#plot bunny up for adoption

[haphazardlyannotated]

Have a little AU that randomly appeared in my head during grocery shopping today.

Gideon has finally escaped from the Ninth. She's enlisting in the Cohort. Her photograph is being taken for her new recruit file!

Except the facial recognition thing alerts on her, and suddenly she's being locked in a cell on suspicion of being Commander Awake Remembrance Of These Valiant Dead.

Gideon is still trying to process the disbelief of going from one cell to another when the door opens and the actual freaking Saint of Duty walks in and tells her she's his daughter, which seems unlikely, but hey, they both have red hair and muscles, and more imortantly, Harrow is going to throw a fit when she hears about this, so nice to meet you, dad!

G1deon immediately takes his assumed child to meet Jod and his fellow Saints, which very quickly results in no more fellow Saints.

A very depressed Jod tries to play house as a family unit of what he calls "Daughter, godfather and god-father". Gideon almost wants to go back to the Ninth.

As Jod is seriously short on Lyctors now, he sends out the recruitment letters. Gideon, who has been traumatised seeing her dad stick hs tongue down the throat of the real life inspirations for her magazines, asks to be allowed to go supervise.

And so the Nine Houses receive letters informing them that their Emperor has a daughter and she's going to guide them all on the path to Lyctorhood!

Harrow, who isn't handling the loss of her codependent rival/crush very well is a devout daughter of her House is ecstatic at the chance to show Griddle that she DOESN'T need her restore her House to glory.

She arrives at Canaan House determined to prove that she doesn't think about Gideon at all the Ninth House is as proud and faithful as ever. Her skull paint is intricate. Her posture is regal. Her whole being is cloaked in an air of mystery. She will make a good impression on the sacred Crown Prince.

Her Divine Highness enters.

It's Gideon fucking Nav.

Only the combined efforts of all other House Heirs narrowly stops the Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House from strangling the Crown Prince.

Pyrrha Dve immediately begins to plan the wedding.

#the locked tomb #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #g1deon #gideon the first #john gaius #griddlehark #plot bunny up for adoption

[ihni]

I just woke up (too early, on a Saturday) after having a dream. Billy and Steve were living in a big house controlled by an AI. The AI liked Steve, and was nice to him and took care of him etc - to the point of breaching the containment of the house and following him outside through various devices. It was always watching, always listening.

It did not, however, like Billy as much, which was quite obvious by the way he was treated when Steve wasn't around. Nothing too malicious (that far in the dream, at least), but it didn't work around him, refused to do what it was supposed to do, "malfunctioned" and didn't listen when he said for it to stop. He got annoyed, and then started getting hurt (just small things at this point, like getting his hand stuck in a door or have something open and push him when he passed). It was like the AI was jealous that Billy had Steve's attention and love, and was trying to push Billy out or drive him away.

It never did anything when Steve could see, and if Billy said something happened, the AI magically worked when Steve checked it out.

But it became more and more malicious with time. More violent. And Billy got more and more scared.

I don't know how it ended (a part of the house/AI burned it's way out through the fence, though, and left a trail of glowing, burning things after itself through the dark woods) but I know it was heading towards a final confrontation.

So yeah, sometimes I dream in basically-fully-formed movies.

#ihni dreams #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #dreams #plot bunny up for adoption lol if anyone feel like writing modern horror ...

[fire-eyed-raven]

A historical fantasy HashiMada AU where Senju are regular warrior clan but Uchiha are yokai clan with ability to turn into birds. So as normal people Senju are wary and not welcoming to yokai.

One day Hashirama finds a hawk with a broken wing in the forest and decides to take it home to help it recover.

Madara always was told not to interact with humans unless he has the upper hand or absolutely has to. But when he is stranded in the forest because of his broken wing a human with gentle hands decided to help him...

#having HashiMada thoughts #Hashimada AU #HashiMada #hsmd #hashirama #madara #madara uchiha #hashirama senju #this idea is up for adoption <3 #I know it's not really original #but I would like to share this brainworm/plot bunny with someone

[darthpastry]

My brain is so stuck on plopping FNaF characters into the circus for no reason. I have so many wips and plot bunnies already and I do NOT need to have all of these The Greatest Showman and The Amazing Digital Circus crossover thoughts. Send help.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #plot bunny #plot bunnies #they're up for adoption #the greatest showman #the amazing digital circus

[eddys-plot-shop]

Camila Mendes (Regina’s daughter) + Ruby Lucas (Once Upon a Time)

Name: Raina Mills

Myers Briggs Type: ESTJ

Occupation: Town Treasurer

Quote: "I was born to rule, and my mother instilled in me all the skills to make sure I could lead effectively."

Fic Title: Ahead Of The Pack

Plot Summary: Though she’s always been evasive about who Raina's father is, Regina has taught her daughter everything she knows in order for her not to make the same mistakes she did. It appears Raina has turned out for the better because of these lessons, becoming a bright young woman who is active in Storybrooke's community and makes friends wherever she goes. She’s even seeing Ruby, which her mother seems to be fine with, though that comes as a bit of a surprise to Raina. But when the curse ends, Raina will have to adjust to a whole new side of the town and the people that she thought she knew so well.

Extras: If she were to be included in season 7's Hyperion Heights, then her cursed persona would be Renee Washington and she’d be a server/dishwasher/cleaner at Roni's bar, and Ruby would be a rival bar owner (called Lone Wolf) that Roni hates, but whom Raina is friends with, putting Renee right in between the two, ensuring she’d have to pick a side. Lose her boss/mother, or lose her friend/girlfriend.

#plot bunny #oc plot bunny #once upon a time #once upon a time oc #i’m thinking her father is Rumple #because i can see regina withholding that information for fear she succumbs to the darkness that lurks within her #and also because ouat is known for having the most fucked up family tree in the world so why not add another layer of complicated #i really wanna see this written #if no one adopts her i may have to do it myself

[miles-of-heart]

Madam Lan was framed.

The only one to believe her is Cangse Sanren, who eventually uncovers the truth. But just before she can reveal the evidence that will prove her friend's innocence, Cangse Sanren and her husband are killed in a "nighthunt accident."

Anyway that's my headcanon of the week: It's all connected.

#Someday years after the end of canon #wangxian find old letters hidden under the floorboards of the Jingshi #and realize they're from Cangse Sanren to Mama Lan #and start looking for the truth of what really happened to their mothers #cql headcanon #madam lan #cangse sanren #plot bunnies up for adoption

[luckybyler]

Byler fanfic prompt: The Party's playing Gay Chicken in the basement and it's Mike and Will's turn.

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #i'm not writing anytime soon #so I'm putting this plot bunny up for adoption

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Scott pilgrim vs. the world au for the Sandman: You have to rescue Dream's seven exes before dating him.

Also have you seen what happens to his exes? Are you sure you want to date him?

#the sandman #sandman #free plot bunny up for adoption

[kittyann]

🥳Yay! 🎉

After many years being a pure reader, I finally wrote my first post for AO3. However, “Plot Bunnies” isn’t a fanfic. It’s a collection of story prompts and what-if drabbles. My hope is that some talented writer will see my detailed prompts and think “What a great idea! I want to adopt this idea and write an amazing story with it.” 😂 Anyways, all these ideas are up for adoption. Let me know if you see one you like. I’ll keep adding new “chapters” as new ideas come to me. Current prompts are related to “The Eclipse” and “The Shipper.” Haha…my fondness for First Kanaphan is now spilling into my creative writing life.

#what ifs #ao3 link #my first fanfic #isn’t really a fanfic #the eclipse fanfic #the eclipse series #the shipper #story ideas #plot bunnies #these ideas are up for adoption #canon divergent au #angsty #time travel #split personality #body swap #thai bl drama #akkayan #story starter #akk #ayan #kim kimhan #waykim #khetpan #pan from the shipper #love triangle #with almost the entire cast

[haphazardlyannotated]

I wonder what would have happened if Corona had pulled an Alfred the second she found out what Lyctorhood entails.

For one thing, Silas might not fight Ianthe if she's found crying and screaming over her sister's suicide rather than smug about the murder of her cavalier, though that probably just buys him thirty minutes until he attempts to duel Cytherea instead.

RIP mayonnaise boy, you were never going to make it out of this book alive.

I'm not sure Ianthe can even pull herself together enough to fight Cytherea in this timeline. She might just survive on the other end of Canaan House as Cytherea's blind spot while Gideon once again throws herself on a fence.

So as a result we get two insane girls performing lobotomies on each other to save the person who has defined their whole life.

Ianthe's fake past, ironically, probably has her as the darling admired golden only child of Ida. She keeps catching herself being instinctively sneaky and wondering where the hell that impulse is coming from, since she's always reveled in the spotlight (right?) before being distracted by seizures.

Both of the new Saints spend most of their time bleeding from their ears, giving nonsensical replies to every question they're asked, and generally acting like lunatics.

Mercymorn takes it as proof that trying to recruit these infants was a mistake from the start. "Look at them, John!! One of them keeps having seizures if I so much as mention Gideon and the other passes out at the sight of her own reflection!! I should have known this whole idea was a mistake from the start!! Children as fists!! Infants as gestures!! Yuck!!! Pfaugh!!!"

But hey, at least Ianthe gets to keep both of her arms.

#tlt #the locked tomb #ianthe tridentarius #coronabeth tridentarius #harrowhark nonagesimus #mercymorn the first #plot bunny up for adoption

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your wolf king husband defends your honor

General Plot: A visiting king and his son start trouble with Joel and Sterling

Wolf King (Sterling) x female bunny reader

Word Count: 2.5k

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

W: sfw werewolf fluff, some fighting

“I’m going to grind you into mush!” Joel shouted and your attention flickered from the servant holding china patterns for you to choose across the garden where he should have been playing. 

“Joel! Get off of him!” you howled as you rushed across the lawn in your fluffy dress. You hurriedly tried to peel your newly adopted son off of the lion cub he was pummeling. Hearing your voice he threw another solid punch into the cub’s nose before standing in front of you defensively, growling and frothing at the mouth. 

“She’s not a real queen!” the lion cub, who happened to be the son of a visiting King pouted, smearing the blood that was running down his nose across his face. Joel had done a number on the slightly larger cub, leaving him with a big black eye in addition to the bloody nose. 

“I’m telling my father! We’ll- we’ll go to war with you and then I’ll eat her for dinner!” he cried as he ran away. 

You sighed watching the little prince go before turning your attention to Joel. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” you asked, turning his face to you to examine the little scratches the cub had given him trying to fight back. 

“He said you’re not my momma and that a herbivore can’t even be Queen, but he’s wrong. You are Queen and you are my momma!” 

You sighed, pulling him into your skirt and giving him a hug before reprimanding him. 

“While I agree with you,” you stated, “being a Prince means you have to use your words not your fists. You can’t start a whole war over me!”

He pouted up at you. 

“Yes I CAN!” he snapped back at you. 

You frowned and he at least looked a little contrite. 

“Do not raise your voice at me Joel,” you said firmly. 

He pouted but nodded. 

“Now let’s get you to the doctor to look after your cuts,” you said, taking his hand and leading him out of the castle garden. 

“He doesn’t know anything,” Joel said to you, squeezing your hand as you made your way through the castle, “he’s just a stupid lion. If he starts a war with me, I’m starting a war with him and MY daddy will win!” 

“There will be no wars,” you assured him, carefully hiding your smile. It was sweet that he was so protective of you. He’d declared himself your hero and went all around the castle correcting anyone who dared disrespect you. 

“We still have to have dinner with King Harold and his son this evening. It’s your duty as a prince to receive your guests with kindness and grace.” 

“But he disrespected you!” he argued. 

“Lots of people disrespect me, but I don’t go around punching every one of them in the nose!” you replied. 

He laughed. 

“Of course not! You’re a bunny! That’s my job! I’m a strong wolf. I will protect you.”

You wouldn’t lower his self esteem telling him he wasn’t quite a strong wolf, yet. 

“Sometimes we can protect people with words,” you explained, “you don’t have to fight everyone.” 

Joel bit his lip and you hoped he’d heard what you were trying to teach him as you showed the doctor the cuts and bruises he’d gathered. 

“How dare you?!” a high pitched voice echoed in the doctor’s office and a very angry looking lion Queen came barging in holding the lion prince in her arms as if he were just a baby despite his size. Her eyes immediately focused on you as you placed yourself between her and Joel. 

“That child is a monster! Look what he did to my boy!” she snarled and the sniveling prince peeked out over her arms looking as pathetic as he could, “he’s just like his mother! Unhinged! Unstable! A complete disgrace!”  

You had to hold in your sigh as the little boy appeared to be just fine, just with a few bruises, but everyone knew about Joel’s biological mother. How she’d gone mad and tried to set the castle on fire, in the end killing herself and several servants. She’d never been well liked to start with. She was a cruel wolf despite Sterling’s attempts to tame her and her legacy hung over Joel like a dark cloud. 

“I'm very sorry Amelia,” you said trying to placate the visiting Queen, “the boys were just roughhousing and I think things got out of hand. Joel is very sorry.”

“No I’m not!” Joel announced from behind you.  

“Well of course the boy is running wild with a weak mother…if I can even call you that!” she snapped, glaring at you, “and it’s QUEEN Amelia to you.” 

You tried not to narrow your eyes at her, Joel was technically in the wrong, but the little cub should have been well trained enough not to insult another prince in his own castle. Trying to be diplomatic, you brushed the insults away, turning your attention to the doctor. 

“I think he’s finished with Joel, Amelia,” you said evenly, “let’s have the doctor have a look at those bruises. I’m sure a lion cub can withstand a couple of bumps, don’t you? Or is Joel that much stronger than him?”

Amelia looked like she would have eaten you whole if she could, but you didn’t bother sticking around to continue taunting her, picking Joel up and plopping him on the floor so you could guide him out of the doctor’s office.  

“I told you lions are jerks,” Joel pouted as you made your way to your living quarters, hoping to keep the precocious pup occupied until dinner. 

“It’s not right to say all lions are jerks, you don’t know all lions,” you said and then gave him a little smile, “only she is a jerk.” 

Joel grinned up at you and you gave his hand a conspiratorial squeeze. 

—

Dinner started about as well as you had expected, which was not great. Amelia shot lasers at you from across the table, while Joel made faces at the little lion cub, whose name was Harry, after his father. 

“The chicken is dry, take it away and bring me another,” Amelia complained to your servants and with a flick of your eyes you gave your servant your approval to replace it. 

It had taken some time for the carnivores in the castle to accept you as their Queen, but the herbivores, which made up most of the staff adopted you immediately, thrilled to have a bunny represented in the aristocracy. They were always hovering around you, worried that you weren’t being cared for properly. 

A sheep servant gracefully set a new plate of chicken in front of Queen Amelia and you smiled your thanks. 

“I heard the boys had a bit of a tussle today,” Sterling said as he worked on his steak and you winced, hoping no one would bring it up. 

“Yes,” Amelia snarled, “your brat attacked my son and his so-called mother did absolutely nothing about it!” 

“Well of course not, Amelia,” Harold spat, “she’s just a bunny with a crown, what do you expect her to do with a wild wolf pup? He needs a carnivore mother to keep him in line.” 

“Maybe the boy is just too young to play with Joel,” Sterling commented, “Joel’s quite a bit stronger. I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt the young prince. He just doesn’t know his strength and didn’t realize he needed to be delicate with him.” 

“Are you implying my son is weak?!” Harold snapped. 

Sterling shrugged.

“I’m only stating the obvious,” he said, “your boy lost the fight, he’s clearly not at Joel’s level.” 

Harold’s eyes flashed and his fork dropped. 

“My boy is NOT weak! Your son is a little monster, just like his mother,” he snapped. 

Sterling held back a growl, but he bared a sliver of fang. 

“His mother is sitting at the table with us and she is very gentle, I assure you,” he said, glancing over at you. 

You gave him a small pleading smile to stop this nonsense, but he only winked at you. 

“It’s unnatural,” Harold growled, “a herbivore mothering a carnivore…” 

“Your son’s nanny is a herbivore, is she not?” Sterling went on, poking the proverbial bear, “I’m sure she does more mothering than Amelia. I’m told she spends most of her time drunk…that’s probably why your son is so weak. He’s got poor role models.” 

Amelia growled, but it couldn’t be denied that she’d already had a whole bottle of wine by herself, not to mention whatever she drank before dinner. 

Trying desperately to guide the conversation elsewhere you inquired after Amelia’s meal. 

“Is the chicken better?” you asked, looking up from your mushroom bolognese. 

“No,” she snapped, “but of course a staff full of herbivores wouldn’t know how to cook meat properly. It’s disgusting. You should have carnivore cooks.” 

She glared at Sterling. 

“Are you letting this silly herbivore drain this castle of what’s left of its dignity?” 

“Queen (Y/N) has arranged a healthy, delicious meal that suits our tastes just fine,” he snapped, “perhaps the wine has dulled your senses.” 

“What are you implying?” Harold growled. 

“I’m not implying anything,” he snapped back, “I’m very clearly stating that your drunk wife can’t taste anything but spirits. Our cooks can’t perform miracles!” 

At that Harold jumped up from the table and bared his teeth. 

“Say that again, I dare you!” he snarled. 

“Your wife is a lush, and that’s why your son is soft,” he hissed back. 

You quickly looked at Joel who was watching the whole interaction with interest. When you glanced back Harold was flying across the table at Sterling, who was happy to receive him with a punch to the jaw. The two of them hit the ground in a pile of fists and fur and you quickly gathered Joel as your guards surrounded the two of you. 

For his part Joel was cheering his dad on, grinning from ear to ear. 

You couldn’t help but be frightened by the fight, but Sterling was significantly more fit than the lazy lion king and quickly had him pinned, while the rest of your guards surrounded Amelia and her son. Sparing the children the sight of his throat being ripped out in front of them, Sterling had the foreign king arrested and taken to the dungeon, while his wife and son were sequestered in their quarters. 

—

“What sort of example are you setting for Joel?” you pouted as you swabbed one of Sterling’s cuts with some cleanser, “I just got done telling him he can’t fight everyone!” 

He gave you a big grin. He didn’t need you to patch him up, but he liked when you did. So he’d forgone the doctor and you were standing in his bedroom while he sat on his bed applying ointment to his cuts. 

“He came at me first!” he argued, smirking at you, “I had to defend myself!” 

You crossed your arms and gave him a look. 

“You provoked him and you know it!” you said. 

He snorted and waved his hand, sweeping you towards him by the waist with the other. 

“He provoked me,” he said, one hand drifting up to play with your ear, as he seemed to like to do, “no one insults my Queen and the mother of my child and certainly not in my own castle.” 

“Fine,” you said, sighing, “but what now? You’ve probably started a war!” 

He shrugged. 

“We were going to war anyways. They came here with a bad attitude, intending to start trouble, not to make peace.” 

His fingers dropped to cup your chin. 

“And it was worth every lick to defend your honor.” 

Your cheeks warmed and you fluttered your eyelashes finding somewhere else to look.

“I’m not worth a whole war,” you muttered, focusing on his shoulder and brushing off a bit of dirt. 

He made a noise in the back of his throat. 

“Look at me,” he said a bit more gently, holding your chin between his large fingers he met your eyes with his shining black orbs, “you are worth this whole kingdom and more. You’re the glue that holds this family together and always have been, since Joel was just a baby and Gina…It doesn’t matter what you eat or what kind of teeth you have. You’re worth a thousand of those lions.” 

You balked a bit that Sterling didn’t even refer to her as Joel’s mother anymore. 

“I can’t do what I need to do without you and I don’t want to,” he went on, focusing on you again, “you are everything to me and Joel.” 

He leaned in to you and brushed his lips over yours. You gasped into his mouth as this was the first physical affection he’d shown you since you’d become Queen. You didn’t think romance would be part of your new job, that it was all just for Joel’s sake, but your heart pounded in your chest as warmth spread over you. He gave you another light kiss and leaned back to look at you, fingering your long ear gently. 

“So yes, I will take an insult to you as if I’d been insulted personally and I will defend you until the day I die,” he promised, squeezing your waist and holding you to him, “even if I have to go to war to do it.” 

Then he winked at you, his usual mischievousness returning. 

“And don’t bother fussing about it,” he said, “we’re going to show those lazy lions exactly how wolves protect what’s theirs, and we’ve already captured their King, so I anticipate it will be short. You’re a strong, elegant, beautiful Queen and the people love you. Don’t ever doubt yourself.” 

You nodded a bit weakly at him, a smile sneaking its way onto your lips. He gave you a gentle look and smiled back. 

“Momma! Did you see how Daddy took down that stupid lion!” Joel exclaimed, barrelling into the room, oblivious to the rising tension. 

“Yes, I saw,” you sighed, gathering Joel in your arms and giving him a little smile, “your father is very, very impressive and we are lucky to have him.”  

tag: @pinkrose1422

#monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster x reader #werewolf #wolf #yandere male #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x female reader #werewolf x reader #fantasy fluff

[st4rr-girrl]

cheater pt 2 please 🥹

Cheater Pt 2

M.R x Fem! Reader

Summary; Mattheo Riddle, one of your close friends notices your sad energy. He attempts to cheer you up.

Thanks for the request, enjoy! xx

Warnings; swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of smut/implied sexual intercourse, nicknames; bunny & Mi Amor

Side note; Bunny is ur nickname that Mattheo gave you a long time ago, like when you were little. You found a bunny at the park and adopted it and he started calling you bunny. (Idk thought it was cute)

A/n: Should I make this a series? I know I never finish my other ones bc idk where the plot is going nd I lose motivation but ik what to write for this.

Now playing; never felt so alone -labrinth

Up next; see how I circle/labryrinth

Staring at your plate, filled with foods you would normally dig into, you felt an inexplainable emptiness in the pit of your stomach. Some people were already heading off to their dorms for a good nights sleep, since the school year was almost over and finals were coming up.

Although you were surrounded by people you loved, you still felt a bit lonely. You lost the one person who understood how you felt. You didn’t miss his longing gaze, that stared at your melancholy expression. He wanted nothing more than to hug you and tell Astoria to fuck off, but he understood what he did was wrong.

You’re just protecting yourself.

You glanced at your long-time friend, Mattheo, who was shooting daggers at Draco.

Just as your thoughts were about to consume you, Pansy spoke up. “Earth to Y/n?” She noticed the sad expression on your tired face, and attempted to cheer you up.

“Sorry.” You furrowed your brows and shook your head. “What were you saying?” Pansy pulled you out of your trance-like state.

“We were just debating which was better; butter-beer, or chocolate frogs.” Pansy raised a brow, awaiting your answer.

“Well chocolate frogs are good,” Pansy felt hopeful that at-least one person would agree with her about her favorite treat. “-but…” her face dropped. “Sorry Pansy, chocolate frogs get away too easily! And butter-beer is top tier.” You raised your hands in defense, while Pansy sighed and admitted defeat while Theodore teased her. A spark of happiness fluttering for a moment. You smiled contentedly, before you felt that damn stare.

You frowned and bounced your leg up and down. You felt a hand on your bouncing leg, and looked up. Mattheo was smiling reassuringly. “You ok?” He whispered, gazing at you with adoration. You two were in your own little world while the others talked. He gently grabbed both of your hands.

You smiled softly, about to answer when Astoria came in. She sat on Draco’s lap and stared right at you with a devilish grin.

Your eyes widened slightly, while tears filled your eyes. Draco could no longer face you without shame. You bit your lip and faced back to Mattheo who glared at Draco and Astoria.

“I think I need some air.” You said quickly, pulling your hands from Mattheo softly as you rushed out of the dinning room.

You headed through the halls, not noticing the tall male that followed behind you.

You debated where to go, before your mind lingered around going to the astronomy tower.

So thats where you went. You ran up the stairs and collapsed to the floor, holding yourself while sobs wracked through your body.

Someone sat beside you, and you sniffled before glancing up. It was Mattheo. A part of you was expecting Draco to be there, but it was nothing more than a silly thought. Besides, seeing Mattheo was a lot better than seeing Draco. A pleasant surprise if you will.

Mattheo pulled out a cigarette, putting it to his lips and lighting it. He handed you one.

“Mattheo, you really need to stop smoking.” You said, but still took the cigarette and let him light it.

“I’ll stop when you stop.” He smiled, making you shake your head and smile, while wiping your tears. You didn’t wanna cry in front of him. It was embarrassing, even though you’ve known him forever.

You took a puff of the cigarette as Mattheo scooted closer and wrapped an arm around your waist.

You leaned your head against him. You too were super affectionate before you started dating Draco. You’d cuddle, hug, a kiss on the cheek or head every now and then, but Draco was upset with this. Reasonably, of course, but it cause you and Mattheo to drift apart slightly. Draco was always possessive of you, so you saw less and less of your friends. Ironic, huh.

So this type of affection usually wouldn’t make you flustered, or give you butterflies; but it did. Heat crept up your neck, and you felt nauseous, as if butterflies were flying in your stomach.

“Yknow…” Mattheo said, disturbing the comforting silence. You hummed, looking up and noticing he was already glancing down at you. “There’s a bright side to this.”

You raised a brow. “And that is?”

“I can tell you something I’ve always wanted to.”

“And that is?” This caught your attention.

“I really like you, Bunny.” Your eyes widened as you stared, searching for anything that would tell you that this was some type of sick joke.

Gladly, there was no trace of him playing with your feelings. Only raw, sentimental emotion.

“I-I really like you too, Mattheo.” Your mouth tripped over your words as a faint blush crept up your neck to your cheeks. He cupped your cheek with the hand that didn’t hold a cigarette. You cupped his cheek as well, but your hand did hold a cigarette.

You both leaned in slowly, meeting one another in the middle. You smiled into the kiss, and melted in his hands.

You got on his lap and grinded, the once innocent kiss turning into something less innocent.

One things led to another and….

—

You shifted in your sleep, feeling a warm pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You smiled contentedly, turning around and facing Mattheo. To your surprise, he was already awake.

“Hey, bunny.” He said, smiling at the nickname he gave you a long while back.

“Hello Mi amor.” Mattheo spoke Spanish, and you took a few classes with him, so you started calling him that.

“Are we official?” He asks.

“What do you mean?” You ask with a raised brow. “I mean we had sex, so I’d like to believe we’re official.” You laugh, as he laughs along. His laugh vibrates his chest, and it give you butterflies.

“We should probably get ready for class.” You considered, softly getting up from the bed. “We don’t want anyone catching us in the same dorm room do we?” You added, before he could protest.

“Finee.” He groaned, getting out of bed gingerly.

He kissed your cheek, before you left to your dorm with all your school clothes in your hands.

—

Time rolled by quickly, and it was now dinner.

You were late, per usual, but this time your melancholy expression was replaced with one of happiness.

Astoria was sitting on Draco’s lap, and staring at you with confusion. Why weren’t you upset?

You strolled happily to the slytherin table, and took your seat right on Mattheo’s lap. You stared at Astoria with pride, and scowled at Draco.

