#final fantasy 15 reader insert

[rosiewritesstuff]

Yo! your blog rocks and i see it's only beginning, so im throwing in a request if you can do it ill be on cloud 9. im a Gladio fan so if i can get a fluffy one with him that be swell. like the big man offering flowers to reader from time to time before asking her out. thx XXX

No Name

Part 1/4

Gladiolus x Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Authors Note: Hello Anon! I am so sorry this took FOREVER for me to write. (And when I mean forever— I mean FOREVER) I am sure you moved on by now and left this fandom in your rear view mirror, but I will never leave a request unfulfilled— even if it becomes dusty within my request box. But I hope I can make up for the lengthy time gap by giving you a huge story in return. This is probably the longest fic I have written and published ever in my life! I hope I did your request justice, as well as Gladio! Enjoy!

With all this being said, I am now getting to the other request in my inbox! I am so sorry for the wait everyone. Just know I am doing my best to fulfill your requests! For the time being, lets bring on the Gladio love!! -Rosie

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk. (Slow burn)

Like it and wish to continue? Here is Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The morning after a rough, emotionally tolling evening, always held a bit of a sting. When you woke, it was almost like you had forgotten everything that had occurred. Your eyes groggily drank in the cracked pattern of plaster on your ceiling, before trudging down to the split within your curtains. Sunlight fought to stream through the thick fabric, and managed only a bit, giving a small beam of golden light to your bedroom. You sighed, arm falling limply over your eyes in hopes to filter out the small victory the sun had against your curtains. Your alarm hadn't gone off yet, and you had no intentions of getting up any earlier then you already had to.

Motionless you laid, waiting for your body to lull back to sleep. However seconds seemed to drag on more like hours, and your mind began its menial task of compartmentalizing all you had to do for that day.

It wasn't until you finally gave in to your roused state, when everything began to set in again. Disappointment. Sheer and utter disappointment. Not to mention dread. With a heavy sigh, your arm that draped over your eyes shot up and grabbed your phone that rested on your nightstand; still connected to the charger. You were shocked— That even through your anguish, you still managed to put your phone on the hook. That was beside the point. You blinked away the haze within your eyes and read the time that sat in bold white letters against your lock screen. 7:30.

You shifted to sit up, back resting on the headboard of your bed. Unlocking your phone, you sifted through social media, text messages, old pictures, you even flittered through little time wasting games that somehow made it onto your phone. You did this, only to avoid the dating app that had started it all. The reason a crashing headache seemed to throb directly behind your eyes.

The gnawing voice in the back of your mind asked that you open it— Check to see if that guy left you a message. Check to see if he even read the one you had sent. However, the logical part of you itched to delete it, removing every last drop from the memory your phone carried. Inner turmoil raged within your foggy mind, and you sat there staring at the app as if it were the devil— coaxing you to do wrongfully. Your thumb came dangerously close to hitting the app in means of opening it— until your saving grace pulled you from the trance.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, a name splayed as a banner at the top of your screen. Prompto Argentium. Your good friend. You had met by pure happenstance in the Citadel, he was lost on his way to meet up with the Prince. One wrong turn had him treading through the opposite wing of the Citadel. Before he knew it he was nearing the Glaive briefing room, with confusion written across his freckled face. You were the one who found him, and kindly walked him to his destination.

It didn't take long for the two of you to become friends, and exchanged information to keep in touch.

With a shadow of a grin on your face, you answered the phone with a trite greeting.

"Hey you, How did the date go? I have been thinking about you all day. Please tell me it went well." Prompto's chipper voice seemed to do more damage then good; absentmindedly rubbing salt within your wounds.

"Terrible, to put it bluntly," You sighed, voice thick. You cleared it and pushed yourself to sit upward, elbows digging into your legs.

"Why? What happened? He sounded like he was it." Disappointment reflected in Prompto's voice, as if he felt just as broken up as you did. Well more like numb at this point.

"He stood me up. I sat at the restaraunt for an hour before giving up. Lets face it Prompto, romance is dead, and hookups are all the rage. No one wants genuine love—" You were silently waving your white flag in surrender to the gods. As if to beg them to stop adding insult upon injury. They won, and you were now fine with that.

"That is not true. It is out there. You just... gotta sift through the bad ones first." He sighed, "You aren't alone. I'm in the same boat. But just because that dude was a loser, doesn't mean all dudes suck."

You wanted to laugh, but swallowed the urge as you swung your feet to hover over the floor. "They do all suck."

"Hey!—"

"Well except you." You shrugged with a hint of a smile. "Look, I am not all bent out of shape about it. Just sucks is all. But I think I need a break from all of that. Its getting to be taxing on my mental health."

"Take care of yourself, girl! Forget about dudes. Tell ya what, maybe we should meet up for lunch. How does Tony's sound? All you can eat bacon—" Prompto was the king at advertising. And damn did bacon sound good.

"Breakfast for lunch— I am in."

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That night, as you were walking through the halls of the Citadel, gym bag slung over your shoulder— You didn't allow your mind to argue your decision. You deleted the dreaded dating app, and locked your phone. The feeling that seemed to wash over you was strange. While part of you felt freed from the chains that the app held onto you— there was a note of disappointment. But you swallowed it quickly while reaching deep into your pocket and pulling out a small keycard.

You were far from where you truly belonged, edging towards the opposite side of the Citadel from where you usually worked, trained, and dwelt. It was known that there were designated training rooms for those within the Crownsguard, as well as the Royalty. It was also common knowledge that the individuals holding those high positions had keys to enter those rooms. You however, had an in.

As you neared the large gym doors, you glanced around the nearly vacant hallway. It stretched to the left and right of you for a good distance, before branching off to other smaller corridors. Luckily, they were all empty— The only sound came from your approaching feet and the hum from the air conditioning that rushed through metal plated grates near the ceiling. With a practiced, swift maneuver, you tapped the key onto the metal receiver. You were rewarded with a satisfying click, signifying your allowance into the locked room. The metal handle of the door snapped as you shoved it open.

Unlike the training room where the glaives all gathered, this one was nicer; more spacious, and air conditioned. To add the cherries on top— It was hardly used. And at 8:30 at night, it remained vacant. The gym was empty, aside for the equipment that was scattered across the wooden flooring. You were in the clear.

Like the past two weeks you had been visiting the Royal Training Room, you made a steady strut to the woman's locker room to change out of your uniform and into something with a bit more flexibility. However, when you approached the door, you were met with a sign. In black bold face letters it read: CLOSED FOR MATENENCE. "Of course," You sighed, head tilting in attempt to stretch the muscles that seemed to bunch up in your neck. There was no other choice but to retreat to the next locker room over— the men's. Not that it mattered of course, there was no one around. You were alone. You walked the few paces to your left and stepped through the door, sliding your heavy gym bag from off your shoulder.

You hardly looked up as you dumped your bag to the floor. But as soon as you did, you caught a flash of movement. Your gaze whipped from the tile to a large man, white towel clinging to the slight swell in his hips. Your eyes raked up the figure, starting at the calves and growing ever so slowly upward. The figure had a tattoo that stretched from his lower back, and painted his tanned skin all the way across his shoulder blades and bled towards his arms. The detailed ink made the shape of a bird and its wings… and could only be owned by none other then—

"Care to explain why you are here?" His gruff voice reverberated off the walls, and spiked the nervousness in your chest. The muscular man turned to look at you, a second towel clenched in his hand; sopping up the moisture from his soaked, dark brown hair. He seemed unbothered that you had walked in on him, post shower and half naked. However he held a scowl that could be written off as deadly— especially for someone who absolutely did not belong there at all. His thick eyebrow slowly climbed up his forehead, thick lips beginning to flatten into a displeasing line.

You caught yourself gawking and swallowed hard before whipping your head towards the floor. Crouching, you snagged the handles of your bag and threw it over your shoulder. "I am so sorry, I did not mean to intrude. The woman's—"

"I am well aware. I'm talking about in general." He was blunt, and shot straight to the point.

"Ah, I am not sure." You were in for it now. And to spoil all of the luck you had rushed in with the past few weeks— you were busted by the Sworn Shield of the Prince. "Again, my mistake, I will leave."

"No you won't. and don't act like you just stumbled in here. I am not an idiot."

Of course not, you wanted to say, there is a key to get in— "Look, It was my mistake. I will just go—"

"How did you get in here?" Gladiolus gruffly asked. You sighed and took two steps closer to the door; back turned to him to avoid his tempered gaze. At least what you imagined it was.

You had an insider's help— at least that was the honest answer. Were you prepared to give that answer? absolutely not. That would just be throwing Prompto under the bus. You swallowed thickly, bolstered up your bravery and straightened your back. Confidence, you've read in a psychology textbook, can sometimes work within your favor. "I'm afraid I cant share that information."

Gladio huffed, clicking his tongue. The towel he had been drying his hair with was thrown to the bench in front of him. "You best, or you will find yourself in a heap more trouble then you are already in. This training room is for authorized personnel only and as much as I admire the Glaive, you do not count."

The back handed, not really, but kind of a compliment made your heart swell. But only for a moment— It was pilfered rapidly by the growing nerves that continued to pulsate through your veins; even despite your desperate attempts to quell it by bolstering fake confidence. You bowed your head and took another side step to the door. "Yes, I know. I don't have ill intentions. I just like the peace and quiet. The Glaive training room is always crowded, loud and I hardly have space to work with. But like I said: I can't tell you anything. I am sorry again,"

Another step had you half way through the small juncture before the door. You were almost free. "You wait for me outside the locker room. We are not finished with this, and you are not leaving. This is serious."

Serious, he acted like using a gym was a grade A felony. But in fear of being hunted down by what everyone knew as one of the strongest men in the Citadel, you rather not take any chances. You gave him a subtle wave of your hand before finally leaving the locker room.

Part of you felt stupid for not running. He didn't catch your face, or at least to your knowledge— and he had no other information. If you made a break for it, then could he really come after you? You weighed out your options, feet nervously stuttering beneath you. Your foot moved towards the door, however as quickly as your mind changed its thinking; it cemented back in place. You balanced on this uncomfortable precipice for what felt like ever— until you made your decision: leave.

You unglued your heavy foot from off the ground, and took your first step towards freedom. But it ended quickly when the locker room door hinges squealed with dread. Instinctually, you whipped your head around. Gladio stood easily 6'6, rippling muscles cascaded up his thick biceps and continued throughout his upper half. The thin, tight, tank top that Gladio wore seemed to leave very little to the imagination. This man was built. And leaving probably meant your demise. But in the same regard— staying could mean the same as well. Again you swallowed the thickness in your throat and you turned fully to face the Shield. "Listen, Gladio. I don't really want trouble. I just came here looking for a peaceful work out. Sorry for barging in on you, and sorry for being here." Your words sounded more confident than you truly felt, which you supposed could be a good thing… after all, Psychology.

"I will ask again, and I want the real answer. How the hell did you get in here?" Did he just fully ignore you? You were growing tired of the constant questioning. Despite the welling of fear that pooled in your stomach, you flashed a cheeky smirk. You learned far more in your Psychology classes than you had ever thought.

"Maybe you shouldn't leave the door unlocked, it would save from all this trouble." You shrugged, head tilting to the automatic locking door. Reverse Psychology. Snark usually got you nowhere. That is what your mother always said in her usual strict, no nonsense tone. And she was always right on every account. But it didn't make it any less appealing to speak that way.

You were lucky to catch the cascading thoughts flooding through Gladio's mind. His amber eyes told the story well. It began with fear, back tracking through his past hour— then a sudden crash of realization-- then the final touch of sharpness when he picked up on your idiocy. "Enough of the games—"

"Like I said Gladio, It was great meeting you, but unfortunately this is beginning to bore me, and I have places to be this evening. Its been swell." You turned on your heels with a little bit of oomph, hair whipping to follow your wake. You trekked with a steady step towards the door.

"Hold it! I didn't even get your name!" he shouted, voice booming against the walls of the training room. You waited for him to grab you and detain you. Which he was more than capable of doing; considering you were in the wrong, committing crimes against the Citadel— even if they did seem insignificant. However that wasn't going to stop you from making a break for it.

You only tilted your head back to respond: "Sorry for being inconsiderate… As unfortunate as it sounds, I was never given a name."

"That's bullshit." His voice flickered away from the strict tone it usually carried. It cracked as if to show a bit of amusement. Were you amusing the Prince's Shield? You knew you were dead meat, and most likely were about to be in a long ass conference with the General, Marshal, and most likely the witness of your heinous crime. Boldness and confidence occasionally worked within your favor, and you were ready to gamble that.

"Says the guy with a name. Catch ya later!" You pushed hard at the gym doors, and quickly made your get away.

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[seradyn]

Unclouded By Illusions of Morality

For @maddie9354

Word Count: 3043

Glasses wearing Fem!Reader having some good old office sex with our dear Ardyn :)

TW: Smut

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The halls of Zegnautus Keep were long, wide, and plush, reminiscent of the (now empty) passages of the Imperial Palace. The decor was quite extravagant, clearly meant to display the Empire’s abundant wealth and power. It worked rather well on foreign diplomats, who were easily awed by frivolous things, but you’d become accustomed to it, being the Chancellor’s wife and secretary.

At the moment, you carried crucial documents from the High Commander, bound for your husband’s desk to obtain his signature. You’d briefly glanced over the papers; approval for an increase in the military budget it seemed, but truthfully it wasn’t your place to pry. You were content knowing you could help your beloved in any small way possible. Delivering papers fell under that category.

The Keep was massive, one of the largest buildings in Gralea, inside a sprawling maze where one could easily lose their way. Fortunately for you, the path from the High Commander’s office to your husbands had been ingrained in you long ago. Classified files and information were often exchanged between the two, despite how much the Commander may wish it not so. You’d discovered Ardyn delighted in ruffling the younger man’s feathers whenever their paths inevitably crossed, hiding laughter as he sputtered indignantly at a particularly suggestive comment. The stoic general did not find the teasing nearly as amusing.

Your footsteps were muffled by the expensive carpet as you neared your husband’s office. You pushed up your glasses, them having ridden down your nose as you walked. You absentmindedly thought it may be time to have them tightened, as the frequency at which you had to adjust them was only growing. It was becoming a bit annoying, honestly.

The blurry decor became crisp as you pushed open a set of double doors, which led into your own office. You kept the space presentable, as it served as a waiting room for those who sought an audience with the Chancellor. It was also where you did the bulk of the work designated by your job, which was doing anything Ardyn neither had the time nor attention to do. So often he received requests that could easily be handled by someone far lower on the chain of command, but those were an unavoidable part of your husband’s status. You didn’t mind filtering out the spam and keeping it from finding his desk.

You breezed past the well furnished room, coming to the doors at the opposite side. You gently rapped your knuckles against the carved wood, and a faint ‘come in’ responded to your unspoken question. You darted inside, catching the door to softly close it with a click.

“Ah, just who I wanted to see,” a voice cooed from behind you.

You turned and were met with the lovely sight of your husband smirking at you, eyes half lidded dreamily as he watched you. Your expression morphed to match his own, heart rate jumping gleefully in his presence. You’d been married for years, and yet he could still so easily make you melt, turning you into a blushing bride all over again. A light heat touched the tips of your ears.

He looked away from you after a moment, placing a pen he’d been using back into its holder. The report he was working on was moved to the side, clearing his desk as he leaned back, lacing his hands. His gaze returned to you as you came around his workspace.

“What brings my love here today?” He asked, looking up at you as you stood over him.

“Well,” you began, dragging out the word as you stooped forward to deliver a chaste kiss. He lifted his chin to meet you, familiar stubble scratching at your face. He immediately deepened the sweet gesture, opening his mouth and tracing your lips with his smooth tongue. Desire pooled within you, but you pulled away before he got too adventurous. He was rather put out by that, pouting a little as you moved out of reach. “I’ve got some papers from the High Commander. He requested you sign them with the ‘utmost urgency’.”

“Ah yes,” Ardyn tore his gaze from you, nodding at them. “I was wondering when those would come in. You may put them with the others.” He gestured at a pile of documents on the corner of his desk. You obediently added them to the stack, which was now at least 30 strong. Sometimes you weren’t sure Ardyn knew the meaning of the word ‘urgent’.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” You asked, once the pages left your grasp and you’d straightened.

He hummed in pondering, tilting his head at the door as if the answer lied beyond it. That mischievous smile returned to his face, making your insides buzz with anticipation.

“I’m afraid I’ll need you to help solve a slight problem you’ve created,” he purred, all too pleased with himself.

You paused at that, unsure of what he meant. “Oh?” Had you done something wrong? Had a mistake been made? Normally you were so meticulous, where could your mind have slipped? “Is there something you need?”

His grin widened with your inquiry. He hadn’t expected such a perfect opportunity. Instead of answering, he stood up from his cushioned chair, coat rustling with his movements. He turned and slowly leaned down, towering over your small stature, hot breath fanning across your face.

“What I need,” he said in a sinful rumble, spoken directly into your ear. “Is for you to be a good girl while I fuck you.”

You didn’t get a chance to process what he said before he scooped you up by your ass, throwing you onto his desk. You yelped in surprise, your spine and head connecting with the polished wood painfully. The ache was soon a distant memory though, as Ardyn practically pounced on top of you, positioning himself in between your legs and smothering you with his wide frame. His scent completely engulfed you, bringing forth memories of being thrown on a table, or your shared bed, or even a cold kitchen counter. Neither of you cared for the consequences of your actions, too busy gorging yourselves on one another.

Your glasses were knocked askew from his rough handling, but you couldn’t care less. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him further into you. His mouth slotted over your own, groaning as his slick muscle shoved itself inside you.

You happily let him in once you regained your composure, swirling your tongue around his as you taste each other. A delicate duet of push and pull, exploring the far reaches of each other’s mouths. Your hands flew to his hair, knocking off his hat and letting it roll off the desk while you desperately smoosh him onto yourself. Bolts of heat struck your core, filling you with cardinal desires.

Every moan and gasp that left your throat was caught by his awaiting mouth, swallowing them down into his belly to produce an equally lustful heat. He held your shoulders in a steel grip, keeping you from pulling away even as your lungs begged for oxygen. You tugged on his hair to signal you needed a break, but he was relentless as he devoured you. You had to repeatedly pull on him before his lips left yours with a moist pop.

You both panted for a moment, attempting to quell the raging fire in your guts so you could both enjoy this to the fullest. You hadn’t thought your innocent kiss would ignite Ardyn’s lust so intensely. His libedo rose and fell like ocean waves, and obviously you’d caught him at high tide. An unexpected but entirely welcome turn of events.

After a second, he brought a hand up to tap the frame of your glasses with a single finger, indicating the object that was barely still on your face. “Would you like these to remain on, or off, my love?”

“On,” you said breathlessly, still trying to gulp down air. “I want to see you clearly.”

Ardyn hummed at that, content with your answer. “Very well. Although, I cannot promise they will stay on the whole time. I’m afraid I won’t be gentle with you.”

His response didn’t surprise you. He was capable of such, but that was often abandoned soon after starting the sinful activity. You loved how punishing he was, but that meant you’d set a precedent to allow him to go as hard as he wanted. It took some very carefully planned seduction to make him slow down, however even that sometimes failed if he was feeling feisty.

You cupped his pointy face with one hand, guiding him back down to your lips. He sensed your tenderness and allowed you to lead him in a gentle ballet. You lazily exchanged soft kisses, now filled with warm love instead of insatiable lust. Your mouths fit perfectly over each other, yours made for him and his made for you. Your heart swelled with affection as you moved against him.

“You let…me worry…about that,” you said into him, between kisses. Your lips were starting to become swollen, irritated by the endless abuse, while you were anything but.

He chuckled at you, the sound vibrating through his chest and out his nose. His left hand released your shoulder, gathering up your hair and wrapping it tightly around his palm.

“Very good, my dear,” he murmured, eyeing your neck hungrily. “Now do hold still. I would so hate to have to bite you.”

Liar, you thought with a giggle.

He yanked your head to the side, pulling your hair aggressively to reach his desired treat. It hurt a little, but he immediately soothed you by beginning to graze upon your exposed neck and shoulder, nipping and sucking and kissing like a man starved. You couldn’t get over how amazing his mouth felt on you, relishing in the way he worshiped you with it. Sticky liquid was caught by your panties, becoming soaked and ruined. He began to slowly thrust into your core, an appetizer to the rough rhythm he would use to satisfy you both.

You arched your back into him, hips wriggling with the need to be filled. “Ardyn,” you gasped, moaning out his name as he peppered you with purple love marks. You could feel his arousal pulse beneath his pants, just as excited as you were. His grip on your shoulder tightened when you called his name, fingers digging into your fragile flesh. You held his neck down with one hand while the other snaked underneath his shirt, nails sinking into him as he gradually became more needy.

You were growing impatient, sex demanding relief for the desire that tightened within it. It was uncomfortable, how much you needed him. “Ardyn,” you whimpered, this time wanting his attention moved to another place. “Please, I need you. Now.”

He stopped his salacious feast, mouth separating from the pulse point on your neck and making you keen. Your hair was released, scalp sore from his unforgiving nature. He dragged his nose up your neck and along your jawline, guiding him back to your ear where he could purr like a happy cat.

“If that is what the lady desires…”

He needed no more confirmation though. Standing up straight, he began ripping off your clothes, not caring where they went as he threw them across the room. You did your best to help, raising your arms and arching your back so the garments could be easily pulled away. By your request, your glasses remained untouched, allowing you to perfectly observe him disrobing you. You heard some of the seams on your underwear rip apart with his impatience.

Soon you lay exposed and bare, watching Ardyn as he consumed the delicious sight before him. The air was like ice to your feverish skin. You were completely submissive, totally at his mercy while you looked up at him. He would have you no other way; for you were his and his alone. You would be reminded of such when he sank his cock into your sopping entrance. It flexed with want as you thought of him filling you.

Next it was his turn to be rid of his cumbersome clothes, but he did not grant you the pleasure of watching him remove them. Instead, he simply lowered his fly, allowing him to manually pull himself free. His cock bounced into the room, fully erect and dripping fresh droplets onto the floor. You shuddered when you saw it. You’d felt it countless times before, but his impressive member never failed to make your toes curl.

He began collecting your fluids with his shaft, lubricating it in preparation. You mewled and squirmed, body convulsing as he passed over your entrance and pushed against your most sensitive nub. He groaned and hummed above you, basking in the way your body crumbled for him. It begged him to enter you, throbbing with a primal need that reverberated all the way up your spine. You tried to vocalize what you wanted, but your voice failed you, mouth unresponsive and sluggish.

Once Ardyn felt his cock was sufficiently prepared, he settled back over you, one hand returning to your shoulder while the other clamped down on your hip. You stared into his gorgeous golden eyes as he smirked down at you, waiting for what was about to happen. Your heart drummed deep within your chest.

His head caught on your entrance, which puckered expectantly. Without further fanfare, he sheathed himself fully inside you in one powerful thrust, hips slotting into your own. You cried out as he penetrated you, every muscle tensing and nails digging into the back of his coat. The momentary pain was quickly overshadowed by immeasurable pleasure, your sex pulling on him greedily as he dragged himself back out along your slick walls. Before he completely left you, he thrust forward again, impaling you on his girth to get you accustomed to him. An entirely undignified moan left you, body pushing back into him to meet his thrusts. The desk scraped loudly on the floor, pushed by the strength of his hips. He searched for that sacred rough patch within you, and when he found it, denoted by a high pitched wail from you, he began his deadly pace.

You wrathed underneath him in pure ecstasy as he slammed his cock into you over and over again. “My King, my King, my King,” you chanted in prayer, the coil of pure heat inside you tightening with each pass of his cock. You also sprinkled his name in with your chanting, knowing how he so adored it when you called him by both name and proper title. He groaned deep in his throat as you sang your encouraging song, kissing along your jawline as he continued to completely fill you.

You could feel blood rushing down to where your bodies met, making the area engorged with want. The back of your glasses banged on the table in unison with Ardyn’s body. Your inner spring was strained with pressure, ready to release when your beloved allowed it.

Ardyn shuddered above you, cock pulsing and thrusts becoming frantic. He was nearly at his peak, primed to pour his hot seed into you. The faint sound of skin slapping skin was only audible in the breaks between your cries of pleasure. You knew you would be sore and have trouble walking tomorrow, but right now it didn’t matter. It was becoming painful, how much you needed relief, and that was all your brain could focus on.

