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phntmeii · 9 months

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✰ Phntmeii's Headcanon Masterlist ✰

✰ You can request general ideas or characters you want to see more of or specific requests. (EX: 'Vinsome Sanji Fluff'. Or request 'Jon Snow x Wildling!Reader at the Wall headcanons'.)

✰ NSFW content will often be AFAB or GN for readers and often have a Dom!Character unless specified otherwise. (AMAB terms are unfamiliar to me so may not me fulfilled). Minors DNI. Will be blocked.

✰ I will only write for characters that I know to not provide too OOC content. Please refer to my current fixation list for fandoms that I'm apart of or the already listed fandoms I've done headcanons for!

✰ Headcanons/Requests may not be fulfilled in order! I will generally bounce around different lists based on my preference so it may take a bit to get around to certain characters!

✰ Regular Headcanon Lists generally range from 25-35 bullet points with sections that include characters' love languages. Compilation Headcanon Lists have a scenario listed with characters listed under a specific reaction.(Can be a simple sentence or two or a drabble for each character.)

REQUESTS: Working on current submitted requests!

✰ Current Fixations: Across the Spider-Verse, COD:MWII, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Live Action One Piece, Horror Slashers, Mortal Kombat 1

NSFW Headcanons are highlighted in RED. WIP Headcanons are highlighted in PINK. This list will be updated as time goes on with more characters and links directly to the posts. Compilation Headcanons with several characters are highlighted in PURPLE.

ASOIAF:

Aegon II Targaryen Aemond Targaryen Jaime Lannister [Kingslayer] Jaime Lannister [Redemption] Margaery Tyrell x Snow!Reader Robb Stark Sandor Clegane Sandor Clegane x Snow!Reader (20% Done)

ATSV:

Hobie Brown Miguel O’Hara Miles Morales Miles Morales x SelfHarming!Reader Miles Morales [E42]

One Piece Live Action:

Luffy w/ Breeding Kink OPLA Characters and Physical Touch OPLA Characters Makeout Sessions OPLA Characters “Only One Bed” Trope OPLA Characters "Only One Bed" Trope PT. 2 (Coming Soon) OPLA Characters x disabled!Reader Possessive!OPLA Characters x shy!Reader (Coming Soon)

Random things OPLA Characters would Do Roronoa Zoro w/ Breeding Kink Sanji Cooking w/ Reader (Coming Soon) Sanji w/ Breeding Kink Sanji x Reader w/ ED (Coming Soon) Sanji x shy!Reader (Coming Soon) Jealous!Sanji x Pirate!GN!Reader Straw Hat Crew when You’re Sick Usopp w/ Breeding Kink

Slashers:

Angela Baker Brahms Heelshire Bo Sinclair NSFW Alphabet Corey Cunningham Hannibal Lecter (Coming Soon) RZ!Michael Myers (Coming Soon) RZ!Michael Myers x Russian!SO Sinclair Twins [Artist!Reader + Bimbo!Reader] Slashers and Hanahaki Disease Slashers Thoughts on Having Kids Slashers x depressed!Reader (Coming Soon) Slashers x Fanfic Reading SO Slashers x Naive!Sunshine!SO Slashers x Shy!SO Slashers x StrictLatina!SO Slashers x Petite!Strong!SO Thomas Hewitt

HOTD Texts:

Aemond's Texts After Season 1 HOTD x SO!Reader: "Are You Cheating on Me?” HOTD x SO!Reader: "Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Team Green Incorrect Quotes

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

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emesesworlds · 5 months

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THERE'S A THIEF AMONG US

I think I speak for many people when I say, I DISPICE thieves.

I find it absolutely disgusting that there are people out there who steal.

Someone else worked hard for the things they have and there you are, a slimy disgusting bug, stealing it.

@yautjabeast this one is for you, sweetie.

Or should I say POPPYTANJI123 ?!

The poster (because you are not the writer, hun) of Yautja Imagines off of Tumblr

I noticed recently while I was reading Wattpad that a supposed number 1 book is a freaking REUPLOAD.

How absolutely disgusting.

51 chapters of pure stolen content.

51 chapters most of them NOT EVEN CREDITED.

But it doesn't matter, since I saw NONE of the authors gave permission.

THE BOOK SHOULD BE DELETED.

YOU reuploaded other people's works and then decided to take credit for it, take likes for it and views!

HOW DARE YOU.

In one of your Wattpad posts you even ADMIT that @mintymarabell has too many and you won't copy that! your words! COPY.

"Authors note"

You have balls... some kind of an "author" you are when none posted is actually yours!

People like you are the reason many amazing authors have stopped posting or deleted their blogs!

So many amazing works LOST. Because of people LIKE YOU.

DON'T DO THIS.

And if you are a follower/reader of the above-mentioned person find the actual writers and give them the credit. NOT the thieves.

And now, to credit all the authors like you are supposed to.

@thefoldedbird

@mintymarabell

@partofmycharm

@multific

After words:

If you like a post, you are not showing your support by stealing it and republishing it! You are doing the opposite.

You are harming their page by taking views and feedback from them.

This will NEVER BE OKAY.

And we, as readers have to stand up and do something about this kind of people!

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dreamsontheirway · 11 months

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Bait | Ch. 1 | S.R. x OC

Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she's faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: mentions of murder/the case Word Count: 1k

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"Look at you, so small and fragile... and your beautiful red hair," a deep, bellowing voice spoke.

Whimpers sounded in the dark in response to the low groaning of the male voice. The chopping of scissors sounded next, a sob erupting into the echoing chamber of the dingy underground cell.

"Oh magpie, I love you so much."

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Pulling her fiery auburn hair up into a tight ponytail, Willow Brooks entered the bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Her satchel bag was slung across her frame lazily as she trekked the short distance to her desk. As she placed her bag down at her feet, she couldn't help but let out a long yawn.

If there was one thing that Willow was, it was dedicated to her job. She loved being a profiler, sometimes too much. In fact, she had stayed up far too late the previous night completing files and prepping for the next day. She suffered from chronic anxiety, and sometimes the only way for her to feel safe was to over prepare herself for work. Everyone had their coping mechanism, but Willow wished hers allowed her to get more sleep.

