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thenightwolf51 · 9 months

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So i originally had this idea when i reblogged this post by @saphushia but i wanna just seperate it out as its own little prompt.

A quick context is that Danny seems to be roaming around Gotham like some homeless cryptid, kinda Bus to Nowhere style but with more vigilante interaction and casual offerings of first aid. And the batkids are keeping their adoption bait First Aid Cryptid(tm) secret from Batman.

One set of tags in the reblogs from @little-pondhead caught my attention

I came up with both funny answers and an angsty answer for that "#why?" but here's the angsty one (though i promice i actually envision it to be more hurt/comfort with a lot of family fluff)

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Something happens, maybe a reveal gone wrong, maybe he got capture by the GIW, maybe he lost Jazz and his parents somehow.

Whatever it is, it leaves Danny with a need to escaped to a new dimension which just so happens to end up being the DCU. He winds up in Gotham and is just trying to start over, easier said than done but at there's plenty of heros around so he doesn't need to go ghost and he can still patch up the local vigilantes to feed his obsession. He's just not up to being Phantom yet and he's still recovering from whatever happened in Amity, whether it be mentally or physically.

Plus these vigilantes are kinda fun to mess with. Danny can practically see the gears turning as they try to put together and make sense of his little "lore drops", that Red Robin almost reminds him of Wes in a way.

Its not like he really needs to hide anyways. There's no GIW here, no Anti-Ecto Acts, if it really comes down to it he could probably pass as meta and fall under those protection laws. Judging by Signal, Danny's pretty sure Batman's bluffing on the whole "hating metas" thing anyways.

It takes awhile before Danny actually does meet the big bat himself and the reaction he gets is nothing anyone was expecting.

You see theres one little detail danny couldn't have been warned about, and its that there just so happens to be a version of Jazz here.

Except this Jazz lost her Danny when they were in high school, as in full on dead and gone Danny, no halfas here, the portal simply did not work and it was just regular ole lethal electrocution that hit her little brother.

What if she grew up with a young Bruce somehow, whether it be because CPS took her from the Fentons after her Danny's death or Amity Park simply doesn't exist in the DCU making Gotham the city with the thinnest veil and thus where the Fenton's chose to settle down.

This Jazz is an adult in her 40s but was once a kid smart enough to go to Gotham Academy on scholarship (or maybe the Fenton's had enough money from patents?). A kid who took one look at young Bruce's grumpy little face and decided he needed a honest friend, one that wasn't after status or money.

This Jazz grew up being a secondary voice of reason for Bruce, ganging up with Alfred in their own crusade to enforce healthy habits on him in between their weekly tea sessions.

This Jazz lost her brother and could not only understand Bruce's resoning on a minor level but encouraged his planned "journey of self discovery and healing". (Though the bat costume he made when he came back was unexpected and she gave him a look to rival Alfred for it)

This Jazz grew up to be a social worker because if anyone had cared enough to take her away from the Fenton's sooner then her brother might've still been alive

This Jazz being the one Bruce calls when he first gets Dick because holy shit he has no idea what hes doing and "Jazz, i just became a father, help!"

This Jazz being a sort of aunt to all the Batkids and is a major influence that has led to their dynamics being similar to Wayne Family Adventures

Bruce goes pale and later calls Jazz after he finally gets a glimps/meets the so called "First Aid Cryptid" his kids have been obsessed with. Because this kid that he's looking at with the barely visible lichtenberg scars... that's a face he hasn't seen in little over 20 years, that's his old friend's long dead baby brother.

Bruce sees danny and his mind rapidly jumps to all sorts of possibilities. Is this a clone? Is this a trap? Are the Lazarus pits involved somehow? Time travel? He does consider a ghost but this kid is too solid and they're nowhere near the old dilapidated Fenton Works building

Eventually, down the line when they get the full story of Danny being from an alternate dimension, Jazz might try to adopt him. Which has potential to be unhealthy but i fully believe Jazz would be aware enough not to project her decades old grief on this Danny, who is so similar but so different to her brother.

(Because I think a Gotham raised Danny would've been similar to a young Jason in street smarts so this Amity raised Danny is noticeably different)

Danny on the other hand... not sure if i could say the same, especially if he just lost his Jazz before winding up in the DCU. But again, this is an adult Jazz in her late 40s with professional experience dealing with traumatized kids, and she'll do her best to help him through it

Im imagining Jazz and Bruce to have a more platonic friendship, maybe even see each other as family, but you could go with Parent Syndrome if you want

(And because i love to see other peoples ideas and opinions, @omnicrafts @ailithnight @atiyasnake @hdgnj @nelkcats @nerdpoe @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @dcxdpdabbles. Sorry i tag you guys so much but i like your writing, im eager to offer ideas, and your posts have been major sources of joy while ive been hyperfixating on DPxDC)

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #danny fenton #batman #jazz fenton #bruce and jazz know each other #bruce and jazz are childhood friends #at least in another dimension #jason reminded jazz of her danny #she did her best to help with the bat kids #writing prompt #fic prompt #found family #is it found family if one person is your biological sibling from another dimension?

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itsohh · 1 year

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Ghost and Price Soulmate AU

A/N: G/N reader, posted as seperate fics on ao3 with each specific tag relating.

Warnings: Angst, self-mutaliation, reference domestic abuse

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Ghost

He never believed in soul mates. Not in the matter that most people thought. Sure, they were real, sure there was someone out there destined to be ones other's match. Ghost just didn't believe it meant anything. Not really.

He of course had seen what it lead to.

His mother, destined to be with his father. They were soul mates and yet he treated her just as bad. His father loved his mother, sure, but he loved himself so much more.

So when that fated day came, that one when a bullet hit Ghost directly on his thigh, he couldn't help but be a little relieved. The nurses had been so sympathetic, the doctors too. They hadn't been able to save the soul mark. Now replaced with a gunshot scar. A blessing in disguise. It was a weight off his shoulders.

Escaped. He had escaped destiny.

Legs rather comfortable on Soaps lap, you hand your arm over your eyes while you quietly rest. "How'd you get this one?" He poked the scar just under your knee. If anyone else had asked, you would have given them a piece of your mind. Asking about a scar wasn't a line that everyone could cross.

"Some dude tried to go for my kneecap and missed."

"Ouch."

"Didn't even hit me hard enough to shatter my kneecaps regardless of his shit aim."

The door clicked open and you heard the quietest of footsteps enter the room. "Sergeants." Ghost.

"Hey LT, what's the sit'?"

"Price's put us all on mandatory vacation leave." Your arm lift from your face at his voice as you stared at him.

"For real?" You asked, disbelief written across your face.

"Two weeks." You heard a huff from his voice as he sat down opposite to you. There was almost a relief in his eyes. He had been working hard. Too hard.

"Well gives the pair of you a perfect amount of time for a honeymoon huh-" Soap's tease was cut off by your kick but only made him laugh harder. Your relationship with Simon wasn't a secret, not to Soap anyway.

"Alright, alright I was joking. Shite."

"Perhaps you could use that two weeks to learn how to be funny." Your eyes narrowed at him.

"You wound me." He jabbed a finger next to a scar. "Speaking of wounds, How'd you get this one?" You looked over to the exposed skin just under your shirt.

You froze for a moment and your eyes didn't go to Soaps, but to Ghosts. The pair of you had never brought up the matter at hand. Soul marks, it never seemed important. So many people so dedicated to finding that person that the world designed for them, it just didn't seem to matter for you. You loved Ghost, you didn't want to know it was because of an outside force. You loved him and nothing would change that.

"That's my soul mark."

"Damn, that's rough. Not a pretty one." Soap looked down at the nasty scar.

"No, I mean it was. Alright, so when I was a kid I was totally in love with this girl at school called Lilith."

"Oh yeah?" He raised a brow while Ghost continued to watch.

"But she had a different soul mark than mine and wouldn't even look at someone who wasn't her soul mark. She was only gonna date her soulmate."

"What happened?"

"I figured I couldn't have the same one as her but maybe she would date me if I didn't have one. Like how would she ever know if I lost it."

"So you burnt it off?" Soap looked at you with slight horror.

"Cut actually. It uh, really fucking hurt but man she was really pretty." Soap straightened his back slightly and you swallowed.

"I presume it didn't work out."

"We started dating happily and were together up until right before I joined the military. Until her actual soulmate showed up."

"Ohhhh, rough." He gave you a look of sympathy.

"At the time? Was not happy. But I think everything worked out okay." Your eyes locked onto Ghosts for a moment.

"Cute. What about this one?" Soap asked and you looked at the scar on your hand.

"Think that was when I burnt myself making an omelette." Soap barked out a laugh and you could have sworn you saw Ghost's eyes squint from a smile.

"For fucks sake, Soap!" A grumble turned into a yell and the pair of you froze at Price's voice. In all honesty, Price didn't shout like that very often, especially at one of you. Normally it was more akin to a tired sigh.

"Whaddya do this time?" You removed your legs from his lap.

"Better go find out." He jumped up and cracked his neck. "If you don't hear from me in three hours then I want stripers at my funeral." He gave you a wink and headed out the door. The fact he locked the door after him wasn't something you missed.

Silence settled between the pair of you. Eventually, Ghost spoke up. "Can I see it?" Your eyes lift up and met his. You knew exactly what he meant.

"Sure. It's just a scar now, nothing special." Ghost stood up and towered his way over to you. He replaced Soap and your feet settled on his lap. Carefully, Simon removed the mask from his face and placed it on the coffee table next to you. You watched as he bit the top of his glove and slid it off his hand for it to join his mask.

His hand gently grazed the old scar. "Do you regret it?"

"No. Not really, to be honest after things didn't work out with Lilith I didn't think I would date again."

"Why did you?" His brown eyes settled on yours while he continued to stroke the scar.

"Well, we spent what like three months skirting around each other?"

"Four."

"Mmm, I mean you're an attractive man Simon. Enough to make someone change their mind."

"You couldn't see my face."

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for tats." You grinned and he raised a brown. His curled lips betrayed him and you let out a small laugh. "Honestly blame Soap, dunno if he did the same to you but god fucking dammit was he a persistent wingman. I enjoy your company and he didn't let me forget that."

"Hmm, seems he played matchmaker for the pair of us."

"Are you really surprised? It's Soap, he loves to meddle."

"Probably why Price is ripping him a new one," Simon muttered and his eyes sent back to the scar.

"Does it bother you?" Your voice was small, quiet and concern drew across your face. "That I don't have a mark anymore. That we will never know if we were made for each other." Simon paused and then suddenly got up from the chair only adding to your uncertainty. He placed his leg on the coffee table and started to pull up his trouser leg.

Confused you watched him until he pointed to a particular scar. "See that there?"

"You got shot?" You raised a brow.

"That there's where my mark god before it was shot. Lucky bullet. Can't be upset with you an't having one if I don't have one now."

Simon let the trouser leg fall and sat back down on the couch. This time he grabbed your legs and pulled you up onto his lap. It was a swift movement that had you automatically let out a small laugh. He had that adoring look on his face. The corners of his lips all crinkled up. Now with you in arm's reach, his bare hand caressed your face. "Couldn't give a flying fuck about that shite. I'm with you because I want to be, not because some destiny bullshit tells me to. But because I choose to love you."

Price

It had been a completely innocent moment that he saw it. That mark on your torso. A cropped singlet showed it off while you played netball with your squad. A particular game that Gaz had joined. Price wasn't even supposed to be there, he was only getting Gaz. Yet he froze when he saw that mark. The one that was identical to the on his wrist. Just under his watch.

Gaz forgotten about, Price had a call he had to make.

"Look, Kate, doesn't need to be somewhere safe or dangerous just anywhere but where I am."

"John I can't just have people reassigned for no good reason. Are you trying to sabotage their career? Is this a personal thing?"

"No, fuck, I'm not trying to fuck with their career. I'll be compromised around them, it's not a problem now but it might be in the future."

"Are you in a relationship with this person? Or were you?" Kate asked and John let out a sound of slight frustration through the phone.

"They're my soul mate Kate. They don't know it but I saw it." The line went silent. John eventually heard a sigh on the other end of the line.

"I'll do what I can."

After that phone call, John hadn't heard from you again. Despite the desire for companionship feeling deep down inside of him, he knew he did the right thing. It wasn't your fault and it wasn't his. Yet he had decided to override date, to override destiny.

Laswell never told him where she sent you. On any other day, he would have said that was for the better.

Any other day.

Gaz sprinted alongside him, guns firing about near them. "Fuck!" He could hear Gaz as the building nearby crumbled down into dust, a building they had just come from.

The pair of them were overrun and for a moment he looked at Gaz and regretted bringing him to his death. There were just too many from too many directions. With no proper cover, the pair of them were fish in a barrel. Bullets came from in front of them but not at them. By some miracle, a door opened while gunfire continued to cover them.

The door promptly shut behind them as both Gaz and Price fell to the ground in their hurried movement.

"Well, I'll be damned, long time no see Gaz." You held a hand out for him and Price watched as you pulled Gaz off the ground.

"Hey, Lieutenant! Didn't expect you to be here." Lieutenant? Price never knew you were promoted. Then again it's not like he wanted to hear about you, it was easier pretending you didn't exist.

"Yeah well, not the worst place to be at. I presume you guys are here due to the attack three days ago?"

"Affirmative on that." Price finally spoke up, he could pretend at least now that you weren't his soul mate.

"We have been here since then, then you two were running through dead man's land."

"Are you guys stuck here?" Gaz asked while you lead them over to a table with a map on top.

"Of course not. We have an underground pathway in our access. But they don't know that. They think that we are stuck here, they tried to push a could of times but Katey up in the best keeps taking them out."

"Are they hoping to starve you out then?" Gaz asked and you nodded.

"Yup in the meantime we have been setting up."

"Setting up what?" Price asked and you gave him a big grind.

"Fireworks show of course. The tunnels below here are far more extensive than everyone originally thought. It goes directly under their set up so we are going to hit the supports."

"Have it crumble from beneath them." Gaz breathed and you nodded.

"Only problem is that there's a high chance that our tunnels will collapse too, we are right on a cliff face so it's gonna be close." Your Sergent popped up next to you.

"This is Sergeant Lawyerson. Demolitions and structural expert."

"The idea is we will evacuate everyone first. " You explained.

"Speaking of, we should get to that. I onto have one set of charges left."

"Right we have to be quick then, when they realise that we don't have people at their posts they might push."

"I'll go get them in place now. Captain, Sergent do you mind looking after my men? There's a side path on the mountain we need to take, it goes from tunnel to straight cliff face. It's pretty risky but KitKat knows the way."

They both gave you a nod and started to work with the squad to leave. Yet Price's eyes lingered on you for a moment. You were a storm, not one to be trifled with. You spoke with certainty and confidence. The perfect leader for your squad. He could see the trust in their eyes.

"Lieutenant!"

"What is it, Katey?"

"Fuck, they got a tank out here!" Price watched as you froze for a moment then sprinted to the exposed gap then swore.

"Right, everyone evacuates now. KitKat eyes front."

"What about Attorney?"

"I'll get Lawyerson, the rest of you go." Price was swept up with the small crowd and followed KitKat down a tunnel. He only had a glimpse of you before you ran down a different path away from him.

"Captain, this way." KitKat had a kind smile on her face but he couldn't help but feel the pit in his stomach form. Was this a result of the bond? Or was this a gut feeling? He couldn't tell.

With Gaz in front of him, he was led through the path until he reached outside. It was an old climbing path, the bridges were old and wooden while the actual path was thin. It didn't allow for fast movement.

A few minutes later his head whipped around to see you following your Sargent. "Blow it." You commanded as the pair of you expertly hurried down the path. Far faster than everyone else had. He couldn't help but wonder how many times the pair of you had travelled it in the last few days.

"We're too close to the blast!" Price's eyes went to the entryway as more voices started to echo down.

"We can't let them reach here else everyone's dead. There's no cover here."

"We can handle some!" She protested.

"Some, not a goddamn army." You were right. She glanced at you over her shoulder then hit the detonator.

A rumble echoed it as the pair of you continued to sprint. Echos of your enemies' screams carried through the tunnel and out into the open. True to Lawyersons suspicions, the tunnels on your side had started to collapse too.

Unfortunately, not all your foes were caught. A brief area by the exit was reinforced rather well and they survived. Meanwhile, the path around you started to crumble. Gaz lit up his gun in an attempt to cover the pair of you.

Price snapped to action just in time for the wooden bridge to collapse under both you and Lawyerson. She managed to barely leap over to safety but your jump, slightly further back didn't make it.

But he caught you.

Price's hand found yours as he dove prone to the side. With one hand off the side, you dangled to his hand. "I got you." His eyes bore into yours as the pair of you tried to pull you up. Yet the wood that you used cracked under your weight and all progress was lost. Lawyerson recovered and went to help pull you up but a bullet in her leg had her cry out.

A curse left John's mouth as a gunshot hit his shoulder. They were getting lit up trying to save you. Your eyes turned to see the small group that had survived. They were aiming for the three of you.

"Let go, you need to leave." Your voice came and for the first time in a very long time. He froze.

"I'm not leaving you."

"You will die if you stay and I'll die regardless. Don't water your life like this. " He felt your hand go limp against him and he used all his strength to continue holding on.

"I can't."

"They always said you were such a level-headed man. Let go. Don't put the weight of your death on me. Lawyerson will need help with that leg of hers. Save her."

His eyes glanced at the small mark on his exposed wrist, your eyes followed him and you gave him a weak smile. John couldn't say it out loud, that he was your soul mate. A man you only knew from word of mouth.

"I already knew. Gaz showed me a picture of the pair of you, your wrist was showing." His lips parted.

"You didn't say anything."

"Love wasn't an option for me. Soulmates? That's a fantasy for civilians to have. Not us. But for what it's worth, if there was anyone worth being cosmically tied to, your a pretty damn amazing man to be it."

He shouted your name and with your free hand, you pried yourself from his grip. "Go!" So John watched as you fell, a love finished before it had even started.

#ghost x reader #price x reader #john price x reader #mw x reader #modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #call of duty #simon riley #john price

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frost-queen · 9 months

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I was promised to you (Reader x Geralt of Rivia)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine, @evilcr0ne,

Summary: You are Ciri's older sister and promised to Geralt. When you get seperated from your sister after Cintra get's attacked you are saved by your guardian who you are hesitant off at first. Not liking each other at first, you begin to warm up to one another. Finally reunited with your sister she teases you for liking Geralt leaving you flustered. Geralt and you confront each other in an heated discussion which leads to an intimat kiss. [I changed the end approach a tiny bit]

“Cirilla!” – you screamed out the moment the impact hit. Bricks crumbling down, crashing down hard. Cirilla fell back. You immediately started scooping up bricks to clear your path to her. – “Are you hurt? Cirilla are you hurt?” – you called out in a panic, throwing bricks behind you. – “No…” – hearing her faint voice made your heart ease just a little bit. The bricks rolled down making you jump aside before they could hurt your feet. – “Cirilla!” – lifting your head up you saw your sister. You went across, throwing your arms around her. She hugged you tight back panting at what was happening around her.

“We…we have to leave.” – you told her taking her by the hand. Cirilla nodded as you led her on. Cintra was under attack, and you needed to leave the castle and city immediately. Hearing a scream or agony followed by a soldier stumbling in sight at the end of the corridor with a sword inside of him made you stop frantically. The one who had stabbed him came in sight as well, kicking the soldier out of balance.

The soldier tumbled to the ground as his blood smeared the stone floor. – “Close your eyes.” – you told your little sister not wanting her to see it. Cirilla squeezed her eyes shut, clamping onto you. Knowing you couldn’t stay here, you searched for a way out before they would notice you. On your right there was a door as you took the rash decision of opening it.

Quickly shutting it behind you. Cirilla let go of you while you barricaded the door with some chairs. Sounds from outside filling the empty space. Cirilla slowly walked up to the open window gap hearing the commotions louder. Her eyes widened with fear the closer she got. Screams of terror and slashes reaching her ears. Standing close enough she gasped loud, covering her mouth with a hand at the sight of the fires. Everything burning as the smoke reached the skies rapidly.

“Cirilla!” – you called out not seeing her around you immediately. The moment you spotted her, you ran up to her. Turned her around whilst covering up her eyes with your hand. – “Don’t look at that!” – you said loudly. Staring out of the window as well, you suddenly felt your palm wettened. Lifting your hand off her eyes it was clear she was crying. Kneeling down in front of her, you wiped some tears away. – “Don’t be afraid Cirilla. We’ll make it.” – you reassured her.

The loud banging on the door startled you. Cirilla panicked as you jumped up. The thumping got louder. The wooden door splintering. – “Y/n!” – Cirilla cried out tugging at your hand. Having to think quick, you looked around the room. The room was very simple. A table, some chairs, a fallen closet, and a bed.

The thought came so naturally you rushed up to the bed. Grabbing the blankets in a haste. Returning to your sister you almost fell tripping over a blanket that brushed the floor. – “Take these!” – you told her shoving them in her arms. Cirilla was staring in a panic at you. – “Start tying them!” – you ordered under the command of thuds on the door. You knew the chairs weren’t going to hold that door forever. Cirilla started to tie the ends of the blankets to one another. There was no time to be certain if it was long enough or even strong enough to hold you.

Grabbing the blankets frantically you were finding the end of the knotted one’s. With a soft pant you held the free end up. – “Keep tying!” – you told her as you rushed to the bed. Tying the free end around the pole. – “Done!” – Cirilla said out of breath. The thumping got louder and more rapid as it made you hurry over to her. Taking the knotted blankets from her you threw them out of the window. The fabric fell gracefully in place. – “Ciri!” – you grabbed her by the shoulder shoving her forwards. – “Go down now!” – you ordered her being chased by the loud banging.

“Wha…what about you?” – she wondered as you practically shoved her out of the window. – “I’ll be right behind you.” – you replied helping her out of the window. Cirilla held on tight to the blankets, hanging out of the window. – “Hold on tight, go down and run as fast as you can. I’ll be right behind you.” – you reassured her. Cirilla nodded with teary eyes. You watched her slowly go down. The door got kicked in as it made you gasp loud.

Two soldiers rushed at you, grabbing you forcefully by the arms. – “No!” – you screamed out kicking your feet for freedom. – “Y/n!” – Cirilla cried out wanting to climb back up. – “Go!” – you shouted loud as you were getting dragged away. – “Save yourself!” – fighting against their grip. The last thing you saw was Cirilla’s frightful eyes peeking over the window watching you get taken away. She nearly fell down from screaming in terror. Underneath of her Cintra was burning. The city was burning, and she needed to get out quickly. Sobbing loud she lowered herself till she came at the end of the blankets.

There was nothing else to do then jump. She let go of the blankets with a gasp, falling down. She imagined she’d break her bones once hitting the ground. Yet the hard impact never came. Instead of bruising herself on the cobblestone she got caught by sturdy arms. The person who caught her going briefly through their knees from impact. Opening her eyes she met up with two yellow one’s. The man stared briefly back at her as if trying to recall something. After a few seconds he set her down. Just as easily as he had caught her, he put her down for only to take his leave.

“Wait!” – Cirilla called out impulsively. The man kept walking not taking a moment to stop and hear her out. – “Who are you?” – she said loudly going after him. When she rounded the corner there was no sight of him. Not far ahead of her neighed a horse loud as fell to the ground, the soldier on it crushed underneath the weight. Cirilla gasped loud, turning quickly around to avoid getting taken by two soldiers that had come to take Cintra. She started running. Running like she’s never done before. Heading straight for the woods.

Geralt grunted deep walking casually between the fights. None affecting him as they were occupied with fighting each other. He kept eyeing both sides in search of something. A soldier had broken free from the fight coming his way. Geralt drew his sword slashing the soldier down before it could even come near him. Ashes falling from the sky as it had turned a dark orange. The smell of burnt and dead lurking around every corner. There much not much left of the courtyard as he looked around. Grunting again he pushed on making his way through the smoke.

The two Nilfgaard soldiers kept dragging you through the corridors. – “Let me go!” – you shouted fighting with every might for freedom. They rounded the end of a corridor as you heard the faint sound of an arrow. The soldier on your left loosened his grip on you making you turn to look at him. An arrow had penetrated his neck as it made you scream loud. Before he could drop to the ground, the other one was taken care of as well. Both dropped lifeless to the ground. A pair of hands grabbing you.

You flinched, panicked, screaming loud in defense, and jumping around for the hands to let go of you. You got pushed against the stone wall, a hand silencing you. – “Shhht princess.” – the man spoke as you recognized him from the council. – “We have to get you out of here.” – he said lowly removing his hand. He grabbed you roughly by the arm, guiding you through the castle. – “Where is your sister? Where is princess Cirilla?” – he asked wanting to know her whereabouts. – “She’s out… I got her out.” – you told him. – “Let us pray she is unharmed.” – he whispered pulling you through a door.

With his help you managed to get outside. – “I’ll go fetch a horse, stay here.” – he said getting in motion. – “Wait!” – you shout-whispered pulling him to a stop. – “You can’t leave me here alone. I am defenseless.” – you made very clear. The man pulled out a dagger handing it to you. – “Pray you may never need to use it.” – he said before heading off leaving you alone in the dark.

Stumbling a bit as if you were about to pass out, you felt the adrenaline leave your body. The dagger in your hand you looked up to the skies as they burned. You so hoped Cirilla would be alright. You didn’t care for your own life as long as your sister lived. You jumped out of your skin, holding the dagger tight for only the man to return with a horse. – “Princess get on.” – he ordered. You hurried over getting on the horse. The man didn’t sit behind you as you thought. – “Are… are you not coming with me?” – you asked scared.

The man shook his head. – “You’ll be faster on your own.” - he said forcing you to grab onto the reins. – “But… I… I…” – you stuttered out unable to find the words. – “You have to leave Cintra, princess!” – he called out slapping the horse. The horse neighed loud startling you. The horse ran off as you clamped onto the reins for dear life. The horse sprinted off leaving the castle grounds behind it.

A soldier tried to come up to you but got knocked back by the horse. You felt like the horse was more leading you then you were leading it. It galloped around avoiding any obstacles. The closer you got to the city, the crowder it became. Gasping loud you heard another set of neighs. Looking over your shoulder a soldier in all black came in pursuit.

Running underneath an archway your eyes met up with a man going in the opposite direction. The contact was brief as he passed by like a blur. More soldiers began to swarm around you making the horse search frantically for a way out. It knocked some soldiers over whilst running off. You got bounced around as the horse kept making sudden moves and change of directions. A line of Nilkgaard soldiers blocked your way, swaying with fire at your horse. The fire made your horse threw you off his back, hitting the ground hard.

You called out to the horse, but it ran off. The soldiers came swirling around you, closing in on you. You got up to your feet with shaky legs, holding the dagger with a tremble. – “Stay back!” – you said trying to sound bravely slashing the dagger around to keep them away. The pressure of a hand on your shoulder made you flinch, screaming frightened. Having spun around there was another hand on your shoulder. You tried moving away from it as a hand clenching around the back of your neck held you in place.

You got pulled back feeling the fingers squeeze into your skin. – “Look what I got!” – the one holding you said laughable. – “I have the princess!” – you kept squirming your body to break free. Before you knew it there were several hands grabbing at you. Tugging and tearing at your clothing to get a piece of you. – “I’ll kill her!” – you heard a voice say but couldn’t see who was speaking. Calling it out you got suffocated under the swarm of soldiers.

Their armor thick and heavy. The slashing of a sword filled your ears as it seemed to give you some breathing area. The hands were slowly letting go of you one by one. You couldn’t see what was happening it was if a shadow was moving across. Slaying your enemies one by one. Swords clashed in a continuing battle. Screams of pain left and right. Gasping loud you pushed the few remaining hands off you. Sudden silence as you opened your eyes. Getting up you could see your enemies slayed. Their bodies scattered around. Slowly turning round your eyes fell upon a soldier… no a man kneeling.

His sword dangling in his grip covered in blood. He slowly lifted his head to meet up with your gaze. Eyes as bright as yellow staring back at you. Your eyes widened at the blood on his face. Not entirely sure what his intentions were you took a run for it. He could’ve easily killed them to walk away with the credit of killing you himself. Looking over your shoulder, you saw that he was coming after you. Screaming loud it panicked you that he was. Making your way out of the city and towards the forest.

He was closing in on you, heart beating out of control. Panting loud you kept running till. Your foot hit something hard forcing your body to get flung forwards as you tripped. A quick scream filled the air before you fell to the ground. You rolled over gasping loud when the man came leaning down on you. Hands pressed beside your head. Afraid you started scratching your hands around.

“Stop!” – he grunted out grabbing for your hands with one of his own. – “Let me go!” – you called out not wanting to die like this. – “I’m not going to hurt you!” – he called out with a deepness in his voice. You still didn’t believe him, using your feet instead. He groaned when you hit his stomach. – “I’m saving your ass!” – he called out rudely having enough of your protest. – “As if I would believe you.” – you replied loudly using your hands to punch him on his shoulder. He removed himself from you getting up. You hadn’t heard the soldier come up, but he did.

He drove his sword inside of the soldier. You got up when he pulled it out hesitant if you could take a run for it. Before you even took two steps he grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you with him. You started slapping his hand to get it off your wrist. – “Let me go!” – you groaned annoyed as he only tightened his grip. – “No!” – he shouted roughly in your face. It made you swallow and turn to silence. – “Who are you!” – you wanted to know. He didn’t answer till he was in the woods with you.

You blinked surprised seeing a horse tied up by a branch. He untied the reins ordering you to get up. – “Not before you tell me who you are!” – crossing your arms you demanded answers first. He sighed loud briefly looking up. – “Geralt.” – he answered gesturing for you to get on the horse. So you went saddling up. – “Wait… do you mean Geralt as in Geralt of Rivia the witcher?” – you asked as he got on the horse behind you.

You swallowed nervously when he rounded his arm around you to get to the reins. He remained silence as the horse got in motion. – “I am princess Y/n.” – you told him. – “I know.” – he grunted out making you scoff. – “Well of course you know I was promised to you.” – you said out loud as Geralt quirked his eyebrow up. – “All my life I’ve been told about the witcher I was promised to.” – you continued till a sudden thought crossed your mind. – “Does this mean I am to be your wife?” – you questioned bluntly. – “No.” – he responded with force.

A bit offended you crossed your arms. – “Good, because I didn’t want to be your wife in the first place.” – you responded bothered. Annoyed you kept silent till you couldn’t help yourself but speak. – “So if I was promised to you does this mean you are like a guardian to me?” – you asked. He only hummed once clearly not eager to talk with you. Admittingly you got a bit excited about that. – “Does this mean you have to get things done for me?” – you went on. – “If that is the case I don’t have much to ask for just.” – you moved your hand forward to start counting on it.

“One find my sister for me, two a new place to live and three can… can you find me a lover?” – you requested. Geralt huffed loud. – “I’m not your errand boy.” – he responded. – “But as my guardian you can make those things happen. I don’t ask much. If you can a few done of these I’d be happy.” – you happily expressed. Geralt came closer to your ear, whispering in it. – “No.” – his breath tickled making you rub your ear. – “Guardian… pfft guardian my ass…” – you mumbled to yourself.

“Y/n!” – Ciri screamed out at the sight of you. Your breath shocked seeing your sister run over to you. – “Cirilla!” – you screamed back getting up frantically. Tears swelled up in your eyes as you ran over to her. Arms wide to greet her in a warm hug. Ciri crashed against your body, wrapping her arms around you. Feeling the warmth of her body against yours made you cry. Geralt slowly rose and approached slowly. Ciri and you stopped hugging. – “I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” – you told her wiping your tears away.

“How did you make it out? Survive for all those months?” – you asked wanting to know every detail. Ciri’s eye fell on Geralt behind you. – “Oh.” – she said surprised pointing at him. Her surprise made you look over your shoulder to him as well. Geralt bowed for Ciri. – “He…he caught me when I fell out of the window.” – she said. – “He did?” – you responded to her seeing her nod. – “That is Geralt my guardian. Remember everyone talking about that promise. Well it is true. I am promised to him.” – you explained to your sister.

She smiled at him. – “He’s handsome.” – she whispered to you. – “Maybe a bit.” – you whispered back teasingly. – “Oh it is so good to be reunited with you.” – you took her hands leading her to the fire crackling. You sat her down on a log as you sat on the one close to her. – “Where… where have you been sister? How… how did you find me?”

Ciri took a deep breath looking a bit away. – “I’ve been lonely without you.” – she said softly. – “Your promise kept me strong. The promise that we would meet again.” – she reminded you. Geralt puffed soft finding it the silliest thing ever. – “Don’t mind him he’s like that.” – you told your sister ignoring him. Geralt glared briefly your way making your sister giggle loud. You looked over your shoulder with a glance full of attitude at him. Ciri looked between the two of you smiling shyly. – “Y/n.” – she patted you on the knee for your attention. – “Did he save you?” – she asked as it made you look shyly down.

“I did.” – Geralt replied making you look annoyed behind you to him. – “She was helpless even with a dagger. Couldn’t even stab someone properly.” – he continued. – “Oh, did you have a dagger?” – Ciri called out. You hummed loud turning towards her. – “Someone from the council gave it to me for protection.” – you told her completely ignoring Geralt. Feeling a bit left out, he started to mingle himself in the conversation. – “I am the one that brought up the dagger, so why are you talking to her.” – he didn’t mean to sound desperate but it kind of showed.

Ciri only smiled further noticing how smitten he clearly was with you. You sighed loud. – “People who are in each other’s presence can conversate with each other.” – you told him without looking at him. – “People?” – Geralt responded funnily. – “You aren’t here with one single person. Look at me too and Roach.” – he called out finding you unbelievable. You turned more to your sister. – “So how did you find me?” – you asked her again. – “What did you say again?” – Geralt said bothered. – “How dare you mock me like that when I’ve been so tolerant towards you ever since I saved you.” – he continued in a deep voice. Ciri pressed her lips together to hide her wide smile as you got up to face him.

“Who’s fault do you think it is I was promised and got this stupid cut.” – you said to him annoyed. Geralt leaned in pulling your hair up to reveal the cut in your neck. – “What do you mean stupid cut? It’s pretty.” – he answered loudly letting go of your hair. You gasped loud, touching your hair. – “Did you just hit me on the head?” – you called out as he smiled sarcastically at you. – “I think you like him.” – Ciri teased. You shot her a glare for teasing you like that. – “I think you should be nicer to him.” – she added as Geralt smiled her way.

“He was like that from the start towards me!” – you told her. – “You are not to be my wife! I am not your guardian!” – you started listing them up. – “You thought you were nice to me when you said those things back.” – you continued sarcastically. – “I said all that for your sake.” – Geralt replied. – “If you really want what’s best for me go find me a lover!” – you shouted at him. – “A new place to live and a lover. What kind of promised guardian are you even!” – you started listing again counting on your fingers.

“Your lover is right here.” – Geralt answered loudly. – “Where? Where I don’t see him!” – you replied looking around as if one would appear. – “Right here! In front of you, me!” – he shouted pointing firm at himself. Your eyes widened at the sudden confession as a flush went up your cheeks. He was panting loudly staring harshly at you. Ciri felt like interrupting, so she kept quiet and turned away. Geralt laid his hands against your cheeks, pulling you close. Heart beating loudly he brought your lips to his.

The moment his lips kissed yours, you surrendered completely to him. The kiss was soft at first till he demanded more. Kissing you rougher as you just had to follow his pace. He only stopped kissing you when Ciri cleared her throat loud. – “As I was saying you like him.” – she told you with a wide smile. You could throw something at her for being so obvious.

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myunghology · 1 year

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walk me home — hellovenus

project sekai boys and how they love.

— akito, toya, tsukasa, rui x gn! reader (seperate) got this idea from a post user @/akiitos tagged me in 🫶🫶🫶 ALSO FASTEST WORK I'VE EVER MADE WITH 4 CHARACTERS? I DID IT IN ONLY AN HOUR

✦ akito shinonome

he's a bit passive aggressive. but you know he loves you dearly.

he loves by telling you aggressively not to overwork, just because he seems distant doesn't mean he doesn't care about you. and then when you don't, he lightly scolds you, calling you stupid for not listening to him, but even after all that, he still takes care of you.

he loves by looking out for you. telling people to shut up because your sleeping— telling people to fuck off because you're getting uncomfortable and because he knows you're too nice to say anything.

he loves by treating you sometimes with his own hard earned money. akito wants to take you out with his own money. not anyone else's. refuses to buy anything for you unless it's with his money.

he loves by being attentive. you send a chat that you're tired, and he reads it immediately. you might think he ignored you but 7 minutes later he's outside your house with some snacks so he can help you with whatever your dealing with. he walks in before closing the door with the spare key you gave him, going inside your room saying, “i heard someone was stressed.”

he loves by being an asshole. you were so sick of him that you say, “why are you always such an ass to me? what the fuck did i do?” and he replies with “I'm 'such an ass' because I'm in love with you, you fucking dumbass.” that was basically how he confessed.

✦ toya aoyagi

toya is an interesting person, it's hard to tell what he's thinking, but besides that, you still love him.

he loves by being considerate without you asking. one time, he heard you were having difficulties with an exam. so he came over and studied— even if he was tired, he's still considering you. motivating you even though your also tired.

he loves by giving you gifts as appreciation. we all know toya has a habit of literally winning a lot of stuff in arcades, so most of his winnings go mostly to you. you know, your plushies have their own bed now because of him.

he loves by reassuring you with anything and everything. telling you even when you're stuggling, bad times and good times, that he's still in love with you, even in arguments. tells you he'll still love you as you are whenever your too shy. tells you it's okay to make mistakes.

he loves by doing what he dislikes the most just for you. even if you never asked for it. you could say you love piano covers and suddenly he sends you a recording of him playing your favorite song on the piano even though it brings him unpleasant memories, he knows you'd never do something he doesn't like, but he can't help but do it for the person he loves.

✦ tsukasa tenma

tsukasa is a very, very energetic person. which makes him hard to get along with especially if you're an introvert.

he loves by making you smile almost always. how he goes the most goofiest shit just to see you smile. the lengths he goes just to see you happy. wxs calls him a simp, but who is he to deny that? even before you both start dating, his focus is always on you. and saki

he loves by showing you off / flexing you. you just laugh it off, but he really likes doing it. he always goes "oh my god their so amazing how could I get so lucky" etc. people give him weird stares, but he says everything he says is true.

he loves by helping with your social skills. if you're anxious, of course. he isn't afraid to introduce you to his other friends, encouraging you to talk, even if you don't want to, it's okay. he'll talk for you, no problem.

he loves by always spending time with you. he's always with you to the point that when you two are seperated, something went wrong. but really, he's just really busy. even if he is busy, he always makes time for you, checkin up on you everyday, and gets worried when you don't reply.

✦ rui kamishiro

rui is also an interesting person. you question him sometimes, but you still love him.

he loves by flirting with you. will stop if you're uncomfortable of course, but if you aren't, pickup lines are daily. and it isn't those weird cheesy ones. it's the ones that come out of no where. when you say something— he always has a pick up line to say. it's a 6th sense at this point.

he loves by listening to you. when you tell him to eat and stop being picky, he's pouting while eating vegetables. listening to you also means while you're sad. he's all ears. giving advice there and then unless you only want him to listen. and he's greatful that you're willing to share with him.

he loves by always willing to help you with anything. especially with robotics if you take it. he's really smart, you know. but he just.. doesn't use his smartness well if you know what I mean. if you two listen enough in class, then you two are definitely passing.

he loves by always noticing you when you're left out. he sees your trying to talk but other people keep interrupting. suddenly his voice gradually gets loulder when he says "ah wait [name], what were you trying to say?" always considering you even in moments like these, and you always appreciate it.

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bayothemayo · 1 year

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OMFGGG (ﾉ´ з `)ノ HI HI I RQ THAT AKIRA X YOR BASED READER AND UGGHGHGHGH YOU WROTE IT SO WELL !!!!!!! ESP WHEN YOU ADDED AMAGI (」°ロ°)」 !! ♡♡♡♡ I also saw you opening reqs again (or like, recently made a post abt it and putting it in some tags (￣▽￣;)ゞHEHE) and wanted to request AGAIN!!: this time for the Persona Protags (Seperately) with reader who is a persona user just like them, but reader's persona method is completely different to theirs?? (EXAMPLE: Akira x P4!reader, Yu x P3!reader, and Minato x P5!reader) HCs again!! I've seen other Persona blogs get similar req like this, where they write the reactions to the boys seeing reader using a persona different from theirs BUT!! (｡•́︿•̀｡) wouldn't it... lowk be funny if reader and the boys met after encountering each other in the Metaverse and getting into a fight with them?? LIKE in Akira's case where he and the other PTs learnt abt another intruder and they're on edge, imagine they meet reader and think she's the intruder ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)!!?? you can branch off whatever ideas you have for this since, tbh, IM NOT TOO SURE ABT IT EITHER!! i thoguht abt it in the spur of the moment ig but this can be optional for whether or not you want to write this in!! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ hehe this ask is longer than the last one I sent in SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO READ MY INFO DUMP .. BUT WHATEVES!! TY AGAIN FOR ANSWERING MY LAST REQS AND REMEMBER, STAY SLAYING!!!!!!

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

Note: This is a little bit of swearing and very long.

Akira Kurusu

After hearing about another person running around in the Metaverse, the group was on edge.

One time they were at the Mementos and Oracle detects a presence, a human presence.

Naturally, they thought the person were the Black Mask.

When they met you, they accused you of being the Black Mask

Obviously you were confused, “Black Mask? Causing mental shutdowns? Are you good?”

Then you got into the fight with them

If you used an Evoker, they would freak out. They literally thought you were going to…make yourself sleep forever. The entire team’s heart basically skipped a beat. Akira just stared at you with wide eyes and mouth open.

If you used a Tarot card, the team will be confused. Akira will notice what kind of card will be floating in your hand. The Fool, Emperor, Lovers, etc. You destroyed your Tarot card with your weapon

He got to hand it out to you, you are pretty good. You even got some critical hits, and able to get the correct weakness of Joker's Personas.

You were defeated

However, you convinced them that you were not the Black Mask. Oracle also agrees with you as she analyzes your Persona and their levels and concludes that you would be at a higher level.

The group apologizes, but you forgave them.

You join their group to take down the Black Mask.

You seem to get along with Akira the most. Most likely due to your other friend is almost like them.

You chat to him a how you summon your Persona. Accepting death or accepting yourself.

You help out the group if they are struggling on fighting shadows.

Akira, in turn, helps you out with all the Phantom Thieve stuff.

Being sneaky wasn't the main factor in your last adventure, so you often get caught by a shadow.

Yu Narukami

The Investigate Team was training inside the Midnight Channel when Kujikawa sense a presence.

Believing that this could be the person who keeps throwing people into the Midnight Channel, they immediately went to the area where the presence is at.

The team met you, who was wandering around because you can't see anything.

They accuse you of being the person who caused the killings. You objected to the accusation, saying that you would never attempt to kill someone.

Though they didn't seem to be convinced as they decide to start a fight with you.

If you summon your Persona with a Mask, which is most likely the reason why they thought you were a killer, they flinch at the sight of blood going down your face and the blood dripping down the floor. You seem unfazed by this, which make them a little concerned.

If you summon using an Evoker, expect the same reaction as the Phantom Thieves. When they saw you took out the Evoker. They thought it was a real gun and start to freak out. Pretty sure Yosuke will pee himself. The group will run to what ever object nearby in hopes that the bullet won't go through the object. Instead, you put the Evoker towards your head. Rise let out a shout, which in turn made the team look at you as you just pulled the trigger. Instead of seeing a corpse, they instead saw your Persona. Narukami was wide-eyed the entire event

During the battle, Rise senses another presence. However, the presence was weak and surrounded by shadows.

They stopped the fight after Rise told them that they believed that another victim was just thrown into the Midnight Channel.

Since you were with them while the person was thrown into here, they are now convinced you are not the killer.

You joined the Investigate Team!

Narukami asks you about your previous adventures when he hangs out with you. You always recount the good memories of your old teammates, and how Narukami reminds them of their old leaders.

If you are able to get your old teammates to help you with the investigation, you give Narukmai a nudge, "Don't mess with Kirijo-san/Niijima-san, they WILL whoop your ass."

Minato Arisato

While they were approaching the boss, Yamagishi sense a different presence.

The group got concern considering that ordinary people get stranded in the Dark Hour.

They quickly went to the location, and then they met you.

However, Yamagishi notices that you were quite strong. S.E.E.S immediately thought you were a member of Strega. You objected the claim.

"What the hell is Strega?"

You got into the fight, sadly.

If you summon through a Mask, he will be shock about the amount of blood on your face. It will take a little time for him to get used to it.

If you summon through a Tarot Card, they would be confused as how you summoned the card above your hand. Minato knows the card is, since they appear in his head time from time. Because of the Social Links, he can tell what card you had in your hand.

Kirijo stopped the battle when she notices that you didn't summon your Persona with an Evoker. She tells the group that summoning through a Mask/Card will be near impossible, because it will be difficult to make them function to summon a Persona just from Crushing/Ripping them.

The revelation was short-lived when the boss interrupted the conversation.

You fight alongside the S.E.E.S after that.

You talked about your old members to Arisato. Sometimes talked about your struggles in your adventures, either personal or the fighting.

All of Them

The year got closer to end. You were alone with Akira/Yu/Minato having small talk. You tap their shoulder, and you got close to their ear, "Someone might die in this journey...and a god might be behind all this. Be careful." They looked at you, to see a serious look in your eyes. A look of someone who seen a tragedy... Before they ask about what you are talking about, someone calls you over. You give them a pat on the back before walking over to the person that called you over. They are left to ponder on what you said.

#akira kurusu x reader #yu narukami x reader #minato arisato x reader #ren amamiya x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 4 x reader #Persona 3 x reader #headcanon #persona headcanons #requested

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sakuraoora · 2 years

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IF YOU KNEW IT ALL THEN, WOULD YOU DO IT AGAIN ?

(WOULD YOU DO IT AGAIN ?)

SYNOPSIS. things they did that made you break up

SHIPS. tighnari, kazuha, childe x reader (SEPERATE)

TAGS. REPOST BECAUSE I POSTED IT AT THE WRONG TIME, angst, breakup, short but its actually a little longer than i thought it would be, part two of they don't deserve you because of its great reception. written at a stunning 12 in the morning on a school day because yes. title is inspired by billie eyelish. unintentionally made childe's a bit longer because dear lord the angst potential that man has.

tighnari would experiment on himself, eating possibly poisonous mushrooms and generally giving you a heart attack as well as needing to help him recuperate for the next few days. after a while, you thought: if i wasn't there to take care of him, would he stop almost killing himself for his research?

and so you left him, and you were right. he stopped nearly killing himself for research, but he nearly killed himself asking over and over again what went wrong with your relationship.

kazuha would try to avoid any conflict between you two, being a HUGE pacifist. eventually, him avoiding conflict was what started the arguing, you telling him that he didn't see value in you because all he ever did was ignore you, day after day.

so you formally cut off your relationship with him. and now, the warmth in his art is gone, never to come back. what would've happened if he never was like this? kazuha would think. what if you were still together?

childe loves the thrill of battle, and everyone knows this. but, he also loves his family to death. everyone also knows this. he'd go to the moon and back to protect his loved ones; and yet... he's afraid of them seeing him like he truly is in the middle of battle with a grin that looks terrifying. so he never showed you, or his family, that side of him. until you forcefully found out what he was like. you still loved him, yet childe had insecurities, ones that made him believe you'd never love him the same if you ever saw him like that, no matter how much you told him that you'd still love him.

after a while, you just... gave up and left. he didn't seem to realize how much you truly cared about him, so why try convincing him otherwise? and when childe finally realized it... it was already way too late, for both him and your relationship

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Hi, are your requests open? If not, ignore this please, but I would really, really like a chishiya x reader fluff where readers love language is "nah I'll do it for you" but not like grand gestures, just random things. Kinda like the peeling an orange thing, or going downstairs to get a snack or running a bath after a hard day. But like, it goes both ways, reader doing stuff for chishiya and vice versa. Also, could it be post borderlands where they remember everything? Feel free to change anything or don't do it at all, I wouldn't mind. Also, I haven't ever actually requested with my real username, so I don't know if it would notify me if you post with this, but can you @ me? Bye and I really enjoy your writing!!!

I'll Do It!

requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntarō chishiya x gn!reader genre: fluff, angst if you squint warning(s): mentions of nightmares, fluff, mentions of sleeping pills, mentions of very poor mental health, chishiya being sweet towards reader (shock horror gasp), mentions of trouble sleeping, mentions of eating disorder summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 word count: 1k a/n: ofc you can! my requests are practically always open and i do try my hardest to get through them, so sorry if this is late lol. also, think this is so cute and you have a great idea. just to add, can somone request something for bang chan please lmao, i wanna write for him but all my ideas are literally gone lmao. make sure to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (P.s so sorry this took a while, ive been busy recently lol) tags: @ultimate-duck-king-lucifer

you and chishiya did absolutely everything for eachother. you both remembered the borderlands, which was a downside for the both of you, but you did both get over it. when chishiya went back to work, a lot changed.

it was almost as though he was never around, and he either worked so late that you were already asleep, or he would just crash when he got home. but of course, on the rare occasions he was working from home, you would bring him snacks and keep him company while he did so.

you had am office in your house that you had both decorated with comfy sofas, so you would sit and scroll through your phone while he worked, occasionally getting up to get a snack or a drink and bringing something back for him. you would also stand behind him sometimes and ask what he was doing, resulting in you being confused with the big fancy doctor words your boyfriend used in order to explain, so you ended up just sitting back down and pretending to understand (which he knew you wouldn't, and just chuckled anyways).

of course, you worked aswell, which also resulted in chishiya doing things for you. your work was mainly based at home, but you would have to go out and about to the office and do stuff sometimes. if it was a particularly stressful day, chishiya would run you a bath for after you finished work, and if you were working in the seperate office you had in your home, he would peep his head around the door and ask if you needed anything. if chishiya knew that you hadn't eaten anything yet, and you had said no to him asking if you needed anything, he would go get you a snack nontheless.

even though you both led very busy lives with your work, you also made time to cuddle in bed on a night, which took chishiya a while to get used to, but it was definately worth it.

there also lead to a problem with sleeping. sometimes one of you would have a nightmare and unintentionally wake the other, resulting in the other holding the other in their arms while the other calmed down and went back to sleep. more times than others, chishiya wouldn't wake you up when he had a nightmare, because he was a silent sleeper. but you, however, did wake him up since you were a quiet sleeper, but a one that moved around quite a lot. so you thrashed around quite a lot, with the occasional mutter of "no" or sometimes even you screamed.

the first time this did happen, however, chishiya thought there was an intruder, so he ultimately went into panic mode aswell, jumping awake and turning the light on, before realising it was just a nightmare you were having. he managed to wake you up as softly as he could, holding you in his arms as he whispered to you that everything would just about be alright. you believed him, well, almost.

the time he woke you up, he was just flinching and twitching in his sleep, and you woke him up. chishiya being chishiya, though, pretended nothing was wrong, but didn't say no to you holding him until he wemt back to sleep.

you almost believed that everything would be alright, because when your mental health started to slowly get worse, so did the nightmares. chishiya did notice you slowly started to eat less, and also sleep less, but he thought you would manage to get yourself back up on your feet. only when you started to get a lot worse, did he start to intervene.

it started off slow, just small snacks, before it turned into small meals, then bigger meals, then you were eating properly again. but that didn't change your sleeping. even though your eating patterns were improving, your nightmares were still getting worse.

almost every night you woke up screaming and crying, but even the nights you didn't, you would still be up throughout the night. chishiya was starting to get worried, even though he didn't show it that much, he worried.

after a while, you got a cat, aswell as sleeping pills perscribed from your doctor boyfriend himself. he thought the cat would help with anxiety, and the pills with sleeping. and they did, for a while at least. as much as chishiya loved you, he couldn't keep waking up due to your screams and nightmares.

the pills worked for around a month, before you started to get worse again. the pills weren't working as much as they used to and you were waking up a lot more. you had both tried everything, from pills to pillow mist, nothing was working.

your cat, did hep with bits of anxiety when you had the occasional anxiety or panic attack. but other than that, you were practically on your own. chishiya did help, but he wasn't there all the time. he did advise you to go get therapy, but even if you did, nobody would believe you other than the man l who suggested it himself.

at this point, you were barely sleeping. you would try not to wake chishiya, but whenever you were awake, so was he. it was almost as though he just knew you would be awake.

this one particular night, you had a worse nightmare, you were thrashing around all night and chishiya was awake. it was only when the screams started that he woke you up, you were hitting his chest in protest until you realised it was him.

"sh, sh, sh" he says, bringing your sobbing frame into his arms, your face soaking his night shirt with your tears. "you're okay, i'm here, everything is okay" he whispers, stroking your hair and leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.

your sobs eventually died down, and chishiya just about thought you were asleep until you whispered.

"i'm sorry" you whispered into his chest.

"what for?" he says, cupping your cheeks in his hands and making you move your head so you were looking at him.

"keeping you awake every night" you whisper back.

"honey, it's fine, as long as you're okay" he says, bringing you back into his chest.

"i love you" you mutter, and you just about hear him say it back before sleep overcame you.

#alice in borderland #fluff #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya angst #chishiya fluff

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trans-luis-serra-navarro · 3 months

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hi! do you have serennedy headcanons about luis and leon being parents?

Hello!! Of course I do omg are you kidding me!!!!!!! I have a whole tag on my main @wisecrackingeric-2 titled ‘DadSerennedyAU’ if you wanna see my own spin on the idea!!!!! ORRRR if you wanna read something from yet another incredibly talented artist and author I CANNOT recommend @mooseonahunt ‘s AU enough!!!! And I know the lovely @geddy-leesbian has made some posts on this subject also!!!!!!!

But in terms of Headcannons I have plenty!! I’ll put them below the cut to avoid clogging anyone’s dashes!!

Edit: THIS IS UH UM. V E R Y LONG. I WENT KINDA BUCKWILD WITH THIS ONE AHDNCHDNXUXJXJ SO UH PLEASE ENJOY I GUESS!!

• First and foremost they are t4t. Sorry I don’t make the rules (also. Look at my blog name HQNAHWNEHDNDUDJ /lh)

• I imagine it was probably Luis who wanted a kid- we don’t know much about Leon’s childhood other than the fact that his parents died (the very wonderful @highball66 has some more information on the backstory we DO have for him!!) and thus we don’t really have a good idea of what his relationship with his parents might’ve been- but Luis is the TOTAL opposite. We know from context clues that he had a really strong relationship with his Grandfather, who went as far as to encourage his love for science and the unorthodox in an incredibly strict Catholic environment, and it’s implied on some level that Bitores Mendez had some hand in helping raise him, so I can imagine that Luis is very attached to the idea of parenthood and would probably wanna be the same kind of man his Grandfather was to him!!!

• Leon???? Realistically???? Probably a whole lot more hesitant- like he almost dies on the job everyday there’s no way he’d feel fit enough to raise a kid. But also,,,,, this is resident evil and also fiction where we can do whatever the hell we want so hell yeah he comes around to the idea eventually!!!!!!

• Luis is probably accidentally VERY clingy with their kid/a lil overbearing during the toddler age. Everything he’s ever contributed to in his life has either hurt others or he’s destroyed it one way or another- and everyone he’s held closest to him dies in some way. And going off of the first point, he’s probably put a LOT of pressure on himself to be a good Dad like his Grandfather was, so that usually ends up with him hogging the baby HCNNSSNSJSNIS

• Leon, again similar to my last point, would probably have the opposite reaction where he has this gut instinct to keep his distance- like he’s worried if he gets too attached it’s all gonna be ripped away from him just like Sherry was all of those years ago. But I highly doubt either of their qualms last for very long- they’d talk things out and figure out something that works for the both of them <3

• They’d probably go with the same middle and last name as Luis- ‘Serra’ and ‘Navarro’. I know I keep repeating myself but Luis had a really good relationship with his Grandfather and his culture/heritage clearly means a lot to him (ie; the intro to Seperate Ways), so being able to keep that little piece of his history alive would probably mean the world to him <<33

• And going off of that, Luis is ALWAYS trying to encourage their kid to learn more about their culture and heritage- teaching them Spanish, cooking them traditional foods, etc etc etc and when Luis isn’t there to do it, Leon is always more than happy to do so <<<<<<33333

• Let’s be real,,,,,,, Leon is coming up with the cringiest baby names ever HXNEHENDUXNXU CMOOOOOON LOOK AT MR. WHERES EVERYONE GOING BINGO!!!!! But Luis probably isn’t much better BCNENWEJSJ I can easily picture him convincing Leon that noooooo Alonso or Miguel aren’t references to Don Quixote hahahahahaha omg what’re you taaaalking abooout. So anyways if it were a girl what about Dulcinea-

• I’m picturing them choosing to have a kid a lil bit later than most people (like,, late 30’s-early 40’s??? So not like they’re old or anything but it’s not like they’re having kids in their early 20’s yk HNCSHDNSJ) so for that reason in my mind they’d probably only want one kid

• Very predictable but they both read Don Quixote to their kid when putting them to sleep and/or they sing them lullabies in Spanish. Who here is surprised for that one certainly not me

• And once again WHO IS SURPRISED, the kid’s room is very subtly Don Quixote themed. Lil stuffed donkeys and windmill motifs everywhere you get it (<- normalest guy alive)

• Leon’s probably the one who does more physical activities with their kid- realistically, Luis is N O T surviving that knife to the back without some major lifelong injuries, so Leon’s the one who always carry’s their kid on his shoulders or swings him around when they’re playing etc etc

• I think Luis would be a lil sad that he isn’t able to join in on those kinds of physical activities, but he’d absolutely make up for it by taking their kid to work or teaching them general hands-on skills n stuff!!

• Leon ABSOLUTELY would wanna teach their kid self-defence as early as possible. He obviously mellows out and realises hey maybe teaching a 10 year old how to wield a knife is a Bad Idea, but with everything he’s seen in his life there’s no way he wouldn’t want his kid to know how to defend themselves at LEAST

• Wild-card one here but the three of them ABSOLUTELY take family trips to Madrid or other cities in Spain during the summer

• Last wild-card one but sometimes Luis will look at their kid and see his Grandfather so clearly he just starts fuckim bawlimg. Same with Leon. He sees the childhood he could’ve had and sometimes he’s gotta excuse himself to cry. Love these beautiful idiots

Tl;dr they would be very very wonderful parents who would love their kid with all of their heart and soul and you can put that headcannon from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!

#YEAH IM SO SORRY THIS ONES SO LOMG. WHOOSPIEDAISY. AUTISM MOMENT.#asks #DadSerennedyAU #serennedy

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so this has been bugging me ever since i saw this post. Part of it is that this is a pretty common criticism that mostly seems to boil down to people who think the found family trope is the POINT of the story, rather than a facet of it and think that any ending other than staying together forever is a failure, and this is pretty reductive. lots of stories have end goals and purposes beyond found family, like there's agendas and goals beyond finding a group of people you like, there's things like justice and Saving the World and liberating sapient beings from subjugation and so forth, but the thing that bothers me the most about this is that it kind of illustrates the biggest issue with this kind of found family fixation

that almost none of the tagged series are actually a case of found families.

you see this a lot, but more often than not they're not actually found families. They're co workers. They're people who have similar agendas and shared goals, or they're hired by a larger organization, or they're working together for the same end, or they're led by the vision and goal of a magnetic leader, but I think you could honestly make an argument that none of these are actual cases of found family.

Star Trek is the most explicit case; they didn't volunteer to go together, mostly. they're people who serve on the same ship, and that's it. they might get along, or constantly argue, but they're co-workers.

The Outer Worlds is, they're generally following the Unplanned Variable, working with them and each other because they have nowere else to go, or they see it as a job, or they went 'fuck it, not like i have anything else going on'. They bicker and fight and most of them don't particularly like each other.

Dragon Age and Mass Effect all go together since, in this case, with the probable exception of Dragon Age 2 (which, i'll grant you, actually probably is a found family to some degree), they're also working together for a common goal, and that's the primary reason they meet you. Dragon Age 1 is them staying together to fight the Blight and save the world, DA2 is mostly a case of 'I FUCKING LIVE HERE', Inquisition is all the party members joining the Inquisition to save thge world from demon doom and fight the machinations of Tevinter imperialists. The Mass Effect series has something similar for the most part, from the 'fight the Reapers' motivation of the triology as well as Andromeda focusing on building a home in a new galaxy.

DA and ME both are people who share a larger goal, and are working together SPECIFICALLY for that goal; while its easy to build friendships, their mutual bond is not the primary reason they work together. They do that because its either work together or everyone dies. There's a larger goal, and their own agendas and fears (such as Wrex's concern for his people, or the quarian/geth conflict) can become factors in that. Even further proving my point here, a lot of the ME games have squad members not returning to be party members in other games because they have bigger matters; Wrex is only a squad member in ME1 and a single DLC because he has bigger things to do in leading his people rather than getting directly involved in Shepard's mission. They might care about each other, but their own goals ultimately come first.

I like found family, as a trope. I do! But its a trope that tends to get REALLY badly misused and applied to every group of characters with decent chemistry, even if they clearly only share a goal and don't want to stay together past that point, or even if they outright openly hate each other.

Another big issue with it is that the constant treatment of the found family not sticking together afterwards being seen as a failure state. Again, these aren't families; these are groups made to serve a goal, and the goal is done, so now they have other things to do. The implicaiton from a lot of these criticisms of the found family seperating implies that you might think that you're morally obligated to spend the rest of your life with the first people you meet that vaguely tolerate you, and that's just a platonic version of conservative 'get married out of high school ASAP' relationship values.

#tropes #discourse #queued

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devil | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N; so listen up kiddos. Recently I watched Jack Goes Home and this.. It sent me down a Rory Culkin rabbit hole. And naturally, this led me to rewatch Scream 4 for probably the bajillionth time, holy shit. Look, this is just something weird, something a little... dark.. that came to my brain. If weird, kind of spicy and wildly inappropriate are not your cup of tea then this post is probably not something you'll want to read. In the spirit of all my late posts, this too is a reader fic. Because things seem to flow better that way. aka when i get my nerve up to post some of my oc fics on here it's over for my ass bc they're gonna flop hard lmaooo. But anyway, another reader fic. This time with Charlie Walker from Scream 4.

Tag List ; @schizoauthoress is the only person on my horror tags rn. If you'd like to fix this and be added to it, please by all means.. Click the link below.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker x Troublemaker!Fem reader, listen there is no other way to say this. Reader is.. a handful.

Summary ; The last thing you expected was to find yourself in the supply closet in the back of the classroom with Charlie Walker. When this happens, things get a little spicy.

Warnings ; for now, there are only vague hints that he's stone cold crazy and planning to slash bodies or in liason with Jill. As dark as it gets is him going on an internal rant about the mistakes Billy made and how those got him seperated from Sydney. Beyond the slight air of darkness / murdery hints, there's making out in a semi public place, swearing, panty theft, almost a fight / bullying situation between Reader and Kirby and Robbie Mercer being both a conscience and a cockblock simultaneously.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules + fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests ; open, any fandom but pro wrestling with headcanons / nsfw alphabet and fluffy alphabet letters only please and thanks.

I do not consent to having my work reposted. I also do not consent to having my work rewritten / copied and changed to be reposted.

“Listen, I’m just saying… Virgins are always the first to go. The virgin is never the final girl. So if you want to live through this killing spree? Get laid. Do it now.. Screw the logic that says virgins live to the end because they don't I mean... Look who just died, there's the proof...” and as she says it, Kirby Reed settles back into her desk.

You roll your eyes to yourself a few rows away before smirking and speaking up. “Just say you’re a whore and go already, Jesus christ.”

You know it’ll start a fight but honestly, you don’t care. Because it’s Monday and Kirby fuckin Reed is already giving you a headache. You’d rather be anywhere but Woodsboro High to begin with, so the two combined and prompted you to look for a little spice. A way to make your Monday more interesting.

“Aw, look… It’s the girl who wants to be me so bad she can taste it.” Kirby barely looks at you. The jealousy in her tone might be missed by you, but Jill and the other girls pick right up on it. All Kirby has bitched about all weekend is how Charlie Walker is always following you around like some stupid little puppy lately. And she got angry as hell when Jill pointed out that she was upset, therefore, this meant she was jealous.

“In your dreams, bimbo.” you retort, twisting your hair around your finger. “I’d really rather not have to play pin the tail on the STD. How many are you up to this month, hm? Three? Four?”

She’s on her feet in seconds and you’re not a stranger to fisticuffs, so you don’t waste any time getting on your feet either. You’re pulling the big silver moon earring out of your ear as she starts your way and you smirk when Robbie Mercer grabs her. The only problem with this is about the same time Robbie Mercer grabs hold of her, you find yourself thrown carelessly over the shoulder of Charlie Walker.

You kick your legs, briefly flashing the entirety of the class behind you with the tear on the inside the leg of your favorite pair of fishnets and the faintest split second flash of deep black lace when your kicking sends your skirt flipping upward and shows your panties and the curve of your ass.

You pound on Charlie’s chest and midsection with your fists and you squeal out in mock horror, “Unhand me, you asshole! I’ll bite, damn it!”

Normally, Charlie Walker doesn’t say more than a word or two to you here and there unless there’s dire necessity. He’s too busy following Kirby around or doing Film Club things or the video yearbook with Robbie, his best friend.

So it catches you off guard when he glances over at you and smirks with a little shrug. “Is that an offer, princess?”

“It’s a threat, sleazeball!” you assert. When you actually do attempt to bite him, it’s his abdomen that catches the unholy wrath of your teeth and he’s rushing to put you on your own feet in a quieter corner of the classroom -which happens to wind up being the supply closet in back. All you can do is smirk in satisfaction as you tap your foot against the tiled floor.

“What? Why do you look so damned smug right now, hm?” Charlie leans into you a little. Studying you intently. A curious gleam in ice blue eyes. “Does chaos just make you happy or something?” he demands an answer as he studies you intently. Looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time and honestly, it feels like he has.

See, until recently, it was all about Kirby.

But then you caught his attention by a happy accident.

You were trying to fight Trevor because Trevor decided to play grab ass with you at one of Emma’s parties earlier in the month.

You’d dropped Trevor like a bad habit with just one slight movement, a simple sweep of your leg. Then when he tried to wrestle you down onto the floor with him because he couldn’t handle having his ass handed to him by a girl who was maybe 5 foot even at best, you’d straddled his hips and proceeded to squeeze his throat until he was struggling for his next breath.

Since that night, Charlie Walker had barely acknowledged Kirby Reed.. Not that you’d notice, you seemed to be completely oblivious to the subtle shift in his intent focus... But he tried to pop up near wherever you happened to be a lot more. Which proved to be handy when you did something stupid like eating a habenero in the cafeteria on a dare and nearly choking, which he prevented by hitting you on the back until you coughed it up only to walk away wordlessly.. Or when he caught you pulling the fire alarm earlier this week just because to quote you, if you had to sit through one more boring pep rally, you’d simply die on the spot. He’d picked you up over his shoulder when you tripped while trying to flee the scene of the crime.

You were excitement. You were breathing chaos. When he compared you to Kirby Reed, Kirby only had sex appeal going for her.

And right now, as he stood there staring at you, standing taller and right in your way so you couldn’t get to Kirby like you wanted, he was starting to see that the scale of sex appeal was tipping a lot more in your favor than hers too.

You were snapping your fingers in his face with an annoyed look in your eyes and that’s what brought him crashing back into reality.

“I said move, damn it.” you repeat yourself for at least the fourth time.

“Not gonna do that. Nope.” Charlie answers, stepping into your line of vision to block it. You pout up at him a little and laugh softly. “Oh, I get it… You know if I get past you, I’m gonna rip off your pretty little girlfriend's face and wear it like a Halloween mask. You don’t want me to beat her til she’s ugly inside and out… Right?”

“Nope. Not even close, kitten. Not even in the same galaxy as the answer.” Charlie’s hand raises and he drags it through his hair. You swallow hard because the smirk that tugs at his lips lets you know that he saw you when your eyes followed the way his hand dragged through his hair. He steps closer to you. Close enough that there’s no distance left between your bodies. Close enough that the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke and whatever body wash he uses and just… boy, those all combine and make you bite your lip just a little bit. You frown to yourself.

You try to focus on what he’s saying, anything but the way his lips move when he’s chewing you out or saying whatever you’re barely listening to at the moment. Or the way he keeps stepping closer. The way he’s staring at your mouth intently as he does it.

And then your back’s against the blackboard behind you and his hips are pinning you between his body and the blackboard. One of his hands raise and catches against the side of your face. As the pad of his thumb rolls over your skin you shiver and before you can censor yourself, you melt into him. Charlie growls quietly. His other hand slips around behind you, settling against your ass as he squeezes. The fabric of your miniskirt bunching up in his hand. You whimper and your hand raises, tangling in his hair as your nails drag softly over his scalp.

Neither of you seem to stop and think, oh hey, this is a classroom and maybe we shouldn’t do this. Neither of you are focused on anything aside from just how good what’s happening feels. When Robbie’s throat clears from nearby, you two spring apart. Charlie glares at the taller boy and takes several deep breaths.

“I came to see if you got the spitfire under control. Apparently, she’s going to corrupt you now.” Robbie taunts him and you laugh, pouting a little as a hand raises to at least attempt straightening out the way Charlie had started to mess with and tug at your hair. All you can really do is shrug it off but the look on Kirby Reed’s face when she catches sight of the two of you looking as if you’ve just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar and are being reprimanded for it, that angry gleam is worth it all.

Even if Charlie only did whatever it is he was about to attempt just to get you to behave even a little. Robbie wanders back into the main area of the classroom with everyone else and the door to the supply closet bangs closed behind him softly but the damage is done. The trance has been broken.

Charlie steps back up to you and dips his head down, resting his forehead against your cleavage as he takes at least three long and deep breaths and grumbles out in a voice muffled by your tits, “Jesus. I swear the guy could unintentionally fuck up a wet dream.” as his fists clench against your hips when he grabs hold to pull you completely against him all over again.

“Were you going to kiss me, Charlie?” you ask with the softest of giggles. Melting against him which gets you a warning growl and the slightest nip to the side of your neck as the warmth of his breath tickles your ear when he responds “Thought about it, yeah.” laughing quietly as he gazes up at you.

“What exactly is stopping you?”

“We’re kind of in a classroom supply closet right now, babe. Look around.” Charlie gestures to the lack of proper ambiance and you shrug. “It wouldn’t be the riskiest place I’ve made out before.” but you smirk as you say it and Charlie’s prompt response is to jam his fingers into his ears while loudly humming because he doesn’t want to hear it.

See, he’s gotten it in his head. This all ends with him and you. Screw his little agenda with Jill. He’s gonna turn on her and this time, the grave error made by Billy Loomis in not keeping his girl at his side will not be repeated by him, the new slasher of Woodsboro.

If Billy’s taught him anything through years of idol worship, it’s that even your idols can fuck up. And this time, he doesn’t intend on it. If Billy had kept Sydney in the dark. Kept her in line. Kept her well fucked and love-drunk then maybe their story wouldn’t have ended in tragedy.

He just knows yours won’t.

After all, you’re built different than Kirby Reed.

Otherwise, he’d never have taken notice, fucked around and gotten obsessed.

In short, he fully intends to be the last guy those soft lips of yours -or any other parts of your anatomy, ever touch. One way or another and he’s fully prepared to eliminate the competition any way he has to.

“Charlie, c’mon. You’re looking at me all dopey right now.” you’re pouting up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Batting those lashes. He decides to do the opposite of what his idol Billy would do in this situation. Instead of being a dick about it, he leans into the sappy romantic shit most girls want to hear.

His finger drags across your lower lip. His forehead settles against yours. “Maybe it’s because I wanna kiss you and I’m barely controlling myself.”

“Then don’t, oh my god.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean into him heavy enough that his back meets the closet door and he braces himself to stop the damn thing from flying open and both of you tumbling out just in time. His mouth latches against yours around the same time your leg raises to his hip and his free hand -the one not tangled in and tugging at your hair, grips your thigh right beneath your skirt. “This what you wanted, kitten?” he asks the question in the sweetest, most lovesick voice he can muster. It’s not hard to do at all and that surprises him. He’s been faking normal for so long now that when something is natural for once and it comes easily instead of being a tedious chore, it throws him for a loop.

Your whimper as you rock against him and melt into him has him drawing a shaky deep breath when the kiss breaks for a split second. “Answer me.” he grips your jaw gently in his hand and you pout because he’s not kissing you anymore. “Well it was til you stopped…”

“Babe, c’mon. Are you trying to drive me crazy here?” Charlie questions, frowning at you.

The class is still discussing the latest murder to have been gone viral when the two of you slip out of the closet and back into your seats. You’re dripping. And before you left the closet, Charlie Walker ripped off your panties and pocketed them while giving you that calm smirk.

He says he’ll come by tonight. He wants you to leave your bedroom window open. And while it’s everything you’ve wanted since middle school, there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder if you haven’t just entered into some kind of unholy union.

Because there’s always been something a little different. Just a little off with Charlie Walker.

#charlie walker #charlie walker fanfiction #scream 4 fanfiction #charlier walker fanfic #charlie walker oneshot #charlier walker x fem!reader #charlier walker x fem!reader fanfiction

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The Future of Kiddela.

Hey guys! I'm sorry for the lack of Kiddela updates here, but I have some important things to discuss with those who follow me because of Kiddela.

After lots of thinking I have decided to seperate Kiddela from Tmc and make it its own story! I have some details completed and character designs are almost done. The name of this project will be called "Through the Eyes of Kin"! I have ideas of where I want to post updates, the story itself, and art, but i'm not sure where, so i have these options at the moment.

One- google doc (for the story itself and updates will be made on my tumblr)

Two- make a website (updates and the story itself could be stored here and updates will also be on my tumblr)

Three- post TTEOK (Through the Eyes of Kin) on AO3 using the Original Story tag (both updates and the story itself will be on AO3 and my tumblr) I'd love to hear your imput and i hope you'll stay turn for future updates. I will be making a poll for the three options i have listed above. But anyways, it's late and i'm exhausted. I hope you all have a great day, afternoon, or night where ever you are! Thank you for sticking around this long through all of this with me! <3

#tmc #the kiddela catalogue #Through the Eyes of Kin #sick new tag :3 #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue au

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lunacrescentmoon · 2 years

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Ok I know this is my Lunatale account but.... I'm just gonna post up other stuff on here until i make a seperate blog for this-

I saw this fanfic a while ago called One Small Dream by @calcium-cat and wanted to write for it, but didn't know how. Even when I read the series and almost all the drabbles for it. And then....

Cue inspiration for this. Also i went with the explanation in the tags where Dream would fall asleep if Killer took too long lmao.

-Hide and Seek-

Dream had looked everywhere in this huge castle. His head was spinning by running everywhere so quick. Everyone had the good hiding spots. Cross was under his bed, