#rin’s shots 🤎

[midnight-pluto]

Hi! <3 could you please write a mutual pining only one bed fic for a gn!reader and Nico di Angelo

MOVE OVER — nico di a.

TROPES: mutual pining, only one bed, fluff, crack-ish

UNIVERSE: riordanverse

PAIRING(S): nico di angelo x gn!reader

WARNING(S): mentions of injuries, takes place after the giant war, i slipped incorrect quote in here for funsies, also because im slightly high

A/N: mattresses don’t count as beds

THE INFIRMARY WAS bound to be filled to the brim after todays events. Even with the help of the Roman Apollo kids, it was still practically double the amount of kids injured making them bring out mattresses for all of them to be taken care of.

You were one of the many kids to get hurt during the battle, a gash on your thigh along with minor cuts and scrapes was bound to get you landed there. It was unfortunate that you ended up on the mattress on the ground but you understood.

There were others in deeper trouble.

Something you were glad that happened is that your mattress was the one closest to the window with only one bed next to you, and on that bed is someone you’d like to call you’re friend. However, you’re unsure if he would dub you the same.

Nico di Angelo — son of Hades. From what you understood, he had known of the existence of both the Greeks and Romans, yet chose to not let them know of each other. That was one of the many things you admired about him.

The way he always manages to show up in just enough time and helps turn the tide in his favor, or the way he was able to bare the fact that he was treated as an outcast just for his parent and not make the rumors true. He was someone who you truly respected.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Totally.

Nico was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was instructed by Will to sleep but couldn’t find it in himself to close his eyes for more than two minutes. He kept on glancing towards your figure laying soundlessly on the mattress on the ground.

You were one of the only ones to still smile at him whenever he passed by after the Titan War glory wore off. You were one of the only ones to not actively avoid him. One of the ones that didn’t send weary glances in his direction. You were someone who he truly respected.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Totally.

As the hour’s drifted past with nothing but murmurs and grunts filling the room Nico had drifted off to sleep along with it.

However, when he slept you awoke. Flashbacks from the past events and wars coming to haunt your dreams. Looking up only to see Nico’s back, only then do you make your move.

AS NICO BLINKED himself awake, he felt another presence in the bed. His hair was being played with was all he knew of, but it wasn’t a feeling he was opposed to. Tempted to relax once again, he fought off the urge and turned to face the other side of the bed for his eyes to only widen in surprise.

“Morning,” you smile, moving your hand away from his hair, “How’d you sleep last night?”

“What the hell,” Nico whisper shouted as to not alarm some of the sleeping patients, “What’re you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor.”

“I had a nightmare.”

“And you deciding sleeping on my bed was a solution to that problem,” he deadpanned, sitting up to face you and the pillow resting on your lap.

“Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this weird power dynamic vibe from me sleeping in the ground and you sleeping up there,” you say, pointing to mattress on the floor and patting the sheets of the bed.

“Ah yes! How high and mighty I am up on my not even twin XL,” he deadpans, observing his and the rest of the beds in the infirmary.

“That is not what I meant—“

“Silence in the presence of your king,” Nico dramatically turned away with his eyes closed, leaning on one hand while the other was holding up its index finger as if to shush you, “Who sleeps at a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground!”

Sighing with an amused smile on your face, not getting to see this side of him all that often, “Listen, I am not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up into your bed and I’m sure you did too.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“You know what, I wanna know,” you lean your back against the headboard, “How’d you sleep last night?”

Sighing, he answers, “That was the best I’ve slept in a while.”

Gasping, you whisper, “The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed!”

“I did not consent to this—“

“But my liege our love is forbidden,” you joke, laughing softly at his flushed ears and deadpan expression.

A/N: did I want to add more detail? yes. would it be just slightly out of place? yes

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[cherrbunny]

Atom Bomb

Apocalypse Au (Suna x reader)

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I wrote this in 2021 or 2020 pretty sure it was winter 2020, but ANYWAYS this is sad I love it and yeah top tier angst if you ask me. I wrote it based off the song 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛． You all think I should make a happy part two?

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: In a post apocalyptic Japan Suna fails to navigate his greif and assumingely ends it all after the love of his life y/n and his family seemingly pass <3

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕕𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪!

𝕊𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕤- anything in italics are a flashback

If only things could go back to the way they used to be. Sunny blues skies, chirping birds, and children running in the park. But now the sky has a crimson glow, the sound of chirping replaced by the horroride blood curdling screechs, and little to no signs that humanity existed. Country’s went to war and the U.S nuked Japan, and their stood Suna overlooking it all. Standing at the top of a building ready to throw himself off, wondering how he even got there.

He had lost it all, with only few of his friends surviving. That’s it that’s why he was there, how could he forget something so haunting.

The alarms where going off people were panicking, doomsday was finally here. The loud sounds of bombs falling could be heard all throughout Japan. You sipped the Hennessy in your shot glass, you had invited Suna over but he never picked up the phone. Maybe he was with family, and he was in a sense. Running with his sister in his arms the radiation had reached his city, causing his entire household to become extremely ill. His sister was coughing up blood, her skin getting colder and colder by the second.

Yes he remembers it all so clearly, taking a step closer to the ledge of the roof. His sister was gone. He had to burry her at her favorite park, which was now nothing more than a mass graveyard. Suna couldn’t help but miss the warmth you provided him.

Suna rushed to your house, he needed to get you out of there another bomb was reported to be dropped in your area. And as he reached *insert area* his heart dropped, the radiation was thick here. Low orangey colored clouds hovered above the ground. Suna stepped back, taking off his shirt he poured water all over it before tying it around his nose and mouth.

You sat in your basement listening to music, you knew how today would be your last but you were honestly to drunk to care. To drunk to know if what was coming out your mouth blood or barf, to drunk to tell if the voice calling your name was real or in your head. Looking up you see tear stained Suna who immediately lifted you up.

“No no not you too, please y/n hold on for me please”

You hiccuped as blood ran out your mouth “so here it is… our final night alive”

“Y/n please please please, I’m begging your the only thing I have left”

Night had already arrived though the ruby skies showed no sign of nightfall.

You had kissed him when you died, he hated it. He had failed to save you too. The one thing that kept him going in life, gone. And with that he jumped. They always said your life flashes before your eyes, and for Suna it did.

“Suna Rintarō I… I have a crush on you”

“Hey Suna from now on call me y/n no more last names” -“in that case call me rin”

“Your family is so nice! I’m glade they liked me” -“of course they did it’s you we’re talking about”

“Hey don’t worry if you go overseas for volleyball I’ll still support you it’s your dream”

“Hey rinnie look at this!”

“Can you believe it’s the end of high school already, I’m glad I spent my years with you”

“Let’s move in together, you’ll be traveling a lot and will need a home to come back to ya know”- “Well if my darling want me too why not”

“Riiinnnnn over here!” - “what are you doing here y/n” - “I flew here to cheer you on!” - “pffft of course you did”

“Tell your sister I said hi! And don’t forget sunscreen!”

“Y/n I’m not wearing that” - “please just for cuddles”

All his memories consisted of you the pain on his face faded and was replaced with a smile. Sighing of relief he saw one last memory before he hit the ground.

“Rin don’t cry, It’s you that I’m here with right now and as the world caves in, it’s you who I’ll see on the other side”

♡︎~𝔽𝕚𝕟~♡︎

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[animeyanderelover]

May' I ask how would Illumi, Deidara, Tobi, Shikamaru, Twice and (I don't know if you write for him but-) Setsuno Toya react when their darling is really into Valentine's day and makes chocolate for them❤️Sorry for my bad English and stay safe!

Don’t apologize. I understood you perfectly fine😉. It feels like eternity since I wrote something for Illumi.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, kidnapping

Darling is into Valentine’s Day

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎Illumi is completely new to the concept love and relationship, having a lot of things to learn. I seriously doubt that his family ever celebrated Valentine’s Day before. But as an obsessive Yandere he’ll quickly find out about your every liking and what you’re into. You might be surprised, but after kidnapping you and forcing a relationship onto you, he put much care into finding more out about love and relationships.

🤎He wouldn’t completely get why you’re so much into Valentine’s Day. It’s just another day in this year, right? But here’s the interesting thing. If you gift him chocolates on the day where people who love each other give presents to each other he would be very pleased. It’s not noticeable because he lacks facial expressions, but he’s as happy as he can be with his still limited emotions. He isn’t delusional, but thinks that with time you’ll come to love him too, making him somewhat hope that you’re finally warming up to him by gifting him something.

🤎He doesn’t value this day as much as you do, but he’s ready to give you everything if you behave well and so would eventually come to gift you something in return for the chocolates you made him. Give him credits that he’s at least willing to give Valentine’s Day a shot because you like it.

Deidara

💥Deidara as a very romantic one would be definitely into Valentine a lot. It’s the happy couple day which he plans to celebrate with his darling. Art is after all an explosion and he’ll definitely prepare a firework for you which hopefully doesn’t involve blowing anyone out.

💥If you’re into Valentine as well, it would make it even more perfect for him. I actually did a reaction before how he would react to his you gifting him chocolates. He would be totally thrilled about it and definitely very smothering afterwards. This tends to fire his delusional tendencies up.

💥He’ll always prepare something for Valentine’s Day because he’s even more into this day than you are. It just is such a special day, not as special as the day where you and him became a couple (doubt if you were okay with this), but it’s still a very meaningful day for him. Pray that the firework he prepared is only a firework.

Obito Uchiha

🔥I made a similar reaction to him as well, including how he would spent the Valentine’s Fay with his darling. I most likely repeat myself, but whatever. Obito used to really love the Valentine’s Day, always imagining to confess to Rin in the most romantic way possible. This childish dream died out when she was killed. But when you appeared in his life, his younger and more childish romantic tendencies were reborn and suddenly he was very keen on this day again.

🔥And he would find it very cute if his darling likes this day as much as he does. He’s pretty spoiling on this day and even more suffocating with his affection than usually. But if you put some effort into it too and make him some chocolates there would be two emotions inside of him. The first one can be seen as almost ridiculous for which his overprotectiveness can be blamed. He’s worried that you might have hurt yourself whilst making those. On the other hand he would be also pretty overwhelmed with happiness. His mentality is very dependent on you do every small sign of affection will be so much more meaningful for him.

🔥He knows that he can’t do a lot of things with you on this day that other people could do with their partners. But he’ll work his ass off to make it as good as he can, his old self coming out a lot during this day since he’s very excited about it all.

Shikamaru Nara

🦌Shikamaru might be a bit more lazy than others, but he knows that there are certain expectations on him for this day, especially Ino would keep asking him what he’s planned on this day and is more than just happy to assist if he needs some help, for sure preparing a bouquet of pretty flowers which he can gift you later on.