"Tired?"

The voice of Spencer Reid chimed in her ears, and she turned to smile at him. She and Spencer had been together only a short time, but it felt so real for both of them.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Willow spoke, pushing stray hairs behind her ear.

Spencer’s brows furrowed as he looked at her with his big, brown eyes.

“How many times do I need to tell you the importance of getting enough sleep? In fact,” Spencer attempted to ramble before he was cut off.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

Spencer smiled lovingly at her in response to her apology. He recalled the day they had finally professed their love for each other. After months of innocent pining, all it took was a local officer hitting on her for Spencer to do something about their relationship. The officer had flirted with Willow throughout the entire case, and it culminated with him resting his hand on the small of her back. Spencer recalled the heated feeling that rose up his face upon seeing the interaction; one that quickly turned to rage when the officer's hand began roaming downward.

Willow had grabbed the officer's wrist, twisting it, and Spencer recalled his heart swelling with pride and admiration. Her actions didn't stop him from bolting over to her anyways, intent on giving the officer a piece of his mind. After the ordeal, and after Spencer apologizing to her on behalf of the entire male population, he had finally, and bashfully, admitted his feelings.

Back in the current moment, he reached out, pushing back the strands of auburn hair that had fallen in front of your face once again.

"I'm sorry, I just worry about you."

Willow smiled softly at him, her core filling with warmth at his sweet confession. The moment was short-lived, Agent Hotchner's voice filling the bullpen.

"We've got a case. Roundtable in 5." His rugged gaze traveled across the room before he turned and went back to his office.

"Shall we?" Spencer spoke, and grabbed Willow's bag from the floor.

She just chuckled and rolled her eyes before following him up the stairs. She had protested many times that Spencer did not need to carry her belongings every day, but her efforts were futile.

Garcia was already in the office, and prepping the materials for her presentation. Spencer and Willow took a seat at the opposite end of the roundtable, next to one another, as they often did. Soon enough, the rest of the team piled in and claimed their seats, pulling out notebooks and case files.

"Rough one today, heroes," Garcia spoke before muttering, "as always."

She pulled up a photo of a young woman on the overhead screen. Willow's chest constricted slightly at the sight. The woman bore a striking resemblance to herself; vibrant auburn hair and piercing green eyes. She let out a breathe she didn't realize she was holding before noticing Spencer's jaw clenched tightly beside her. She placed a light hand on his lower thigh to relax him.

"This is Hannah Rogers. She was taken on Monday night and found early this morning in Rochester, New York." Garcia spoke solemnly, stealing a glance at Willow and Spencer.

"It seems the unsub is only holding these women overnight, and their bodies are found the following morning. That means he is most likely dumping them in the very early morning hours." Hotch chimed in, and Garcia clicked to the next slide.

"There clearly seems to be an infatuated with the color of the victim's hair. A lock of hair has been missing from every crime scene, right behind the left ear."

Willow could hear Spencer exhale shakily at the sight of the next slide, showcasing what this unsub did to their victims. She rubbed his thigh again, hoping to ease some of his worry and remind him that she was right here, next to him. His hand traveled to hers, gripping it tightly.

The entire time Willow and Spencer had been dating, he had been extremely protective of her while on cases. They had not discussed it, but Willow could come to the conclusion that it stemmed from his trauma with Maeve. He never wanted her to be put in harm's way, so she could imagine that this case was especially hard for him.

"As you may have noticed, the victimology resembles our own Agent Brooks significantly. Because of this--" Hotch had started, before Spencer interrupted him.

"No." His voice was stern, angry. "I know what you're going to say, and absolutely not."

Hotch eyed him, unimpressed by Spencer's unprofessionalism.

"As I was saying, because of this, we would like to use that resemblance to our advantage. Agent Brooks, we would like to use you to get close to the unsub."

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A/N: Thanks for making it to the end! I'm trying something new here, with an original character. Please let me know what you think, and if you're interested in hearing more!

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cannot-be-cyn · 6 months

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i wish to see the kkoma yoo joonghyuks meet the kkoma kim dokjas…

#this is me wanting to read a multific about bastard kkomas kdj annoying the shit out of tsundere kkomas yjh #kkoma han sooyoung when tho #kkoma kim dokja #kkoma yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv spoilers #orv side story #omniscient reader

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intothemultifandom · 1 year

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Auld Lang Syne || Chapter One

Pairing: Han Gyeong-Su x Reader

Summary: Class 2-2's Vice President: VP.

In which the sensible Vice-President does their best to keep their little band of survivors alive.

Tags/Warnings: reader insert, character death, swearing, canon divergence, pre-relationship, angst + more

Chapter One

Harabeoji lays on the hospital bed, unaware that the world continues without him.

You're his only visitor today. The room is cold, and his heart monitor fills the silence since you won't.

You don't know what to say, where to start.

Do you tell him that he needs to wake up? That since he fell sick, your step-grandmother used his coma as an opportunity to move everyone from your family home (sans yourself) and that her son, your half-uncle and proxy, is already making deals to have the line of succession passed to him instead?

Seoul is too far from Hyosan for you to visit him, to remind him to keep fighting and to keep vigil at his bedside, but they moved his treatment here anyway. Have already brought themselves a sky-line apartment right in the centre.

If you told him that they've left you alone, that they've left you behind, would that be enough to wake him up?

On your lap, you've brought a collection of Western comic books you've been reading to practise your English and since you need to fill the quiet somehow, you pick one out to read:

The Walking Dead, it says.

If Harabeoji finds your pick distasteful, he doesn't say.

(You wish he would).

In a class-room setting, the Vice-President is meant to ensure that there is strong communication between the Class Reps and the President. When the President is absent, it is up to them to act in their stead. To lead the class through ever-changing situations with a clear head and mature outlook.

At times, you enjoy being responsible for such tasks. The position gives you a sense of purpose on days when you feel set adrift, makes you feel more present as you tend to your responsibilities and resolve minor conflicts. Those are the days you feel like an ordinary student, responsible only for the happenings of your class.