“Your Majesty,” you moaned, dropping his favorite title so he would allow you to crest the hill of pleasure. “Make me yours.”

You murmured it a few times, whispering it into his ear. It worked like a charm, as it always had. Ardyn growled deep in his throat, speed picking up impossibly fast. You weren’t sure how much more you could take, and you gyrated your hips to try to get the last bit of friction you needed.

Ardyn sank into you with a particularly violent thrust, groaning and trembling as he came undone. You could feel ropes of hot liquid eject from his member, sloshing around inside as he finished with a few sloppy thrusts. It triggered your own orgasm, sending you into a blinding euphoria that had you screaming his name. Your opening sucked on him in a show of gluttony, taking all he had to offer.

It took you some time to come down from your high, the world coming back into focus while you panted. Ardyn laid atop you, catching his own breath while he rested his head on the table. His thrusts had slowed to a stop, cock twitching as it remained sheathed in your warmth a little while longer.

Once he recovered, Ardyn stood up straight, delicately extracting himself from you. You whimpered when his head left your opening, leaving you feeling incredibly empty without him. A pleased smirk remained on his face as he tucked himself back into his trousers, looking for all the world like he hadn’t just railed you. It would’ve been funny, if you weren’t too busy admiring how beautiful he looked.

As soon as he was done straightening his coat and taming a few loose strands of hair, he gathered you up into his arms, lifting you into his lap as he collapsed back into his chair. You settled into his comforting frame, feeling the thrum of his heart beneath your ear. You finally took off your glasses, placing them onto his desk so you could fully snuggle into him. You sighed contently as your eyes drooped shut.

One arm wrapped around your waist while the other gently stroked your cheek, feeling so tender and intimate. Soft kisses were pressed into your scalp, prickly chin scraping against the supple parts of your head.

“Rest now, my love,” Ardyn’s smooth voice reached you. You could feel it hum through his chest as he spoke. “I’ll be waiting when you awaken.”

“I love you,” you slurred, speech impaired with drowsiness.

You felt more words vibrate out of him, but your ears had already stopped working, sleep all too enticing as it pulled you into its depths.

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If anyone gets the reference that is the title I will laugh. 😂

I’ve been so motivated to write lately I was able to crank this out pretty quickly. I hope I mentioned the glasses enough for it to be satisfying to the asker. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! ❤️

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[savage-rhi]

savage! 🖤 may i h-humbly request an Ardyn x reader in heavy rain scenario, that involves some serious m-making out?

*blushing deeper by the second* ty! ily! 😭

@ticklemycucumber you got it hon :D

Ardyn was soaked from head to toe. His hair was flattened by the rain embedding itself into the red strands. For the first time in years, he felt cold. His skin trembled beneath his clothes as his gaze fixated on Y/N. His breath was barely a whisper as his warm amber eyes held a cold gaze towards his companion. He felt tense. Emotions flooded through his body as he remained neutral.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Y/N said, shaking their head as the rain picked up. They too were shivering. Whatever warm tears cascaded down their eyes mingled with the rain, hiding the fact they had been crying the whole time they had poured their heart out.

"I--" Y/N hesitated to speak further. The fact that Ardyn was silent and his piercing eyes saw through them made the situation more intimidating.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Y/N repeated.

"And yet it did." Ardyn cooly stated. There had been signs Y/N held affections towards him. Soft gestures and musings that he either was too stubborn to pick up on or was too enraptured in his own misery to seek out. Every act of kindness, every moment of respite he had with them, every lingering touch...it was overwhelming, and yet like pieces of an intricate puzzle, it suddenly came together revealing the overall picture of the situation.

For the thousands of years he had been alive, Ardyn had never felt more idiotic than now. He wondered how he could be so blinded to not pick up on the fact someone harbored feelings for him.

Someone. Loved. Him.

Not his Aera, but someone else. Someone from a different time. A time he was not meant to be a part of. Yet here he stood.

This was a dangerous game.

Ardyn wasn't one to get spooked. Always one step ahead of everybody, even the damned Gods. As the rain hit his flesh harder, feeling like small daggers dragging on his nerves, he felt terrified. For a brief moment, Y/N looked like Aera in his field of vision. He could see it so clearly: Somnus's blade piercing delicate flesh. Warm blood pooled into the porcelain grounds of the palace. Blond hair stained with deep reds and debris. He closed his eyes, a vain attempt to lock away the dread.

He wondered if it would all fall apart yet again.

"Ardyn, I'm sorry."

Y/N's words were enough to pull him out of his memories. He wasn't holding the corpse of his love. Nor was the unbridled rage he held towards his brother consuming him. Everything was silent. Not even the rain held noise as he approached Y/N. His hands cradled their face as he shook his head.

"No. No, you're not." He whispered. His lips ghosted over Y/N's before he took the plunge. Ardyn didn't hold back. His mouth moved dangerously across Y/N's, showing off his true nature; all-consuming and unyielding. He kissed Y/N as if he hadn't breathed in thousands of years, desperate for air. Almost as if the rain itself was drowning them both and Ardyn could only rely on Y/N for a chance to see the surface.

Hands tangled up in hair, fingertips digging into flesh, tongues acquainting themselves, the sensations were too much that it almost hurt. Ardyn couldn't remember the last time he felt shocked wide awake. That he felt alive in ways that couldn't be expressed in words, only through touch. Y/N's soft moans against his lips edged him onward, knowing there was no going back and he didn't give a damn about it. He couldn't save Aera, he doubted he could save Y/N in the grand scheme of things, but if Y/N and he were to fall, at least they'd go down together. He'd make sure of that.

In between rasps and groans, Ardyn smiled against Y/N's lips. His bottom lip trembled as he let out a sigh. He was in rapture. Y/N's words from the heart earlier replaying through his mind as he kissed them passionately. In a million years, Ardyn never thought he was capable of feeling this way again.

It was amazing, the power someone's mouth had over him.

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Kitty Cursed - Part 6 Cat-harsis - Cor Leonis

A/N: Another one of those things that took me forever to get done, and yet, surprisingly was easy for me to finish once I got started. XD

Also, I had someone mention to me that sometimes pet names can make them uncomfortable when they read reader insert fics, it was mentioned that sometimes the gender specific nicknames (Princess as an example) can be kinda triggering, or pull you out of the story when they're labeled as Gender Neutral - so from now on I will put a mention of the pet name used under warnings. =3 Again, each of the boys from FFXV will have their own part. I'll put the link to the others below.

Characters: Cor Leonis x Reader [Gender Neutral] Warnings: Pet name used: Sweetheart Word Count: 1046 Summary: You’ve been inflicted with a strange status ailment that has turned you into a cat. Immediately you seek out your soulmate to help you out with your little predicament, but you forgot one, small....TINY little detail. He’s allergic to cats!

[ Dino | Prompto | Gladio | Ignis | Noctis ]

“...you alright?” 

Hearing Cor groan softly said volumes about what the two of you had just gone through. 

Then again, he could be making such a noise because of the way you tackled him when a daemon appeared out of nowhere from behind you both. It was foolish to put yourself in harm's way for the Marshal, you knew that, but you were positive in the back of your mind that it was going to be worth the scolding later.

However, you hadn’t expected that attack to cause this sort of a situation.

“Hey,” Cor called again, a slight urgency in his voice. “Answer me?”

Well, you honestly wanted to, but you knew that it was best that you didn’t.

Not right now anyway. 

At least, not with the status effect you were suffering from. 

“Sweetheart? Where are you?!”

Lowering your head you sighed deeply through your nose, tail flicking gently behind you. It caused an odd twist in your gut to hear his voice crack like that. It wasn’t often that he showed emotion, but to hear him call for you like that…

You mewled softly to him in return, and slowly padded around the rock you’d been hiding behind. 

“...Sweetheart?” 

To say that you were amused by the confused expression on his face was an understatement as you sat down on your rump and gently wrapped your tail about your paws as you huffed softly up at him. 

He watched you with wide eyes for a moment before he took just a half step back from you, and that got your ears to perk forward in surprise. 

“Hmn, I’ve never seen this as a status ailment before.”

Honestly, neither had you in all the times you’d gone off hunting daemons. 

But you supposed there was a first time for—

“HEECKSHEW!”

Cor’s head snapped to the side as he brought his hand up to gently place it over his mouth and nose, then groaned as he tried to stifle a sniffle. 

Oh six! I forgot!

With a loud mrrp like noise you scrambled to your feet, your tail held high for a moment before you found the direction of the wind and literally; and probably comically, skittered down wind. You huffed at yourself for forgetting something so important. 

He was allergic to cats!

“What are you— sniffle —oh. Hm, it’s too late for that Sweetheart. Th-thaan—hm,” Cor then sniffled again, and sort of wiggled his nose as he brought his hand down from his face. “Now I think you understand whyyy—HEEECKSHEW! Ugh—why I said we couldn’t adopt the cat you found in Lestallum.” 

Huffing at yourself again you lowered your head, feeling guilty.

“You didn’t know I suffered thi-thiiiiis— sniffle— this badly. It’s not your faauu…” he paused, his eyes slowly closing halfway before he turned his head to sneeze loudly again. “Guh, your fault.” 

Still. 

This was something you should have remembered. Some partner you were. 

How could you forget something so important?!

“Sweetheart…” 

Your head snapped up when you realized how close he was, and you mewled loudly in surprise, then in complaint when he picked you up. 

What are you doing?! You’ll make it worse!

“Easy…” he practically purred to you as you squirmed in his arms, not realizing that you’d accidentally scratched his hands in your flailing to get away, and they were now covered in large, pink welts. You mewled in complaint again as he gently petted you and held you gently against his chest. “I’ve got you.” 

Got me?! You foolish man put me down!

Cor chuckled at you, sniffled then moved to pick your clothing and weapons up off the ground. “Don’t worry. It’s not so terrible that I can’t carry you ba-baaack to— sniffle, snort— ugh, back to the haven. I’ve got allergy—” 

It was the pause that made you look up at him, and you burbled softly in concern at the very odd look on his face.

“Hm…” he then moved you enough so that he could tuck you into his coat, buttoning it up to keep you safe against his chest as he gently placed an arm under you to support you. 

And yet…he didn’t move…

It was as if he was frozen in place, waiting for something to happen.

You mewled up at him, turning to look only to go wide eyed as his eyes were watering and slightly swollen shut. 

“Don’t…don’t— sniffle— move…” 

That slightly growled warning got you to freeze in place.

What was wrong? Did the daemon that had ambushed you both come back? If so, how was he going to fight the damned thing with you held against his chest?!

“Ah six—HEEEEECKKSHEW!” 

He’d wrapped both arms around you then as his entire form almost bent in half with his sneeze, and you couldn't help but mew softly in surprise. 

“...right, let's get back to the ha-haven. That way I can take those allergy pills I have t-tuu-tucked into my first aid k-iiiii—HEEECKSHEW—ugh. First aid kit.” and he simply turned in the direction of the haven to do just that.

You growled up at him, then huffed when he still had you tucked into his coat. 

“It’s fine,” he rumbled softly as he glanced down at you for a moment, then sniffled again. “Just…I thought the worst for a m-mmm—” he turned his head to sneeze yet again, then growled a little. “—I thought the worst for a moment. I was afraid that you’d been seriously hurt. I just..” When his words trailed off you realized that you were purring, probably because his fingers were gently petting you through his coat, but you hoped that sound might comfort him a little. 

“...you know that no matter what, I’m here for you, right?”

Yes. I know. 

You purred louder up at him, your eyes closing just a little as you nuzzled your head lightly against his chest.

“Good,” Cor sniffled again with a huff, then wiped his nose with his sleeve. “Now then, let’s get—HECKSHEW! HEEECKSHEW! HEEEEEEECKSHEW!” he stumbled a little, sniffled then growled again. 

If you could have laughed a little at the annoyed expression on his face, you would have. 

“Right. Haven. Allergy pills. Then I’ll call Ignis…and see if he’s— sniffle— run into this status ailment with the others.”

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The Mad Scientist's Assistant - Chp 16

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 15

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI 

Chapter Tags: Silco x Fem!Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, mentions of: domestic abuse, drug use, gaslighting, and drug overdose; vague implied reference to suicide;

Chapter word count: 7k

Chapter Beta Readers: @deny-the-issue @purplefangirl42 (thank you as always my loves!)

Total word count: 83k

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A/N: Eeeeeehehehehehe oh I'm so happy this chapter is finally here!!! I hope you are too! Tell me what your fave part was (though I have a sneaking suspicion what it is.) Also, with permission, I snuck in a little easter egg, dedicated to the Silco writer who inspired me to write my own multi-chapter! <3 you Inky

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XXV. Epilogue

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

GIF: Originally posted by @thekingofkawai​

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors. 18+ Minors DNI. Smut, AMAB oral receiving, penetrative sex (AFAB+AMAB)

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Hello there dearest readers. Here it is. The final chapter of Remember Me, Special Dreams. I won’t replicate all the sentiments I wrote about in my post here but just know that I love and appreciate every single one of you who has read this story. Until next time, all my love, Saskia ❤️

Sandman Masterlist  

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5 Years Later

The weekend bag weighing down your dominant hand is what you focus on as you de-materialise in an eddying haze. Despite having travelled this way countless times, you still get anxious about doing it alone. Getting out of your head by connecting with your senses was a good way of diminishing the feelings but the only thing that could truly banish them was the sight of your destination, the heart of the Dreaming.

It had only been a couple of days but you had missed it keenly.

You taste the fresh, nurturing air as you gratefully inhale a breath. Welcome images of both pure realism and fantasy beam from your optic nerves to your brain. Faint sounds of ripples across the surface of the lake are a soothing soundtrack. Your tension from travelling melts away.

You journey across the bridge that leads to the front doors. Sure, you could have appeared inside the palace but you like the walk to soak in every detail of the approach and converse and check in with Dreamfolk that you see on your way.

You have timed your arrival to coincide with the end of Morpheus' audience hours in the throne room. You take the familiar route to the place now.

With a careful press of your palm, you noiselessly push one of the doors open and slip through the gap. While neither of you can see each other yet, you are aware that Morpheus knows you are here. He would have felt your presence as soon as you re-entered the Dreaming.

You leave your luggage to the side of the door frame and walk to the bottom of the curving staircase. The resplendent glass panels that serve as a backdrop eke gorgeous pastel shades over the marble that makes up the cathedral-like room.

As you look up to where Morpheus sits on his throne, a warm smile touches his rosy lips, one that you cannot help but return.

"My love," his voice oozes with the sweetness and warmth of honey and ginger.

"My Lord."

You ascend the steps, each footstep invoking a growing anticipation. To be close to Morpheus again is your only wish.

Once stood in front of him, he reaches for your hand and brings it to his mouth. His lips touch the ring on your left hand; a silver band set with a black opal. The iridescent speckles in the stone reflect colours of red, blue and green onto his pale skin.

He keeps his eyes locked with yours throughout, enhancing the intimacy.

You pull your hand away gently and rest it on the back of your neck as you are overwhelmed by the feelings blossoming in your chest.

Even after all these years, he is still able to make you giddy and delirious.

"Hi Morpheus," You say shyly.

"Hello, Y/N." He stands and puts his hands firmly on your waist. "Tell me how you are, how were your parents?"

You smile broadly as you mentally recall the weekend you had spent together. Afternoon walks and conversations that lasted long into the night. Wholesome food and non-stop tea drinking. Reminiscing and planning for the future. So much love and affection.

"It was lovely. They were on sparkling form, although they seemed a bit disappointed that you couldn't be there."

"Next time, I promise." He pulls you into an embrace. His clean, comforting scent is a balm.

You mumble your next words against his chest. "I think they might also be starting to notice that I've stopped ageing."

You are melancholy about this; their realisation means it will bring about change and you have grown quite accustomed to your life in its current guise.

"Do you regret your decision?" He whispers.

Pulling away, you cup his jaw with a hand. "Not at all. I promised forever in our wedding vows."

"And I promised to support you in times of difficulty.”

"It's okay. We always knew this day would come."

"We should decide what to tell them."

"I agree,” you lighten your tone. “But first, you must let me know how you have been."

Morpheus looks wistful. "I have missed you, My Queen, as I always do when we are apart."

"I missed you too. Especially at night."

You are referring to the necessary measure where you are shut off from the Dreaming when you spend a night in the waking world. It is something that you know saddens Morpheus, for it brings him great satisfaction to feel you enjoying dreams again after choosing to live predominantly in the Dreaming, particularly the dreams he makes especially for you.

"I thought about you a lot when I was alone," you confess in an afterthought.

Morpheus raises his eyebrows. "Did you think of anything in particular?"

"I think you can guess."

He chuckles with a playful smile. "I have an inkling but I would much prefer you tell me."

"I would much prefer to show you."

You push on his shoulders to get him to sit once more and then sink down onto your knees. Your long black coat, deliberately reminiscent of Morpheus’ own, pools about you.

“May I?” You ask as you trace an index finger around the circumference of the button on his trousers.

He nods and a little thrill electrifies your core. While it was not the first time you had done things in this room, you always find it exhilarating to be able to pleasure your King atop his throne, and even more so when you are the one taking charge of the situation.

You free his erection and steady it at the base with your hand. His tip is dripping with arousal; you lap at it with your tongue and he gasps.

His reaction makes you grin mischievously. You tease him with little licks and kisses until he is tense with need. He has never begged verbally yet you know that this state is the closest he will get to uttering the words and a cue that he is desperate.

The instinct to quell his torment is all-encompassing.

You open your lips and take him into your mouth. The groan he issues as you envelop him is guttural.

You take in as much as you can handle without bringing yourself discomfort and then look up at your husband. Lustful darkness glints in his eyes. You move.

Dragging upwards, you suck all the way to his swollen tip, swirl your tongue around and then dip back down. You repeat this at various speeds and pressures, and use your hands to provide extra sensation. Scandalous, wet noises and breathy panting fill your ears and turn you on.

You slow a little and peek up at Morpheus. His hands are gripping the arms of the throne, clearly showing the strain he is bearing in order to keep himself under control. You know that he wants to let his hips rise up. You tighten your lips and move faster to compensate. He begins to twitch.

“Y/N,” he calls.

You withdraw.

"I want you in my lap."

You stand, and as you do so the clothes covering your body dissolve into nothing. It is a feat that never fails to impress you.

Morpheus moves to sit further forward on the throne and you place yourself so your thighs are either side of his hips. His expectant expression and the feeling of skin on skin makes you quiver with delight.

You fix your attention on the enchanting, exquisite face that you adore, at the person you love so dearly and your heart stumbles. You sometimes wonder how the universe pulled this off however you are glad it managed to.

Morpheus draws your face to his and you kiss deeply, running your fingers through his wild, wispy locks. His own fingers massage your breasts and your nipples harden against his soft palms.

Without breaking the kiss, you position your entrance to hover over his cock. You pull back and look deep into Morpheus’ bottomless blue eyes.

"Do it," he says darkly, as his smouldering gaze consumes you.

You drop down with a controlled flex of your leg muscles.

The groan that rumbles in his chest is like the growl of a jaguar. Your own groan is higher in pitch but just as vehement.

You find a rhythm; a shallow yet sensual one that keeps you from knocking your knees or Morpheus' back into the upright of the seat.

You stare at each other with wonder. All that pent up longing seeps away, replaced by relief.

Your forehead falls to rest on his shoulder. From your new viewpoint, you have full sight of the place where your bodies are joined. You blink in surprise.

Literal constellations are swirling, dancing on your skin.

Shades of blue, purple and pink highlighted with twinkles of silver, they caress the insides of your thighs, hips. Everywhere that Morpheus’ skin is touching yours.

You have no idea whether he knows what he is doing.

You stop your rutting and raise your head.

"My love?" He questions with concern.

You look down again and he follows suit.

Morpheus sees the galaxies. His lips part in surprise.

He experimentally trails his fingers up your neck and across your jaw. You can’t see however you know that the same is happening because of his expression of fascination.

His hands are then everywhere. Brushing over your lips, eyelids, breasts, stomach, leaving stars in his wake. He's painting you with his very essence. Making you shine with the same radiance of the ceiling above you.

He then places a palm over your heart. “I love you, Y/N,” he intones delicately.

“I love you, Morpheus.”

You kiss again before you grip the back of the chair and lift yourself up a little. Morpheus' hands grasp your hips and making full use of the newly created space, he begins to pump up into you.

Burying your face against his neck, you gasp with every thrust as he hits a spot inside you that makes you feel like you are on the way to losing your composure.

You allow him to do it. You let yourself be swept by his currents, higher and higher into the boundless night sky above you.

He then makes a sound that has been echoing in your mind since the very first time you had sex. A deep, drawn out moan of pleasure that makes your walls start to constrict.

You relish the cooling flood of liquid that he spills inside you and the shuddering of his release triggers your own. Morpheus' long fingers then engulf your clit with sweet friction and your body arches with ecstasy.

You are suspended, floating in the vacuum of space. The stars that float around you, the same as the ones marking your skin.

Your lips are forming a single word. His name, but you can't hear the sound in your current orbit.

Morpheus' voice pulls you back through the atmosphere and down to somewhere more grounded.

He is murmuring praises that tickle the shell of your ear.

You are weak, unable to reply with anything but laboured breaths. Your legs shake so much that you are afraid you will fall if you try to get up. All you can do is cling to him like a koala on a eucalyptus tree.

Morpheus stands, still buried inside you. Your surroundings transform into your bed chamber.

You whimper when you feel your centre of balance shift as he goes to lay you down on the sheets. You don’t want to leave the safety his arms provide.

"Relax, my love," he murmurs.

He lets his cock slip out from your warmth. Pillows cushion the back of your head and cotton meets your bare skin. He clears his release away with a wave of his hand and drapes the covers over your exhausted frame. Suddenly, he is gone from your vision field.

"Morpheus?" You sound fearful.

"I am here, Y/N." He reassures.

He settles into the space beside you. You smile as you feel his hands stroking your face. Soothing you this way was something he excelled at.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

You shake your head, fighting to keep your eyes open. “No, thank you.”

He presses a kiss to your temple.

"Sleep, my love. I will watch over you until you wake."

It was such an inviting idea. The light in the room begins to dim, as if Morpheus has read your thoughts.

You give in to the lull, but before you are drawn under, you grab onto Morpheus’ hand.

"Don't leave me, please," you implore.

He lies down beside you and pulls you flush against his chest with his lithe arms.

His reply is a promise, spoken with his usual sibilance of storm clouds and sea breezes, a promise that would last for eternity.

"I wouldn't dream of it.”

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"So let me sleep where I live. With a murder of crows that live in the boughs of my brain. See me when I float like a dove. The skies above are lined with trees. I'm on my knees, I'm singing please. Come and take me away."

A/N II: A happy ending! Hope you enjoyed it. Would love to know your thoughts. Have a good evening ❤️

Also. Send help. I watched The Boat That Rocked and On The Road last week and I am now more in love with Tom than ever.

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1. What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

I don't write with the aim to teach a lesson. However, after figuring out the plot, I'll look back and see what message I can focus on. Usually, it's kindness, but I also hope to inspire people to find strength within themselves.

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

A lot of real world cultures and history. In the case of my main setting, the amount of research into the history and culture of Central and Eastern Europe in the 18th century (especially the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth) would probably be enough to write straight up historical fiction, buuuut I like the fantasy elements, and I don't enjoy writing non-queernormative societies. So here we are.

The second instalment, The Truth Teller, is again in a fantasy version of the Eastern Bloc, and I get a lot of inspiration from talking to people who've lived there in the second half of the 20th century.

Finally, The Fulcrum is an exercise in worldbuilding. It started with a question, what would happen if evolution took a different path, and the dominant sentient species was most closely resembling birds. Other than that, I use it as an excuse to explore other periods in history - primarily late-Bronze and Iron Age.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

The goal is different every time. E.g. for Days of Dusk:

In Gifts of Fate, Lissan is the MC, and he wants to survive without hurting anyone (the demon possessing him makes it difficult). What I want to achieve with him is to inspire people to persevere.

In The Prince's Shadow Erya is trying to kill Lissan, while dealing with complicated grief. My goal is to inspire people to move on, without preaching forgiveness (the two main characters still hate each other at the end).

In Prodigal Children, Lissan, Erya, and Gullin are the three MCs who are told with absolute certainty that something terrible will happen and it will result in war. They each try to deal with it in a different way. Erya aims to minimise the damage. Gullin thinks he can't do anything about it, so he focuses on protecting his loved ones. Lissan refuses to accept that it will happen at all. My goal as the writer is to showcase that each of these responses has its merits and can't be condemned from the get go.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

I'm a pantser, so I can answer it only for completed drafts. Gifts of Fate currently has 49 chapters, averaging just over 2k words each - with the total being 109k.

5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Everything I post on this blog is original. I don't plan to post the novel-length project online - I'm hoping to publish them traditionally. Some side WIPs may end up being posted here or on AO3 (the unnamed parody thingy that still needs a title), and my Silmarillion fanfiction can be found here (more to come).

6. When and why did you start writing?

I vaguely recall writing my first fantasy heroine self-insert story at the age of 11 or so, then Tolkien fanfiction when I was 15-18, then original fiction onwards. It started as an outlet to my creativity, but now it's to get some peace and quiet in my mind. If I don't put the stories down on paper, they keep buzzing in my head, being distracting.

7. Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

Words of encouragement? Just do it. Imperfect doesn't mean bad. Don't let 'perfect' be the enemy of 'good'.

I follow a tonne of writeblrs, so here are a handful of shoutouts: @acertainmoshke @writernopal @tabswrites @toribookworm22 @winterandwords @aether-wasteland-s

Blank questions below:

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

When and why did you start writing?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

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[b4bytate]

Early meetings & Lustful desires, part 2

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Finally, part 2 of my smut fiction!

this one will contain actual smut, so beware! 18+!

thank you fen for pushing me to publish this.

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after your last encounter with loki, he left you speechless and thinking about him all day long. this time he shows up again, and you are not letting him get away again.

Warnings: smut! 18+ f!masturbation, praising, loki is such a switch, loki being a little bitch pt2, fab reader, hair pulling, fingering. (I might’ve forgot something, but there are no heavy topics discussed!)

After your encounter with loki, your whole world revolved around him for the next day. The way he kissed you. Harsh but still a gentle sense to it, the way his beautiful hands found their way around your throat, the way he grabbed your waist. All those fantasies you had before yesterday only got worse.

You stepped into the shower. Thinking that the warm water may take your mind off of him.

You turned on the water and stepped onto the cold tiles of the shower. You washed your hair and used a vanilla scented body wash. The nice smells and warmth took your mind off of the god for a good 15 minutes, but they came right back like a boomerang and your hand trailed down over your breasts, down to your pussy. While imagining that your fingers were Loki’s big ones, you inserted a finger into it, making an in and out movement with your hand while your other finger rubbed circles over your clit. It was just the right friction that you needed. You started going faster and you couldn’t get the image of Loki fingering you out of your head.

“mhhh.. Loki..” you whimpered under your breath without even thinking about what you said or who’s name you just called out. You closed your eyes as you let the warm water run over your back and your fingers kept drawing circles over your clit. You were getting closer and closer to your orgasm until you heard something.

“Well, well.. what a show.”

You turned around and tried to cover yourself up, but by the grin on his face you could tell that he had been standing here for quite some time now.

“I didn’t expect you to call out my name while you were pleasing yourself, darling.”

You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body.

“What the hell Loki, this is my bathroom. How did you get in here?”

You yelled at him. Not being totally bothered by his entry though, you could use a helping hand.

“I heard my name fall from your pretty lips, and I just had to come and watch.”

He laughed with a lustfull smile on his face as he observed your figure, which was now covered up by a big towel.

“So darling, were you imagining me?”

He asked you.

“What?”

You yelled back.

“Well, you did call out my name.. were you imagining that it were my fingers, that were pleasing you?”

You looked down at the ground, being unable to look the tall god that stood before you in the eyes while he said something like that.

“That look tells me more than enough, darling.”

He placed both his hands on the side of your face roughly and kissed you.

The kiss was even better than before, less lustfull, but more romantic. Like two lovers that finally explore each other for the first time. His tongue got past your lips and entered your mouth and you let out a whimper against his lips. Again you felt something poking at your thigh. And you weren’t gonna let him speed away without taking care of it again. You dropped the towel and now you were standing in front of him. Completely naked.

Loki groaned at the sight.

“My oh my, if I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought that a goddess was standing in front of me right now.”

His praise made you smile at the ground. Too shy to look him into his eyes.

“You are absolutely breathtaking, my love.”

He started kissing your neck.

You chuckled.

“I never knew that you could be this sweet, you’re always teasing me.”

Loki stopped his attack on your neck and let out a breathy laugh.

“That’s because I like you darling, I like you a lot.”

The realization hit you, and you wanted to say something sweet, but Loki started working his way down to your chest and the only thing you managed to get out of your mouth was a breathy moan of his name.

He kissed both of your breasts one last time and picked you up like you were lighter than a feather. He carried you out of your private bathroom which was connected to your bedroom, and placed you softly onto your bed. The soft silk sheets felt nice on your skin.

Loki continued kissing you everywhere he could, down your breasts, your stomach and your thighs, he placed a long kiss on the inside of your thigh which sent shivers down your spine. He looked up with a smile that made your heart race even faster. Right when he placed a kiss on your clit. You realized that they weren’t just fantasies, and daydreams you had about Loki. You were in love with him. But you didn’t even get time to think about that, cause Loki slipped a finger into your pussy. His long and big fingers felt so much better than your own and reached spots in you that you never knew existed.

You moaned out his name and Loki responded with a breathy chuckle of “I knew you liked me too, love.”

Just as he was speeding up and you felt your orgasm building up faster and faster, he removed his fingers. Licking them clean.

“Loki what the hell?!”

You angrily said to him.

“What’s wrong my darling?”

He awnsered you with a confident smirk on his face.

“You didn’t let me cum, and this is the second time.”

He let out a chuckle at your words.

“Do you wanna know why I didn’t let you come, darling?”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. Pissed about not reaching your high for the second time today.

He bent over and placed his head next to yours, while whispering in your ear,

“Because I want to be the first time that I make you come, to be around my cock. Got it?”

His sudden dominance sent a shiver down your spine and you let out a small whimper.

You nodded your head and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

He started removing his clothes while kissing your lips passionately.

He took off the white t shirt and threw it on the ground, it revealed his perfect abs and it made you silently gasp at the sight.

He pulled down his pants and boxers in one go, so now he stood before you. Naked as well. And you had never seen something like this.

When I said that loki was a god, and he looked like one I was talking about his face and figure. But nothing could compare to his cock. It was long. But also big in girth. You tried to grab him as he was kissing you and you could barely fit your hand around it. He let out a airy chuckle at the feeling of your hand being almost too small to wrap around him. But it took him by suprise when you started pumping him. He grabbed your neck and kissed you harder, which made both of you moan. Your hand slipped to his hair, which was still perfectly tied up in a bun, a few strand that fell out of it framing his face perfectly.

You grabbed his hair and softly tugged on it. Which made him whimper. He let out a soft “please” as you pulled harder. “Oh god.” He moaned as one of your hands was tangled up in his hair and the other one wrapped perfectly around his cock, still pumping at a slightly faster pace. He moaned and you took the opportunity to flip him over, so you were the one on top now. He was suprised by the sudden turn of events. He laughed.

“Darling, did you really think I would hand over the control to you so easily, I am a go-“

he couldn’t finish his sentence as a moan ripped through his chest as you lined his cock up with your cunt and slowly sunk onto it. You grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life, not thinking that it would fit. Loki chuckled in relief when you sank onto it completely, but let out a loud whimper as you started bouncing. You had to get used to it the first few times, but after a while I felt good. Really good. You were a whimpering mess, and so was Loki. When he felt that you had gotten tired and it was becoming too much for you he flipped you over so you were comfortably laying on the mattress again.

“Let me take care of you, my darling.”

Loki said as he kissed your cheek.

“Please, let me know if I am too rough. I do not under any circumstances want to hurt you.”

You nodded and he started thrusting into you. The first few times slow so you could adjust to the feeling, but when you started moaning, it awakened something in him and he started thrusting harder and harder. You pulled him closer and grabbed his hair. You already felt the knot in your stomach get bigger and you could tell that loki was getting closer too by the way you felt his cock twitch in your walls. You pulled his hair and he let out a loud moan of your name as he came. You followed shortly after. As you both rid out the aftershocks loki held you close and brushed his hand over your hair as he cuddled with you. Enjoying the closeness. You were shivering from the sudden wave of coldness, and loki grabbed his white T-shirt and pulled it over your head. He put on his boxers and you both climbed under the blankets, loki was still holding you close to him.

“I love you, loki.”

You told him.

“I love you too darling.”

He awnsered.

“No, I think that I am actually in love with you, loki.”

Loki let out a soft laugh at your words.

“I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you.”

#loki odinson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #loki marvel #loki smut #loki x you #dom loki #loki #loki of asgard #loki god of mischief #marvel #mcu loki #lokiedit #god of mischief #loki imagine

[dumfanting]

VOLUME ONE MASTER LIST (Complete!)

F! Reader / Echo (and Fives) (and Crosshair)

Reader Insert | Angst | Mature/Explicit

You’re a medic for the 501st Legion, but after losing Echo, you cope by taking an assignment with Clone Force 99.

General warnings: grieving, major character death, occasional smut, PTSD, war trauma. There will be specific warnings for each chapter.

Extras

Images:

Coruscant Apartment | The Stone | Shalka Myrr | Shower Scene with Fives 🌶️ | Shower Fantasy with Crosshair 🌶️

Alternative timeline stories:

Remnants (Alternate Ending with Kix)

Nothing Left (Follow up to Remnants)

Uncrossed Paths (Alternate Ending with Crosshair) 🌶️

An Unexpected Survivor (Alternate Ending with Echo)

Technical Assistance (A ‘What If-?’ with Tech) 🌶️

Abridged (AO3 exclusive) For those intimidated by the original 157,000 word count and/or aren’t good with angst.

Chapter 1: Prelude

Echo leaves on a high-risk mission and you’ve got a bad feeling about this.

M | death and loss, the citadel mission | 1715 words

Chapter 2: In the Wake

The days after you receive the news.

M | grieving, death of a loved one | 1116 words

Chapter 3: Specters

Feeling better after Fives’ visit, you decide to return to work, but it takes a toll on you.

M | grief, loss of a loved one | 1669 words

Chapter 4: Traces

You’re slowly starting to cope, with Fives’ help.

M | grief, nightmares | 1169 words

Chapter 5: A Spark

You and Fives keep getting closer, then he comes to you with something heavy on his mind.

M | none | 1025 words

Chapter 6: Aflame 🌶️

Things with Fives get heated.

E | fingering, hand jobs, love bites, PiV, guilt | 1735 words

Chapter 7: Embers 🌶️

The morning after.

E | PiV, oral (giving and receiving) | 1983 words

Chapter 8: Ashes 🌶️

Some days are still harder than others, but you and Fives get through it with each others support.

E | nightmares/night terrors, PTSD, guilt, grief, sex in a closet | 1683 words

Chapter 9: Dust

The men return from Umbara.

M | none | 1384 words

Chapter 10: Inquiry 🌶️

Fives is finally able to come home and he tells you what happened during the Umbara mission.

E | Umbara arc, PTSD, shower sex, love bites, bruises, alcohol consumption | 3117 words

Shower scene

Chapter 11: Conspiracy

All too soon, you have to say goodbye again.

M | major character death, drinking, alcohol, conspiracy, panic | 3828 words

Chapter 12: Ruin

“Why do you all have to look the fucking same?”

M | panic attacks, fainting/passing out, hospital stay, implied suicide reference | 2135 words

Chapter 13: Interlude

You’re burning out, badly, then Kix approaches you about a job.

M | grief, anger, night terrors, discussion of death | 1453 words

Chapter 14: The Bad Batch

A long time has passed between your last conversation with Kix and where you are now.

M | description of injury | 3259 words

Chapter 15: A Distant Echo

The steam clears, and you can’t help but scream.

M | loss of bodily autonomy, loss of limbs, prisoner of war, extreme body modifications, body horror, PTSD, nightmares, death, Crosshair is an asshole | 6013 words

Chapter 16: On the Wings of Keeradaks

Oh thank the Maker, he’s alive! Now it’s time to get him out.

M | heights, flight, canon typical violence, body dysphoria | 4406 words

Chapter 17: Overload

It has to get worse before it can get better, doesn’t it?

M | accusations of cheating, fainting, medical scenario, panic attack, grief, confusion | 3357 words

Chapter 18: To See

Everyone gets clarity on the situation.

M | trauma dumping | 4222 words

Chapter 19: Crash

You feel an odd sense of both loss and peace at the same time as tears continue to roll silently down your cheeks.

M | fainting, grief, panic attack, medical emergency, surgery | 4499 words

Chapter 20: A Force

You and Echo finally get to talk, then you find out something surprising about yourself.

M | medical scenarios, prosthetic limbs being removed, discussion of death, grief | 4412 words

Chapter 21: Truth

The days progress slowly, then you realize you’ll need to make a choice.

M | medical scenario, discussion of death, Umbara, grief | 3741 words

Chapter 22: Replacement

Things just got even more complicated.

M | body dysphoria, possible breakup, jealousy, arguments, yelling, astromech | 6072 words

Chapter 23: Guilt 🌶️

It’s been a long day, but it isn’t over yet.

E | light smut, makeouts, female masturbation, yelling, arguments, accusations of cheating, grief, hallucinations, panic attacks | 7721 words

Shower Fantasy

Chapter 24: Unfinished Business

There’s one last thing to take care of, then Echo has to make a difficult decision.

M | canon typical violence, electrocution, being shot, moderate description of injury, droid massacre, goodbyes | 5059 words

Chapter 25: Mechanic

Everyone takes a break, but problems never do.

M | prejudice, sexual harassment (not from the Batch), OC introduced, grief, Hunter kinda sees you topless | 9438 words

Shalka Myrr

Chapter 26: Ad Infinitum 🌶️

You finally catch Echo up on everything, then go for a drink with Crosshair.

E | trauma dumping, grief, ptsd, make outs, dry humping, alcohol, so much dialogue | 10,554 words

Chapter 27: Both 🌶️

An understanding is reached.

E | nightmares, mild smut, self consciousness, body dysphoria, love triangle, jealousy, alcohol | 4162 words

Chapter 28: Radiant 🌶️

You’re surprised to wake up between Echo and Crosshair, and you all work out some stress.

E | mild description of injury and wound care, smut (specifics in the actual post), exasperated Hunter trope | 6257 words

Chapter 29: The Veteran

You get into the library, then visit Kix, and Rex finds out about the ‘agreement’.

M | wound care, description of injury, implied sex (but there actually isn’t), painkillers | 7410 words

Chapter 30: Distraction 🌶️

Crosshair uses you and Echo to make a point to Tech, unbeknownst to any of you.

E | arguments, dry humping/outercourse, love bites, being walked in on, Star Trek reference, face slapping (again), ass-grabbing, claustrophobia, medical scenario, full-body submersion | 8400 words

Chapter 31: Premonition 🌶️

Fives has something to tell you, and so does Crosshair.

E | (nearly) drowning, CPR, blood, scars, body worship, nipple play, fingering, oral (F receiving), squirting | 5241 words

Chapter 32: Listening 🌶️

You fill Echo in on your near miss, then realize just how shaken by it Crosshair is.

E | drowning, nightmares, pet name (baby), makeouts, spanking, pussyjob, clit rubbing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, love bites, obedience kink, authority kink, praise kink, fingering, overstimulation, squirting | 5935 words

Chapter 33: Lies 🌶️

Unbeknownst to either of you, Crosshair was awake, and he heard everything.

E | angst, lying, confrontation, misunderstandings, yelling, implied spousal abuse (there is none), Force pushing, broken trust, storming out, declarations of love, love bites, oral (m receiving), overstimulation | 6661 words

Chapter 34: Upgrade 🌶️

Echo talks to Crosshair, you talk to Anakin, and you both see Shalka for the last time.

E | angst, handjobs, fingering, mutual oral sex (m and f receiving and giving)(69), exhibitionism/voyeurism, shouting, jealousy, public makeouts, punching, almost shooting someone | 9594 words

Chapter 35: Riddur (finale!)

All is right in the galaxy again as you both drift off to sleep.

E | proposal, handjobs, fingering (f receiving), squirting, PiV, body dysmorphia, Emotions, oral (giving and receiving), blowjobs, face sitting, vibrators | 6738 words

#same heart #master list #master post #good god this took me two hours on mobile #header by me

[rosiewritesstuff]

No Name

Part 4/4

Gladiolus X Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk.

Story based on Anon Request! See Part 1 for full details!

Thank you so much everyone for your continued patience with me and the continued love I get on this page! Life has been using me as a punching bag, and unfortunately it's only the beginning!

I am overjoyed and beyond thankful for the support. Seeing comments and likes towards my work throughout the day breathes life into my very heavy lungs. I appreciate all of you! I am still writing some pretty fun stories, so stay tuned! I am accepting requests, so if there is something you want to see, hit me up!

Anywho— here is the last and final piece of this story. It was a pleasure to write. I personally love the idea that Gladio's love interest is just as snippy as he can be on occasion. The testing of power. I totally think that Gladio would be smitten for a woman who tries his patience and isn't afraid to speak her mind. I think he'd gain something from not being treated like a celebrity!

I hope I did Gladio and Anon's request justice! Enjoy! -Rosie

Missed Something? Here are Parts 2 & 3

"Ignis, I need your help. Do you have a second?" Gladio stated, leaning against the Advisor's open office door. Ignis glanced up from the heap of paper work littered against his desk and open computer to throw a look of question at the Royal Shield.

It had been about two weeks since your last run in with Gladio, and the man had been waiting on you ever since. He found himself showing up at the training room during ungodly hours of the day, just to see you. And since you suddenly, without any warning signs, disappeared— he had begun to worry. Did you stumble across the wrong person while in the Royal Training Room? Did you end up getting hurt even despite your incredible fighting skills? He didn't show it on the exterior, but he felt anxiety spike whenever your face wasn't spitefully looking up at him.

The Royal Advisor flickered his gaze back to the covered desk, before shifting it to the shield once more. "I suppose I have a moment," Ignis' lilt heightened as he slouched back into his office chair. The shield huffed a breath of relief. "What is it that you need assistance with?"

"I need help finding someone," Gladio slid into the room, closing the door behind himself.

"You need my assistance with a mundane task such as that? Use the government website—"

"I would, but I forgot my password. Again," Gladio tried to mask the slight embarrassment he felt by crossing his thick biceps against his chest. "I attempted too many times and I am locked out. I have to go to the IT department to get everything reset. Look— that is beside the point. I need to find someone and you are the guy that I find most reliable."

Ignis tilted his head, fingers now intertwining within each other— he held them in front of his face. "Did they cause a problem? Does this need the attention of the authorities?" He sat up, eyeing the situation closer.

"No, I have been training with this individual and they have neglected to show up the past few times. She is a glaive. I wanted to see if she had been deployed and never told me." Gladio approached the desk Ignis sat behind— He leaned forward, palms resting flat on the desk on either side of the Advisor's laptop.

"She?" Ignis questioned, slouching back into the chair again, faint smirk painted onto his lips. "Is this one of your paramours?"

Gladio rolled his eyes, before focusing them back to Ignis. "Careful with your tone, Iggy. Your jealousy is showing."

"Hardly the case. Just shocked is all." Ignis sighed before reaching to type on the computer. He pulled up the website and went to the plug in that displayed the entire employee database. "What is her name?" Ignis asked, eyes not looking up from the glowing screen. Gladio swallowed thickly, big hand finding the back of his neck to scratch the base of his scalp.

"I don't know."

"You don't know her name?" Ignis' tone took on a slight mocking one, his sharp manicured eyebrows knotting with confusion. "Did you not ask her?"

"I have tried. She just… won't give it to me." It was true, he has asked. And if Ignis knew just how many times he had asked— He would have been floored. At least Gladio felt that way. In some sense, he supposed it made sense. You were skeptical of his intentions, figuring he was there to get you in trouble rather than let you slip by fully unscathed. It had been months of this however, and he figured you would pick up his jig at one point or another… He didn't expect you to just— stop showing up.

"Gladio, I figure I shouldn't have to break the news to you. Merely because it is you who has luck with the women.. But if she isn't giving you her name then she isn't interested in your advances." The smirk seemed to grow larger on Ignis' usual stoic face, green eyes firing with a playful and mocking glint.

"Sounds like you heard that a lot." Gladio quirked a challenging eyebrow back— spiteful gaze matching to the caliber of Ignis'. "Plus, it isn't like that. It is a complicated story. I just need to see if she's on the deployed list. That's all."

Ignis bowed his head at the slide as if to accept it and he looked back up. "I don't have access to that documentation."

"You don't? I thought we had access to those lists—"

"No, unless it directly effects the Prince and his whereabouts, we do not have access." Ignis relented while slouching back into his seat. "We would need a higher access to view all of that. If anything, you would need to discuss this with Noctis. He has the capabilities to see everything."

"So, I have to ask Noct."

"Essentially, yes." Ignis was ready to close the window on the computer before Gladio pressed forward. This was a problem.

He sighed with defeat, head falling limp. "I can't go to Noctis. You know that." He pushed himself off of Ignis' desk and rested his hands on his hips; Amber gaze now searching the room for any hidden answers. Gladio knew that Noctis would never let the big guy live it down for being "stood up" or "rejected" Even though that wasn't the case. "Don't you have all of Noctis' login information?" Gladiolus was no stranger to Noctis and his habits. It was known and a constant pressure point between the small knitted group, that Ignis did most of Noctis' work for him. Ignis occasionally played the role of Prince when the actual Prince struggled to do so. Of course when the time called for it. Having Noctis' login information only made sense… For two reasons.

So Ignis can check up on Noctis to make sure he is completing tasks that require his attention.

Noctis has more of a tendency to forget passwords and all of that information. One of them had to brandish responsibility and it might as well be the highly trained, dutiful Advisor.

Ignis once again cocked his head in confusion, now sitting up again in his chair. "Are you asking me to infiltrate the Prince's government profile so you can locate a woman who shows little to no interest in you— all in leu of protecting your pride?" Damn Ignis never did pull any punches.

"Yes. That is exactly what I am asking." The confidence was unyielding, and Gladio stood taller now.

"Very well." Ignis sat up and typed at the computer for a small length of time before slowly turning it to face the Shield. "Here is the list," Ignis deadpanned, elbows digging into the desktop. "Says they are touring the western most Cleigne border. In search for any notions of any enemy military upheaval. Appears they will be returning soon."

The Shield hunched over the laptop and scrolled downward using the mouse pad. He skimmed the pictures, searching for your most prominent features. He skimmed until he neared the bottom and saw your face. He could recognize that smile from anywhere, even though you only gave him such a look a couple of times. He swore he wouldn't forget it. His stomach tensed, eyes slowly moved from your face, to the name in boldface, starting with your last, comma, your first name. He grinned, "Gotcha," His voice fell hushed onto the desk in front of him while studying your name closely.

He felt like he won some sort of unsung battle— like you were a boss that had shown no weakness, but with ample research and many helpful individuals he unlocked your secret. He had finally, at long last, knew your name. Countless battles lead him here and he was satisfied.

"Let me see her," Ignis pried, eyes stretching to the computer. Gladio flipped it around again as if he were showing you off. "Pretty thing she is," He hummed, with a nod of approval.

"She is, and is quite a spit fire to go along with all that hot stuff. Do you have a piece of paper and a pen I can borrow?"

Ignis dug around for a moment, shuffling of papers and clanking of writing utensils seemed to fall on deaf ears— Gladio's intense amber eyes only focused onto you and your name. He mouthed it, repeating it with a whisper as if it were a secret that only he could know. Ignis slid a sticky note and a pen towards Gladio's palm that was pressed onto the desk once more.

"May I ask what you are writing down?"

"Just the information I need, don't you worry about it." It took no time at all for Gladio to scrawl your name and a few other bits of information about you, down on a bright yellow sticky note. He looked at his penmanship, your name written in a sloppy, all capital, print. He knew that only his eyes could read such a mess of words and lines. He smiled at the information, your name falling from his lips once more before standing straight. He peeled the note off of the pad and smiled at it. "Thanks Specs. I owe ya." The sticky end of the note stuck to his fingertips and he fluttered it as he turned to leave.

"I wish you luck, Gladiolus," Ignis slid the pad and pen back into their proper locations, catching the Shield's confident grin as he turned to shut the door.

"Thanks, Iggy."

You were exhausted. In fact, you felt that the word did little justice for the way you felt. Your eyes were heavy, their lids trying to droop shut— if it weren't for the sweltering van you were crammed into, you would have easily drifted into slumber.

You were on a routine surveillance mission that happened every so often. A group of glaives, selected by the Marshal and the General, were sent to scout different areas of Lucis— all in search for any suspicious movement of the Niflheim military. This was always randomized, and you almost figured it would be you. It had been a few months since you were sent out, and it was only a matter of time before you were called again to do your time. Many people called these trips, deployments— that was the more official term. You were deployed. And damn was it the worst.

There was nothing more damning then riding across the country, crammed into a small, poorly ventilated van; stuffed like sardines with 10 other glaives. Nothing drove you more crazy then crashing into your seat neighbors every time the driver hit a bump or pot hole. You swore at one point, the driver was doing it on purpose. That or the glaive next to you sensed your frustration and craved to piss you off further.

You were almost home, now trailing through the outskirts of Hammerhead; The last outpost until you reached the limits of Insomnia. From the gate, you calculated, you would be home in 40 minutes. You checked the clock on your phone and sighed heavily. 4:15. Your head hit the back of the seat, causing the glaive next to you glance down at you. You paid his strange stare no mind as you began to mentally wallow in your own misfortune.

It would take you two hours at the earliest to get back to the Citadel. You didn't even bother to factor in rush hour traffic. Your exhaustion seemed to overtake your frustration and you swore you would cry if it wasn't for the several witnesses crammed around you, trying to ignore each other.

Around a quarter after 8, you were finally shuffling out of the Citadel with your personal effects tugged over your shoulder. You decided, halfway home while crossing a busy street— Cooking was absolutely not an option for the evening. Your limbs wanted rest, your body wishing to finally crash onto your couch and watch the TV show you had been neglecting. Nothing can sedate your exhaustion and hunger like a bite of fast food. You took a long way home and stopped of at a fast food joint that you frequented.

With your bag of food in one hand, your personal effects slung over the other arm— you shuffled for your keys that seemed to find the deepest depths of your pants pocket. You turned the corner abruptly, finally pulling the keys from your pocket. It almost felt like they grew hands and were tugging on the hem in a fight to stay warm and secure. Your exhausted mind seemed to find that image hilarious, and you stifled your amusement with a sigh and a gentle shake of your head. You gazed down the hall towards your final destination, at long last— wait… what was that?

There on the doorstep was a vase, jutting out was a small assortment of flowers. "Huh?" You shook your head trying to clean your mind. You were looking at the wrong doorstep, you almost laughed. Who the hell would leave you flowers. You smiled at yourself as you moved to the door your apartment stood behind. You stopped at the welcome mat, your jaw going slack when you found that glass vase and flowers sitting at your feet.

Blinking, you checked the worn numbers on your apartment door. Yeah, that was your apartment. Eyebrows knotting together, you dumped your duffle bag onto the floor to your side and knelt in front of the vase. There was a note tied with a ribbon around the dip within the wall of the vase. With a gentle hand you pried the folded note open with your thumb. The note was written in a neat print, the author wrote in all capital letters which was a unique feature. You hadn't seen many people write like that.

Like a forensic scientist, you began to narrow out your options— who owned penmanship like that? Flittering through the Rolex within your mind, you began to make comparisons to everyone you knew. They had to meet three points of criteria:

They needed to know your address.

Legible handwriting.

Had a reason to buy you flowers.

Well, it couldn't have been anyone in the glaive, none of them had your address on hand. And it couldn't have been the date who stood you up almost a month ago— he didn't have that information either. Prompto? No— He had some half cursive half print handwriting that could hardly be understood. You have harped on him for writing in what you deemed to be the Prompto Language. He was never amused by your slide.

If it wasn't any of them… then who the hell..? You opted to forego the guessing game and decided to read what it said. Second way to know who made this mistake. You blinked a few times before starting at the left hand side of the folded note. It read:

"Glad to see your name wasn't in the paper. The Royal Training Room misses their delinquent. Hope to see you soon,—"

Your eyes stopped suddenly on the gentle way your name was written at the end of the final sentence. "Gladio?" You whispered, eyes intently reading the note for any missing clues. You looked at the vase of flowers, and began to shuffle them around for a listening device or something off the wall. "Flowers?" They were just… flowers? Heat struck your cheeks and carefully you unlocked your door and hoisted the vase up to your chest— duffle bag long forgotten in the hallway.

You turned on all the lights leading to the kitchen and rested your food on the table— it too, long forgotten. The bouquet of flowers looked lovely on your kitchen counter. He had picked a variety, but selected ones that seemed to compliment each other— in color as well as shape. Your eyes flickered back to the note clenched tightly in between your fingers.

You read it again, and again, and again; until your eyes began to spin. You tried to swallow, but your throat was entirely too dry. When the sudden shock seemed to subside, a warm smile graced your face. It sparked warmth that climbed your chest and began to ease your limbs and turn them to jelly. The urge to laugh cascaded over you, and with a bright smile, and completely smitten, you nearly floated to the hallway to get your long forgotten belongings.

Gladiolus Amicitia sent you flowers. That sentence didn't make a lick of sense, but everything else did. Your mind was swirling, and the only bit of information you could keep down was the echoing voice of Prompto: He has his reasons. My guess is… he probably enjoys your company.

The next morning, you found yourself nearly rushing to the kitchen hoping that the random gift wasn't a figment of your imagination— or some cruel dream that the gods had teased you with. But the arrangement stood proudly on your counter, note still dangling gently from the ribbon it was fastened to. Your smile widened further and quickly you gathered yourself together for another risky trip to the forbidden training room, despite it being your day off.

You stood taller, at least that's how you felt. At long last, you were smiled upon— your ugly streak of horrible relationships seemed to be behind you now; disappearing in the rearview mirror. You were confident, and flattered; floating on cloud nine as you rounded the corner to the familiar doors of the Royal Training room. With a practiced, swift maneuver, you tapped the key onto the metal receiver. You were rewarded with a satisfying click, signifying your allowance into the locked room. The metal handle of the door snapped as you shoved it open.

You were greeted with Gladio, perched on the bench with his red covered book in his hands. He looked up, amber eyes softening on your smile. "Let me guess," your smile widened as you spoke, watching as his full attention was now on you; Book long forgotten within his lap. "You tapped the flowers?"

He smiled at you while sliding the book into the side pocket in his bag. "Should I have?" He questioned, his eyebrow finding its way up his forehead in the usual way it would.

You couldn't fight the smile on your face. You felt like a love sick goofball. You shook your head, "Unless you want to hear about all of the other Training rooms I plan on infiltrating, then sure." He stood to his full height, grabbing his bag off of the floor.

"I knew I should have asked for some listening devices." He playfully jabbed. "What are you doing after training today?" He questioned, slinging his bag over his shoulder. A smirk lifted to your face as you looked out at the nearly vacant room.

Your eyes moved back to meet his. They held your gaze gently, softly, you felt the magma begin its high pressured course through your veins. Heat collected to your cheeks and spread quickly to your ears. Swallowing thickly you blinked and looked at the floor. "As far as I know, all I have planned is kicking the Royal Shield's ass."

His grin grew and he laughed, "Well after you kick the Royal Shield's ass, care to join him for dinner?"

You swore the world stopped for a moment— for longer then a moment. And there you sat in an empty room with no meaning, forgetting who you are, forgetting who he is— Your heart nearly hammering out of your chest.

"I would love to," You nearly whispered, the words getting lost in the thickness of your throat.

He tilted his head, eyes still holding yours. "Then it's a date," He spoke just as confidently as ever, his signature smile holding to his soft lips.

"Better not be a set up Mr. Amicitia. I will be livid," you hummed, trying to fight the giddy urge to dance around the room. You spent the energy walking to the locker room to change.

"I would never--" His sentence trailed off, but you caught the faint sound of your name slipping from his lips. the way the timbre of his voice seemed to extenuate the syllables of your name caused your legs to go weak; Heat like never before flooded your face, your body, your mind. You were clouded fully with giddy anticipation. And as you lost your casual clothes, and slipped into your work out outfit; you wondered why the hell you kept your name away from him.

You came to the conclusion that it was all part of the fun.

#ffxv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #gladiolus amiticia #gladio ffxv #gladiolus x reader #gladio x reader #reader insert #sassy reader #giddy reader #rosie writes

[knightyoomyoui]

KNIGHT'S COMMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!

Hey guys! Knight here. As all of you know, I’ve been teasing about my plans to do commissions before, and today it's time for me to finally announce that I am officially accepting Ko-Fi commissions for everyone who wants me to create a fic of their own idea, but this time it will be required with a payment. The reason I’ve been doing this is that I hit the point where I do indeed need to save up some income for my college life, and there's a bit of pressure that I’ve been getting from my parents, who want me to save up some money of my own. With that, I decided to use my hobby and interests as one of my sources of funds. I hope you guys understand my situation. My Ko-fi account: knightyoomyoui's Ko-fi Commissions - Ko-fi ❤️ Where creators get support from fans through donations, memberships, shop sales and more! The original 'Buy Me a Coffee' Page.

So, here’s what you’ll be expecting here in my commission:

WHAT I'M GOING TO WRITE: NOTE: 1.) I only accept pure one-shots, but I’ll consider inserting one smut part that won’t affect the entire plot. 2.) It could be Idol x M Reader, Idol x F Reader, Idol x Idol, or Member x Member. 3.) The plot could be fluff, angst, or both, and the concepts could be anything you want, such as fantasy, action, mystery, etc. SPEED FANFIC for ($15) = 2k–4k words (This should only have a light plot, with not too many situations going on—a quickie, to be exact.) NORMAL FANFIC for ($20) = 5k–7k words (The plot for this could be expanded, with more situations appearing in detail to either show the aftermath of what happened or a flashback to explain how the characters led themselves in that scenario.) HEAVY-DEPTH FANFIC ($30) = 8k–10k words (In this one, you can go all out. Bring every idea you have in that plot, and I’ll do my best to give it magic. Since this is long, you can freely give me a complete story to create, but make it as exact as you can.)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

For the smut, I don’t allow kinks that present body harm, watersport, foot-sucking, armpit licking, non-con, humiliation, other over the top kinks, or incest, especially for idols who are under 18.

No smut part for idols under 18.

HOW TO SUBMIT YOUR COMMISSION:

If you are interested, inform me first by contacting me through direct message in my account “knightyoomyoui” at Wattpad, Tumblr, and AO3. After I acknowledge your interest, you can submit to me the following: 1.) A picture of the idol(s) you want to feature 2.) Your username on Tumblr. Wattpad, and AO3. 3.) Tell the genre of your story (if smut, mention the kink you want specifically). 4.) the length  of your choice 5.) the plot of your story

OTHER THINGS TO REMEMBER:

I strictly DO NOT ALLOW REFUNDS

You can cancel only before I respond and bring ourselves to an agreement.

Expect that if you order SPEED, it will only take like less than a week to be finished, but for NORMAL and HEAVY DEPTH fanfics, it will take much longer, like more than a week but not exceeding up to a month. All of these will depend still in case I do find some struggle with my real-life stuff to prioritize first, so please understand and have some patience for me.

You should not be less than 18 years old to request your commission.

Everything that is going on with our transaction will remain between us. I respect privacy.

Please don’t submit another order when you still have a pending request for me to complete. I get it; it will provide me with more money, but I would appreciate it more if you could wait and be patient.

I want to express my gratitude to everyone who has been supporting me as an author. I may not be a great writer, but I can assure you that I’ve been doing everything I can to improve myself so that I can continue impressing and entertaining my readers and fellow K-Pop fans. I am actually overwhelmed that this hobby that I fell in love with has led me to gain the ability to use it as my strategy to earn income. I wish you all a wonderful day and thank you so much again for reading, especially for those who will have an interest in ordering!