🦌And if you are into Valentine that much I feel like the pressure on him to do something would grow even more because that means you have high expectations too on this day. His reaction would be pretty chill, nothing too out of the norm except the blush on his face and probably a bit playful teasing from him. He finds it very endearing that you made all of the chocolates just for him.

🦌Shikamaru might be the slightest bit teasing about that you’re so much into Valentine, but it isn’t like he doesn’t put some efforts into it too. He prepares some gifts too and is ready to do some more cliche things with you on that day even though he knows he’ll get teased for it if Naruto or Kiba should catch him in his act.

Twice

🔘His cheerful side as the lovestruck one would be definitely a lot into Valentine, taking the whole day off to spend some time with you. He would make a huge fuss about it. The serious side of him might not look like it at first, but he’s also pretty much into Valentine, just lacking the creativity to think of what to do. But that’s what he has his other half which is more than just exploding with ideas.

🔘Twice would be actually pretty disappointed if you wouldn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day with him, especially the goofy half of him would be sulking a lot over this since he’s the one who put so much thought and care into all of this whilst his more serious side might start thinking that you don’t want to because you don’t like him. But if you’re into Valentine that’s great, meaning he can try all the stuff out he planned since he has a long list of ideas which can’t be done in one day. His reaction if you gift him chocolates might look a bit exaggerated, but he’s just completely overjoyed by this, definitely suffocating you in a big hug afterwards.

🔘Valentine’s Day with Twice will be really fun simply because he has so much creativity and a lot of ideas, also taking your wishes into consideration. You’ll be most likely busy from early morning til late at night because even though Jin knows he can’t do all the things he planned to do with you, he’ll at least try to work as many things up with you which he thought would be fun. The things he couldn’t do can be done next year.

Setsuno Toya

🟡He has the constant feeling that he has to prove himself to you, not to mention that he wants your attention and wants to see and know that he’s the reason why you’re happy and why you’re smiling so he would put a lot of research and thought into Valentine’s Day. Similar to Obito his paranoia would limit his possibilities very much, making him panic a bit.

🟡The thing is that he would adapt everything to your liking, including himself. So if you’re into Valentine’s Day, he’ll become very keen on this day too simply because you are so much into it, making the pressure to make it a great day even bigger for him. And he would be so damned if he wouldn’t make it a good day for you. He sees himself as garbage so if you gift him with chocolates it would cause to reactions from him. On the one hand he feels blessed that you did such a thoughtful thing for him. On the other hand now he definitely must pull this day off good! He can’t fail, he has to repay this kindness of yours ten times back!

🟡Valentine’s Day with Toya will be a bit more awkward because you’ll clearly sense from him that he’s so unbelievably nervous. He most likely prepared a lot of things for you before, but after gifting him those chocolates he has the feeling that this isn’t enough. He needs more! Reassure him that he did more than enough or else he might go on a rampage.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere obito #yandere obito uchiha #yandere deidara #yandere shikamaru #yandere shikamaru nara #yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere illumi #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere bnha #yandere twice #yandere jin bubaigawara #yandere setsuno #yandere setsuno toya

[midnight-pluto]

First time trying out an event

Fandom: PJO/HOO

Trope: Comfort/Hurt, Angst

AU: Riordanverse

Style: One-shot

How about a Percy Jackson x mortal gn!reader who can see through the mist where Percy hears about a prophecy of how he must lose (death or just leave him) his s/o for a quest, and in trying to find ways on how to stop it, ends up not giving reader any attention or care that they break up and possibly die or just leave.

(sorry if it's too confusing, you can change parts of it to your writing style)

NO ESCAPE — percy j.

TROPES: fluff, angst, comfort/hurt

UNIVERSE: canon-ish

PAIRING(S): percy jackson x gn!reader

WARNING(S): set place after pjo and before hoo, talks of trauma and PTSD and death

A/N: it’s been a while since I’ve written for the pjo fandom so I hope I did ur idea justice

“NO,” PERCY DEADPANS, looking Rachel. “I refuse to believe that this prophecy is about me and Y/N. Absolutely not, the gods have fucked up my life enough - I am not allowing it to happen, again.”

“Percy my prophecy’s haven’t failed to be true,” Rachel replies, feeling remorse for the boy in front of her.

“No, see, remember? Remember the prophecy where you thought it was me who was the hero but it was actually,” Percy swallowed hard to mention his former friend, “Luke.

“Maybe it’ll happen but it still doesn’t mean it applies to me and Y/N.”

“Percy the fates are inescapable. You can’t cheat them, you can’t trick them, you can’t escape them,” Rachel sternly tell before speaking a tired and small, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s well- not okay, but it’s not your fault,” he sighed, burying his head in his hands. “I better find Y/N soon,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking out of the cave.

It was supposed to be just a fun, small, 3-day trip to camp due to it being spring break for him. But that turned out to be just another time where he was forced into serving the gods with zero thanks.

By the time Percy was informed of his fate, he didn’t have enough time to cope during his trip and was picked up by his mom, Paul, and you later that day.

“Percy! How was camp?” you smiled at the boy walking towards the three of you, running up to him and giving him a hug.

“It was alright,” he said blankly, continuing his walk to the car.

That made you pause - and not just because of the blank remark.

But because he didn’t hug you back.

You shot a worried look towards his parents automatically knowing something was off.

Paul was driving while Sally was sat in front so it was just you and Percy sitting in the back together. Normally, the car would be full of chatter with Percy rambling about whatever happened at camp while he was there while holding your hand.

This time though, there was no chatter, and there was no holding hands.

“So did anything exciting happen at camp?” Paul tried to break the stiffening silence, “Want to get to ice cream?”

“Nah, I’m not hungry,” Percy replied, eyes fixated out the window seemingly lost in thought.

To you it seemed that while you weren’t sharing loving touches with each other, you both still seemed to be sharing troubled thoughts and minds plagued with worry.

He wasn’t possessed - you’d know - and he was still himself; but not. What could’ve happened in the past three days that could’ve caused him to act like this?

You knew his dreams were ridden with trauma and flashbacks and sometimes a horrid future awaiting but he’d normally speak to you about such things. You could only hope if it were such a case he’d talk to you about it soon.

IT SEEMED THAT soon couldn’t come soon enough. Spring break had already passed, and it’s been a near month and Percy has barely spoken to you throughout it at all.

Percy on the other hand felt at his absolute worst.

Well, that was of course an exaggeration but knowing the fate of the relationship you have is still really terrible.

It wasn’t his intention to distance himself from you, it’s just something he did subconsciously - a desperate attempt to preserve what was already made.

“Percy?” his mother knocked on his door, “I brought you cookies.”

“Thanks, uh, can I talk to you about something?” Percy asked, taking the plate of cookies and placing them on his bedside.

“Yes of course you can,” Sally smiled, and shut the door to sit on the edge of his bed.

“When- when I was at camp I of course had the fortune of being part of a prophecy… again,” Percy inhaled a sharp breath, “And it was about me and Y/N and- Rachel said that I was gonna lose them and I just- I don’t want that.”

“Oh Percy,” she frowned pulling her son into a hug, rubbing his back softly as his tears spilled onto her shirt.

“And I don’t want them to die- they don’t deserve that, not because of me,“ he muttered.

“Percy, listen to me,” Sally gently pushed him away to look at him in his eyes, using her sleeves to wipe away his tears, “What matters isn’t in the future, but now. Regardless if you’re going to lose Y/N, make the best memories to look back on when they’re gone. That’s the meaning of life - to cherish it, and the limited time you have here with everyone you’ve ever met.”

Percy nodded at his mother words, smiling to himself at the thought of spending more time with you. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” she softly tussled his hair, “Now I’m going to set something up between the two of you to go hang out tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles, wiping away his own tears.

“Make sure to eat those cookies,” Sally reminded before shutting his door with a soft click.

YOU TOOK IN a deep inhale before angering the small café Sally had arranged you and Percy to meet. Prepared to face him with a look of defeat on his face you open the doors, and see him sitting in the back with a cup of hot chocolate warming his hands.

But he didn’t look sad like all the other times you tried to talk to him, he didn’t look dismissive, he looked like himself. He looked like Percy.

Seeing the face you had come to love the past year return didn’t make your heart flutter as it used to however. One of the only reminders of your true intentions behind accepting the invitation.

Walking over to the table, you take the seat across him and give him a small smile that you could muster.

“You’re not gonna order anything?” Percy asked, head tilted towards the chalkboard’s beautifully written on displaying the menu.

“No, I don’t feel like it,” you shook your head, “Um, Percy I just wanted to talk to you and I’m sorry.”

Percy could feel his heart drop the moment you said those words. His head kept on making up words and phrases of what you were going to say next - anything but what he knew you were going to say.

“I just don’t think we’re going to work out,” you spoke in a soft and gentle tone, “I don’t regret the time spent with you, but it would be better if we no longer saw each other. Romantically, at least.”

It took every once ounce of Percy’s body to spill out tears from the corners of his eyes but he managed to choke out, “I understand.”

“Thank you, for everything Percy,” you hung your head low, beating yourself up for hurting the boy in front of you who had already been through so much, “I hope to see you around.”

And just like that, you exit the café as Percy’s eyes trail your figure from the window until you disappeared around the block. It doesn’t take long for the nearest fire hydrant to burst open, water spewing out when his eyes couldn’t.

A/N: did I manage to make you guys feel something? also, my 200 follower event is currently ongoing so please feel free to request!!

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[midnight-pluto]

Hello hello, may I request a Stelle x m!reader (or gn!reader) oneshot please?

Stelle finding drunk Y/n while walking around in Penacony, blabbering about how their beloved raccoon is the best gal that ever appear in their life (and singing all praises imaginable)

Y/n said all of that in front of her face, not realizing that they're talking to their said beloved raccoon.

Stelle's ice cream dropped.

And they're not in a relationship. (Oof lol-)

DRUNKEN DAZE — stelle

TROPES: crack, pining, accidental confessions

PAIRINGS: stelle x male!reader

UNIVERSE: canon-ish

WARNING(S): alcohol

A/N: in all honesty, me creating this is like a shot in the dark since i have no clue wtf im doing 😭

THE DRINKS IN Penacony's were in strong hotel bar, that's for sure. A few shots in and you could feel yourself beginning to get tipsy; it was difficult to classify if you were a lightweight or not, all planets had varying strengths to their liquor as well as classifications to them.

But it wasn't hard to determine that the drinks you ordered were strong enough to render you hazy. Knowing that it was getting relatively late, you pay your tab and unsteadily leave the bar counter. 

As you were walking aimlessly, you lean against a railing trying to mentally put yourself together at the very least. Letting out a sigh, you look towards your right and spot a familiar head of grey hair also leaning on the railing; ice cream in hand.

Propping your elbows back up on the railing, you squint your eyes at the figure next to you. She meets your eyes and turns her whole body towards you, "Hey, do you need something?"

You merely hum in response, resting your head on your hand, "No, it's just that you remind me of someone."

"Oh really?" she tilted her head, taking another lick of her ice cream.

"Mhm," you nod, "She's amazing, one of the best things to ever happen to me. Her and the Express Crew. I never really had people like them in my life before the Astral Express, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"I'm glad you see us— uh, the Express that way," she smiled, scooting closer to you.

"Best people in my life, not that I had anything else to work with before them, but still; we gained a new crewmate — ha, crewmate — recently. Well, not really recently y'know, we've already been through a lot together."

"And what do you think about this new, 'crewmate,'" she questioned, gazing at you as you look up at the ceiling of the hotel.

"Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same," you rant on and on about your admiration for her, something she knew you would've never told her directly to her face.

"Really?"

"Really," you nod, assured in yourself, "I wonder if she thinks the same way about me."

"She does," she affirms.

"What makes you so sure?" you inquire, turning to look at her straight on.

"Just trust me," she pats your shoulder.

You close your eyes in thought for a moment, "Then, it would be safe for me to confess to her?"

Stelle lets out a noise of shock, mouth agape for a moment, "Y'know, I think it's about time to go to the dreamscape." Ushering you to the VIP elevator while you mutter disagreements and questions.

It took a moment for you to lie in the 'bed' but she managed to leave your room with a small sigh, "Hopefully you aren't drunk in the dreamscape too."

Eyes widening, she realizes her hands felt oddly empty.

Rushing out the hall and frantically looking each way of the corridor, she ushers over to the railing, looking down and seeing a familiar shade of ice cream below.

"WHO THE FUCK DROPPED ICE CREAM ON MY LUGGAGE?!"

On second thought, it might've not been her ice cream after all.

#rin’s 400 follower event [🍩] #rin’s shots 🤎 #stelle x y/n #stelle x you #stelle x reader #stelle x male reader #hsr x male reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x y/n #honkai star rail x male reader #stelle fluff

[midnight-pluto]

I have returned for the 400 followers event and humbly request for an x gn reader

Fandom: PJO

Format: One shot

Character: Grover underwood or Annabeth chase

Plot/Prompt?: Reader who is a monster, but is docile and when (character) encounters them, they think the reader is going to harm a demigod they're near in a school

(Idk if that made sense but you can avoid the plot and just have the prompt of monster reader)

- PJO asker

VIBES — annabeth chase

TROPES: crack, pining

PAIRING(S): book!annabeth chase x gn!monster!reader

UNIVERSE: canon-divergent

WARNING(S): swearing, can be read as platonic, reader has sharp teeth

A/N: i wasn’t entirely sure what kind of monster to make reader, so i left it as ambiguous as possible

IT WAS NEARING the end of the day when Annabeth looked out her classroom window.

She’s grown accustomed to the sight of monsters whenever she was simply attending to daily tasks, but the sight of a monster laying under a tree comfortably wasn’t one of them.

Normally she would pay no more attention than needed to the monster as school was about to end and she could easily take care of it, but this was around the third time she's seen this specific monster.

How could she tell?

Well, when she looked away from the window and continued to scribble down some more math equations into her notebook and looked back, it seemed that there was only another student on their break period.

A very familiar student, that she's seen a multitude of times. Like sitting outside an ice cream parlor, petting a nearby stray cat, and very ominously sitting on a swing set late at night in a park.

Monsters didn't have the ability to change their appearances that the mist showed, so it was obvious that it was the same monster.

Annabeth impatiently tapped her pencil against the desk in thought, wanting the day to end already so she can go deal with the monster outside. Her thoughts were no longer preoccupied on how to solve the equations on the board, but why the monster was behaving the way it was.

Usually monsters didn't have the intellect to bide their time or have any regards to the nearby surroundings, so why was this one just sitting there?

It could possibly be that they did in fact have the brains to observe her every move and study her, but then why would they choose to attack her in an extremely public setting?

Thinking about it just asked more questions than answered, which isn't what she wanted at all.

Silently sighing to herself, she just continues to try and solve the written problems in front of her as a means to distract her mind.

Clicking her mechanical pencil once, a voice interrupts the silence.

"The bells about to ring, so whatever you didn't finish in class will be homework."

Sighing outwardly, she begins to pack up all of her things into her backpack like the rest of her peers. Looking back out the window, she sees that the monsters position hadn't changed one bit and narrows her eyes in thought.

Thankfully, the rest of the class was busy conversing with each other or on their phones while the teacher didn't care enough about what she was about to do.

Cracking open the door, she looks both ways and walks out of the classroom. She could hear calls from inside the class but pays them no mind, her concerns and mind were elsewhere.

Stepping down the last step, the bell rings and she's the first one out of the building, making a beeline to the monsters direction.

Slipping a hand into her pocket, she grips the handle of her knife knowing what she's dealing with.

However, she did in fact not know what she was dealing with.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in your direction, you slightly open your eye to see who was approaching. Inhaling slightly, you could automatically recognize that it was a demigod, a daughter of one of the olympians no less due to the powerful aura surrounding her.

Observing the nonchalance of the "student" in front of her, she stares down at them, trying to figure out how to first start up a conversation with them.

"So, you come here often?"

Nailed it.

"Nah, just came here for the food," you lazily reply, tired eyes staring back up at the girl in front of you.

Eyes widening at your choice of wording, Annabeth speaks up again, "Food?"

"Yeah, the cafeteria here is shit though. Took a bag of apple slices and saw that they were expired," you yawned, unintentionally showing off your sharp teeth to the demigod.

Grey eyes stared at them intently, not bothering to soften her word choice, "I thought you were going to talk about demigods."

"Nah, I'm just vibin' man," you shake your head.

She pauses for a second, "Vibing?”

"Yup," you nonchalantly nod.

"How am I supposed to know you're telling the truth? How do I trust that you aren't actually here to attempt to attack me?" she takes a defensive step back.

Humming in thought, you reply, "I would've done so already, simple. If you want me to go I will, no hard feelings. I understand your perspective on things right now."

"So, just like that? You're just going to leave if I asked you to?" Annabeth asked incredulously.

"I ain't tryin' to mess up anyone's vibe," you simply state, standing up from under the tree, dusting off any dirt left on you.

"What's the catch?" she deadpans.

"No catch. No deal," you shrug.

Looking you up and down she scoffs, "That's hard to believe."

"Well, maybe it could be a deal," you trail off.

Stiffening up, she tightens the grip on her blade, "What's the deal?"

"Are you a child of Athena, by chance?" you inquire.

Hesitating for a second, she responds, "Yes, what about it?"

"What's your name?"

"What?" she furrows her brows, trying to decipher what you were trying to get at.

"Your name, I wanna know what it is," you explain, but not in a menacing way, more so casually. As if you were actually a new student trying to make a new friend.

"...Annabeth."

"Annabeth," you trail off, "Oh! The architect of Olympus?”

"Yeah, what about it?" she asks, not prepared for your sudden interest in her reputation.

"Nothin,' just thought that that was cool," you explain, beginning to walk away from her.

"Where are you going?" she inquires, shocked at your sudden actions, "What about the deal you wanted to make?"

Looking over your shoulder back to her, "That was the deal. I just wanted to know your name."

A/N: women.

#rin’s 400 follower event [🍩] #rin’s shots 🤎 #annabeth chase x reader #hoo x reader #pjo x you #pjo asker anon #annabeth chase x you #annabeth chase x y/n #pjo x y/n #pjo x reader #annabeth x reader #annabeth x you #hoo x you #hoo x y/n #annabeth x y/n

[midnight-pluto]

TAG — diluc r.

TROPES: childhood best friends, fluff, slight angst at the end

UNIVERSE: canon-ish

PAIRING(S): diluc x gn!reader

WARNING(S): mentions of alcohol

A/N: shoutout to the anon who helped give me the inspo for this <3

AS LOYAL PATRONS of The Angel's Share, your parents were frequent attenders of all of Dawn Winery’s events - wine tasting, birthdays, or just simple celebrations they were there.

However at your age, you couldn’t drink more than half of the menu and didn’t want to converse with drunken adults. So you were forced to sit inside under the supervision of the maids.

Mindlessly sipping on your juice while looking at the crossword puzzle given to you by the maids as your source of entertainment, you try your best to block out the loud talk outside.

What caught your eye though was a boy quickly going down the stairs, his socks sliding against the wooden floor and making his way over to the woman who was watching over you.

Gently tugging on her skirt to gain her attention, he speaks to her but softly enough for the laughter outside to block it from reaching your ears.

‘Red hair… is that Crepus’ son?’

Smiling softly at the boy, she points over to you leading to two pairs of eyes looking in your direction; straightening up under their gaze, you look to your left and right and point to yourself.

She simply chuckles and nods, giving the boy a soft push in your direction to which he followed and sat next to you on the sofa.

“Hi, what’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you reply simply, “What’s yours?”

“Diluc.”

“Cool,” you nod, not knowing what else to say.

“Cool,” he replied, also not knowing what else to say.

After a minute of silence you ask, “What do you think they’re talking about out there?”

“Who?

“The adults,” you remark blandly, “Bet it’s about wine.”

“It is a wine tasting event,” he responds, “My dad’s made another drink.”

There was a long silence for a moment. That was until Diluc had invited you to play tag outside since he was getting bored sitting around the house.

Accepting his invitation, he grabbed your hand and walked out the front door and into the vineyard where that game would begin.

“Why don’t we play hide-and-go-tag? I don’t like running a lot,” you offer, not the most thrilled at the thought of running in your nice clothes and then potentially getting stained.

“Mm… alright,” he agreed, and began counting.

“…9…10! Ready or not, here I come!” he announced, softly walking on the grass below his boots, and searching in between the lines vineyards for any sign of you.

After a few minutes of searching in between the vineyards he decides to search the crates next to the sign displaying the fact that there was currently an event taking place.

As he approached the crates he saw your figure dash out of the opening between the sign and the crates the other way yelling:

“You’ll never catch me alive!”

Causing the adults in the area to pause and observe what was occurring. Seeing your silhouette outlined by the lanterns glow run past them, and immediately seeing another - catching a glimpse of red hair - sprint after you, automatically understanding the situation.

“Careful! Make sure to not trip - it’s so dark right now,” a voice called out to the both of you.

“We know!” Diluc shouted back, steadily gaining on you.

Hearing his voice so close to you causes your adrenaline to spike and run faster than before, wind blowing against your face and in your ears.

Making a sharp turn you run towards the nearby lake, careful of your footing as to not fall flat on your face and to get dirty. You eventually get near the water and inhale sharp breaths once you get there.