Other times however, it's a bitter reminder. Of Harabeoji who's counting on you to do good, of the dynasty you're set to inherit in his name and of the interests you've had to sacrifice in favour of activities more appealing for Universities overseas. Like being Vice-President.

Joon-Yeong insists you should have been Class President when the positions are first announced. It's unfair Nam-Ra gets the position because of her Mother's bribery when you're not only first in class but have given up more to commit to your school's night self-learning programme and your new role.

He says it with an air of indifference as he crosses his arms, but his eyes burn behind his glasses. You think it's because losing the Presidency to a friend will make the loss hurt a little less, and because it would excuse you from not hanging out with him and the others as much as you used to.

You don't point it out to him, though. Joon-Yeong has to come to his own conclusion for things to stick. Instead, you make a show of pointing your finger right at his nose as you order him–and the others watching–to call you "VP" henceforth.

It's not much, but if you show that you're not upset with the position you're given then your friends have no grounds to be angry on your behalf. You just hope that overtime, they'll come around about the Class President you do have in the meantime.

You did in the end, hadn't you?

Speaking of your Class President, Nam-Ra always complains about the music playing on your headphones whenever she slides into her seat next to you, but it doesn't stop her from leaning over your textbook to assess your work.

You respond by turning your volume all the way up so the melody of Auld Lang Syne rattles your ears, mouth curling when she nods begrudgingly at your answers.

There isn't much she'll find to begin with, but it's routine; Nam-ra grumbles about your music in the morning as she looks over your work (way better than her rhythm techno beats, mind you), and you pretend this isn't her odd way of showing her friendship.

Silently, you offer her a piece of Poki from your half-opened bag, your own show of friendship, and she accepts the treat after a long, drawn out moment. Even though she doesn't say anything, you can see her face soften in the corner of your eye, and beyond the obvious, you're glad that she's not actually mad about your song choice for today.

"Wake me up when Ms. Park comes," you say after a moment, falling into your normal position as you cross your arms over your textbook, cushioning your head as you close your eyes. Nam-ra predictably grumbles at your command, but doesn't make a move to disturb you.

And drifting off, you hope that today is another calm day.

It's not.

Hyeon-Ju's bloodied entrance is too shocking for the day to be anything but calm.

Even when she's whisked away by Ms. Park, Su-Hyeok and a few others to the infirmary, the shock gives way to unease and the feeling settles under your skin before you can do anything about it. It makes you itch to do something, anything.

Ms. Park instructs you all to resume studying but hearing what Hyeon-Ju said and seeing her state in general, more than half the class group together to brainstorm what happened between your classmate and Mr. Lee.

Nam-Ra seems to be the only one actually studying and while it looks like you are too, with all your pens laid out and your head tilted down to your book, you're actually listening in on the chatter around you. Pulling out your stationary was just a show of solidarity, if anything.

From what you gather, no one seems to say anything that corroborates your unease or the sense of foreboding that's taken root. Dae-Su's idea is perverse, Wu-Jin is quick to slap him on the back of his head, and I-Sak returns with a troubled face before the others can chime in.

At once, everyone turns their attention towards her, even Nam-Ra, but the weight of someone's stare grows heavy on the side of your face so you turn to other side of the room instead, catching Gyeong-Su's gaze just as he snaps his head back to I-Sak.

You're sure he knows you caught him staring at you because the tips of his ears are pink, and his posture is rigid as he faces the front. If you weren't feeling so agitated, your skin still itching, you'd smile at his embarrassment.

How long will he wait before he confesses?

"–What happened? Is Hyeon-Ju okay?" Wu-Jin chimes. He kneels next to I-Sak when he asks, and you begin tapping your finger on your desk when she speaks, pulled back to the matter at hand.

When you saw Hyeon-Ju last, the poor girl was delirious as she stumbled into the room, eyes fluttering as she tried to stay awake. Her face was bloodied, her hair was matted and when she collapsed by Ms. Parks' feet, she could could barely move.

However, the Hyeon-Ju I-Sak left in the infirmary sounds like a completely different person.

Having to be restrained as she thrashed on the bed. Hissing. Biting.

She scratched Ms. Kim, I-Sak says.

There's a cold sweat running down the back of your neck the more you imagine it, different scenarios flitting through your head in quick succession, but when I-Sak mentions some weird shot Mr. Lee injected her with, the agitation you feel reaches a crescendo.

You stop tapping, deciding that you need to see things yourself.

Nam-Ra glances at you from the corner of her eye, and you hope the look you flash her doesn't belie your nerves.

It turns out though that the Class President must consider you more of a friend than you realised (the kind of friend that you cover for), because her mouth twists like she knows you're up to something but doesn't push.

"I'll find a mop to clean up the mess," you lie, grabbing your bag.

"Hurry back," is Nam-Ra's cool reply.

This is a multi-fic story.

I intend to post this story on Wattpad and Ao3 shortly. Maybe even Quotev and FF.net, too.

#all of us are dead #aouad #all of us are dead fic #aouad fic #kdrama #netflix #han gyeong su #han gyeong su x reader #aouad x reader #multific #choi nam ra #lee cheong san #su hyeok #on jo #oh joon yeong #dae su #wu jin #auld lang syne #auld lang syne fic

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natasharomanoffismywife · 2 years

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2 Widows, 1 Witch & 1 Boring Avenger- Chapter 1

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Hello Hello everyone! It’s been a while but i’ve got a new series for you all! This is set directly after Black Widow but Civil War never happened so the Avengers are all one big happy family and Yelena stays with Natasha! Let me know how you like it and if you want to be apart of my tag list!

Word Count- 1714

Y/n POV

“We are coming into land should be about 5 minutes, make sure there is no medical there we shall go to medical later. Thank you Steve.” I say quietly into the comms link on our quintet, Nat and I took ourselves off on a mission to take down to the Red Room and we have come back with an extra passenger.

