventually told you what he had been hiding. You promised to keep it a secret and even help him get what he wanted.

You stumbled back as Kai’s memories merged with your own, caught so off guard that if Dabi hadn’t been watching to protect you with his own blast of fire, he caught you around the waist and pulled you back away from the man as Shigaraki took up the fight. It wasn’t until Kai had left that Dabi turned to you gently moving your hair from your face as he looked you over to make sure that you were okay. “What did you see?” Shigaraki asked. “I…” You tried to make sense of it, you had only seen flashes. “You what?” Shigaraki asked impatiently. “Give her a minute, back off.” Dabi warned as he turned back to you. “Are you okay?” “I’m okay.” You answered. “His head and memories, the way that he sees the world makes him dangerous, I’ve never seen someone who thinks that way… He’s dangerous and he’s playing 6 moves ahead.” “So he’s smart?” Shigaraki asked. “More than that, he shows a total disregard for those around him, he’s clinical in his actions, he has a weapon, something he holds at the key to his plan, I don’t know what it is, given how important it is it’s hidden behind barriers.” You explained. “Thank you.” Shigaraki said before standing “wait here, I will meet him as he wants and we will act from there.” “You shouldn’t go alone maybe-” “You are in no state to go anywhere, I will be fine, he has no intention of killing me, if he did, he would have tried already.” Shigaraki reminded him. “Let him go, you need rest, I’ve never seen anyone hit you that hard.” Dabi said as Shigaraki left. “He didn’t want me in his head, he’s not well, OCD affects the way that the brain works and so being in it even if only for a few seconds was disorientating.” You explained. “Then rest.” He prompted. “Yeah okay.” You nodded.

Request Here!!

#my hero academia reader insert #my hero academia oneshot #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia #tomura shigaraki oneshot #tomura shigaraki imagine #tomura shigaraki #dabi oneshot #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader

[awkwardgtace]

Promt 59 with Kyrie and Melodie (Knight AU)?

I love them!

Anon ty for this prompt! I hope I picked it from the right list, if I guessed the wrong one feel free to send it in again with something to tell me what list you mean!

Melody and Kyrie had a job go a bit wrong.

TW: For injury, mentions of death, mentions of blood

Cave In

“-dy! Melody!” Kyrie’s voice echoed around her. She didn’t want to move, her body was aching. Something heavy sat on her chest. “Melody, can you hear me!”

She closed her eyes tighter. His voice was too loud, it made her head hurt. She heard something like shuffling, but it was wrong. Melody could barely remember how she got here. 

“Melody please answer!” His voice was louder, echoing more. She heard something crash nearby, it made her jolt. “I can’t fit, I’m not small enough. Melody… please”

Fit? He was only a bit taller than her, right? If she fits somewhere he shouldn’t have any trouble. With a heavy sigh she accepted she had to try and move. Shifting all her strength into her arms she forced the heavy thing off of her. Opening her eyes she found nothing but darkness around her. Slowly she brought a hand up to her head, tapping her helmet’s visor. Her eyes burned when the spell took over, a sign the spell was working.

As the burn faded she could see the walls around her. The ceiling of a cave, a large boulder next to her. Cautiously she lifted herself enough to look for an exit. Her chest ached dully, but she managed to sit up enough to look around. Behind her was just more solid rock. A gust of warm air in front of her gave her some hope about an entrance. With a lot of struggle Melody maneuvered onto her stomach and began to crawl towards the gust of air.

“Melody!” Kyrie’s voice seemed to make the cave around her tremble. She felt another gust of air. A scent trailed with it, almost like blood. It made her shiver, but she had to go towards the only opening she knew about. “Please answer me! Please be ok…”

Melody opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a cough. Another attempt at talking met a wheeze instead. She was tempted to pull off her armor and assess whatever damage she’d received. For once she knew that would be a horrible mistake. There was a dull burn the more she focused on herself, a burn of Caprice’s healing spells mixed with her enchantments.

She started to move again. There was that strange shuffling again. Another gust of air, the scent of blood seemed almost stronger. It made her wonder if it was her own blood. Each inch she managed to move filled her with dread. Something was out there, something that made Kyrie nervous.

The next gust of air had more scents to it. Scents of food she recognized. It made her cough, the strange shuffling sounded again. It wasn’t the same as someone moving. There wasn’t cloth in the noise either. Something almost like armor moving against walls. It reminded her a bit of Nutmeg’s scales when she moved around the training room.

She had to crawl under a pile of stone from the collapsed cave.. She heard rocks clacking around her. As the space grew smaller she started to grow scared. Another gust of that strange smelling air spurred her on. Finally she made it out to a more open area. The room around her looked wrong. Her mind couldn’t remember how she’d even gotten into a cave in the first place.

The air she’d been feeling washed over her again. She rolled onto her back to see the source and almost screamed. A mouth above her, too small and too big for Kyrie. A scream attempted to escape her, but all that came out was a strained wheeze. The shuffling sounded as the mouth above her was moved. Despite the spell for her vision she struggled to make out features of the being above her. 

Massive hands moved until they were on either side of her. Average for a giant, but too small for her giant. The mouth above her moved closer. The giant’s eyes stayed hidden from her. Another wash of their breath smelling of blood and food. She didn’t know why their breath would smell like that.

“Damn it,” she watched the mouth above her speaking, Kyrie’s voice came out. “I can’t believe I’m stuck here at this size! I need to make sure she’s ok.”

A squeak escaped her as one of the hands next to her moved. Kyrie’s head moved until she could make out his eyes. She couldn’t follow anything, her chest still hurt. The last thing she remembered was Kyrie shouting and pushing her. His hands were still in his armor, how was he so big? She watched as fingers slowly surrounded her.

“Melody? How long have you…” he said. His voice was almost terrifyingly quiet. It had been so loud before. “Are you… did… Did I hurt you?”

“Ky-“ she broke into a coughing fit. She expected the fingers to tighten around her. but they pulled away. She reached out to the fingers, but Kyrie kept them out of her reach.

“I’m so sorry.” The way he spoke broke her heart. “The rocks were coming and all I could do was push you out of the way…  I panicked. I used too much strength.”

There was a lot more room now. She tried to push herself up, but there was a pain in her ribs that made her fall on her face. She needed to get one of the potions from beneath her armor. The fingers that left her came back. Their touches were light, but made her feel a lot better. With the strength she had, Melody grabbed one of his fingers. Using it as leverage she managed to bring herself to a sitting position.

The burn of the emergency healing spell was stuck in her bones. She needed to pull off her breast plate, but the pain would be leagues worse than the dull burn. Melody grunted, putting her full weight against the fingers near her. She heard Kyrie gasp high in the air. She wouldn’t let him pull away. Those fingers were the only thing grounding her.

“Why are you trusting me? I almost killed you,” he said. 

She heard the tears in his voice before one landed near her. After taking a deep breath she tried to take him in. He was hunched over, his back had to be right against the ceiling. The fingers surrounding her weren’t even half her height in width. He shifted his weight, a strange noise against his back. It was that shuffling she heard before getting close to him. A rock almost her size rolled down his shoulder and crashed against the ground.

The fingers around her shifted to hold her after that. She smiled, barely holding in another cough. Even if he thought she should be scared he was more focused on protecting her. Digging her fingers into the strange material of his armor she braced herself. With him at her back she could do it. Using her other hand she grabbed the connector on her breast plate and forced it apart. It clattered to the ground while she screamed.

“Melody!?” Kyrie’s shout rocked the world around them. It would have hurt if she hadn’t been in so much pain already. He scooped her up into his hands, the feeling of the strange material was comforting. If she wasn’t in so much pain she would have laughed when her armor landed on his palm with her, he didn’t miss any details.

After taking a lot of deep breaths she managed to be stable again. She reached for the pouches of potions and prepped spells she kept. The potion Caprice made sure was always stocked after meeting Nutmeg was the first her hands touched. The ache in her chest continued, but she knew what this was from. It wasn’t Kyrie.

One more deep breath and she pulled the potion to her face. She flicked the top of it off with her thumb and quickly downed the contents. Her body burned as the magic started to heal her. For all the pain she was in, her only focus was on the fingers around her. She could hug them and she did. Wrapping her arms around Kyrie’s thumb and burying her face against the fake leather of his gauntlet’s fingers. She heard him gasp again, but didn’t care. 

“Melody… please be ok, can I help? I’m so sorry I won’t… we won’t…” he said. She coughed again to stop him. Whatever had kept her voice locked was healing first.

“D… dummy,” she wheezed. The hand she was on jolted eliciting a gasp of pain. She heard the splash of a massive tear near her. “Wasn’t you…”

“What do you mean?” The finger she held started to move. She tried to hold on tighter, but Kyrie used other fingers to pull her from his finger. Before she could complain he had moved her on his hand and given her a different finger to hold. “I… I almost…”

“One rock. One landed on me.” She had to pause for some more deep breaths. “You saved me. I don’t think…” Coughs took over before she could finish. 

He pulled her closer to his eyes. When he did the rocks on his back crashed around them. With a speed she didn’t expect he pulled her to his chest. The world seemed to shake as he held her close. The rocks didn’t stop falling for a solid minute. All clattering off him and down to the ground she’d been on before. Melody closed her eyes and buried herself into the hand holding her. 

The fingers around her were tightened. She could feel his pulse, the gauntlets were too thin to block it at this size. The racing beat still managed to relax her. The burn in her body started to fade as the potion finished working. Her chest still hurt, but it was going to be a lot easier to talk now. Perfect timing as Kyrie brought his hand up to his face again, close enough his nose almost touched her. His eyes were still shining from tears he held back.

“Melody… I don’t… I’m sorry I wish I’d-” Melody put a hand on his lips to stop him. He froze the second he moved.

“If you hadn’t pushed me, I wouldn’t be alive,” she said. Her voice didn’t sound right. Her throat might still be injured; she needed another potion and probably some time. “It’s not the first time I’ve been in a collapsed cave either. It’s not like young fae aren’t adventurous. We seem a bit stuck though…”

They sat in silence for a long period. She slipped her hands off his lips and tried to hug his nose. He pressed his nose into her, it was kind of weird when it wasn’t almost three times her height. He let out a sigh.

“I thought I killed you… After it collapsed ahead of me too,” he mumbled. “You weren’t answering, and they were enough to split my chest piece. I didn’t smell blood so I…”

“I’m fine because of you,” she whispered. He laughed and it rumbled through her. There was more noise of rocks falling.

“I can get us out, but I might scare you.” She tightened her hold on his nose.

“It won’t scare me.”

They both knew it was a lie. It might scare her, but she’d move past it. Kyrie pulled her from his nose, pausing at his mouth. He kissed her quickly, the sensation of lips covering only part of her was strange. He pulled her to his chest before she could respond. She heard a massive breath enter his lungs before the muscles in his hand tensed. Melody closed her eyes to try and block out the sound of the cave cracking as Kyrie started to move. It was easy to forget that Kyrie was always holding back how strong he was, that no enchantment took away just what he was.

“Why did your breath smell like blood?” she shouted.  The grunt he made caused her to jump, but all he did was tighten his fingers around her slightly. She knew he was actively destroying the cave to get them out, but she felt safe in his hand.

“I bit my tongue pretty badly when the rocks hit my back. I think I was pretty lucky they cracked my armor,” he said. 

The rest of the time she stayed silent. The only noise around the two of them was destruction. There was enough space in his fingers to let the fresh air hit her once he’d broken free. The idea of seeing the remnants of the cave terrified her a bit. The reason they were even there still escaped her. He kept her held tightly against him.

“Melody,” his voice was quiet again. “I… don’t really want you to see what I did to get us out. Can I carry you back?”

Melody hummed in response. She didn’t mind, her body was still exhausted. The healing potion and healing spell weren’t doing much. She jumped, her armor she had to put it back on.

“Pull your hand back a bit!” she shouted. He did what she asked. It felt weird that his fingers were roughly her height. She kind of liked it too. The breastplate she took off slid on his palm down to her. She started to fix it back in place before giving Kyrie an answer. A familiar burn filled her body again. “If you remind me what we were here for you can.”

The smile he gave her sent her heart racing. He cupped her to his chest, those fingers surrounding her again. He used the pad of his finger to pet her head before taking a step forward. His steps reached her, making her jump a bit each time. The spell Pelago had cast on his armor must not have been as strong when a piece was shattered.

“We were here to follow up on reports the cave was unstable,” he whispered. Melody just pressed her face into his armor.

“Looks like we can confirm them…”

#awkwardanswers #gt #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t #g/t writing #gt writing #gianttiny #gt community #g/t community #oc:Melody #OC:Kyrie

[vitanithepure]

Hey! I'm that anon that asked about the Weave and it's potentials. I'm so happy that you liked the idea because I've actually decided to come up with more ideas!

It's started with me thinking "man, it's a damn shame that there's only one Tav origin story (Dark Urge), it would have been way cooler if there were more options! But maybe I can work something out". So what if this Tav was a unique Weave magic? I've noticed that if you play as a sorcerer and do the magic lesson date with Gale they literally say "that's the deity you wizards adore, Mystra right?" which makes me wonder if sorcerers don't need to worship her since they are born with magic already (maybe some do worship her but I guess it's their choice altogether). Also, we know that Mystra is the goddess of magic but what if there was (potentially) a god of the INNER magic. You know the say (if you ever heard it) that every human is a whole universe. So what if we applied that in "every sentient being is a Weave on its own". What if there was someone (Tav) who can tap not only their inner magic but also other people's inner magic, even to those who don't have a strong connection with arcana/magic this someone can connect you with it like it's second nature and to those who are already well connected with them to amplify it. Not only that but maybe with the help of this Tav the magic that comes out of the person that's being helped is unique and special. What if this Tav, with this mysterious new Weave has also the possibility to become a whole new deity (of inner magic). I bet Mystra would try everything in her power to not have new competition.

Now here comes another idea: What if Tav has this unique Weave because there's been an imbalance with magic/ Mystra is turning into a potential danger? They don't necessarily need to eliminate her, at the very least to expose that something is not right about this version of her (since Mystra was once a mortal has Tav stated to Gale specifically to convince him to not fall for the Crown). Mystra becomes aware that her position as a goddess is in danger (plus the potential risk of another Karsus on the horizon) so either during or after the main story Mystra orders Gale to either bring them to her, or worse kill them either by his hand or by detonating. So, depending on how your relationship with Gale is... will he follow through Mystra's order, or will he finally cut once and for all his ties with her? (to add a sprinkle of angst maybe Mystra makes him unable to use magic forever until Tav helps him find his inner magic). Ohhh the angst potential is big!!

Honestly thought, I would rather have Mystra to just be put to justice since she's been horrible on poor Gale. Not only that but apparently I've heard that even if Gale sacrificed himself it wouldn't resolve the problem of the mind flayer at all, just a convenient thing to get rid of the Crown and the Karsus Weave aka Gale. Also I saw somewhere that apparently where Minsc was born any child with incredible magic where hidden and trained in secret to make sure that Mystra didn't find them and do gods what! Seriously, what the hell is wrong with her and her interest with talented children?!? It's like she finds them just so she can mold them to what she likes and doesn't like?!

So sorry that you have to get another long ask but I couldn't resist myself. Have a nice day!

Hello again!

Sorry it took me ages to respond. That is a lot of things and work is killing me to the point I have almost zero energy for internet-browsing >.<

But first things first. Sorcerers.

From my understanding, nobody needs to worship any god to use the Weave (Shadow Weave aside, as it has the unfortunate side-effect of driving you mad if not protected by Shar, I think?). Being on good terms with Mystra could possibly get you access to some neat abilities, but she doesn't lock the Weave away from your average joe. I'm sure she could, but that would be a micro-management nightmare :D

That being said, I don't think magic works the same way on each Plane? Warlocks come to mind, they can have a Fey patron for example, so my guess would be the Feywild has its own source of magic, parallel to Mystra's Weave? Even if not, headcanoning Tav being Fey themselves sounds very appealing. 

I think stranger things have happened in the Realms than someone from another Plane bringing with them some mysterious force or artifact or…anything. I mean, I think the Dragonborn kind of made their entrance to this world this way? Crash-landing on Faerun and bringing along their gods (very oversimplified, I know!)?

Now, Mystra.

As much as I am ambivalent to outright hostile towards her, depending on her incarnation, I don't think she has much to fear? An upstart god poses literally no threat to her. She has been around for far too long and has way too much power. Would it be a nuisance for her? Sure. D&D Gods have surprisingly fragile egos, I noticed. 

I think it would take some outer-plane god in equal power to make her outright hostile. Like, someone who can wield the magic she locked away or someone who has alternative means to access that destructive level of magic to make another Karsus's Folly situation.

But damn, you have some angsty ideas going on in your head, Anon, I love it :D

As for Gale himself…well, I talked a lot about how inconsiderate and cruel Mystra's role has been in his story. I have no idea if she knew about the Absolute being a Netherbrain or not, but come on…even Elmister says "she's Mystra, of course she knows" and I'm pretty sure this is the case. She knows, but doesn't care. 

To her it's a foolproof plan - the upstart god is gone along with its Chosen and the orb and Crown of Karsus is out of the picture. All it takes is the annihilation of a few mortals, her former Chosen as well, but again - just some mortal - and then a few thousand more when mindflayers will pop-up left and right. 

And again, I don't know much about the 5ed D&D Mystra, but the game doesn't paint a pretty picture of her. Then again, very in character for someone labeled as "lawful neutral". I'd like to see some justice, but that is out of the scope of…well, anyone at this point, I think. Unless she crosses Ao or some really unimaginable things happen, she is pretty much safe from any consequence. As gods usually are.

At this point it's neat to headcanon Tav becoming powerful enough in a century or two and go have a talk with some really powerful beings that were harassing their loved ones :)

#but I DO like the idea of an alternative magic source #not even another Weave #but something...new #need to ponder on this #thank you for the ask!! #bg3 spoilers

[prowerprojects]

(Modern Tails anon) Considering there's apparently financial troubles going on with IDW, one has to wonder if the comic lives long enough to see that story one day.

Heh, the funny thing is, he could technically do those things too. Maybe not as well, but a kid fox genius running around with a flamethrower he built being alongside Blaze has to invoke some type of interesting imagery. Same with a stealth mission with Rouge.

I figured, especially with Sonic is one the earliest examples of seeing a video game character having a clear personality. (At least those Origins cutscenes added something more upfront; albeit very late for this decades-long series. But something to refer back to nonetheless.)

I think I've seen that somewhere. The most I know of Tails himself in that continuity is that he and other foxes are from some secret zone and he has grown the title of hero in that village through rather clumsy, but well-meaning antics. Albeit through lying at first.

(Yup, AOSTH Tails even turned an entire truck into a mechanical dragon and handled himself while Sonic was frozen in stone. The most SatAM did was that one episode near the end. I still wonder if the plans for season 3 had gone through, would Tails be looked at a bit differently depending on how it went since his role was supposed to expand greatly.)

Hmm, it's going to depend on how these next set of episodes go. Seeing the other Tailses will likely strike a chord in Nine; but that doesn't fully mean villain arc. Existential crisis, maybe. I expect him more to tap into something hidden within him he didn't notice before. (Probably doesn't help that outside of Sonic and Shadow, we don't know the Prime versions of the characters that well; not great if you don't have at least basic knowledge on Sonic. If Tails did show some "Nine" traits during his early days with Sonic; specifically the trusting and friends part, I think there'd be a fairer grasp of why Tails didn't end up like Nine and why Nine is slowly resembling the original Tails. This applies to the other counterparts too, not just his alone.) Heh, never doubt the power of a fandom has when they catch the slightest bit of angst fuel from any character. And missing the nuances that come with grey/neutral characters. (Trust me, I'd love to see Tails let loose some raw, unbridled emotion that could have you think about his morality or sense of justice, but in the right context. Something I don't see Prime fully committing to, whether they DO go through with it.)

Two intelligent scientific minds, separated by different upbringings and how they apply their emotions to their logic, but still learning about how the world works and defy said logic through personal experience. All while seeking approval and praise. Lots of potential there.

There was another Sonic Channel story last year that basically said the same thing about their bond. One being "they have something that goes beyond trust", that "they know what the other needs without having to speak". (Also, their dynamic breaks some the typical tropes you see with 'hero-sidekick'. Like, the latter has the base of operations, not the former. Also, it is not funny and wholesome that Sonic considers this baby fox that attached himself to a younger him the biggest source help he could have ever hope for?)

Honestly I'm not very knowledgeable on how this whole deal works, so I won't say anything on the matter. I wonder if we could get a Sonic webtoon? I know DC comics and Archie both have at least one. Of course, both of them are of questionable quality, but who knows, maybe we'll luck out!

Haha, that's true! Personally I don't really care for him being a kitsune spirit, but I've been thinking of an idea where he replicates their abilities with his tech to make someone else believe he is one.

Yep, Fleetway Tails is from the Nameless Zone which is kind of like old-timey alternative dimension with magic and goblins and stuff. He was kind of loser there, so he moved to Mobius hoping he'd make a name for himself, but he was still a loser there too. But he was too embarrassed and wrote to his family that he became a hero. In the early StC, the writers weren't kind to Tails. He usually just messed things up or got captured (you could kinda understand Sonic's frustration with him, though he could stand to be nicer), and if he did manage to save the day, it was due to sheer luck. He got better though, especially after Sonic got stuck in another dimension. (After he came back, the Freedom Fighters kind of went their separate ways, but S&T often had adventures together as a duo. They both kinda grew up, Tails became more competent and stopped caring as much about impressing people (including Sonic), and Sonic mellowed out and stopped being as harsh on him. They became a better team! I have a soft spot for the stc!Unbreakable Bond, you just kind of have to take into account the specifics of the writing of stc as a whole, I understand it's not everyone's cup of tea.)

(I... have mixed feelings on satam, but mostly I just can't finish watching it. It feels like a drag. Not something I would be watching if it wasn't Sonic-related. Not gonna comment on the quality of it, because there are some other shows I felt similarly about and they're super critically acclaimed, like atla. (If Tails was more prominent I mind have at least been watching for his sake) I promised a friend I would read Archie and I wanted to watch satam first, but it looks like at this point I'll just have to skip to the comics.)

I really want to see different counterparts interacting. I'm kind of with Shadow on this situation, try as I may I don't really see them as separate people, I'm more interested in what they could say about the Prime versions of the characters. But it would be more effective if we spent more time with the Prime versions in the first place. I'm hoping for more flashbacks tbh. (Plus I just love how the og models for the characters look without the Shatterverse clothes)

Oh yeah I remember that one! Man I love how Sonic Channel hypes up their bond. I hope we'll get to see more of this in the next games. Sonic really lucked out (and so did Tails of course!)

#i also feel like (though I have a bit of a trouble articulating it) that tails is more of a traditional hero-type than sonic #but I always feel goofy trying to explain this #(this is on your comment about subverting hero/sidekick stereotypes) #tails #blue blur #sonic & tails #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #project.txt

[lxkeee]

TO-DO LIST

-Father! Lucifer Morningstar x Son! Reader [Platonic]

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Synopsis: Lucifer promised himself to do better, making a to-do list to keep track of what he needed to work on. Including mending his broken relationship with his second child.

Notes: the male version of this as I've promised.

Additional Notes: anon didn't specify what scenario it is so I just winged it and made up a scenario of my own.

Progress, sure it's slow but progress is progress no matter what the speed of the process is. Lucifer sighs softly to himself, his right hand holding a fountain pen and his left holding a notepad. Moving his hand as he fluidly crossed out something from the paper.

Organize my room. Done.

He smiled proudly at himself, admiring his work. His bedroom is now neat and tidy, the pile of rubber duckies are now stored away properly. Some are used as decorations but the others were hidden somewhere. He made sure to display his proudest creations, such as the backflipping and fire breathing rubber duckie he recently just made.

He promised himself and Charlie that he'll be better. He thanked himself for allowing himself to visit his daughter's hotel. There, he was able to reconnect with her.

His eyes became heavy as his gaze landed on the very last goal he wanted to achieve. Reconnect with [y/n].

Reconnecting with Charlie was easy as the girl was like an exact copy of him. [Y/n] on the other hand is the copy of Lilith, his ex-wife.

Sure, the boy has his qualities but personality wise. Lilith.

He and [y/n] stopped communicating with one another after he and Lilith split. Guilt. He felt guilty.

He avoided his son as he reminded him so much of his mother.

It's not [y/n]'s fault, nor was it his. He was just grieving, grieving over a love that lasted for so long and suddenly fell apart.

He couldn't process it properly and hurt his children in the process.

He doesn't even know what [y/n] is up to lately. Last he remembered is that he took over some things around the kingdom as his father was quite useless during these past seven years.

What a shitty father he is. He couldn't protect his son. He wonders how much his son is going through by temporarily taking his place for the meantime. He could just imagine those filthy sinners looking at him with those disgusting eyes. The harsh words, the criticism.

He just wants to shelter and adore both of his children, okay?

Lucifer sighs softly, hand gripping the notepad.

He wants to reconnect so badly but he's being too much of a coward.

He doesn't want to admit it but he's doing all of these tasks because he's prolonging the inevitable of talking to [y/n].

Running away like he always does.

Before he could self destruct like he always does when facing a problem, he could remember Charlie's words, “Healing takes time and you shouldn't rush things if you're not ready. Take one step at a time.”

Lucifer calms down, right. Take my time. I should use this to think about what I should say to him.

Progress, just like Charlie has said.

Slowly and surely, goals that were written down are crossed out one by one.

It took a few weeks at most but he's finally done. Taking out his pen and crossing something out of the notepad.

Try to understand sinners. Done.

His eyes landed on his final goal. Reconnect with [y/n].

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his fast beating heart. He's nervous, that's an understatement because he is downright terrified.

Finally picking up his phone, tapping on to the screen to look for his contacts.

Finally seeing [y/n]'s contact, his son's profile a rubber duck version of him that he had made.

Taking a deep breath, trying to remember what he planned to say. Finally, his fingers hit the call button.

Ringing. It's ringing.

His fingers taps along the table of his office nervously, waiting for him to accept his call.

“Father...?” [y/n] answers hesitantly from the other line and his heart almost leaped out of his chest. He cringed a little, after his relationship with his second child fell apart. He started calling him father instead of dad. Which sounded way too formal for his liking.

Taking a deep breath, he needs this to be perfect.

“Hey sweetie... I am just calling because I am wondering how you have been?” he says, stuttering a little.

The other line went silent for a few moments before he answered, “Are you okay? This has been the first time you've called me in the last... 5 years. Do you need something father?”

He could practically hear doubts in his voice, imagining that he's raising an eyebrow at him at the moment.

“Are you busy at the moment...?” he asked softly and he could hear the deep sigh from the other line, he could practically hear the disappointment from the sigh his son has let out.

He probably thought he only called him for a favor. What a bad father he is, really.

“Not at the moment, why?”[y/n] asked.

“Can I visit?” he asked hesitantly and the line went silent once more.

“Why...?” he asked, he flinches from the question.

“Can't I visit my son now?” he asked, jokingly. He can practically imagine him deadpanning at him.

“Surprised to hear you still call me your son, I'm sure I didn't feel it for the last seven ish years.”

He flinches, yeah. He hurt his son a lot.

“I know [y/n]... I was a horrible father to you and you didn't deserve that treatment but... I want to be better. For you and Charlie... So please? Can I see you...?” he pleaded softly, tears rolling down his cheeks. He could hear his son's breath hitched from the other line, followed by a sigh.

“Alright, fine. You can come over.” [y/n] says, defeated. No matter what he did, he'll always look for his dad.

The phone call ends and Lucifer takes a deep breath, calming himself before eventually teleporting to the other side of the pride circle, where his son's office is located.

He immediately teleported to his son's office, seeing him working on his desk, typing out on his laptop.

Without giving him time to process, he immediately went to his son's side. Pulling him up from his seat making him yelp in surprise and hugging him.

“Dad?!” he yelped in surprise, surprised by the warmth his father gave him after seven long years. The male hugged his waist. [Y/n]'s eyes soften as he returns the hug.

“I know I treated you so horribly and I cannot justify my actions. You have been nothing but the best son to me and I pushed you away. For that I am sorry, please forgive me.” Lucifer pleaded softly, crying silently against his son's suit.

“I should've been there for you as you lost your mother but I made it all about me. You had to take over my work while also grieving. I should've been more competent but I pushed all my responsibilities to you and for that I am deeply sorry for hurting you.”

[Y/n] stayed silent, crying silently as he hugged his father. He misses him so much.

“And for that, I hope you know that I am very much proud of you. I love you my dearest prince.” he says softly and it was enough for the boy to finally breakdown, sobbing into his father's shoulders as he kneeled down to reach him. Lucifer held him, holding his body protectively.