You eventually hear another tired voice pant out, “Tag.”

Diluc was breathing harder than you, weakly touching your shoulder as to make sure you knew you were tagged and now it.

Your legs were to tired to hold you up and you sat on the sand, breathing slowing down. Diluc soon followed with an ‘oof.’

“We should just stay here,” you breathe out.

“Sounds good,” he sighs.

KNOCKING ON THE door of Dawn Winery as politely as you could, you immediately started speaking the moment the door was answered.

“Hello mr. Crepus, I would like to know where my favorite one of your sons are.”

“Hey! That is so rude,” Kaeya spoke up, pouting by the stairs.

“He’s upstairs in his room,” the older man replied, moving to let you in.

“Don’t worry Kaeya ‘cause Diluc’s about to get yelled at,” you say while speeding up the stairs.

Kaeya took a long look at his adoptive father, “Are you really just going to let them do that?”

“Eh, Diluc needs these kinds of things at his age.”

Slamming his door open with a loud, “Diluc!” caused the boy to jump and sit up in his bed and snapping his book shut.

“Diluc,” you stared at the boy in front of you dead in the eyes, as you silently shut his door - a stark contrast as to how you entered his room, “Why didn’t you tell me you got accepted as a knight of Favonius?”

“I- see, you were really busy with your studies and I didn’t want to bother you-“

“I don’t care about my studies!” you flopped onto his bed, “Well, not as much as you getting accepted into the knights, but still!

“We’re only ten, and here you are getting accepted into the knights! You should’ve told me,” you say a lot more calmer now, sitting on the edge of his bed as he shuffles to sit next to you.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he relents, “I promise you’ll be one of the first ones to know when something like this happens again.”

“Pinky,” you tell jokingly, holding yours out.

“Fine,” he huffs out, wrapping his pinky with yours.

“Your it now,” you say with a smug expression on your face.

“Oh my-“ he groans, taking his pinky away from you a taking back his book to read.

The game of tag has been going on for years now, non-stop with random time intervals and rules now added but it’s still a fun nostalgia piece to do.

“What’re you even reading this time around,” you ask, looking at the faint words of the book cover. “The Legend of Vennessa,” you read aloud, “Again?”

“Why not?”

“Fair point I guess, but still. You’ve read that like, what? Five times already?”

“It’s a good book!”

“Whatever,” you sigh.

“Don’t act like you haven’t read a book five times before,” Diluc points out, “Hex and Hound? That has like eleven volumes. How do you even have the patience?”

“No, I can’t get my hands on the last two volumes. It’s sold in Inazuma, I can’t even borrow it from the library like the rest of them,” you huff out.

“That’s tough man,” he remarks.

“It really is. It was left on a cliffhanger too!” you groan.

“What’s a cliffhanger again? I forgot,” Diluc asked, sweat dropping at the look you gave him, “What? I don’t read that often nowadays.”

“You’re left hanging. Dangling on a cliff. With no one to save you.”

“…do you think that’d be something that would happen to me if I’m on duty as a knight?”

“Diluc!”

"SO, CALVARY CAPTAIN now huh?" you teased, leaning your back against Diluc's shoulder.

You were under the tree under Windrise, and just as he had promise four years ago, you were one of the first to know about his promotion. Resting against the bark you watch as he methodically brushes the horses light brown coat.

"I suppose," he chuckles.

"Making history already; youngest calvary captain ever in the Knights of Favonius, heir to Mondstadt's wine industry, and is a vision holder! How does it feel?" you asks playfully, holding a windwheel aster you plucked from the ground and putting it near his face so he could talk into it.

"It really isn't that much-"

"Ah, oh so modest as ever" you laugh softly at his face because of your interruption. Blowing air into the red flower makes its petals spin slowly, "So, is the official Calvary Captain going to show me how to ride a horse or what?"

"So that's why you brought me here." Diluc nods in understanding with an amused look on his face, "Well, you better get up if that's what's going to happen."

"Wait I was just joking-" you couldn't finish your sentence until you were pulled up by him, clutching on the windwheel aster tighter as to not drop it.

Thankfully the horse Diluc had ridden to arrive at

Windrise was laying down so there wasn't that much of a difficulty.

Just as you were adjusting to your new seating arrangement the horse suddenly stood up, making you fall forward only to have your face meet with Diluc's back and grabbing onto the edges of the saddle for stability.

Straightening up, you see your friends face looking at you with a small smile and gently taking your hands off the saddle to place around his waist.

"So you won't fall," he explains, glancing at your widened eyes.

Feeling your heart beat faster you look towards your left at the shallow river created by the waterfall as a way to not gawk at his sheer amount of nonchalance at pulling you closer.

Shifting forward, your press your front against his back as the horse begins to trot forward.

Unfortunately, Diluc wasn't one to go slowly. He placed more force upon the saddle's stirrup causing the horse's light trot to a fast gallop.

At the sudden change of speed you let out a small squeak, hurrying your face into Diluc's back and tightening your grip against his waist and the flower you still held.

Feeling your added pressure against his body, Diluc places a soothing hand against yours wrapped around his waist and rubs his thumb against the back of your hand as an attempt to calm you.

"I suppose that this counts as tag, huh?" he asked playfully, continuing to hold your hand in his.

"Yeah! Sure," you reply quickly, trying to get over the fact that you might've developed a crush on your best friend.

EVER SINCE DILUC’s eighteenth birthday, things have never been the same.

The people of Mondstadt have fallen silent, Kaeya’s usual charming nature turned off, and Diluc hasn’t been seen since.

As you were standing by his fathers grave, placing flowers next to it footsteps were heard approaching you. Looking over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of a familiar eyepatch and blue hair.

“Hey Kaeya,” you say, eyes still fixated on the grave in front of you.

“Diluc’s gone,” he spoke, voice trembling.

“What?” your voice was low, not believing your own ears.

“Diluc has left Mondstadt. He left Adeline in charge of the manor,” he explains, voice void of any emotion.

“Do you know where he went?”

“We… we ended things on bad terms,” Kaeya says as if he were holding back tears.

Hearing his trembling voice, you decide not to push any further. “I see.”

“Thank you, Kaeya, for letting me know,” you turn towards him with a somber smile and walking past him.

“Where are you going?” Kaeya called out to you.

“Dawn Winery. Adeline must know something about Diluc’s disappearance,” you say not stopping your footsteps, “At the very least Diluc must’ve left a not or, something.”

“As stubborn as ever,” Kaeya dryly chuckles.

You were going to find Diluc, that was a fact. In your game of tag you were the last one to be proclaimed ‘it.’ You refused to lose to him, you couldn’t stand it.

You refused to lose him.

A/N: goddam this was a long ass fic ; part 2 anyone?

#rin’s shots 🤎 #genshin diluc #diluc genshin impact #genshin impact diluc #diluc ragvindr #genshin diluc ragnvindr #genshin imapct #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc x gn reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gn reader

[midnight-pluto]

For the follower event, could you do a Percy Jackson x gn reader

Trope: Childhood friends to Lovers, Angst

AU: Riordanverse

Format: Songfic (Nowhere King's Last Lullaby from Centaur World and it's on YouTube)

Plot: Reader gets cursed to be monster, loses their mind or sanity and cause chaos on camp so Percy has to kill him but is so conflicted

Note: you can change parts of this for a smoother writing

CURSE — percy j.

TROPES: childhood friends to lovers, angst

UNIVERSE: riordanverse

PAIRING(S): percy jackson x gn!reader

WARNING(S): reader is kinda suicidal, graphic violence is described

A/N: im sorry if this is sloppy ive been working on a lot of projects rn so I’m lowk kinda burntout but i hope this is good enough <3 (ALSO TUMBLR I AM BEGGING YOU TO SAVE MY STUFF)

“What a Pity to Behold,”

A MONSTER ON the lose in Camp Half-Blood was never untold before, but this time was different.

Black wings adorned its back contrasted by it’s scaly skin and forked tongue, and wide eyes searching the area as its long claws dug into the Earth. It appeared to be humanoid — well, as humanoid as an eight foot tall monster could get.

The campers were in panic, Chiron shooting arrows at it while the Aphrodite kids were dragging the children of Hypnos out of their cabin as to not get crushed. The Hephaestus kids dragged out the weaponry they could manage to get their hands on and loaded them and the Athena kids were desperately searching on what myth this creature appeared in.

Percy was in his pajamas when this all happened.

Running out of his cabins door with Riptide in hand, he had not expected the monster to look directly at him and open its mouth as if it’s ready to devour him specifically. It turned its large body around to look at him.

“Rest Now, Tormented Soul.”

Realizing that of course, this unknown monster would want to target him specifically he ran towards the water in hopes that this was one of the dumb ones who didn’t know fully who he was.

Looking behind him for a brief moment he saw that the monster wasn’t running after him, just walking as if it had all the time in the world. He took cautious steps back and observed its figure and its large wings, scaly skin and outstretched hand.

“If you want to be a knock-off zombie, at least try to make yourself look like one,” Percy taunted, making the monster pause and close its outstretched hand as if observing its own talons.

Seeing that’s it’s now distracted, Percy took this as a moment of opportunity to summon the waves to bring the monster into the lake. As the tide rose and kept on dragging the monster into the water, he saw that it didn’t struggle — in fact, it seemed to not notice it at all until it was dragging it into the deepened.

Thrashing in the water, Percy took one last look at it before realizing it wasn’t a ginormous talon reaching out from the water — it was a regular human hand, and then two before a familiar face rose from the water giving him a longing look. “Percy!”

“Don’t you know I would have loved you the way you were whole?”

Not thinking twice of his actions, he dives into the water and immediately swims to you. Holding your now scaly body in his arms, a bubble forms around you both as it floats to the bottom of the sandy floor.

“Y/N? What happened?” Percy mutters frantically, taking in your new form.

The dark raven wings still on your back — presumably what was weighing you down in the water — scales now decorating patches of your skin, hair now wet and your height reverted to your usual self. It was you.

You place a tired hand on his cheek, “The gods, are horrible beings.” The moment you say those words, a scream erupts from your mouth, body jolting in pain, “I suppose this is the way, they chose to punish me.”

“Punish you? What— oh.”

“So, Hush Now. Time to Move on Evermore.”

Percy has always been open to you about the gods and all the things he’s experienced in his. From the abuse and trauma to the bittersweet victories and memories, he never hid anything from you. And oh, how he regrets it now.

He went to you when he a nightmare about one of previous battles of the wars he fought in, tears flowing from his cheeks as he laid his head on your shoulder. He heard you. The gods heard you. They heard you say:

“The gods are selfish beings, you don’t deserve all the pain you’ve gone through, Percy. If I had the chance to share a fraction of what you’ve gone through to make the burden all the less to bare, I would take it.”

Percy swallowed thickly, barely letting out a whisper, “What do I do?”

Your eyes soften at the sight in front of you, no longer wanting the boy you and so many others treasure to feel so lost, “Kill me.”

“To Open your very Last Door, I will Help you Turn the Key.”

“What?” he rasps out breathlessly, “No, I can’t— I can’t do that. Not to you—“

“Percy, please,” you beg, eyes beginning to well up with tears, “We can’t be trapped in this bubble forever.”

“No I just, I just need more time,” he reasons to himself, “I just have to talk to Chiron— Mr. D. Even! I just— I just need time.”

Your eyes let the tears roll down your cheeks as you both silently beg the other to make a move, a decision though you both had entirely different intentions — one planning to die and the other wanting them both to leave alive.

Slowly reaching your hand towards his back pocket, his eyes widen at your actions yet can’t bring himself to stop you. Taking Riptide out, you gently place it into his that was holding your shoulder, “Do it.”

“When you Leave, I will at Last have Peace.”

Body trembling, he nods his head and leaves your body laying on the sandy ground. You turn to look at him as he uncaps the pen, turning into a shimmering bronze you’ve always admired.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, holding Riptide so it’s blade was facing your chest as if it were guillotine, his eyes squeezed shut.

Smiling at his actions, you close your eyes as the cool metal punctures the scales that you once called skin, a constant flow of tears streaming at the pain of being vaporized yet the relief of death.

As your body gradually succumbed into becoming golden dust, Percy opened his eyes one last time and saw that your body was now back as it used to be — your regular colored skin back where it’s meant to be, and the dark wings weighing you down turned to dust.

Percy’s body crumpled to the ground next to you, muttering apologies and repeating ‘I love you’s’ close to your ear to which you smile and look at his tear ridden eyes saying one last declaration of love to him, “Thank you, Percy. For everything.”

“And our World will Finally be Free.”

A dark void is where you laid, but you couldn’t feel anything. Anything but pain. It felt as if needles were poking you in all directions, the pain dull yet sharp enough to keep you alert.

But then, it was like one of your eyes had been opened as you saw clouds floating in the sky. But those weren’t your clouds, and that wasn’t your sky. The clouds were a color akin to blood and the sky was a depressing gray.

You didn’t know how long it had been, but sometime later you were able to inhale again — breathe. The air wasn’t crisp or fresh — not like you were expecting it to since the clouds were literally red — it was acidic. As if you could feel the toxins.

It was even more time later before you could hear. Hear the loud whines and screams echoing across the plane where you laid. You could only wish to cover your ears to block the sound out.

But then you could. You were able to move your own body with no longer sharp pain piercing you at all sides, just your feet. You look down to see what you’ve been standing on and see black shards. They were stretching for miles, and that was when you finally pieced the picture together. “I’m in Tartarus?”

A/N: i forgot how fun Greek mythology is — my 200 follower event is still ongoing so feel free to request whatever (I might extend the time period since not even half of the requests slots have been filled)

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[midnight-pluto]

BITTERSWEET — 42!miles morales

TROPES: my poor attempt at angst, minor fluff

UNIVERSE: canon-divergent

PAIRING(S): 42!miles morales x gn!reader

WARNING(S): translated Spanish (please correct me), reader is still learning Spanish, 42!miles is a sad boi, mentions of death, ooc!miles I think?? (I really don’t know, this man got 2 minutes of screen-time)

A/N: is this original? not really. is this self-indulgent? absolutely. 42!miles is in purple 1610!miles is in red. Also sorry if this is all over the place, I was lowkey kinda sick when I wrote this

HOW DID MILES even end up in the spider society’s headquarters? Other Miles.

“Look man, I appreciate you bringing me here, but I really don’t see the point of me being here.”

“Dude, the only people you ever talk that your close to is mom, uncle Aaron, and me,” the tallest rebutted.

Miles was about to retort that those weren’t the only people he was close with but quickly snapped his mouth back shut, bringing back bittersweet memories.

— FLASHBACK

“Miles!” you called out, hurrying up your walking pace into a slight jog, “Thanks for waiting for me.”

“Of course. No podía tener al amor de mi vida aquí solo en estas calles a punto de ser asaltado,” he replied offering his hand which you took, and began walking.

“Wait, did you just call me ‘love of your life?’” you question after finally translating it in your mind, obviously flustered by his sudden declaration.

“You’re getting better, amar,” he compliments placing a chaste kiss to your jaw.

“Hey! Don’t ignore my question!”

Abruptly pausing your walk to your place, he swiftly drags you to the side of the street pulling you closer, “Sí, eres el amor de mi vida. Now, am I the love of your life?” he inquires with a soft whisper, squeezing your hand.

“My love is all for you, amado,” you softly chuckle placing a kiss, squeezing his hand back.

“That’s right, I am your beloved,” he smiled cockily, pulling you closer to him, with his arm around your shoulder instead of holding your hand in his, resuming the walk.

— END OF FLASHBACK

“We’re not close,” he huffed out.

“We’re literally the same person, but you somehow ended up emo and even more of a nerd than I am.”

One look from the other, made Miles immediately shape up again, “Um, anyways! This is the cafeteria, though not a lot of people are here right now since for some reason at exactly 3:33 PM no one’s ever hungry.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, but in the next 10 minutes or so, this place should be filled,” as if on cue 2 spider-people came swinging in.

“What’s up Miles and new guy!” Pavitr greeted, taking off his mask to show off his perfectly white smile.

‘So bright…’

“Finally, now your the new guy Prowler me.”

“No your still the new guy.”

“Wait why?! We’ve known each other for two months! And I’ve had practically 2 years of experience being Spider-man!” Miles exclaimed, making incoherent gestures with his arms.

“Yeah, but this guy just has the vibes, y’know?” Pavitr explained, making contact with Miles’ shoulder, immediately making said boy stiffen. “Oh, my bad bro,” he apologized, releasing his hand.

Miles just grunted in acknowledgment turning his attention to the other spider-person in the room, who was just standing there awkwardly.

“Uhm, hi?” they said, giving him a shy wave.

Immediately Miles’ half lidded eyes shoot all the way open at the familiar voice that came out of their mouth.

“Mi corazón?”

— FLASHBACK

“Uhm, hi?” those were the exact words you spoke when you first met Miles.

You both had been partnered with each other by default since you both were absent the day the project way assigned. He barely responded to any of your advances of being better acquaintances.

It was hard to tell and pinpoint an exact time when your friendship started, but all Miles knew, is that he wasn’t letting go of your relationship till the day you died. Just as his beloved nickname of yours stated itself.

— END OF FLASHBACK

“Uh… Dude? Are you okay? Because I swear I heard you say, ‘My hea-‘“ Miles was quickly cut off by a hand slapping his mouth shut.

“Shut your goddamn mouth,” he stares into Miles’ eyes before adding a small: “Please,” almost unheard.

‘He said please?!’

Slowly nodding his head, Miles slowly turned towards the other spider-person.

“Oh! Right, this is Y/N! Our latest member of the spider-society,” Pavitr introduced, making Y/N remove their mask.

“Hi, like Pavitr said, I am Y/N. Nice to meet you both,” they gave a polite smile and reached their hand out to greet the two.

“I’m Miles, and this: is also Miles! Another version of me,” the boy in the black and red spider-costume greeted, taking Y/N’s outstretched hand.

“Or you’re another version of me,” the boy in purple grumbled, “You can just call me the Prowler.”

‘He’s avoiding eye contact… Did I do something wrong? Is he just, nervous? He doesn’t strike me as the type to get easily nervous by new people…’ Y/N’s eyes narrow in thought at the newly dubbed ‘Prowler.’

“Well, I’m gonna get lunch before any others get here, see y’all around,” they say before making the braided haired boy too uncomfortable, and walking to the stands.

“Dude, what was that?” Miles questioned.

“What’re you talkin’ bout’ man?”

“‘What am I talkin’ about?’ I’m talkin’ about the way you interacted with Y/N! You were lookin’ everywhere but them.”

“Jus’ drop it man,” he sighed before turning around, “Ima jus go find that bathroom you were talkin’ bout.”

Walking away, his mind drifted back towards you; the you he just met, the spider-you, the alive you. Squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head, he refused to go back down that road.

You were just a bittersweet memory after all.

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[midnight-pluto]

I have an idea feel free to write it or not (childe x fem reader)

Playing truth or dare and someone dared y/n to kiss Childe (they did that bc they knew he was in love with her) she got a little angry and shy about it but she approached him pulling him by his collar to kiss him and everyone in the room start to scream and laugh and Ayato is recording what happened for later use

A DARE.mp4 — childe

TROPES: fluff, crack

PAIRING(S): childe x fem!reader

UNIVERSE: modern

WARNING: someone gets called an orphan at the end, swearing

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted! I did my best to write it in a sense where I could include all your details but if you do plan on requesting some more please be more specific so I can do your request justice

THE AUDIO IS quite distorted at first but then clears out to the point where you can hear distinct voices yelling at one another as well as faint sounds of laughter in the background.

As Ayato shuffles with his phone, he quickly sets his phone up, leaning on the wall in order to properly catch what was occurring. After seeing it balance on the wall he turns back to the problem at hand.

“I REFUSE to kiss this ginger! I have standards!” Y/N declares.

From the camera’s recording, on the left was Ayato’s back and on the right was Yoimiya holding back laughter at her friends despair which so happened to be displayed to the camera between the gap of the two.

“C’mon Y/N~ it’s a dare! Besides Childe won’t mind, right Childe?” Ayato teased, looking towards the man next to the girl having a crisis on whether or not to listen to the dare.

“I’m not confirming nor denying that information,” he chuckled.

“What do you MEAN you’re not going to confirm nor deny that information?!” Y/N exclaimed, grabbing Childe by his collar to look at her in the eyes and shaking him back and forth.

“He means he wouldn’t mind making out with you,” Yoimiya whisper yelled through her hands in the direction of the two with a giggle.

Y/N then turns to the blond in shock, “Hold on! Making out and kissing are two different things! I’m not making out with this,” she turns to Childe and pauses, “Twink.”

“Twink?! Excuse you?!” he yelled horrified, face turning pink not only because of the close proximity between his crush and him, but because of the whirlwind of emotions he felt when being called a twink - causing Yoimiya to fall over with laughter while taking photos of the current scene revealing a stunned Ayaka and Thoma next to Y/N.

“You’re excused bitch!” Y/N turned back to face Childe, creating and intense stare-off between the two.

“Y’know, I don’t think Y/N doesn’t need to kiss Childe if she doesn’t want to; we can all just get a free pass,” Ayaka begins, immediately getting cut off by a loud string of gasps and yells as she looks towards her right she covers her mouth in shock trying to prevent any noise from escaping.

The kiss was gentle yet exhilarating - with watchful eyes around them, their loud cheering just became faint background noise in the distance.

Y/N’s eyes with squeezed shut, but soon relaxed as she slipped her hand into his.

Childe’s breath was swept away and gone in an instant. He had been so sure she would’ve followed through with Ayaka’s words but as it turned out she planned to go against her words the moment she spoke them. Well, not like he was complaining any ways.

Ayato hurriedly snatches his phone back up into his hands and points the camera towards the now kissing friends.

Moving 180°, Ayato pans the already landscape view so the whole room and all the participants is now in the frame - him included - pointing to the two opposite of him saying, “That was me. I’m the one who gave her that dare. You’re welcome.”

Immediately pulling away from Childe, Y/N turns her attention towards the blue haired man and yells, “Are you fucking filming us right now?! Give that shit to me right now you little fucking orphan-“

A/N: I’m including this into my 200 follower event since idk if n e one will request but if anyone else would like to, feel free! also I swear I write things much longer than this I jus didn’t know where else to go with this I’m sorry 😭

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[midnight-pluto]

This has been on mind but if you're feeling more relaxed to do this since I made a back to back request, but what about a Sea monster Percy Jackson x any gender pirate reader.

Format: Song fic (Davy Jones and Calypso - True Duet on YouTube by Si Ditris)

Trope: angst and unrequited pining

AU: Godly?

Plot: Let's imagine that Percy exists in Ancient times or the past when pirates roamed, they meet and reader is immediately swooned over seeing Percy and falls in love, but seeing that Percy is almost immortal (long life span), never accepted reader's affection, this led to an argument that caused reader's ship get sunken and regret now piles on Percy for what he just did.

(I immediately knew this was so much, so to make it short, SM Percy knows that P reader is inlove with him but since he has a long life span, doesn't out right reject them but just subtly ignore them which leads to an argument that ends with reader's ship sinking)

Note: Hope your doing well and continue to manage your mental health)

DROWNING — percy j.

TROPES: unrequited pining, angst

UNIVERSE: “godly”

PAIRING(S): percy jackson x gn!reader, mentioned!percabeth

WARNING(S): death, alcohol, survivors guilt(?)

A/N: i was supposed to post this by the end of November— WHOOPS

“Cruel and Cold like Winds on the Seas, will you Ever Return to Me?”

AS A PIRATE, you never stay in one place for too long — the waves calling your name and luring you in better than any siren ever could. Especially when you were the captain of your crew.

Having the title of captain held a lot of weight on your shoulder, but it was nothing if it meant allowing your crew to return to their homeland safely. Being constantly out at sea was bound to make you encounter multiple types of creatures. Some being sirens, isolated islands, and on this rare occasion: immortals — very, charming immortals.

“So, when do you plan on setting back out to sea?” Percy called out to you, sitting on a rock watching you swing your sword as your feet danced with the crashing waves into the sand and returning to your original stance. “Or,” he began, standing up and walking over to you, gently placing his hands on your waist to fix your posture and straightening out your arms as your grip on your sword tightened, “Do you plan on this being your final stop?”

Biting your bottom as to silence a nervous and surprised gasp at his actions, you narrow your eyes as to regain your focus, “No ship nor crew can be without it’s captain.” You swing your sword downwards, causing it to reflect the setting sun’s glow before it’s shine being shunned by its sheathe, “We will leave in the afternoon, our supplies have already been replenished and I’d rather us not overstay our welcome.”

Looking at his playful pout — eyes bright thanks to the sun — you assure him, “Don’t worry, I— we, will return as soon as we can.”

“Hear my Voice Sing with the Tide, my Love will Never Die.”

Placing the last remaining crates into the storage compartment, you watch Percy dust his hands off with a smile, “Thanks for helping out. Not many of our stops help out us pirates, especially be as willing to give us supplies as you were — I appreciate it.”

“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had any visitors, almost a decade went by and no ship in my line of sight,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting on one of the crates he helped come aboard, “It’s pretty lonely, being alone with nothing but fish to keep you company. Of course, there’s the occasional dolphins and whales but I normally have to seek them out first.”

You merely hum in response, sitting on the crate right next to Percy as he just sat and kicked his feet out as they weren’t touching the ground, “If it makes you feel better, people don’t really like pirates and the ones who do we barely even get to stop by once more since y’know — we’re always traveling out here.”

After a moment of silence you both decide to head back up deck and to set sail once more. “It was a pleasure meeting you Percy. Trust me, the crew and I will be returning,” you held out your hand for him to shake with a smile, trying to remain professional in front of everyone. He took your hand and gave it a firm shake before waving the crew goodbye and walking back to shore.

Stepping onto the quarterback, you tell the crew to raise the anchors. Once the anchor has been raised and steadied into a place, you spin the wheel as your ship starts move. As it’s moving further into the see, you catch a glimpse of Percy’s silhouette still standing on the beach making your lips to curl upwards once again. “Seems like he caught the heart of our captain,” a crew member observed causing you to steer the wheel more aggressively in response to their teasing.

“Over Waves and Deep in the Blue, I will give up my Heart for you.”

Six months had passed since your last visit, and in those six months Percy had never left your mind. Even in different stopping points no matter how well they treated you and your crew, you had always compared it to treatment Percy had given you. Percy wouldn’t have done that, Percy would’ve done that better, they aren’t like Percy at all.

That’s when you decided to chart course back to Percy. When you announced your decision some of your crew members looked and smiled at you knowingly but never commented on it which you were grateful for.

As your ship had appeared on the horizon, Percy could recognize it. He smiled to himself — you had kept your promise — and dived into the water to eagerly swim to your ship. Using the water he was able to climb aboard onto the main deck with no water dripping from him in sight.

Your eyes widened in shock at his sudden appearance, grip on the wheel loosening slightly. His eyes scanned the main deck, looking over the other crew members agape mouth and immediately looking up at you on the quarterdeck with a beaming smile and spoke words that made your heart flutter: “I’m glad you’re back!”

“Yeah,” you breathlessly reply, steadying your grip on the wheel once more, “I promised after all.”

“Ten Long Years I’ll Wait to go by, my Love will Never Die.”

Walking along the sandy beach, you see Percy sitting on the sand — legs crossed with his black hair still wild as ever and green eyes now lost in thought staring out into the starry night sky. Your shoulders relax at the gorgeous sight of him when he notices you — eyes brightening back up again — and beckons you over to sit next to him.

Crossing your legs next to him, you look to your left to observe how the stars and moon light up his face that now had a light smile on it. Before the silence could become to intimidating you ask him: “Did you want to talk about something?” Noticing his raised eyebrows now staring back into your eyes, you try to save yourself, “If you don’t then it’s fine— I just thought that since you aren’t with the rest of the crew you just—“

“Nah,” he shook his head, chuckling slightly at your words, “You read me correctly. I was just thinking about… us.” You could nearly feel your heart stop at his words; was this it? Was he going to confess to you that he had thought about you just like you thought of him? Non-stop and with adoration?

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m confessing to you or anything,” he elaborated as you swallowed thickly, mentally chastising yourself for thinking that someone like him would ever think of you that way or for getting your hopes up after just two small interactions with him. “I was just thinking that, I’d like to come aboard your ship, captain.”

Pausing at his sudden declaration, you bury your disappointment deep within your heart and give him a grin, “We can make some space on our ship for you.” You didn’t think Percy’s eyes could light up so much, but you got proven wrong when he launched himself at you — embracing you in a tight hug in thanks.

“Come my Love be one with the Sea, Rule with me for Eternity.”

As per tradition — at least aboard your ship that is — the crew always stays one extra night at your stop to celebrate a new crew member. Everyone is welcome aboard for that night, free to talk, dance, sing, and drink. Unfortunately, since Percy was practically alone on the island there so it was considered as more of a bonding between the whole crew.

Putting your mugs together and towards the sky in cheers, you gulp your rum all down in one go. Percy watches your actions in amazement, imitating you but ending up choking on the sweet liquid. Laughing softly at him, you gently pat his back as he coughs, “You alright? Wouldn’t want your first experience on board to go horribly.”

Lifting his head back up, Percy looks back at you with a shy smile and cheeks red from embarrassment, “Yeah I’m alright, I’ve been through worse.” Pausing at his statement, your face immediately softens — remembering that he’s lived for a while yet still remains to appear your age.

Ruffling his already messy hair, you smile at him, “Well I hope that us welcoming you aboard will be one of the good memories in your long life span.” Turning away from him, you look towards the makeshift bartender sipping their own drink, “Hey! Another round over here for us!” you grin as they nod and get to work.

Soon enough, they return with your mugs refilled as you gulp down your fresh rum with Percy. Loudly cheering along with the other you could barely make out the words Percy says with warm eyes, “This is already one of the best ones yet.”

“Drown All Dreams so Mercilessly, and Leave their Souls to Me.”

The rest of the night seemed to pass by like a blur, as you were unknowing as to how you and Percy ended up in the crow’s nest. You were gazing up at the twinkling stars as Percy had his head down observing the waves in the ocean. The rest of the crew seemed to have been passed out and the ones who hadn’t, their voices you could barely make out or distinguish.

“So, have you been anywhere else? Or have you just stayed here?” you ask softly, turning to look at Percy. He was resting his body on the railing, elbows pressed against the bar, and his hair obscuring his face — only the pale moonlight illuminating his silhouette.

“I have,” he muttered, tone more serious rather than the light and playful one you were used to, “Me, her, and my friend’s adventured and travelled the world together. Y’know, slaying monsters and stuff since we’re basically monster bait.”

You paused when he differentiated ‘her’ from the rest, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know but your curiosity got the better of you, “Can I know more about ‘her’? Only if you’re comfortable of course.”

“Annabeth,” he replied with a loving tone and a smile, “She was, everything, to me. My best friend, my lover, my princess, my wise girl.”

“Play the Song you Sang Long Ago, and Wherever the Storm may Blow,”

Feeling your smile falter, you turn back to gaze at the stars with merely a hum of acknowledgement. Maybe you shouldn’t confront these feelings of yours, a pirate was nowhere near close a princess after all.

“I could only wish that I could’ve rejected that offer from the start, but of course I just had to have said yes the moment I heard it come out of his mouth,” Percy spoke, the waves now seeming more restless, “I just had to have been selfish.”

Gripping onto the railing, “Who has the ability to offer you immortality and mean it?” you whisper in an attempt to stop your voice from cracking, knowing that asking more questions would only worsen your feelings but just couldn’t.

“Zeus,” he murmured, spitting the name out as if it were profanity, “I had fought countless battles for the gods, that time so happened to have been a war. The countless amount of people — children — that had died for the gods to win the war was in vain, I had accepted their offer. I didn’t do good on a wish I could’ve chosen to have granted. I let their sacrifices go to waste.”