I feel a warm hand come to rest on my shoulder before I see a battered and worn out Natasha come to sit in the co pilot seat next to me, I give my love a small smile before grasping her hand. I can see how much stress this impromto mission has caused her, knowing the high amount guilt she is feeling all because of the young blonde girl who is asleep behind us is coursing through her veins.

“I’ve told Steve to keep medical away until we decide to go, so we should have some quiet to settle Yelena in” I speak to my partner, she smiles softly at me but she still has a far away look in those enchanting eyes.

“I left her there, I let you and Clint take me away but I didn’t come back for her. I left my little sister” Natasha’s voice cracks slightly as she speaks, a small tear escapes her making me gently reach up to wipe the tear away making her gently lean into my touch.

“It’s not your fault Nat, that place is pure evil and you couldn’t be certain that she was dead. You had a chance to rescue yourself and you took it, anyone would’ve done the same thing and that’s why Yelena doesn’t blame you. You saved her when it mattered in the end.” Natasha gently nods at my words, smiling at me with a grateful look on her face, she leans her head on my shoulder as I begin to descend on to the compound.

I land with no problems and I turn off the engines before I follow Nat to wake Yelena, when Natasha gently shook her awake the blonde flinched massively and her green eyes franticly looks around the surroundings before she lands on myself and her sister. You can see her whole body un tense when she finally regains her bearings.

“We’ve just arrived, come on follow Nat I’ve got your bag” I softly say earning a nod from the blonde, walking behind the pair with the bags slung across my body. Yelena tucking herself into Natasha’s side as we walk into the big compound, surprised to see no one waiting for us since we never told them to stay away.

“Ok so here we are, this is mine and Nat’s room but you can stay in here until you feel comfortable enough to use your own room, I’m going to leave you two to it and sleep in another room. We will go to medical tomorrow after we all get some much needed sleep” I explain to Yelena as I see Natasha has already started to take off her dirty, blooded suit, I go to move out out of the door but I am stopped by a small voice with a thick Russian accent.

“Stay, Talia can’t seem to move without groaning so I’d feel safer having someone else here too. Please stay” shocked I turn to look at a timid looking Yelena who is avoiding eye contact with me and an equally shocked Natasha with a hint of a smile on that face, I shake myself out of my shock as I put on a measuring smile walking towards to the bed and start undressing myself.

“God my bloody back is killing me, who’s idea was it to blow us up in the sky?” I ask teasingly towards my girlfriend, she shakes her head and punches me in the arm hard making Yelena snicker at us both.

“Get into bed L/n or so help me god” Natasha trails off as she glares at me, I throw my hands up in mock surrender before I get into the bed with Yelena stuffed in-between us. Friday turns the lights off and I pass out straight away, feeling safe for the first time in the past week now we are back home.

I am awoken by a sharp kick to my injured side making me let out a groan of discomfort, the kick intensives making my eyes snap open turning around to see Natasha trying to wake her sister from a rather distressing nightmare.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry! I want Tasha!” Yelena pleads in her dream, I look at Nat to see tears filling her eyes as she looks helpless so I take charge and I pick up the blonde girl and I cradle her close to my chest.

“You are in the Avengers compound with myself and Nat, you are safe Yelena. Wake up and come back to us” I chant out loudly to the sobbing blonde in my arms, Yelena clings to my body as I rock her back and forth.

Natasha has pulled herself together and is now sat next to me running her fingers through the blonde hair, not long after her sobs stop and Yelena’s eyes fly open. I feel Yelena tense once she notices that I am the one holding her so I gently pass her over to Natasha, who quickly pulls her to her chest pressing kisses to the forehead of her little sister.

“It’s ok sestra, you are safe with me now” Natasha coos out to Yelena as she rocks back and forth, I quietly leave the room and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for Yelena. As I begin to fill up a glass a small sound in the kitchen alerts me to a new presence, instantly smiling when I see the red glow in darkness. Wanda.

“Hey Wands, I was expecting you to meet us when we got off the jet” I say kindly to the strawberry blonde witch in front of me, she shrugs with a smile as she steps up to me.

“Steve told us about what has happened, he said it would best for us to give you all space this evening” She softly says as she grabs her own glass of water, I raise my brow at her in jest.

“Since when do you listen to Steve witchy?” I tease her, Wanda like Yelena is a troubled 24 year old who has been through more shit than anyone should ever have to go through. I think that’s why myself and Natasha took her under our wing, why we became a small family inside this bigger family.

“Is she ok? I know how daunting it can be coming into a safe space after a world of shit” Wanda softly asks me, I smile sadly at her as I bring her in for a hug. That was one the big reasons why we all love Wanda, no matter how bad people have treated her she will always have such a giant heart.

“She’s ok, she’s got a lot to deal with but with us with her she’ll get through it. Just like you did sweetheart” she smiles softly at me when I say that and with a kiss to the crown of her head I bid farewell, taking the glass of water back into mine and Tasha’s room.

Yelena has stopped crying and instead is laid in Natasha’s arms taking deep breaths to calm down, I quietly walk over to the pair and I kneel down in front of the pair handing out the glass of water to the young blonde. With shaking hands she takes the glass and groans in relief as the cold water soothes her sore throat, Natasha gives me a thankful smile before returning her attention back to her sister.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to kick out at you.” Yelena softly whispers out into the room, I give her a soft smile before shaking my head.

“No you have nothing to be sorry for, besides Nat here once broke my jaw during a nightmare. Isn’t that right babe?” I say to the redhead, who nods through a wince at the horrible memory.

“Yeah she’s right, I was dreaming about a particularly bad day in the Red Room. She held me in her arms but I panicked, not noticing that it was her I lashed out and broke her jaw. Didn’t stop her from comforting me though, she refused to let go of me until she knew I was 100% out of my dream. She won’t let a little kick in the side piss her off Yel” Natasha tells her sister as she leans into my side, I press a kiss to the crown of her head and I cheer internally when I see a gentle smile fall upon the blonde’s face.

“See! You can break my jaw and I wouldn’t care… just please try not to do that” I joke happy to hear a small chuckle break out of Yelena and of course Natasha.