“I am grateful that you are my son more than anything.” he says, running his hand through his son's hair. His other hand rubs circles on his son's back for comfort. “You've grown into such an amazing man and I am very proud of you. I hope you forgive your father for making you do his work. Don't worry, daddy's here now...” he cooed softly, still holding into the crying boy in his arms. He promised to be better. One step at a time.

#lxkeee answers #lxkeee updates #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lxkeee hazbin hotel masterlist #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel x reader

[kae-karo]

for the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask thing, uh..... can i ask for all of them? i really want to know your answers to like, all of them

hey hey anon my beloved do u know that u are now my favorite anon ???? thank u for this lmaoooo (for context - x) i'll put this under a cut cause it's a long one!

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

u know i really am trying to get over my 'posting unusual kink fic is not cringe' vibes but it's a slow process so i will say that the two ovipos/egg-related fics i have out there rn are probably up there. not in a like 'this is embarrassing to enjoy' kind of way just truly in a 'i am not used to writing this kind of thing and i am still getting comfy with it' much in the same way i felt when i first started writing/posting smut lmao

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

honestly any kaeluc interaction in canon just makes me 🥺🥺 like whatever they are in canon (i don't particularly care lmao) it's just nice to see them interact and then turn around and see the bits of non-interaction relating to each other (ie hidden strife letters) and just getting the clear sense for how much they really care about each other

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

oh man i've done this maybe a handful of times? some recent faves include tdrk saying "I would like to reciprocate your flirting" and later "I believe this is called a kabedon". i did also post some chaeya who i think lend themselves well to a bit of comedy where they both get to just. laugh a little over the absurdity of kaeya fucking a slime, and reading that over again just made me laugh bc they're both a little silly abt the whole thing

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

uhhhhh i mean most of the time i write for myself bUT i will say there were a couple little one-liners in my chaeya fic that were not meant to be playfully mean any of my regular readers just the ones who might stumble upon an ostensibly chaeya fic and happen to think they're safe from kaelucs :) lmao

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

i do not!! every now and then if i'm really having a hard time divorcing myself from a fic enough to edit it, i might tap on someone to see if they have time to just check that the concept like. makes sense. but no, i don't have a beta and a solid 95% of my fics are entirely unbeta'd, we die like (insert fandom death person here lmao)

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

fire. there's always fire imagery somewhere, partly a product of obsessing over characters with fire in their premise (dabi, diluc, tdrk, bkg) and partly just cause it lends itself well to eliciting emotions i think?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

ohhhh boy that's a hard question lmao i guess it depends on your definition of a wild ride right? the one with the broadest spectrum of emotions is probably the days are so short, and you are so lovely (x) just cause like. u will cry i cry every time i read it lmao

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

i think i do a pretty good job of immersion!! that's my favorite part of stories so i really work hard to make my stories feel immersive and i think i do it well!

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

sort of depends on what 'first kiss' is defined as? first kiss overall like the first time a chara has kissed someone? eh, take it or leave it, probably depends on the rest of the fic. first kiss between two characters? i eat that shit up i love fics where characters are just getting together for the first time

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i do not understand how ppl can listen to music of any kind while writing lmao i am just so so unable to listen to Anything even without lyrics or even the like 'helps you focus' music i just cannot. therefore, no songs on loop except whatever happens to get stuck in my head lmao

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

gdocs through and through lmao. it supports my need to be able to write from any device (not that i particularly enjoy writing from my phone BUT i want to be able to do it if needed or if i want to access smth i'm working on). i've heard of other good ones but not found anything yet that fills that same niche requirement for me lmao

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

mmmm i find it hard to say i've scrapped anything tbh? i do have a fair handful of fics i started but haven't finished, and a few of those i've gotten pretty deep into as well (here's a thread where i talked about some of them!! - x) but nothing i've started and outright been like 'actually i don't want to do this anymore'

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

yup!! my irl wife (we met writing fic) and most of my family (on one side) is well aware, although i'm not sure they all understand like. how fanfic works lmao. i do have a few irl friends that are aware as well, but other than that, no coworkers or anything like that!!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

oh boy. i mean almost every fic i write has some kind of angst so i'm not sure any qualify as like pure unadulterated fluff BUT i think i wrote a pretty sweet one recently for cynonari (x) which i really just think is such a soft and sweet ship so that probably counts lmao

🍷 Do you drink and write?

i don't actually drink lmao so nope!

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

aslkdfjkldsf i do indeed. my most popular fic overall, like, ever, is chosen (x) which happens to be spicy :) lmao

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

i feel like this makes me sound like a bad employee (not the worst thing to be ig) but i actually fill a lot of my free time during work hours writing lmao. that's when i often feel more motivated. i'm less likely to write on the weekends unless an idea really inspires me, and same thing goes for nighttime generally!

💖 What made you start writing?

tbh i think it's the same story a lot of ppl have? i saw that other people did it, and i couldn't find a very specific idea i had in mind for something i wanted to read, so i was like 'well, fuck it, maybe i can write it' and...the rest is history lmao

in a less generic sense, though, i think i had built this barrier for myself that like. only Professional Authors could write stories, so seeing that people who were decidedly Not professional authors were writing and sharing and they were good at it without being professionals was like...kind of eye-opening for me? and it helped me push past the idea that, as a person who was Not a ""professional author"", i was Not Allowed to write stories

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

i absolutely love comments and feedback if they're positive! not in a 'i can't handle criticism' kind of way, just in a 'i am sharing this online at no cost because i enjoyed creating it and i hope other ppl will enjoy reading it, and i did not ask for criticism' kind of way. and genuinely i've been super fortunate when it comes to comments like yall are all so lovely!!! and i greatly appreciate the folks who may have clicked onto a fic and started reading and went 'yknow what, not for me' and just peacefully exited without feeling any need to bash on me for stuff they didn't like. the only time i am not appreciative of comments/feedback is when it's critical (constructive or otherwise) because i very specifically did not anywhere ask for any kind of criticism on my stories lmao

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

uhhhh tbh i'll straight up never say never? like, never thought i'd write major character death but whoops i did actually do that (x) and it stands as one of my fave fics i've ever written lmao. i think there's stuff i feel less comfy writing (certain kinks) and stuff i tend to steer clear of cause it's just not what i enjoy (unrequited pining, jealousy) but that's not to say i'd never write it if the right opportunity came up, y'know?

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

uhh probably not? again, i'll never say never!! but i'm pretty strict about keeping hobbies separate from money-generating work, and writing is no exception, especially given the gray area of writing commissions and posting on ao3! i do take prompts pretty much whenever, and i'm happy to work with ppl who have a specific idea and would otherwise commission me, but actually commissioning/opening commissions is not something i have any plans to do!

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

usually not really lmao. sometimes i'll do research within the realm of the fandom ie digging around genshin lore and quests and locations and stuff, or looking for phrasing in some quest or another, but outside that i genuinely rarely do research lmaooooo. i write on vibes and whatever logic i can slap together in between one sentence and the next lmao

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

chosen (x)! i think it's the combo of zhongchi and smut, but honestly i'm just honored it's become so popular

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

i do on occasion!! ngl it's probably my halloween kaeluc (x) from the year before last, that was just like. a good crack-turned-serious fic and a lot of fun to write lmao

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

alksjdfklsdjf i don't think i really made much of an effort to hide the foreshadowing but there were quite a few people guessing that kaeya and 'gaia auberon' in Kaeya and the Huge Bread (x) were one in the same lmaooo which, of course, was absolutely correct

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

i cannot express enough that anyone who has done or will do fanart for any of my fics has my entire heart and soul and i love u deeply. there is nothing quite as heartwarming as knowing that something i wrote inspired someone else to create something

📈 How many fics do you have?

as of right now, 220 across 3 fandoms!

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

outlining actively drains me of inspiration and motivation so i am fully a pantser and really the only time i'll plan really anything is if i'm approaching the back half of a fic and it's a long boi and i'm trying to decipher what has to happen to arrive at a satisfying conclusion. but short fics/oneshots and at least the first half of long fics are fully pants'd!!!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

oh boy uhhhhh well i'll say that there's one centered around a particular waffle shop i encountered while traveling that happened to inspire some pretty silly and fun fic ideas lmao

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

write!!! just write, just do it. anything that your attention fixes on, run with it. it's not gonna be perfect and that's fine!!! just put words down and put more down and keep on going til you have something, then u can workshop or not!! write, and enjoy yourself

💞 Who's your comfort character?

hmmmm probably either childe or kaeya? i think i really just enjoy settling in and writing about them in whatever situations. i have a lot of fun with their internal monologues so i find it easy to sort of just. vibe and not have to think too hard about writing them, which makes them quite comfortable for me (i know this isn't the exact definition of a comfort character but it's close enough lmao)

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

aslkdfjkljsdf see above commentary - i do also love diluc and zhongli, they're not hard to get into the mindset to write and they do have fun speech patterns lmao. i also enjoy a bit of unhinged bakugou on occasion lmao

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

“Luc,” Kaeya says, and coughs out a laugh at his own breathlessness. As carefully as he can manage, he shifts his pants back up over his hips, only winces briefly at the rough fabric against his oversensitive cock. Winces slightly more at the pressure directly on his ass as he sits up.

“I missed you,” he says, and wonders if it sounds…less like it means something, after that. But if it does, Diluc must not take it that way. He lifts a hand to his lips, dips his head just a bit. 

“I…I’m sorry. I did not apologize for the way I behaved, and you deserve an apology.”

Kaeya’s heart clenches in his chest, old wounds torn again, though he can’t deny that it brings him a sort of peace to hear it. To know that he didn’t- that his ignorance was not his own fault. Though perhaps it is a blessing, in the end - had Diluc not shattered him in the way that he did, there is a chance that he’d never have taken his country’s reins so confidently, with such intent.

As though he might’ve learned how to turn back time by digging into each and every facet of his father’s operations, integrating with them so seamlessly that he would know of a bird taking flight at dawn on the other side of the country no later than noon.

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

egg fics sdlkfjsdlkf. hands down. sorry to the part of me that cringes that i haven't managed to kill yet lmao

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

mmmm i mean i think a fic is successful generally if i enjoyed writing it BUT i do (as everyone does) enjoy knowing that other ppl enjoyed the story too? so kudos are nice, but really i love when i get comments, even just like. one comment where someone called out a couple specific things they liked, that's what makes me really happy

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

hmmm great question? i feel like i tend to write stories about self discovery and self doubt, and about overcoming internal barriers or boundaries for the sake of something a character might consider 'selfish' but ultimately brings them closer to their truest selves and the lives they strive for

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

uhhh not in any traditional sense? as mentioned earlier, i like to keep hobbies and money separate, but i wouldn't necessarily be opposed to adjusting and selling something after it's already been written. but deadlines/writing for a living is a big no for me lmao

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

it absolutely depends !!! i've had days where i unironically bash out 10k in a day, other days where writing a single sentence is like pulling teeth. on average i can probably hit 2-3k a day depending on the day and my free time though? which, ofc, depending on the fic, could amount to a whole chapter, half a chapter, the whole fic, or a small fraction of a oneshot lmao

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

tbh i like to think i'm pretty alright with most genres? like, the right idea and inspiration can usually get me past any serious roadblocks, and practice makes better (i won't say perfect lmao)

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

yes. see aforementioned major character death fic lmao (x)

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

didn't ask for it, don't care for it, if i want it i'll ask people i know personally and trust to 1. know my writing style and 2. deliver criticism in a constructive way for me personally to receive

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

hmm probably 'getting together' since that is up there as one of my fave stories to write lmao

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

YES YE SYES YESYEYS always i love interaction, i love questions about stories ESPECIALLY if they're big sprawling aus of any sort. interaction my beloved.

#ask #anon #ask game #fic asks

[motherfuckingmagicbrian]

I was watching a video on king arthur, and about halfway through, barry bluejeans was pleading with lup, magnus, and taako to stop commiting regicide, at which point they snapped my neck and i woke up watching a video about Tam Lin

.................. on one hand this feels like it could have happened in stolen century on the other hand this is a truly horrifying dream

#anon you tapped in somewhere hidden #ask #anon #mod redmond #taz #taz balance #taz spoiler #the adventure zone #the adventure zone spoiler #barry blujeans #lup #taako #magnus burnsides

[fandom-puff]

In the Back Room

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Requested by: ‘somewhere that’s not the bedroom with George Weasley’ - anon and ‘in the joke shop’ -anon

Warnings: smut, semi public sex, quickie

Gif creds to owner

“Shhh!” George held his finger up to his lips as you giggled. “Gotta be quiet, kitten. Otherwise Fred’ll hear... or the customers,”

Your eyes widened and you nodded as George backed you up against his desk. With a quick tap to your thigh, you knew to give a little jump, and you were soon perched on the edge of George’s desk. You began to undo the buttons of your purple WWW blouse but he grabbed your wrists. “No time for that, love. Need to be back on the shop floor ASAP,” you nodded and let your hands fall to the side before reaching to undo his belt and fly, tugging his half hard cock out of his boxers and stroking him to full hardness. He let out a groan, hiking your skirt up above your hips and shifting your knickers to the side.

“Hypocrite,” you teased, before your voice was cut off as you gasped; George pushed into you as you spoke, before quickly sealing his mouth over yours in a searing kiss to muffle your inevitable moan. Sucking on your lower lip, one hand holding onto your hip, the other cupping the back of your head. Your legs hooked around his hips, heels digging into his lower back as you gripped onto his shoulders. “George,” you whimpered, eyes rolling at the delicious stretch of his cock, cheeks heating at the lewd noises your wetness was causing.

“I know, kitten,” he cooed, his long fingers threading through your hair, giving it a little tug to tip your head back, exposing your throat to his hungry mouth. “But you gotta be good and keep quiet for me, yeah? I’ll let you show me your pretty noises later on tonight,” you nodded rapidly, pressing your lips together to show him you were trying your best to be good.

George smiled softly, pressing his forehead against yours. Both hands now grasping your hips and holding them tight to his, he began thrusting harder, the desk scraping against the floor as he rutted into you, quills and papers clattering to the ground with the force of his thrusts. Quivering, you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck to muffle your uncontrollable moans as you climbed closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

“Good girl,” he groaned into your ear, his breathy voice trickling down your ear and neck like treacle. “Gonna come for me, kitten? Gonna come on my cock?” You nodded, face still hidden. George trailed one hand between your legs, his thumb reaching for your throbbing clit, and with a few strokes, you were coming, your entire body pulsing, hips grinding eagerly, rolling over his cock as he released, the clenching and throbbing of your cunt milking him of everything he had.

Panting, George pulled out, admiring the way him come was beginning to spill out of you, before he readjusted your knickers back over your pussy, patting gently to keep his come inside. “C’mon, you,” he teased. “Back to work,”

Tags: @liliputbahn @lilymurphy03 @pinkandblueblurbs @wholebigboxofyikes @remus-lupin-simp @dailyalanrickman @cremedelabrulee @simpforsnape @imareallygrumpyme @ithinkweallsing @lizlil @whizzbeesdukes @sassicaismysupreme @acciosiriusblack @highfunctioningfangirl19 @mypainistemporary @sociallyawkward-princess @pandaxnienke @agalandhermarvelobsession @once-upon-an-imagine @lazyotakujen @lilypad-55449 @rogertaylorismycar @lxoxtxtxi @wh0reforthemarauders

#george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader smut #George Weasley x reader #harry potter #hp #request #harry potter imagine #Harry potter smut #george weasley smut #2021

[thefanficmonster]

The Five Scares (and one revenge)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having a tendency to scare people, Corpse has gotten used to his friends being jumpy whenever he appears from the void into a Discord call with them. However, the one who has it the roughest with the spooks has to be his partner Y/N. Basically: The five times Corpse scared Y/N and the one time they scared him

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request it was a real joy to write and I had a ton of fun doing so! Hope you have equally as wonderful of a time if you happen to come across it and give it a read despite the long wait you’ve had to endure which I apologize for. Love, Vy ❤

I

Having had to go home for the night to keep an eye on their roommate’s dog, Y/N and Corpse agreed to have a video call before they fell asleep. They didn’t want to appear like that typical clingy and cheesy couple but after spending almost a whole week curled up in Corpse’s apartment, the two would feel each other’s absence to a very saddening degree to the point where they’d even forget the other isn’t around and would call out to them. 

Letting the call ring, Y/N’s hand comes up to smooth out their hair. However, the touch reveals to them that their hair needs a bit more than a simple tap or a pat to be tamed so while they wait for Corpse to answer the call, they quickly head to their bathroom. Flicking the light on, their reflection greets them with the underwhelming news of the actual state of their hair at the moment: an absolute mess. They proceed to do their best with the single hair-tie they have handy. A bobby pin or two would be neat but they have no time to go and grab one right now, seeing as how they can’t recall if they even brought them back from Corpse’s apartment. If they didn’t, they would have to search their roommate’s room for some which would take an even longer amount of time.

Eventually, they manage to tame it in something closely resembling a presentable ponytail and exit the bathroom feeling more exhausted than before. With a loud sigh, they crash onto their bed, face-first into the sea of pillows, groaning at the slight sting of their muscles relaxing at last.

“Y/N?“ The decently loud mention of their name by a deep, familiar yet sudden and unexpected voice startles them to the point of squealing and jumping an entire inch away from where they were positioned.

They look around their room in a frenzy, wondering where on Earth that voice came from and how it could be here with them right now.

“Y/N, you there?”, before they could locate it, it emerges once again, helping Y/N get an ide of where it’s coming from - somewhere in the messed up bed sheets.

“Corpse?“ They finally find their voice, “Y-yeah I’m here. Question is: how are you...“ and then it all clicks, causing them to twist their face in an expression of utter disappointment and bury it in the palms of their hands, groaning.

“You forgot about the video chat, didn’t you?“ Corpse asks, amusement not even attempted to be hidden in his voice.

“Yup.“

II

It’s been one hell of a day. Y/N’s college lectures exhausted them to a max and their six hour job following their classes did nothing to help them AT ALL. Quite the opposite actually. Makes sense why they look, move and talk the way they’re doing right now: like a ghost, zombie and an elder combined in one. To add to their misfortunes for the day, they were met with the mocking ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign taped to the doors of the elevator, laughing in their face with the information that their hellish experience for the day is far from over.

Just the thought of having to climb to the fifth floor made their stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible, but the though of how long that would take made matters even worse. Arriving at their designated apartment, they have every right to be pissed, cussing their heart out. 

However, then comes a new problem: the inability to pinpoint the correct key. They proceed to curse themselves, the keys, the door handle and the door itself before punching the poor wood that did no wrong and just stands here, serving its purpose of keeping unwanted people out of the apartment it’s guarding.

Following their anger outburst and front-door-abuse, they proceed to try finding the correct key once again, this time slightly more calmly as to not accidentally miss it in their frantic rifling.

Right as they’re about to try the third key, however, the door opens. Well, it’s opened by someone on the other side, that someone being none other than their boyfriend Corpse who’s currently staring at them wide-eyed, one eyebrow raised, the word ‘confused’ basically written across his face.

While he’s processing the sight in front of him, Y/N lets out a little scream, jumping back and away from the door, a hand placed over their chest as their wide eyes scan their boyfriend who now seems equally terrified as a result of their reaction.

“Corpse?!“ They manage to gasp, barely hearing their own voice over the loud thumping of their heart and the rush of blood in their ears, “What the hell are you doing here?!“

The confusion on Corpse’s face deepens, reaching whole new levels as his eyes gaze deeper into theirs, searching for the meaning behind their bizarre question. “You mean...at my own apartment? What am I doing, at home?“

For a few seconds, the two just stare blankly at one another, processing everything that’s just happened. Suddenly, it all just kinda caves for Y/N and they burst out laughing, doubling over, their arms clutching at their stomach as they do so. Their laughter is contagious, so Corpse can’t help but let out a few chuckles himself.

“Alright, you’ve been driven to insanity, I can tell.“ He mumbles at his reckless partner, coming up behind them and wraps his arms around them, lifting them up and carrying their laughing ass inside.

III

Finally deciding to sit down and get this damn project started, Y/N already feels like they’ve had enough of it, burnout already creeping in and threatening to ruin their work and trip them up every step of the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad had the subject not been one they absolutely despise and wish they could get out of studying but alas they’re stuck with it.

They equip their headphones as soon as they plant their butt on the desk chair in their tiny room in their tiny roommate-shared apartment, putting their Spotify playlist on shuffle as they open a blank Power Point document. They work better with music blasting in their ears since the silence tends to be too loud and distracting when they’re trying to focus. So, that way they can also sing their heart out in peace and not get disturbed by the sound of their own off-key singing. Win-win, basically.

Singing ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson and MNEK, they get a little carried away, ditching the project to enter a full-blown music video they can imagine down to the detail in their mind.

However, there’s a surprise awaiting them.

As soon as MNEK’s part of the song begins, another voice apart from his echoes through their headphones, singing along to the song. Freaking the fuck out, they let out a loud scream, smacking the headset off them, sending the object falling and landing on their laptop keyboard with a crash that only serves to further startle their roommate’s dog which comes to check if they are being attacked or something only to be disappointed by the lack of action.

When pushing the headphones off, they did so with a force strong enough to snap the cable out of the laptop entirely so now the room is filled with the sound of that same foreign voice laughing his ass off.

A voice that belongs to no other than Corpse Husband himself.

“You gotta learn to disconnect from Discord calls, Y/N.“ The fucker says, still cackling wholeheartedly at his partner’s misery.

Pissed off or not, Y/N would have to admit he’s got a point. But they’d also rather never speak again than admit it so...

“Fuck you!“ is what they say instead, seconds before disconnecting.

IV

Making breakfast is not something either Corpse or Y/N are used to, mostly cause they both either wake up late or skip the meal entirely. Regardless, having been given a day off from work and having no classes since it’s Saturday, Y/N saw no better way to start their day off than to prepare a nice breakfast for them and their boyfriend to enjoy. Problem is: they aren’t the most skilled in the kitchen. Sure they can scramble an egg or make mac and cheese, but in order to do it correctly they are not allowed to have distractions of any kind. Not even music, that’s how you know it’s serious.

Seeing as how Corpse has never seen them cook, he’s obviously unaware of theirs. The dummy straight up waltzes into the kitchen, unintentionally remaining unspotted and unheard by Y/N because he’s barefoot and because they have their back turned to him.

“Whatya cooking over there babe?“

Y/N’s focus bubble, being as thin as it is and considering they initially thought Corpse was still asleep, they have every right to let out the yelp they just did, dropping the egg they were gonna crack over the pan in said pan in its entirety - yes, shell and all.

A moment of silence commences: regretful on Corpse’s end and frustrated on theirs. Neither of them dares to say anything to avoid triggering the other. Well, that’s the case until Y/N decides enough’s enough and they turn to look at him, a wide, obviously fake smile plastered onto their face.

“Scrambled eggs, following a secret recipe, property of the L/N family.“

Seems like your pre-breakfast snack is an extra large dose of sarcasm, huh?

V

“So, how was your day? You sound pretty chipper so I take it wasn’t a nightmare like a few days ago.“ Corpse comments over the phone, listening to shuffling and shifting as Y/N moves around the apartment, getting ready to head out.

“It was great actually. Got some important results back and, not to brag or anything, but they were higher than I expected.“ They reply, a genuine wide grin refusing to leave their face as they silently count the amount of money they’ve got in their wallet. “I’m gonna go buy a cake so we can celebrate it. It’s no small deal, trust me, especially not when I initially thought I’d fail both these exams to the point of being pitied.“

“Wait...-“ Corpse attempts, his voice suddenly sounding strained and urgent but that’s the very reason he cannot seem to find or get the right words out of his system. Not that Y/N gives him any time to figure it out.

“No Corpse, you cannot change my mind. Cake and beers, we’re celebrating toni- SHIT!“ They scream as they throw open the front door, bumping square into someone standing on the other side, almost dropping their phone.

Taken aback by embarrassment and fear, they leap back, their eyes searching for the ones of the person whose personal space they just invaded. Well, to be fair, he was the one invading their personal space by standing right outside the door to their - well, to Corpse’s apartment.

The fear and irritation die down almost instantly when Y/N recognizes the person standing opposite them.

“Mind telling me why we’re talking on the phone when you could’ve come in and we could’ve had a normal person conversation?!“ They snap, ironically enough - they’re still holding the phone to their ear.

So is Corpse whos is smiling guiltily, “That’s why I called, I forgot my keys, but I got...carried...sorry.”

Well, at least this serves as proof Y/N’s not the only forgetful one.

                                                            ~  ~  ~

Corpse has been stuck in his recording room for four hours now, never stopping his stream to take care of his basic human needs such as eating or going to the bathroom. This behavior of his has Y/N worried sick and unable to focus on the task at hand - an assignment they’ve been trying to finish for two hours now, sitting with their computer on their lap and looking hopelessly at the blank Word document waiting for them to fill it up while they are waiting for it to start writing itself.

Seeing as how neither are gonna happen, not until Y/N puts their mind at ease, they slowly put the laptop aside, standing up to carefully skip on over to Corpse’s recording room to check on him, stopping by the kitchen to grab him a snack and a bottle of water along the way.

The door to the darkened room is open a crack, as usual, suggesting they can enter without knocking - this also means he’ll probably not hear them even if they knock so the whole gesture would be pointless. Not that Y/N has a tendency to knock or anything... Waltzing in, they find that the only light in the room is the very faint and dark glow of the computer screen which is displaying a dark and dingy room from a first-person view of the protagonist of whatever game Corpse’s currently playing.

“Corpse?!“ They whisper-yell/hiss at him, trying their best to grasp his attention without startling him - they don’t need to be told that the game is of the horror genre and the last thing they need is for their boyfriend to flip backwards and fall out of his chair because they scared the shit out of him. “Hey?!“

Neither attempts prove futile so, despite their best instincts telling them differently, they walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. The reaction, while within the realm of expectancy, is a lot more startled than they expected, accompanied by a scream on top of all. They’d never heard him scream in fear before, it’s quite amusing if they’re being honest.

They suppress a snicker as Corpse’s wide open eyes meet their squinting ones in the darkness, “Y/N...babe...what is it? Is everything ok?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, “No, everything isn’t ok. Your unhealthy habit of forgetting to take care of yourself, for example.” They put the snack and the bottle on the his desk, giving him their best disappointed-parent look before turning on their heel to strut their way out of the room. However, just as they are about to make their exit, they stop right at the doorframe, giving their stunned one final glance over their shoulder with a smug smirk playing across their face, “Oh and by the way, that’s what I like to call revenge.” Just like that, they leave, pushing the door back into its previous position.

And boy, is it some sweet, sweet revenge.