#knightyoomyoui #koficommissions #kofi #kpopfanfic #kpoponeshots #kpopau

[candycandy00]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @scary-grace! This was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

18, though I’ve only posted a fraction of my BNHA stuff on there and there’s even some JJK stuff I haven’t posted there yet. 

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

217,870. And wow it took me way too long to find that lol. I didn’t even know about the Statistics page! 

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Currently, Jujutsu Kaisen and Boku no Hero Academia. I wrote for a ton of different fandoms back in my “previous era” I’ll call it lol. I wrote for One Piece, Naruto, Final Fantasy (mostly 7 and 12), Death Note, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Durarara!!, and lots of other things (almost all of it featuring non canon ships like Cloud x Yuffie and L x Misa). I’d like to try writing for Bungou Stray Dogs and Demon Slayer at some point. 

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Doll House (2,280)

Human (390)

The Offering (377)

How to Seduce a Gamer (300)

Little Miss Nobody (234)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! But sometimes if it’s a comment on an older chapter of something I might not or if I got several close together I miss a few and then I’m too embarrassed to go back and respond later. Or if they just comment with an emoticon, I’m not sure how to reply lol. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my current era, it’s definitely the Mr. Compress chapter of The Dark Carnival. I have other fics that end badly for Reader but this one felt very tragic to me. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Most of mine have pretty happy endings! 

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Current era, I occasionally get people complaining that certain Readers are wimpy or stupid or whatever. I even had one person on AO3 write out a huge wall of text about how one of my Reader characters was a Mary Sue (they simultaneously complained that she was too weak and useless in a fight but also too perfect). But I tend to shrug off those comments. Readers are supposed to be Mary Sues. They’re literally Reader/Writer self inserts! Part of the appeal of x Reader fanfiction is the fantasy of Reader being an idealized version of yourself. So yeah she can hang out with the League of Villains and be the only girl Dabi has ever liked, or she can be old high school buddies with Gojo and Geto and they’re both crazy about her. It’s all fantasy. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Yes! And I write pretty much all kinds that don’t involve my three “big no’s” (minors, animals, or scat/pee/vomit). 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

Not since I was a kid, writing Sailor Moon/DBZ crossovers lol. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not in my current era, not that I know of. In my previous era, I wrote a Gundam Wing fanfic that got really popular in the fandom and was ripped off twice. Not exactly copied word for word, but very close in both cases. They basically changed the wording around a bit but kept the entire plot the same (and it was a very unique AU with a big, sprawling plot). 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Like 20+ years ago a friend and I were co-writing a very fucked up DBZ fanfic together. It was actually pretty good, but it was unfortunately lost to time. I’d give anything to find it and be able to read it again, but she’s the one who was posting it and she deleted her account a few years later. 

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? 

I’m just gonna go with my current fave ships of my two main fandoms: BNHA (Spinneraki) and JJK (SatoSugu). 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

Probably The League of Villains Heroes. I love it dearly but it gets practically no notes so I have little motivation to keep working on it. 

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I’ve always felt like dialogue is my strong point. Probably because, until I was up into my 20’s, I rarely read actual books and almost exclusively read comics/manga (which tend to be dialogue heavy). I think I’m pretty decent with plotting as well. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

Descriptions! 😩 I am so bad at describing things. Or rather, I’m bad to just… not do it. I literally forget to. I’ve had friends read my work and be like “what does this place look like?” Or “what does that guy look like?” And I can see it all so clearly in my head that I forget readers can’t see it as well. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I sometimes toss in some honorifics just because it seems weird to have certain characters not use them. Other than that, I try to avoid throwing in random Japanese (the only other language I would even consider using, just because these are Japanese characters). I did have Sukuna say his famous “Gambare, gambare” line once but it’s just too iconic! 

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

First I wrote for: Sailor Moon. First I actually posted a fic online for: Dragon Ball Z. 

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

I’m going to pick one from each fandom, only among completed fics. 

BNHA: Trending Topics

JJK: The Offering

Tagging @missrosegold and any other writer friends who would like to do this!

[vasito-de-leche]

Welcome to my self-indulgent writing blog where I post whatever I want <3 I'm Mod Six, here are my other blogs!

@jabberwockprinceart (ARTBLOG ARCHIVE)

@jabberwockprince (MAIN BLOG)

@nobodies-png (KINGDOM HEARTS BLOG)

Art Commissions Info (CURRENTLY OPEN)

For rules, fandoms I write for and etc, etc read below--they will be updated from time to time as I see fit!

I won’t write : Matchups, anything regarding rape or explicit self-harm (ie: X reacting to the reader cutting). Explicit NSFW (ie: sex scenes, gore is fine)

I will write : Yandere, AUs, fluff, platonic and romantic interactions. Continuations of previous works, short scenarios, headcanons. In-depth analysis of characters. Basically free real estate, don’t hesitate to ask if you’re unsure about your prompt!

For Reader based requests, I’ll always use gender neutral pronouns and keep things as vague as possible. The only exception to this are LGTB+ prompts (ie : X comforting a dysphoric S/O. Y reacting to the reader coming out. Etc). Requests asking for general fem!Reader/male!Reader will be ignored.

Please, refrain from using characters from other media as reference when requesting a specific type of reader insert (ie: a reader who acts like Strategos Six from Ava’s Demon). I’m not in every fandom nor I know every character ever or what exact traits you’re hoping to see, so simply describe what you’re looking for! Don’t be afraid to send two asks if it gets too long. That helps me a lot when writing!

The max of characters per ask is 5 for now. When sending a prompt, please make sure not to mix fandoms, just so it’s easier for me to organize things. Thank you!

I don’t answer asks in a specific order, I just go for whatever catches my eye at the moment. This blog is entirely for fun, after all! Which means I also hold the right to delete and ignore any request for whatever reason

Here’s a list of fandoms I’m into that I write for! This is not an extensive list, so feel free to try your luck with other stuff, especially if you want AUs! I don’t write for Genshin Impact characters but I always like inserting different characters in the universe lmfao

These also serve as a directory to each fandom's masterlist!

Keep in mind, I tend to hyperfocus only on one fandom at a time until I lose interest.

ANIME/MANGA

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Osomatsu-san

Houseki no Kuni

Witch Hat Atelier

Beastars

GAMES

Pokemon (Sun/Moon. Sword/Shield)

Twisted Wonderland

Hades

OFF Mortis Ghost

The Arcana

No Straight Roads

FNAF / Security Breach

Reverse: 1999

TWEWY/NEO

Final Fantasy 15

MISC

Ava’s Demon

Todd Allison & Petunia Violet

Miraculous Ladybug

#rules #multifandom #headcanons #reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #avas demon #no straight roads #i still have to think of proper tags and masterlists but im to lazy nowwww

[silcoitus]

The Mad Scientist's Assistant - Chp 14

Full TMSA chapter masterlist

Previous Chapter: Chapter 13

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI 

Chapter Tags: Silco x Fem!Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, masturbation, vaginal fingering, blood, death,

Chapter word count: 5.1k

Chapter Beta Readers: @deny-the-issuee @purplefangirl42 (thank you, my loves!)

Total word count: 69k

Chapter 14—No Other Solution on AO3

Read Chapter 15 here!

A/N: It only took 14 chapters to finally have a little bit of smut lol Sorry it's not actually Silco. But fantasy Silco is quite good, too, yes?More angst! Telling you that now! It's gonna get worse before it can get better. But I do promise that it will get better for reader.

Taglist: @averagecrastinator @mazikomo @writingmysanity @insult-2-injury @constant-fragmentation @ariaud @jennrosefx @ins0mniac-whack @steponmesilco @wonderwoman292 @sherwood-forests @leave-me-alone-silco @givemebeansnow @aeryntheofficial @dreamyonahill @lostbunn @eurydicethesage @thepineapplesimp @whatisafandom @redflag666 @violet-19999 @juicboxd @sageandberries-png @you-never-talk @noposwe @delta-is-here @toripandashady @ruthdied @MedievalPersephone @ice-queen-of-music @tasmanianlorikisser @weirdhorrorenthusiast @cloudroomblog @dad-dumpster @jennithejester @witheringblooddemon

Join my taglist!

#silcoitus #silcoitus writing #the mad scientist's assistant #tmsa #chapter 14 #silco fanfic #silco x you #silco x reader #arcane silco #silco slowburn #singed #hextech

[nyxcaelum]

My Fanfics Masterpost

These will be sorted by length, and each by fandom underneath. They are all on AO3, I moved all my works to their archive.

I keep this list up to date as good as I can. In this case, all fics unless stated otherwise are written romantically, just to make it easier I use & instead of / for the Ships.

Works in Collections will not be listed each one by one, but instead can be found under the "Collection" tab.

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Rated 18+: All are Sherliam unless noted otherwise

Three Minutes in Heaven

The color of Depression - Albert & Mycroft

Sinful Indulgence

Desire, Flavor, Bliss

On Fire

General Audiences, Teen and Up:

Memories lost at Sea

Watching Fireworks together

Dancing in the Moonlight with you

Between Strawberry cake and coffee

Trigun

And we took the leap (explicit), Vash x Wolfwood

Love your next like you love your coffee, with or without milk and sugar. (CW: Incest) Plantwood /Vash x Wolfwood x Nai

Bungo Stray Dogs

Soukoku:

Kissing Strangers

Addictive Whispering

Oda & Ango:

A Promise of a lifetime

Sunshine & Pancakes

I´ve always liked you, you know

Hypnosis Mic

A heartfelt talk at dusk - Hitoya & Jakurai

Sugary sweet Sleepover time - Fling Posse Fluff

Drunken Confessions - Doppo & Hifumi

Persona

Signs of Love - Protag/Akira & Akechi

Arknights

Cold, cold, twisted hearts and an unusual proposition - Doctor & SilverAsh & Gnosis

Sk8 the Infinity

Usagi to Yuki - Reki & Langa

Prickly like Soda, Sweet like Juice - Reki & Langa - unfinished, probably will never finish it

Shall we Date? Obey me!

Maybe you´re the reason I can´t sleep - MC & Belphie Sleepy Fluff

Idolish 7

A Confession - Tsumugi & Gaku

Vanitas no Carte

Tarte Tatin, for my beloved - Vanitas & Noe

Fate Series

Under the Christmas Tree in NY - Saber & Gilgamesh (was a work for secret santa)

FMA

And do they? - Roy & Riza

Fairy Tail

A drop of Sake - Jellal & Erza

Tears of Themis

Curry together tastes better than having it alone - Rosa & Vyn

Sleeping Together - NuCarnival Fluff One Shots (All guys)

Tunas DOA & Hunting Dogs Crack One Shot collection

Tunas Genshin Reader Fics (Eng, Ger, and 18+ available separately inside)

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Oh woe me, my sick heart - Will & Sherlock

In solving Crimes, we find Love - Will & Sherlock

Tales of

The sun and the moon and the stars Mikleo & Sorey mainly

These are all basically German works.

Nur jeweils eine Fic:

When the Devil meets the Fox - BSD Soukoku

Empty Dreams - LoL SettPhel

-> LoL Novel lange Fanfic Collection

Cantarella - Arknights Doctor & SilverAsh

Blindfold of Love - Riza & Roy

Mein Servant und Ich - Fate Grand Order Misc. Geschichten

Rabenschwarz - Tekken Jin & Reader

The little Sweets - My Hero Academia - Ochako & Bakugo

In the name of Love! - Soul Eater - Blackstar & Tsubaki

At the end of a long escape - Resident Evil - Sherry & Jake

Grandiose Stadt - TEWY - OC & Joshua - freundschaftliches Ship

Der der die Sonne stahl - Noragami - Iki & Yato

Winterwunder und blaue Jeans - Miraculous Ladybug - Adrien & Marinette

Persona

Schwarzer Kaffee - Protag/Akira & Makoto

About the Pleasant Boy - Nur Goro Akechi

Tales of

Abends in der Taverne - Zaveid & Eizen

Memories of Brother - Eizen & Edna Drama

The tale of the time traveling Girl - OC/Autor Insert & Zaveid

Final Fantasy

Final Fantasy x Reader Short Stories - Collab mit Schwester , mit den 15. Protagonisten

Nacht des Kristalls - Generelles Abenteuer mit Luna, Noctis, Ignis in AU

#fanfiction masterpost #all my works sorted and listed #ao3 fanfic #sooo many fandoms #jesus christ man