I groan in pain slightly as I rise from my crouching position, my back is killing me from diving through the sky after Yelena. I had caught it on some flying debris and I’m pretty sure my back is still bleeding a bit from it, something that I had tried to cover from my girlfriend. At the sound of my groan Natasha quickly rolls up my shirt and letting out a soft tut as she sees the blooded bandage.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was still bleeding?” Natasha softly chastises me, I hear Yelena laugh slightly at the scene playing out in front of her but I could see the guilt in her eyes as she knew my injury came from saving her.

“Ahh it’s alright, just a scratch.” I say turning to look at my worried love, I give a look indicating to let it go for Yelena’s sake and thankfully she does just that.

She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips before moving back into bed with Yelena. I get into bed with them and with a kiss goodnight from Tasha we all fall back asleep, this time with no more rude awakenings.

#2 widows 1 witch & 1 boring avenger #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x yelena belova #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #avengers fanfiction #chapter 1 #multific

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ashesbreadandbutter · 1 month

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Douma + Claude x Fem! Reader Snippet || One's True Nature

So I spun a wheel for a cross fic type of thing. Did it a couple times so if you want to read the others follow and follow my progress.

Anyway, the two characters are obviously Claude Faustus (Black Butler) and Lord Douma (Demon Slayer). I'm having fun with this already.

Think I'll add cross fics to my commission list.

Douma + Claude x Reader

What it'll include: Spanking, biting, marking, breeding, dom and sub, choking and maybe a few others.

Goal : 10k words

It's been many long years.

Many years since he was first beaten, destroyed by an archenemies who he had spent so much time on for such a silly reason. Said reason being some brat's soul because who was he without as the creature that he is.

Claude lurks in the shadows. His form is different now from his previous life though not vastly so. He's of a toned build, with smooth, pearly white skin except for his hands and feet which were made up of claws. His body isn't the only thing that has changed but so has his location.

These weren't the streets of London, lanterns and art lingered in every which was like a colorful dream as humans below seemed to have a celebration of sorts; drinking alcohol, laughing, and whatever else.

To be fair, Claude has a hate for it. The loud noises, the colors, but ever since he's come back he's been struggling with a deep hunger, one that he hadn't been forced to deal with previously when he was in Europe, one that seems to lure him into more primal needs and sensations.

It's annoying, the way that he's never been allowed to show this side of himself, to express his hunger like this… when he had been practically trapped in his last deal. He remembers the days, serving that young brat day in and day out and even with how hungry he was he was forced to stay in control, to tame his needs, just for him to lose control in the end anyway.

Claude could admit that he didn't regret it, crushing that boy's… Alois’s, head in his strong hands until it seemed to pop like a grape and spill blood all over him.

Even with how calm Claude presented in many cases back then of course he still had his emotions and when it came to Alois all he could do was feel annoyance, dread, anger… and Claude had put up with it until he simply couldn't. He could also admit that he paid the price, going against his arch enemy… Sebastian, even going out of his way to try and steal the other's demon's prey. His death… as humbling as it was to say, was one that was bound to happen and maybe Claude had done all of that just to end the suffering. As demons as he and others could do was live as they are and with Alois Claude had been needy, starved. What else was he to do but to go after what he could which has been that stupid, idiotic boy… though, here… it seemed different.

Very different.

Claude could smell the scents in the air, he's not as strong as he used to be but he seems now that he has the potential to do so now and such much more.

He was… free. And freedom has never tasted better.

There's so much food around but as the creature he is, the last thing he wants is a corn dog or poe of some sort… he wants blood, meat… and a lot of it.

One scent in particular seems to jump out at him suddenly and Claude doesn't hesitate to snap his gaze over in the same direction as if to follow such a smell. It's fruity, sweet,... Tempting and Claude feels a rush of heat run through him when he locates the owner.

She's beautiful, as soft and sweet as she looks and dressed in sine silks. Claude hadn't cared much about the history of this place previously, the scenery, the festivals, the fashion trends but the second his eyes landed on her they stuck. She seems to order herself a snack and as Claude stands from his squat and decides to silently get closer Claude can't help but admire her. It's her sweet face, his soft skin, her feminine figure and if Claude was human his heart would be rushing.

He is a demon again yes but never had he felt like this and if he had it must've been a feeling that had become long forgotten to him. Never once had he felt quite as… warm and hot like this over some random human woman and he isn't exactly sure what it is that makes him feel so drawn to her but it has him feeling like he was having a hard time keeping control of himself.

It's interesting how difficult this new life of his was, how different it was from his old one. Never once had he felt a craving like this, with Alois, or even Ciel… it's like he quite literally wants to jump down there and tackle her to the ground, jump on her as if he was some sort of leopard, an animal, a beast and she… some sort of deer, prey. Outside of his rebirth he doesn't know anything about this new life he's been giving but what he does know is that suddenly he feels… hot. He wants this woman and while he still isn't sure what for he's confident in his choice.

He needed to get closer, if not to know this woman than to touch her… caress her skin with both his hands and his lips and maybe he'd proceed by… keeping her, like some cute little pet at his side. Maybe if she agreed to stay by him and at his side he wouldn't kill her immediately.

She walks along the streets and he follows like a lingering shadow as he tries to think about the best way to go about this. As she now sits at a bench by herself he settles on the building just behind her, looking down on her with bright eyes. He's still thinking and it's only when his eyes snap aside and land on an approaching figure that Claude feels like he has in fact wasted to much time.

Whoever this guest was he was tall, broad and Claude could admit that the man's physical appearance was rather… impressive, distracting even. He wears a kimono just as everyone else has and even with such clean and gentle looking garbs Claude can practically smell how strong this male is. It's intimidating and Claude had come to an understanding that in this life demons in fact had ranks. Of course they always had but this was so different, so new and even though another other demon would have probably scurried away, Claude lingered even with the rush of tingles he feels race up his spine.

He proceeds by watching the two, the only prominent features he's kept from his last life was his bright golden eyes which now watched the two figures. The male greets her, bowing his head to the woman before reaching out to take her hand and with a little giggle she gives it to him after her flashes a charming smile. Claude suddenly feels a bit more… annoyed, his eyes narrowing slightly at the scene because though he knows nothing about either one of these two and probably couldn't care less to do so but something about this guest… this man was reminding him of…

Sebastian.

It's only then that her laughs rings through the air and Claude clears his mind to focus again only to look down and freeze when bright eyes are looking back up to him.

A second passes where they stare at each other for a moment and then something seems to burst within Claude's chest. He holds the other demons gaze and the rush of emotion he feels makes him feel both ignited and frantic, as if that the moment their eyes connected with each other had been a deal of some sort all on its own.

Claude reels back before he can help himself, jerking back and blinking owlishly. There's a rushing in his chest that makes him reach a shaky hand up and clutch his heart.

Now. What the fuck was that?

Claude wasn't sure at all but after a moment of silence he finds himself wanting… more.

It's like something had woke up in him, jerking awake in fury and Claude was s man who would sit here and lie and say that a man couldn't possibly win his heart but the way his was racing in his chest suddenly made him feel many, many things.

“Do you…happen to come here often?” A smooth and charming voice suddenly rings out over the sea of others and something tells Claude he shouldn't and yet… he decides to peak back over the length and as he thought, the man was now speaking. He looks at the woman with a fond smile, reaching out a hand to her and she giggles softly as she does so, humming as he seems to raise her hand to his lips and lightly brush his soft lips over her knuckles. “I'll admit that I haven't seen you around here much.” He continues and she hums.

“What's your name pretty? I must know it so I never forget.” He continues as she smiles.

“Y/n. You can just call me y/n.” She answers him and her voice is so soft, so smooth and Claude finds himself leaning in to hear more of it as if he couldn't get enough. The man makes a noise of acknowledgement while Claude personally saves such into in his head and as the man moves to sit beside her, his hip pressing against her own, he finally responds with his own name.

“You may call me Douma-Sama. Everyone calls me it.” Douma chuckles but something about it sends a shiver running up Claude's spine when he hears it as if the man's name was a curse all on its own. Not only that but… their eyes connected again, his and Douma 's as the other demon looks from the wan to him from the corner of his eyes.

Douma-Sama.

It was an interesting name, Claude could give him that but something about the way the man had said it, practically purring it out but each syllable and everything was enough to make Claude's cheeks feel…warm.

Claude reaches a hand up to inspect his face and soon comes to the realization that he was lightly blushing. His cheeks a light pink and he's spooked into silence, even when he and Sebastian battled as much as they did in his previous life never had Claude allowed himself to blush this easily with the man even when that's what Sebastian clearly wanted out of him. He had always waited until he could get alone where he could be stuck with his thoughts all of his own for as long as needed, and maybe he had many, many fantasies and ones he tended to act up on and wasn't exactly sure what it was but just as Sebastian had, this demon… Douma-Sama, had managed to piqued Claude's interest.

TBC~

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isekyaaa · 1 year

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Tbh the reason why I even considered writing Genshin fics is because I wanted to write for characters like Chongyun, Xingqiu, and Bennett. They're all very interesting characters with a lot of potential

#rambles #fic ideas #self #the hard thing is that despite there being many young male model characters those three are seen as especially young #i didn't want to be judged #i had full chongyun x reader and xingqiu x reader fics planned out #and a bennett x reader twoshot #i still will write the bennett one someday though #my first planned out fic was with xingqiu though #xingqiu chongyun and albedo all had multific plans #one day #xingqiu is a prodigy which gives a lot of conflict potential #chongyun will never be able to truly demonstrate his love for someone without his yang energy going wild #albedo is albedo #benny has so much angst potential #and all are easy characters to write

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All Good Things- Chapter 3

Long time no see! I don’t know if anybody is still here, that’s okay, I know its been over a year. I finally felt like writing a little more and continue this fic- enjoy? Feedback is always appreciated!

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The revelation of her crush on the oldest Weasley twin weighed heavy on Y/N’s mind. The thought of her friends, all of her friends, finding out was beyond horrifying. As was the visualization of him possibly rejecting her- she couldn’t bare it. So, she didn’t. From that moment on she swore it would never get in the way of their friendships and would never act on her crush… unprompted at least.

Fortunately for her, school kept the girl so busy that her crush could hardly stand in the way of her responsibilities. Fourth year meant preparing for O.W.L.S next year, and their teachers were unrelenting. Many nights she stayed in the library, not only doing her work but also helping Neville with his schoolwork. Magic, it seemed, was not coming easy to the boy and it was beyond devasting for the poor lad. She called him a late bloomer, he called himself a squib. Their arguments could go back and forth for hours. Eventually she discovered that Neville’s round face would light up talking about Herbology. He could go on for hours about the different plants and their functions, and sometimes after a lesson would retell it. Y/N let him, even though she had heard this lecture two years before, as it was interesting- and he was so excited.

Of course- such heartwarming or pleasant topics came to a screeching halt at Halloween. The Chamber of Secrets had been opened, and member of the castle were attacked. Their safety felt like it had been ripped away, the very real threat of one of their friends being killed weighed heavy. Fred and George tried, as they always do, to make things lighter with their comedic commentary. It didn’t work all the time. Poor Harry Potter was even further outcasted than before, and Y/N didn’t know how students could even think that a 12 year old boy would want to murder people. Neville seemed to believe Harry anyway, so that was good enough for Y/N.

One night, with the dormitories emptying out due to the late hour, the usual group of fourth years laid around. Not saying much, thinking too hard. They all had contemplated the suspects of who could be the heir of Slytherin, nobody daring to mention Harry’s name, and several offering Draco Malfoy’s instead.

“He’s got to be it. Little creep called Hermione a mudblood,” George stated, anger crossing his features making his face almost the color of his fiery hair. Undoubtedly remembering the fight that broke out between him and Malfoy.

“Plus his family, the whole lot was in Slytherin,” Fred added, twirling his wand between long fingers.

Y/N straighten from her spot on the floor, angling herself to face the twins better as they were sitting on one of the couches in the common room.

“Good points- But he is only a second year, how could HE be the one to figure out how to open the bloody thing after all this time, and don’t you think he’s been a little bold about the whole thing? It’s too obvious.” Y/N offered an open question to the group.

Angelina nodded in agreement, her chin resting on her folded hands. Alicia looked away thoughtfully and yawned. With a sigh Fred stretched his arms out wide and said,

“I think you’re right Y/N.”

The affirmation from him made Y/N glow on the inside, even as morbid as the subject was. A sudden thud broke the comfortable quiet of the group, Alicia had fallen asleep and slipped from her upright position against the sofa and onto the stone floor. A booming laugh erupted from the fourth years, with Alicia joining in when she realized what happened. They quickly went to their respective beds for the night. The warm and familiar feeling was too good to last.

The night that Ginny Weasley was taken into the Chamber of Secrets was one of the most frightening nights of the young wizards lives. The fourth year Gryffindor girls huddled together in the common room, crying quietly as they thought about the fate of the youngest Weasley, for their best friends losing their sister, and fear what was to happen next. It didn’t take long for anybody to notice that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were nowhere to be found, chaos ensued. Neville shakily found his way next to Y/N, crying for his friends and shaking like a leaf. It was a long night- but, emerging out of the depths of the school the following morning came the best whirlwind of news. Ginny, Harry, Ron and Professor Lockhart all were safe and sound, having escaped the Chamber. Rumors abounded, how they escaped, the battle that was fought, others dismissing it completely. Y/N was just happy to have the younger Gryffindor’s back, to see the relief on the Weasley’s faces, and hope for a better year to come… it could hardly be worse- right?

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multific · 6 months

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Love In Oil Colours

Chapter 7: Tormenting Dreams

Astarion x Fem!Reader

Summary: You just wanted to see the paintings. To see what new exhibits there were. You never expected for a simple oil painting to reveal so much about you and your past.

It felt as if the world was against you.

Wherever you went, whatever you did.

People always found you.

Even when you moved to the most isolated place, someone always found you.

You built this place. Made it a home and yet you were afraid to leave your house.

Because when you did. Someone was there. Watching you with wide eyes as he stood there frozen by the gates to your garden.

"Witch." he whispered and you felt a shiver ran down your spine.

"Get inside." Astarion said as the man began to run.

You turned away as you knew what would happen now, your husband will hunt him, more men would come and you will be forced to move again.

You loved this house. You wanted to stay but you knew you couldn't.

"It is simply torture. Does no place exist where we could live together peacefully?" he asked and you smiled at him.

"Maybe afterlife?"

"I'm not ready to do that. You are far too young my love. You need to live and explore. See the world."

"I only wish to see you."

"It would be wrong of me to."

"I wish nothing but to be with you. You must know that."

"I do. I refuse to turn you into the monster that I am. And I also refuse for you to die. What would I do without you?"

You ran your hand down his face, offering him a smile as an answer then a kiss.

"This world is not made for us. But I love you too deeply to lose you, Astarion."

Your selfish love would be the end of you.

But you didn't care.

You were truly going mad.

It got to the point where now even during work you were only researching the painting and the painter. It got to a point where your boss told you that you need to keep your performance up or you will have issues.

But the worst of all, you didn’t care.

This mystery was consuming you alive.

You needed to know more.

You were slightly convinced your dreams weren’t even dreams. But if they were memories, could they be your ancestor's memories? Or your own?

No. That would be impossible.

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aureatchi · 2 months

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aureatchi’s annual angst era begins

#₊˚ ಇ reverie rambles #LMAO blame tbhk latest chapter & bsd tmrw #i have a multific & a fyodor fic !!#so get ready :’)

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dreamsontheirway · 11 months

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Bait | Ch. 6 | S.R. x OC

Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she’s faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: violence, knife, guns Word Count: 1k

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Luckily, Willow wasn't knocked out from the impact and she was able to lift herself up from the dirty concrete below her.

"Who are you?" Thomas' voice boomed, as he kicked her harshly in the stomach. "Did my magpie send you?"

My magpie? Willow thought, but she couldn't think straight from the pain erupting from her core.

"Answer me!" Thomas roared, and he pulled her to her feet before punching her harshly in the face.

Willow saw stars from the impact, and was completely unable to fight back at this point. She hoped to god that Spencer and the rest of the team were on their way and would arrive shortly. She felt hot, sticky liquid start to run down from her nostrils.

With what little strength she had, she tried to engage Thomas with what she knew so far.

"Thomas," she said, using his first name, attempting to personalize the situation. "It's me, your magpie. Please don't hurt me."

Confusion clouded Thomas' face at the remark, his brows furrowed, yet still angry.

"You're not Magdalene."

Magdalene... so the magpie is a woman named Magdalene?

"It is me, Thomas," Willow spoke, coughing up a small amount of blood. "Please."

She pleaded, and his grip on her loosened slightly. It was short lived.

"FBI, hands up!"

Thomas spasmed, pulling Willow's back into his front and branding a knife against her throat.

Where the hell did the knife come from? Willow thought to herself.

Spencer stood at the other end of the alleyway, his gun trained at Thomas. Although he stood confidently, Willow could see the slight shake of his hands at the sight of her being covered in blood and held against her will. The rest of the team stood guard behind him, their guns also pointed towards Thomas.

"Thomas," Spencer started, his voice containing a hint of fear. "Don't do this to Magdalene. She loves you, Thomas."

Thomas adjusted his hold on Willow, confused once again. He thought about it for a moment, considering, before pulling the knife closer to her throat once again.

"You're lying to me."

"No, Thomas, I'm not. We know that Magdalene left you, but she's back now."

"I don't believe you!" Thomas screamed, the knife starting to impress into Willow's skin. "She left me, with our son! She flew away, my magpie flew away."

Spencer considered Thomas' words, and continued in his efforts to save Willow.

"Thomas, she's back now. She has your son, and you don't want to hurt her before you get to see him."

Thomas' grip loosened slightly and he looked at Willow.

"Is this true?"

"Yes," she croaked, starting to wilt against him.