“I see,” was all you could manage to rasp out, before the silence over took you both once more. “I hope you won’t think that I’d regret inviting you onboard just because you told me this,” you place a hand on his shoulder, heart beating fast but your voice was steady, and looked at him, “A captain never looks down on their crew no matter their actions or their past. That’s just how things work around here.”

“You will find the Key to my Heart, we’ll Never be Apart.”

Things have never been the same since that night between you and Percy. It was hard to tell if it was in a bad way or not.

You both had grown closer to one another and in Percy’s eyes, it was amazing. He had finally found someone who knew of his mistakes and yet still welcomed him with open arms — he wasn’t entirely sure if the rest of the crew would do the same though.

In your eyes though, it was just a tantalizing reminder that you will never have a chance with him and yet he inadvertently makes things better and worse. Fondness glimmering in his eyes make your heart leap and fall down onto a spike when in reminder that it’s purely platonic.

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to keeping secrets of course, everyone on your crew had them. They all have a nasty past in one way or another and your ship was their place of escape, with their secrets under lock and key.

But why were you doing so badly and keeping in your own?

“Wild and Strong you can’t be Contained, never Bound nor ever Chained.”

Standing together in the crows nest gave you deja vu. The sun was setting and the wind had a gentle blow as you inhaled through your nose. It was a familiar feeling, except you both being sober and you pouring out your own secret instead of him.

“You said you wanted to talk about something?” Percy tilted his head, hair swaying with the wind.

“I have feelings for you,” you say, trying to hold back your voice from shaking.

Percy’s eyes soften, “You know I can’t accept that.”

“Does being immortal really mean you can’t get over someone?”

“Wounds you Caused will never Mend, and you will never End.”

The waves around the ship become increasingly harsher, rocking it back and forth as Percy’s gaze becomes sharp. “What do you mean by that.”

“Percy,” you sternly say, “I know that you’re immortal, I know that you’ve been through a lot, and I know how much she meant to you — but for gods sake! You’ve been alive for so long and after one relationship that didn’t even fail, you now are afraid of any and all relationships?”

“I’m not,” he retorts, storm clouds now forming over the open ocean.

“The only on your ever talk to daily on this ship is me. We’re supposed to be a crew, y’know, tightly knit friends almost akin to family because some of us no longer have one to go home and visit.”

Apparently you had stricken a nerve with your words, as the last thing you see are bubbles floating to the top of the water.

“Cruel and Cold like Wind on the Seas, will you Ever return to me.”

Percy that night had come to the conclusion that you were right. The first people who had reached out to come and help him since the death of the seven — that’s what they called themselves — and his other friends he had treated terribly and taken for granted.

He had returned to his island in shame and in tears with a newly found sword in hand. It had been the one you trained with on this very shore, talking to him with a smile on your face.

Oh how me missed it.

Once the sun rose on the horizon once again, he could finally see it in all of it’s true glory. It was a glittering bronze blade with a leather hilt, it’s edges chipped and worn down from its use he assumed. There were words carved onto the blade which he had never noticed before — Riptide, that was the swords name.

Wiping a tear from his eyes he could only wish that he had taken the time to observe and appreciate you just how he had just done to your own blade. That sickened him, treating a blade better than its master — how foolish.

A/N: my stomach hurts

#rin’s 200 follower event [🧸] #rin’s shots 🤎 #pjo asker anon #pjo x you #pjo x reader #pjo angst #pjo fanfic #percy jackson x gn reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader

[midnight-pluto]

PJO asker comes back, I humbly request for a Will Solace x gn reader

Trope: angst, soulmate and hurt/comfort

AU: Riordanverse

Format: one shot

Plot: Will and reader were a couple before the unfortunate events of the war that leaves reader dead, but since their both soulmate, reader accidentally starts to haunt him with guilt but Nico steps in since reader's a ghost and they are reunited and reader comforts Will.

Note: like the usual, you can change parts to make it easier for you to write.

SEE YOU THEN — will s.

TROPES: hurt/comfort, soulmates

UNIVERSE: riordanverse

PAIRING(S): will solace x gn!reader

WARNING(S): death, injuries and blood, will not taking care of himself properly, survivors guilt(?)

A/N: sorry this took so long, but I think it’s one of my longer works so I hope you’ll except it as an apology <3

THE CLASSIC RED string that was wrapped around your ring finger which connected to your dearly beloved was the last thing you saw before your passing.

You expected your death to not be as peaceful as others, that was the life of a demigod after all. But did you expect to die by being swallowed by the Earth? No not necessarily.

Oh how Will wished the string that wrapped around his his finger could be used to pull you up towards him before the Earth had closed on the both of you. But perhaps it wouldn’t make that much of a difference.

The string had snapped after all, just as you were reaching towards him, tears welled up in your eyes as the snapping sound echoed in both of your ears.

It was the only thing Will could think about. Body working like clockwork in the infirmary, working like it was on autopilot — wrapping bandages and muttered words of comfort, the noise still ringing in his ears.

You on the other hand, well, you didn’t think it was possible for you to cry without a physical body. Your soulmate connection had been severed, but why did the red string still remain?

Though, perhaps it provided some sense of comfort for you in the darkness in which you sat in. Red was the only color you were able to see after all in what you presumed to be underneath the Earth. But you hated it — it was only a constant reminder of what you once had and lost.

Misery loves company, that much was true for the goddess. So maybe that’s how you found your way back up to the surface. You didn’t know what hurt more — you remaining in the same place you stood when you were swallowed, or seeing the look of defeat on Will’s face.

Looking at his ring finger and yours, you could only sigh in disappointment.

Even when you came back to the surface the string hadn’t restored itself, the tear being obvious as it lazily dragged across the grass as Will walked.

Dragging your feet along the grass, you followed Will to cabin 7 to which he automatically crashed onto his bed with a groan. The small noise made you smile a little, seeing that he hadn’t changed one bit but made your lips curl back down.

He hadn’t been sleeping properly if his eye bags were anything to go by making you sigh to yourself. His normally charming blond waves were now unkept messy locks.

Sitting on his bunk, you lean against the wall and watch him sleep hoping his sleep would be peaceful — just like he deserved.

Unbeknownst to you, your actions would lead to the opposite. Plaguing what Will had hoped to be a dreamless sleep to replay the loss of his soulmate again and again.

After about the seventh replay, the loop ended with Will shooting up in a cold sweat with his eyes automatically darting to his ring finger to which he mentally curses himself for not being skilled enough to save you.

Seeing his disdain towards the broken string, you reach out your own hand — well, at least try to — to place it on top of his despite knowing he can’t see you. But he balls his hand up into a fist, scrunching the bedsheet in frustration.

Looking around at the empty bunks around him as the morning sun shone onto his face, taking it as a reminder from his dad to keep his chin up he stumbles out of his bunk and walks towards the bathroom.

Frowning at the sight of his tired form, you wait until you hear the faucet turn on in the bathroom before faxing through it and see Will splash is face with water. Turning the faucet handle back to neutral and turning the faucet off, Will looks at himself in the mirror mumbling words to himself.

“And people dare to call me a hero, what hero can’t save their own soulmate from a war they won? What hero looks like me? What hero can’t even have the proper skills to protect—“ his voice broke, as he gripped the sink counter tightly, “Useless.”

Eyes widening at Will’s words, you desperately try to hold onto him yet knowing that your actions would be nothing but futile.

Putting on a new camp shirt, Will nostalgically rubs his fingers against the beads on his necklace as he walks out of his cabin to which you follow.

Surprisingly, Nico had exited his own cabin himself and was walking around camp. As he walked past Will, he did a double take — seeing another figure trail behind him.

The figure had dried blood on its arm and was wearing a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, worn well if the faded words meant anything. Their hair was messy but still recognizable to Nico — it was you.

“HOW LONG HAS Y/N been following you around for?” Nico asked, though his gaunt eyes and tousled hair made it look like he was demanding an answer.

Will’s eyes widen at his words, looking over his shoulder both ways swiftly but met with nothing but the trees. They were at a secluded corner of camp to which Nico had dragged him over aft, saying he wanted to talk privately.

“Right, I forgot you can’t see them like I can,” the son of Hades chuckled dryly, gesturing for Will to step aside.

As the blond stepped to the right, Nico pulled his hand out of his pocket holding a small McDonald’s fry box, still having some in it. Using the heel of his boot, Nico dug up some of the Earth right where Will used to stand. Crouching down to inspect it, he deemed it enough since your presence was already strong and poured the fries into the hole.

Will eyed the hole wearily to which Nico noticed and joked, “Wanted a fry?”

“Just wondered if you always kept McDonald’s on you is all.”

Nico then stood up from his kneeling position and clasped his hands together as if he were in prayer, chanting in ancient greek. The environment had reacted to his chants, smoke arising and the fries dissolving into the Earth.

Soon enough, the smoke that came from Nico’s chants formed a silhouette Will had known all too well.

You were still standing, but feeling slightly different as you met Will’s gaze with a soft yet sad smile. He had audibly gasped and took a step towards you. Then another.

Then he wrapped his arms around you, sobbing uncontrollably into your collarbone. Embracing him in a hug, you patted his head — hair still retaining its softness.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Will stammered out in between sobs.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you softly chastised.

“But—“ he pulled away, looking into your now misty eyes, “I couldn’t save you or protect you—“

“Will,” you gently took his hands into yours, “You were an amazing experience, and I’m glad I could spend my short life here with you — my soulmate. That’s all that matters.”

The red string that was once severed was now conjoined once more, making Will’s lips quirk up into a smile, rasping out a small, “Yeah,” before pulling you hack into an embrace making you both fall to your knees onto the soft grass.

“How’re we able to touch each other?” you turned your head to Nico, who was just watching the exchange silently.

“You may not have a physical body, but I’m able to give you something similar to that,” he vaguely answered to which you hummed at, rubbing Will’s back comfortingly.

Reaching back into his pocket, Nico pulled out a shiny drachma. Fiddling with it in his hand for a moment, he looked up at you — silently asking if you were ready.

Nodding your head, Nico flipped the coin over to you. Catching it with your right hand, you could feel your soul slip away and down under.

Pulling away from Will just enough so you were face to face with him, you say, “I have to go now, Will.” Turning back to Nico, you offer him a smile, “Thank you.”

Surprised at your words, Nico just nodded. “It’s nothing.”

“I suppose I’ll see you once your time comes,” you say jokingly, “And it better be at least another 10 years until I’ll see any of you again.”

Will merely chuckled at your antics, “I’ll see you then.”

A/N: is this what happiness feels like?