Kissing Mattheo on the cheek, though it was not for revenge. You just loved him.

And this time, you were not letting anything get in the way of that.

#mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle x reader #harry potter #draco angst #draco malfoy angst #Mattheo riddle angst #fluff? #angst #hurt/comfort #smut #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x you

[suzukiblu]

Some assorted Smallville headcanons from some of my assorted WIPs for Plot Bunny. They did not specify which WIP they preferred, so I just picked a bunch of different ones and went from there! 

Smallville does not approve of Clark Kent’s parenting style: Smallville is a tight-knit, proud little community where everyone looks out for each other that is full of people who want to continue living in a tight-knit, proud little community where everyone looks out for each other. The population at large still considers Clark one of their temporarily-displaced own and were therefore very willing to pretend to believe the “cousin” story when “Conner” showed up–right up until they found out it was NOT a story meant to help Clark’s displaced kid he’d just found out about settle into the Kent family in a low-pressure environment while he got over whatever obvious trauma had happened to him. Now? Now there are pitchforks being sharpened and torches being lit. CLARK JOSEPH KENT, YOUR HOMETOWN IS NOT MAD, JUST DISAPPOINTED. 

Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids: Smallville is pretty sure Jonathan and Martha did NOT get this emotionally-fraught teen mom and her weird but adorable little baby from any actual adoption agency, Norwegian or not, but what’s a little illegal immigration and identity fraud between neighbors? None of THEIR business, no sir. Especially not if any strangers ever show up in town asking QUESTIONS. 

Jon and Martha, professional soulparents: Oh Jon and Martha absolutely will be clearing out the attic to make Conner a bedroom the absolute SECOND they get back to Smallville. And also being heartbroken about Clark, obviously. Everyone in Smallville is going to cry on them when they hear about Conner and be both very sad and very happy for them. And then they’re all gonna be Weird About Conner, who isn’t gonna know how to talk to ANY of them. He’s gonna get his cheek pinched by so, so many old ladies and SO many manly back-claps and it’s gonna be a pain controlling his TTK enough to actually let people do it. Meanwhile, everyone in Smallville, internally: oh he’s exactly as weird as Clark was when he first showed up, noted. Jfc, Jon and Martha, AGAIN?? WHERE DO YOU EVEN FIND THESE KIDS. 

Kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit: No one in Smallville knew a thing about Kon’s physical sex, so they’re all gonna be VERY surprised very soon, but also Smallville in general is gonna take that whole reveal like CHAMPS and just roll with it, even if it might require some people having some Talks With Their Kids And/Or Slightly Bigoted Relatives. Like, there will be a few assholes and a few over-inquisitive weirdos around, because nowhere is a monolith, but overall Smallville is gonna roll with it and be chill about it while ALSO being incredibly out of touch with the up-to-date terminology/language and having very little grasp of the minutiae of queerness in general ( aside from a couple of very quiet people who are gonna feel a WAY about finding out that Conner Kent is trans and went completely unclocked all this time, and seeing how most of the town’s taking finding out really well, and does that maybe mean . . . ). 

the one where Kon isn’t the father: Smallville has politely not asked any questions about Tim aside from if he wanted a baby shower or not, but also ALL of Smallville knows Tim was Conner’s “boyfriend” and Kyra is “his” daughter. That’s just gossip-by-osmosis that all of Smallville knows. A lot of casseroles and crocheted things and quilts have happened to the Kent household since Tim showed up pregnant and traumatized. And baby stuff donations. And babysitting offers. And general helpfulness in general. People weren’t necessarily close to Kon, but a lot of people felt very bad about what HAPPENED to Kon, especially after finding out about Kyra. Not that any of them actually KNOW what actually happened to Kon or the truth about Kyra, but that’s a clone of a different gene donor, okay?? OKAY.

#plot bunny #meta ecetera #wip: smallville does not approve #wip: kara gets to earth on time #wip: jon and martha professional soulparents #wip: kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit #wip: the one where kon isn't the father

[shortstrawberry]

So, we never got the proper slowburn transition we deserve of Bela going from heartless to her heart beating for the MC. So here's some headcannons and plot bunnies for how things would go after Bela finally got her heart back. Heck, how about we make it even more complicated and let Bela have her memories from previous time loops as well?

Okay, so here we go!!

(Also, quick note. MC is super dense here and can't get a hint)

You really didn't expect that just marching up to Headmistress Miranda and demanding Bela have her heart back would work. But it actually did. And it turns out, Bela did have her heart all along. It was just buried away under layers of whatever hoodoo magic Miranda used. You saw the change happen the minute those layers were taken away.