"Thomas, drop the knife. Drop the knife and we will take you to your son." Spencer attempted to coerce the man, who's grip on Willow stayed the same.

"No, no, no," Thomas rambled, his eyes wide. "You're lying, I don't believe it!"

In his frenzy, Thomas pushed the knife further against Willow's neck.

"No!"

She could hear Spencer's voice bellow before she heard a gunshot. Willow collapsed onto the hard ground, her vision dancing with black spots.

"Baby," Spencer's voice cooed, and she felt his hands wrapping around her, pulling her into him.

Willow merely groaned in response, and opened her eyes slightly. She could feel Spencer's quickened heart rate against her ear, and it was calming.

"Spence," she gasped, and winced in pain at the effort.

"Oh, honey," Spencer muttered, his eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry. God, I should've protested against this more than I did. This is my fault, I'm so, so sorry."

"Not your fault," she managed to say; her voice was guttural.

Spencer let out a sob then, and rested his forehead against hers. Willow could feel a few of his tears land on her face.

"We need to get you cleaned up," he spoke, shaking his emotions off and lifting her into his arms bridal style. Willow allowed herself to wrap her arms around his neck as tightly as she could.

He carried her to the ambulance that had arrived on the scene, and laid her gently onto the gurney. He climbed in after her and stroked a long hand against her badly beaten face.

Her eyes fluttered, and Spencer tried to get her to stay awake.

"You can't fall asleep, honey. You probably have a concussion. I know you're tired, but let me see those eyes."

Willow groaned in response, wanting to succumb to the sweet darkness of sleep lurking behind her.

"Reid, how is she?" Hotch's voice suddenly filled her ears; he was standing at the entrance of the ambulance.

"She'll be okay, no thanks to you."

Spencer's words were harsh, and through Willow's blurry vision she could see him stand, his fists clenched at his sides.

"I'm sorry for what happened to Agent Brooks, Reid, but I don't regret my decision. We caught Thomas, and people were saved because of it."

"Oh, but it's okay that my girlfriend got beaten to a pulp and is in the back of an ambulance barely hanging onto consciousness?!"

The silence after Spencer's outburst was palpable, and Willow could hear Hotch sigh loudly.

"Reid, just take care of her. We'll talk later."

Willow could hear Hotch's steps dissipate into nothingness, before Spencer's presence returned to her. He stroked the blood-soaked hair from her face, his eyes glossy.

"Spence, he's our boss," Willow croaked out, attempting to plant a small smirk on her face before wincing at the movement.

"Shh," Spencer cooed, rubbing her face softly to try and get her to relax. "I know he is, but I told him this was a bad idea. I told everyone this was a bad idea."

Spencer's lips were taut in a tight line and his eyes held a mixture of determination, and some semblance of guilt. Despite her state, Willow picked up on the gears turning rapidly in Spencer's mind and quietly attempted to comfort him.

"It's not your fault."

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kastlequill · 11 months

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wishing i had the power to write very fast because i have so many ideas for so many vastly different ships but so little time and speed. and thats how i end up with lots of half-written first drafts :<

#writing #fanfic #fic writing #like how do i have a wonderbat oneshot i need to revise to death then finish from years ago #and a half written oneshot for a chinese drama that ended like 2 years ago #and 4k written for a love between fairy and devil 3shot thats still in the drafts #and im 10k deep into a new ghost x reader multific im trying to prewrite a bit before posting #like i genuinely just have so much written yet unposted amongst several diff things #sigh #going to make writing a more consistent hobby and fix this a little i hope!#i forgot i have like 6k into a kastle oneshot from years ago that i need to revise and finish too wtf #rambles

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roseverdict · 1 year

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I PREDICTED THE END OF THE MAGOLOR EPILOGUE YEARS AGO

WHAT DO I WIN

#rosie babbles #kirby multific #AHAHAHAHAHAHA?????#kirby

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brokebonewritings · 2 years

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Hello all of my loves! I've decided that since I want to continue to better myself at writing fics I would create a Masterlist post so I can keep it organized for you. Please enjoy! ♡

Steven Grant

Knowing How to Romance

♡ Steven Grant never could figure out how to flirt with the ladies of each season. That is until you become the Diamond of the Season. (18+, Smut and Fluff)

Part 1 Part 2

Close Enough to Kiss

♡ You and Steven spend a nice evening at home, this includes your first kiss. (Fluff, Imagine)

Marc Spector

When the World Caves In

♡ You are sent on a special mission to become an avatar for a Goddess in need. The boys go on a mission to bring you back home to them. (18+, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Goodnight Starlight

♡ You spy on Marc putting your little one to sleep for the night. Both of you get a little carried away when you get back to your own bedroom.

Country Drives (Fluff, Short Fic)

Jake Lockley

Professor?

♡ Office hours were for questions, and going over materials. Maybe too many questions can lead to an assignment not in the syllabus. (18+, Smut)

Headcannons

In the Kitchen (18+ Minors DNI)

Little Sister (Ask Request)

Matt Murdock

Bless me, Father

♡ Seeking a priest for guidance. You just weren't expecting this priest to be an ex, and a vigilante. (18+ Smut, Violence, Angst)

15 Ways to Love Matt Murdock (Songfic Series)

Ask Box Requests

Sincerely, Anxiety. (Fluff)

Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity (Fluff)

♡ You and Matt go to a candlelight concert for your first date. You learn something new about music, and he leaves you with a new sense of love.

Peter Parker

Faltering

♡ You meet Peter Parker in your GED class. Who knew that the blip would allow two people to meet and become friends? Though, you didn’t remember a Peter Parker at Midtown High.

Ask Box Requests

God Only Knows (Eddie Munson)

♡ Ask request by Kaidalorian; Eddie caught you sneaking back into your trailer, and offers a warm place to stay for the night. (18+, Smut, some Fluff)

Headcannons

Hair Ties (18+, Minors DNI)

dividers (used in most fics) : @cafekitsune

#masterlist #my work #fanfic #moonknight #daredevil #my hero academia #multific #multifandom #x reader #au #multifandom imagines #fanfictions #fanfiction writer

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