@maat-the-prescriptive  @simonsbluee  @save-the-sky  @itsminniekat  @hacker-ghost  @bi-andready-tocry  @imtiredaffff  @jazzkaurtheglorious  @hereforbeebo  @fandomgirl17  @chrysanthykios  @maehemscorpyus  @loraleiix  @letsloveimagines  @annshit  @i-cant-choose-a-username-help  @enigmaticmaze  @divine-artemis  @waterlilypat  @idontknowwhatthisisfam  @evi-ka  @classyandfabulous00  @redperson58  @lilysdaydreams @solowheein  @mythicalamphitrite  @axen-gers  @luckygirl144  @nj01  @buddyemily   @the-albino-lioness  @stardream14  @gdhdkfnn  @nomadicgypsyy  @preciousskye  @fluffysuicideunicornsworld  @o-kaelin  @manacharlotte  @awkward-youtube-trash  @lolalee24  @bonky-beerns  @meme-lord-and-savior-sebastian  @strawbrinkofdeath  @teenloves  @tams0527  @browneyespinkhair  @starstruckllamapuppy  @daisychains012  @y0ulooked  @tinytacosuitcaseflap @supernatural-is-my-only-life  @jula-pauline  @melodykitty  @just-that-bi-girl  @crazybutconfidentaf  @lowellshade @alphakees  @bellero  @weallneednamjesus  @starryhanji  @boiled-onionrings  @husherstan  @fockingwhore  @melaningoddessthings  @prettypastelpetals  @haleypearce  @godwhyamiawkward  @y-napotat  @daisychainyoonmin  @little-miss-rebel3  @free-wheelin-bi-sexual  @redmoon261 @darkacademic2  @wiseflamingoqueen  @into-the-end  @namikhai-i  @nastiablr  @thelittleplantlover  @mirktuan  @dont-hyuck @jjk-bunny  @vintagegothlover  @easygoingtheatre  @itsrandombooklover  @miiaivi  @emmybaybee  @befourgolden  @jjk-is-my-shit  @eternalteaaars  @spacebadgerx  @princesslunalight  @acequinn14  @samm48  @misselsbells06 @simp-lykawa  @fo-love  @marishimomura-blog  @therealglenncoco  @cinnamonbun332  @killtherandomness  @sanshinexxxsan  @fee-btheweeb  @press-lay  @cathleenpotgieter16  @jazzydoesstuff  @moonlxghtbay  @forestrain2000  @hyunjinhugs  @blood-of-fandoms  @lovellylies  @ukiyolixx  @simpforhpcharacters  @chrisdylan17  @parkerjisung  @pedernille  @theodonyous  @wineandionysus  @malfoystilinskii05  @morbid-x  @coryisagee  @jessewa26  @scoobydooluver97 @mindintheskies365  @raeanneinwonderland  @indecisive-empanada  @gluttonypalace  @loriane2503  @btsiguess-kpop  @khaoticbunny  @lucidlycactus  @smiithys  @rottenroyalebooks  @kpopgirlbtssvt  @fangirl-tc27  @fr0z3n-1  @notmesimpingfortechno  @shotarosleftpinky  @kunoi-chan  @idk-whats-wrong-with-me  @yikeroonie  @goldenstarofthunderclan  @poetry-and-tea  @ama-do-writing-stuff  @wishbonewolf  @emeraldxhope  @t0xick1tty  @kusuinko  @speakyourselfloveyourself  @sophia902103  @lo-manburg  @classsykittykat  @dmgama  @depressedpuppythatneedscoffee  @btsiguess-kpop  @akaashi-baby  @gun-jong-simp  @geschichtenfee  @yerapotato-wp  @browneyedgirl365  @thysagclub  @sparklycloudnight  @helloatomicshadow  @queentorresstuff @vtte @val-gal  @lucy-bunny17  @aaliyahh0  @katluckybear  @boyleanti  @straybids  @franchesca-791  @cosmicstorm19  @averyisbackinthetrashcan  @aomi-nabi  @xlanawriter  @allensimpsforcorpse

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse fanfic #corpse fic #corpse fandom #corpse fluff #corpse fanfiction #corpse imagines #corpse imagine #corpse x y/n #corpse x reader #corpse x you #corpse husband fanficiton #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband x reader #corpse simp #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband fic #corpse husband fanfiction #corpse husband fluff #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband is ruining my life #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #fluff #humor #5+1 fic #5+1 things

[just-a-dumb-gay]

Why Are Humans Like This - Lady Dimirescu X Reader - 1623 Words

5 Times you try to scare Alcina + the time she gets you back

Prompt from Anon-R: Reader tries to keep scaring Alcina and Alcina just plays along cause it’s so cute that her partner who is barely half her height tries to scare her after all she’s the one who scares others

Tags: Reader gender is not specified, it's just soft, Daniela shows up twice and twice is bored of you, but Alcina admires your effort

1 .

You're wandering the halls of the Castle Dimitrescu, bored out your mind. Alcina had some business to attend to in the village down the mountain but with it being the middle of winter you could not go with her because she was afraid you would be too cold. Her daughters are who knows where, so you don't have anyone around to keep you company.

You're down an almost hidden corridor near the front door, and get blasted with a cold draft indicating Alcina is finally home. You decide to try and make the day more interesting to break up the boredom. Peeking around a wall you see that it's definitely Alcina who opened the door, and lucky for you she's not looking in your direction.

As quietly as you can you tiptoe behind her as she is hanging her jacket up neatly. Once you're behind her you shout "Boo" as loud as you can. But she doesn't flinch, but she does start laughing and turns around to face you, her pail skin glowing with happiness.

"You knew I was there didn't you?" You ask, a little disappointed.

"My dear Y/N, your socks squeak ever so slightly on this floor," She continues laughing. "It was a good attempt though." She says leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You sigh but can't help but smile whenever she's so gentle with you. You decide to make it your mission from then on to scare Alcina at least once.

2 .

Another day in the middle of winter and Alcina once again went into town without you to gather some food for you along with some extra supplies.

When she arrives home you take a few bags through to the kitchen and realize this might be the perfect opportunity to try and scare Alcina again.

You look around for a hiding spot but your thinking is cut short by her footsteps echoing nearer the kitchen. You dive into a cupboard that is currently empty, there's probably better places you could have hidden but this was the closest.

The door opens and her footsteps pause for a moment.

"Y/N? Where have you gotten yourself to?" It takes everything in you not to laugh.

She begins walking closer to your hiding spot, a second later you hear bags being placed on the counter above you.

You realize you didn't have a plan for how to scare her, but that doesn't matter because the cupboard door opens to reveal Alcina kneeling in front of it, smiling from ear to ear.

"Really?!" You say with a sigh.

"You were not exactly quiet when closing this," she says tapping the door before offering a hand to help you out,

You sigh again before accepting her help.

"If it's any comfort, Daniela would have fallen for that." She laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

A loud "Hey! I heard that!" comes from somewhere nearby, followed by many meaningless threats when you both burst out laughing.

3 .

Spring finally rolls around and Alcina celebrates by taking you out into the garden and woods behind the castle for a picnic. But as soon as you both get comfortable on the plaid blanket she brought out she notices she forgot the most important part of lunch. The wine. She asks you to stay put and rushes back inside.

You pick at the grass for a moment before deciding to try and scare Alcina again. And this time you're confident it will work.

You make your way up a tree, all the practice you had as a kid exploring the forest around your home coming in handy. And there you wait.

She returns with two bottles of what looks to be some fancy and quite old wine, but stops once she sees you've disappeared. She places the wine on the blanket and begins looking around nearby for you.

After staying quiet for a few moments she finally walks under the tree you're in allowing you the perfect opportunity.

You jump down and land on her back with your arms around her neck.

"Should I start calling you a monkey from now on?" She teases.

You let yourself down from her back, confused as to how that didn't work. Alcina sits down and interrupts your thoughts by pulling you down into her lap and peppering you with kisses anywhere she can reach. Something that never fails to make you laugh.

“You will scare me one day, Y/N, I'm sure of it." She encourages, squeezing her arms gently around your waist.

4 .

A month or so passes with you struggling to find the chance to have another attempt at scaring Alcina. But finally on this fine morning another opportunity shows itself.

You wake up to Alcina having already left the bed and in the shower. Not seconds after having your idea you're sneaking through the corridors down to the kitchen. Once you have the required item, a bucket of cold water, you sneak back to your room and into the bathroom. You're relieved to see she left the squeaky door open, less chance for you to get caught.

Carefully balancing on the toilet, you attempt to pour the cold water over her. But you miss. Completely. She steps out the way of it the second you tip the bucket over.

"Seriously?!" You sigh, getting frustrated that nothing you try is working.

You step off the toilet as Alcina pulls back the shower curtain watching you with a fond smile.

"That was a good try, I'll give you that." She takes your hand and places a soft kiss on the back of it, before yanking you into the shower with her. While you're still fully clothed.

You scream slightly at the sudden shock as Alcina has her arms around your waist keeping you trapped with her. Although you can't protest much, you will never get bored of hearing seeing her so full of joy.

5 .

It's a normal quiet night in the castle, raining is pouring outside making it the perfect time to curl up and watch a movie.

You're thinking over your past failed attempts at scaring Alcina when one final idea comes to mind, something an old friend you had used to do to you all the time.

You wait for a quiet bit in the movie and glance over to Alcina to make sure she's focused on the movie. You take a second to mentally prepare yourself, before screaming loudly.

Alcina jumps beside you and turns around with wide eyes worried you're hurt. But your scream quickly turns to laughter.

Not 10 seconds after you scream Daniela barges in the room expecting danger but is only met by you doubled over laughing and Alcina looking incredibly confused and still shocked.

You take a moment to compose yourself knowing they're both waiting on an explanation. But all you can get out is "Finally!". You throw your hands in the air in celebration and that's when it clicks for them both.

Daniela rolls her eyes and leaves while mumbling "Why are humans like this?", she's never exactly been a fan of your antics. Alcina on the other hand sits patiently waiting for you to calm down but no matter how hard you try you can't stop laughing.

"Y/N please remember that you need to breathe." Alcina says with a hint of concern. Upon hearing that you have to try extra hard to calm down.

It takes a few moments of deep breathing for you to finally stop laughing. But when you do you turn to Alcina with a victorious smile.

"I had faith you would manage one day, although I will admit that is not how I expected you do to it." She says, sounding genuinely proud of your success.

+1 .

It's a horrible day outside, heavy rain and thunder. You're in your room working on a sketch of the castle you started a few days prior when it was sunny out. Alcina had sat behind you in the courtyard with her head resting atop yours watching you draw.

You've never been a fan of thunder, so you have your headphones on up as loud as they'll go. You don't know exactly where Alcina is, you assume she's somewhere around the castle perhaps checking to make sure the rain isn't getting in anywhere.

You lean back in your chair to think for a moment, you can't figure out what but something is missing from your drawing. You wind up deep in thought trying to understand what's wrong or what's missing when a strong pair of hands grab your shoulders.

You get such a freight you fall off your chair and as soon as your headphones fall around your neck you're met with the magical sound of Alcina's laugh echoing through the room.

You mumble "Holy shit" as you're trying to get your breath back.

When Alcina hears your laboured breathing she worries she may have been a little too rough with you. She helps you off the ground and over to the much more comfortable bed.

"I hope that was not too harsh, my love." She says, worry flooding her voice. She gently rubs your back, waiting for you to say anything.

It takes a few minutes but once you're sure you can trust your voice all you say is "I definitely deserved that."

Alcina is relieved at your humor and begins laughing with you.

Daniela comes into the room again, but not as rushed as last time. She sees you both laughing and figures out her guess of there being no real danger was correct. Rolling her eyes once more she silently leaves you both to your painfully cute ways.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil

[singtotheskiies]

to the rescue // teen! ben hargreeves x reader

summary: when it’s your turn to be parenting experiment of the week, ben decides to take matters into his own hands—or, rather, tentacles.

request (by a lovely lovely anon💕): Hi I adore your writing❤️. Can you do a Ben Hargreeves x reader where the reader is restrained in a cell by Reginald and Ben comes and saves the day. Thx

words: 1893

warnings: emotional manipulation (it’s prick of the year reginald hargreeves, what do we expect), imprisonment

a/n: i feel like this one is right shit bc i wasn’t in a really good groove while writing it but ANYWAY please enjoy our bb boy:))))) (also!! empath!reader)

✖️✖️✖️

Dad stands in your doorway, intimidating as always, light glinting off his ever-present monocle. “Number Eight,” he says—crisp, harsh, and clear. “Come with me. Today we have a different form of training for you.”

“Where are we going?” you ask him. He’s not leading you towards the usual training room, and you’re without a partner—something you’ve never trained without due to your empathic abilities.

“Never you mind,” he says bluntly. You sigh, looking down at your feet. Trying to get information out of Dad is unnecessarily difficult sometimes—and you can’t read him as easily as you can your siblings. He’s scarily good at hiding his emotions.

He leads you down a few corridors before pausing and taking a blindfold out of his coat pocket. “Turn around.”

“Why? Where are we going?” You’re a bit worried now. “Turn around, Number Eight,” he repeats, harsher this time. “I do not have time for your questions.” You’ve got no choice, so you do as he says. The blindfold is tight—a bit too much so, but you know it’s pointless to bring it up. The two of you walk in silence for several minutes—you don’t think you’ve left the house, but your steps haven’t followed a route you’re familiar with. The Academy is big, though—maybe you’ve misjudged and you’re really just being led in circles to confuse you. Dad’s voice cuts through your thoughts, telling you to watch your step. You carefully move into some sort of space, confused as to why you’ve stopped. His hands come up to the nape of your neck, untying the blindfold from around your eyes. The fabric drops away to reveal a dark, metallic room with no furnishings. You’ve never seen it before or heard Dad talk about it—it almost looks like some sort of prison, and anxiety begins to push up into your chest. “Uh, Dad? Where are we?” you ask, fear making its way into your voice. You silently curse yourself for it—Dad hates any display of weakness. He doesn’t answer, instead busying himself with a huge hydraulic lock on the outside of the door. This does nothing to help your growing panic. “Dad?” you ask a few more times, voice rising with each repetition. “Dad!” “You will stay here until I let you out.” He finally answers, still not looking at you. “Goodbye, Number Eight.” He steps out of the chamber, locks hissing as the door seals itself behind him. Your brain enters full-blown panic, and you bang on the door, screaming for him to come back. You no longer care about showing weakness—tears spill over your cheeks as Dad’s back fades away and your banging grows weaker and weaker. When your voice gets too hoarse to yell and you’re convinced no one can hear you, you sink to the ground in a miserable heap. After a few minutes of crying, you sit up weakly and attempt to clear your head. You’ve never seen this chamber or the hallway it’s situated in before, but it logically has to be within the Academy somewhere. Maybe it’s underground or in a wing you’ve never been allowed access to? You instinctively close your eyes, reaching out to see if you can pick up on anyone’s emotions. Usually, you can sense your siblings from across the house, but the impenetrable walls of your cell and your admittedly less-than-functional mental state don’t help your case. You give up after a few minutes of mental searching and rest your forehead against the cold metal of one of the walls. And, since you have literally nothing else to do, you think. Clearly, this is one of Dad’s experiments—probably not too far off from when he’d lock Klaus in the mausoleum or when he’d throw dangerous weapons at Diego to see if he could save himself. They historically haven’t gone so well, as both siblings have ended up scarred—Klaus emotionally and Diego physically. You’re a bit worried as to what he has in store for you, but you’re not about to let yourself get hurt if you can help it. It’s likely that Dad’s locked you up to see how your abilities react to not being around people and their constantly-changing emotions. Maybe he thinks you’ll wither away. Perhaps it’s the opposite, and he’s examining the possibility of you tapping into your own feelings. Whatever the case may be, you resolve to try and remain as positive as you can about the situation, so you push down your fear and focus on happier things. Inevitably, almost embarrassingly, your thoughts roam to Ben. He’s the quietest of your siblings, always nose-deep in a book or sitting in silent contemplation. Despite his antisocial nature, the two of you have formed a close bond over the years. You find the contrast of his visceral power with his shy nature interesting, and he’s been perfectly content to sit and listen to you babble away about everything and nothing.

There’s also the fact that the two of you usually get paired together for training, since you can’t read him as easily as you can your other siblings. Dad says it’s likely because of the alien presence underneath his skin—the tendrils block his human presence somehow. And so, to create the biggest challenge for you, Dad’s made you spend hours on end with Ben, studying what feelings you can discern in order to strengthen your abilities. While some would become frustrated by the lack of ease you’ve experienced, it only eggs you on. You find Ben absolutely fascinating—a feeling that’s deepened over the years until you’ve come to accept the fact that you’re crushing on him, hard. Despite wearing your heart on your sleeve at all times, you’ve desperately tried to keep your feelings hidden—you can’t have any way of knowing if he returns those feelings, and your embarrassment would be supreme if he found out and didn’t feel the same.

Your cheeks heat up as your mind drifts to his jet-black hair, fine features, and adorably shy nature. There’s nothing better to do, so you let your mind spin scenarios of the two of you together—holding hands, going on small dates, cuddling on the couch. The thoughts stir a fluttering warmth in your chest that makes your present circumstances slightly more bearable. You hardly notice your breaths evening out and your eyelids blinking slower and slower as you daydream away.

You start awake an indeterminate amount of time later. You can’t remember falling asleep, and you have absolutely no way of knowing how much time has passed since Dad locked you up. Your crooked perception of time pales, however, to your all-consuming thirst. There’s no compartments or nooks anywhere that could be hiding a water supply—just smooth metal walls. Sinking back against the door, you try your hardest not to think about the dryness in your throat crying out to be lessened.

You judge it to be a few hours later when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. Instantly, you sit up, hoping it’s Dad come to let you free—but what you see instead is a million times better.

Ben’s sprinting down the hallway leading to your cell, face overtaken with concern. When he gets close enough to see you, he visibly softens. He tries to say something, but the thick hydraulic door blurs his words together. You shrug, pointing to your ears and shaking your head. He tries again, pointing to you with questioning eyes. You okay?

You nod, secretly thinking yes, now that you’re here. His brows are still knit together with worry, so you smile to reassure him that you really are okay. His eyes roam over your face for a few moments before he blinks and takes a step back, motioning for you to do the same. You’re not sure what he’s going to do, but you trust him completely.

He doubles down on himself before flailing his limbs out and arching his back. His tentacles erupt out of his stomach, lashing out and latching onto the huge handle of your cell door. The metal and glass shriek at the new pressure before slowly but surely bending from the force of Ben’s attack. When they’re broken enough to satisfy him, his tentacles retract and he scrambles forward to open the door separating the two of you.

As soon as you can slip through the door, you rush into his arms, wrapping him in a fierce hug. He hesitates for the briefest moment before returning the embrace. After being by yourself for so long, his arms feel so good around you, and your heart leaps in your chest as you catch a whiff of his smell—comforting and exciting all at once. Even though you could stay right here in his arms forever, you pull away slightly after several moments.

“How’d you know I was here?” you ask, grinning at the look of relief on Ben’s face.

“I thought it was weird when Dad didn’t schedule me to train with you like we usually would. No one knew where you went, so after a few hours, I decided to try and find you. Earlier I saw Dad coming out of a doorway I’d never seen anyone use before, so I used that as my starting place and, well—he’s got a bunch of charts monitoring how you’re doing. I knew I was in the right place. I’m just glad you’re okay,” he says, voice getting quieter. “I was really worried.”

“We’ve been through worse,” you laugh, but his eyes don’t brighten at your joke.

“This is different, though,” he answers, voice rising again in anger. “He literally locked you up, I mean—that’s actually insane. No father should ever do that to their child.”

“I’m sure he means well,” you say weakly, but you both know it’s not true. Dad really only cares about himself. There’s a beat, then Ben speaks again.

“You sure you’re all right?” His eyes are sad and searching as they look into yours.

Summoning your courage, you say, “I am now that you’re here.” Ben’s eyes widen immediately, scanning your face almost hopefully. The corners of his mouth tilt up slowly, almost hesitantly—as if he’s afraid to let himself go completely.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t,” he breathes, and you notice that the distance between the two of you is narrowing. Just a few more inches and your foreheads would be touching—and so you take it upon yourself to both reassure and thank Ben in one motion. You tilt your head forward and gently press your lips to his.

His breath hitches at the contact, body freezing for the briefest of moments before his hands come up to cup your jaw. You smile and whisper a thank you against his lips before drawing back a fraction. Ben’s eyes are slow to open, and his cheeks are flushed when they finally do, gazing at you with so much half-lidded admiration your heart swells. You press a soft kiss to his cheek, and you don’t need your powers to tell you that somehow, Ben is just as smitten with you as you are with him.

And when the two of you are given an inevitable harsh scolding in Dad’s office, you can’t bring yourself to care much—you’re too focused on how Ben’s fingers are laced gently around yours.

#ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves #tua #tua x reader #tua imagine #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy imagine #justin h min #justin h min x reader #justin h min imagine #fanfic #x reader #reader insert