Bela even without her heart was a person who cared too much. That woman was willing to protect you from crazy cult leader Miranda even at the risk of her own life. Bela's care also showed in the love she has for her family. Let's just say Daniela is out of so much trouble only because Bela intervened all the times from background.

And now, Bela has her heart back. So, are there any noticeable changes? Oh, there are plenty! Although not as drastic as you thought. For starters, Bela still had her crazy work ethic to the T. She just doesn't force you to adopt it now. You are too sick to come to the council room? Bela will come to your dorm room with her soup and take care of you. But she'll also work besides your bedside while you sleep.

Another welcome change is Bela's trust issues piping down a bit. Older Bela refused to drink your coffee. Now, she'll actually pout if you forget to bring her coffee. And yes, you heard it right. Bela actually pouts these days. Especially at you, for some reason.

There is one thing though where Bela has gotten even more uptight ironically. And that's her interactions with her Playgirl sister Cassandra. Whenever Cassandra opens her mouth to ask you out on a date, Bela would make sure to threaten Cassandra with blocking funds for the theatre club. You're glad that Bela is being such a protective friend, but you do think blocking theatre funds is a bit overboard.

You also notice that Bela now shows animosity towards people she was completely fine with before. Exhibit A: Donna Beneviento, Angie's aunt had approached you with a job offer as her assistant at her flower shop. Before you could even reply, Bela popped up behind you, gripping your shoulders in a tight grip as she seethingly replied "No, my Vice President is too occupied in Student Council work with me." Hmm, strange. The interaction was almost like Donna has taken something away from Bela in some past life.

You also wish Bela would kind of stop paying for everything you buy. You get it, Bela feels indebted to you, but c'mon, buying you a rose gold necklace that has Dimiterescu family crest for your birthday is totally overboard! And can someone please ask Daniela and Angie to stop teasing you about how you got a sugar mommy for yourself?

Bela also is less uppity about being touched now. At least when it comes from you. You both have actually started to hug each other before going to your respective dorms. Bela now even initiates a lot of touches on her own! Like one time you fell asleep while working in Library with her, and you woke up with feeling Bela's long fingers lazily carding through your hair.

Lastly, you are also happy that you are getting to spend more time with Bela outside of student council work. Bela is a through and through Dimiterescu when it comes to setting up their hangout places. From museums to extraordinary cafes, Bela has taken you to all the places you can never dream to afford. You're no slacker either though, as you too are finally getting Bela to try fast food burgers and arcade games that Alcina will probably turn her nose up at. But Bela assures you that these hangouts mean the world to her. You're curious though why Bela always stumbles at the word "hangout"

Got anymore ideas you want me to write on? Let me know! Requests are open!

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #she is my second favourite #bela is so tragic in the game #she deserves better #requests open #headcannons #resident evil village #re8 village

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

The dream I had last night was very Silmarilion

I was Curufin's wife, a Noldo. I had lived with him in Beleriand and fought by his side, but was reborn in Valinor long before him.

Using the precedent "if your spouse is dead forever, you can remarry" and the Oath and the Doom, I married Lalwen.

I became the leader of the Feanorian followers in Tirion, with Feanor and all his sons dead. (I'm not sure where Celebrimbor was - probably this was before the fall of Eregion as I, his mother, wasn't stressed about it?)

I was aware that my husband and his brothers had done some bad things, but given how much they had to fight Morgoth I wasn't interested in hearing the arguments again. I had fought beside them and loved Curufin until the end, and the debates about whether he was evil were by now extremely repetitive and I refused to engage.

One day, I got word that Maedhros would soon be reborn. (Some people were returned as infants and some as adults. I had been paying careful attention to any red-headed babies, which had been numerous in the past few years.) I was worried that he would start a riot if the Feanorian followers found out about his return, and they might even advocate for him to be king. I had spent the last several centuries gaining political power and using it to advocate for my people, and I wasn't about to let some charismatic prince take it away in one afternoon. (He would legitimately be worse at it initially, without the context of present day Valinor, and that would lead to the Feanorian contingent getting less benefits from the city council. But also I loved power.)

So I arranged for most of the Feanorian followers to be out of the city that day. I don't remember what the excuse was, but it wasn't a threat, and it worked.

So when Maedhros ride into town accompanied by all his brothers (surprise!), it was to half the houses empty and dark.

I told Maedhros to his face that he couldn't just walk in and expect to be followed. Sure, he had done a lot for people, and many of us owed our lives to him. But he was not king anymore, and just as many of us had died for him.

My wife stood by my side to support me during this.

#free plot bunny up for adoption #silm #my writing #inspiration