#rin’s 200 follower event [🧸] #rin’s shots 🤎 #pjo asker anon #pjo x you #pjo x reader #will x reader #will solace #will solace x reader #will solace x y/n #hurt/comfort #soulmates #pjo fanfic

[midnight-pluto]

If that's the case then could you do a Connor Stoll x GN reader (angst, Riordanverse, and one shot form)

The plot could go where Connor tries to get with reader by using pranks or jokes but every time he does this, it actually pushes them away and reader keeps on getting tired of it (,because of how often he does it), so they tell Connor to just leave them alone and how they don't even want to talk with him.

Note: this can be for the follower event but idk if it's already full.

(You can change parts of it to fit your writing and to make it more angst)

Thank you

“JUST JOKES” — connor s.

TROPES: angst

UNIVERSE: riordanverse

PAIRING(S): connor stoll x gn!reader

WARNING(S): swearing, takes place during the pjo series, mentions of injuries, implied character death

A/N: the hardest part about making this one-shot was finding a pic of connor

THE MOMENT YOU arrived in camp and Connor spoke to you, he felt something.

Despite you arriving to camp with cuts and scrapes littering your body he still found you pleasing to look at. Never had he thought such things could still make someone so easy on the eyes.

Though Luke was the head of the cabin, Connor found himself tagging along during your tour of camp and making small jokes about a story that happened there.

And that’s just what they were, small jokes.

At least, that’s how they started.

“Hey Y/N, want some gum?” Connor tilted his head at you with a smile while you were taking a break from volleyball.

Shrugging your shoulders, you put down your water bottle and took the gum. Unwrapping it you see it’s empty with the words:

‘lol you thought >:)’

Written on the inside.

You look at Connor with a deadpan look as he laughs at your misfortune. You throw the wrapper back at him with a small laugh, “You suck.”

Small jokes. That's how you wish they stayed that way.

How many years had it been since you arrived at camp?

How many years have you remained in the Hermes cabin?

How many years had it been that you’ve remained unclaimed?

How many years have Connor’s unrelenting jokes have remained?

Too long.

It’s been too long you’ve stayed at camp, full of constants you loathed.

Connor’s so-called-‘jokes,’ the Hermes Cabin, each day passing by with no glowing symbol above your head showing that the gods cared, you loathed it.

Especially with Connor joking calling you an ‘honorary Hermes cabin member.’

It was just a joke you told yourself. Everyday. Every night. You reminded yourself it was just, a joke. But everyday it was just a reminder that you had the unfortunate gift of being a child of a god. What a joke.

Scaring you by grabbing your shoulders every capture the flag game despite being on the same team? Just a joke. Putting sugar inside a bag of chips he offered you? Just a joke. Tugging your hair every few minutes during dinner? Just. A. Joke.

It was hard to actively avoid Connor when you both shared a cabin, but choosing activities he hated was easy.

“Hey, you avoiding me or something? You didn’t show up to sword practice,” Connor asked while you were sat on the sandy beach, watching the sun set.

“I switched out. Got into archery,” you reply dryly, not bothering to look at him.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t wanna talk to you anymore and I don’t want you talking to me,” you snap, sharply glaring at him who visibly leaned back, “You’re jokes are annoying and you’ve never been funny. Go do the only thing your dad’s known and good for, errand boy.”

You looked at him with a harsh look one last time before walking away from him and into the woods.

That was the last time anyone’s ever saw or heard from you - the aftermath of the battle of the labyrinth.

Until now.

Connor eyes were wide, irises trembling at the sight before him and palms sweaty, but not because of the sword he has held for hours. But because of the person standing before him, “Y/N?”

The eyes looking back at him were full of apathy and void of the twinkle that made him fall in love the moment he first set eyes on you.

You adorned bloodied armor along with golden dust coating it along with an iron grip on your sword, “Connor.” The way you spat out his name made it seem as if it were profanity, hurting him even more.

“Why?” Connor choked out.

“Why what?” you rolled your eyes as if his question was stupid.

“Did… did you leave camp because of me?” he looked at you with sad eyes, catching a glimpse is sympathy on your face before it being wiped back to neutral as if it were never there.

You scoff, “As if I’d leave that place because of something as petty as you’re shit jokes.

“I left because I was sick. Sick of being a faceless kid in a nameless crowd of unclaimed kids. Unloved kids. Kids who their godly parents who thought of them as a joke.

“Always the claimed kids siding with the gods. Must be nice knowing the parent who cursed you with their own burdens,” your voice broke as you spoke, having held back your own thoughts for so long.

“It’s not to late,” Connor desperately told you, an attempt to repent you and his past actions, “It’s not to late to side back with the gods. If we win the war I’m sure the gods are sure to acknowledge you-“

“And then what?! Even if I were to be claimed by them my brothers and sisters would be dead. Gone!” you yell back. “And at my hands as well,” you rasped out, grip tightening around your sword, “It’s to late for me.”

Blinking your tears away, you exhale before running at Connor and swinging your sword at him until the world turned black.

A/N: dunno if the added angst worked, but if it did your welcome! or sorry, for making angst and for a short one-shot

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[midnight-pluto]

TRUE LOVE - albedo k.

TROPES: fluff, arranged marriage

UNIVERSE: royal

PAIRING(S): albedo x gn!reader

WARNING(S): none

A/N: reader is referred to as ‘prince,’ as it sounds more gender-neutral but it’s only used like once.

LOVE WAS NEVER SOMETHING THAT occupied Albedo's mind all that much. He was much more focused on how he would rule his kingdom rather than who he would rule his kingdom with.

But still, his mother wanted him to find a lover for fear that he would get lonely once he grows older. He has reassured her on numerous occasions that he wouldn't get lonely but she still tried finding a good match for him relentlessly.

On the other hand, prince Y/N was the type of person one would call, a hopeless romantic.

Their parents always wanted them to be as independent as they could be without a partner and even though they met expectations, they still longed for someone they could express love for romantically.

So, in their best attempts for wanting their child to be as happy as they can be, they looked for potential suitors for Y/N.

Ladies, lords, and non binary royalty came from far and wide but none lit up a spark in their heart just as it happened in the books that they have read about love.

They were beginning to believe that true love was just a fantasy that was made up for young children to believe in trying to make sure their world stays as rainbows and sunshine for as long as possible.

Having no other choice, Rhine - Albedo's mother - and Y/N parents arranged a marriage between the two hoping for the best.

And so, Y/N waited for their future beloved hoping that they would light a spark in their heart, knowing that the chances were slim.

Albedo however, just sighed while looking out on the scenery through the carriage window.

He suspected that Rhine would pull something like this but only hoped that she wouldn't. Perhaps if he had told her that he would not like to be arranged into a marriage, he wouldn't be there, sat in a carriage waiting for his future 'lover'.

The thought of love never interested him as a child and at the age he was starting to explore those feelings he was only met with disappointment. Met with girls with distasteful personalities and boys with egos bigger than their iq's he didn't find anyone there suited for him.

He then began thinking that no one out there would truly of him and he would never truly love them. True love becoming just a young childs fantasy to him.

When they arrived at the L/N's palace they were immediately greeted by the royals themselves.

"Hello, Queen Rhine," the king bowed as did his wife and child. "No need for that, I am no queen here in your kingdom," Rhine chuckled. "You are our guests so it would be impolite to not greet you any other way," F/N said raising his head from the bow his family doing the same.

"Now may I introduce you to Y/N?" He said gesturing over to you. "Greetings, I am Y/N L/N, pleasure to make your acquaintance," they smiled.

"I am Albedo, Albedo Kreideprinz, it is my honor to meet you Y/N," Albedo greeted returning the smile.

Based off of first impressions, Albedo seemed like a genuinely kind gentleman to Y/N but they were still hesitant about him. They have seen many suitors in the past that have seemed to be the exact same but the only thing they were interested in was the power Y/N held.

To Albedo, Y/N seemed to be more of an extrovert than an introvert. They introduced themselves with a lot of energy laced in their tone making him think that socializing was easier for them rather than him.

How wrong they both were of each other.

"I suppose we'll leave you two be for now to, y'know, bond," M/N smiled. The three soon left the entrance only leaving the sound of their footsteps echoing.

It was an awkward silence between the two but Y/N broke the silence saying "Do you, wanna hang out in the gardens?" "Sure."

They then took his hand guiding him through the halls of the castle. Albedo was stunned for a second not expecting their actions but quickly relaxed. As they arrived at a pair of double doors Y/N opened them, but it wasn't what Albedo expected.

"With all due respect Mx. Y/N, I don't think this is the garden that you were talking about," he said looking at the towering bookshelves.

"Well I didn't know what else we were gonna do in the garden so I supposed we should grab a few books, that's alright with you right?" They were expecting his face to say 'Seriously?' and his eyes full of judgement but they surprisingly didn't. His eyes lit up and had the cutest expression on his face.

"Of course, what books do you like to read?" he replied wanting to know more about his future beloved.

"Hm, I'm fine with all different genres of books but I've really enjoyed reading things centered around mythology recently, what about you?" They inquired wanting to know more. "Well, I've always enjoyed reading non-fiction books."

"Really?"

"Yes, it always surprises people when I say that but it's true, I've always enjoyed learning things about the mysteries of this world and coming up with theories about what it's true purpose is," Albedo rambled while they were walking around the library.

"Huh, I've never thought about things like that. I guess I'm to lost in my own world to think about those types of things," they chuckled. It was now Albedo's turn to be surprised. When he rambled about his tastes in reading, or anything really people always called him boring making him hesitant to share but Y/N seemed to be genuinely about him. He really appreciates that.

They stopped at one of the bookshelves letting Y/N gather some of the books they wanted. Albedo took a few glances at the books they took off the shelves.

"What's the genre of those books?" he inquired to Y/N causing them to avert their gaze away from him. "Romance . . ." They mumbled, barely over a whisper. "Come again?"

"Romance," they said loud enough for him to hear. "I've actually never read any romance novel before," he adds on.

"You've never read romance before?!" They exclaim looking at him. "Never," he chuckled putting his hand behind his neck.

They immediately grab his hand leading him to the nearest table, placing the books they previously holding down. "Stay here," they ordered placing him in a chair while scurrying off into the bookshelves.

He chuckles at their actions taking a better look at the books on the table.

Before he knew it, they were already back with a stack of books in their hands nearly covering their entire face.

"Alrighty, um, I know this seems like a lot, but that's because it is," they say nonchalantly placing the books on the table, "But, I will only give you three of these to read. Unless you want more of course."

And so they began going through the books, Y/N explaining the pros and cons with minimal spoilers with Albedo listening and asking questions here and there.

It really comforted both of them that they wouldn't be married to someone they wouldn't enjoy their time with. They would be married to each other.

Who knows, they might be each other's true love after all.

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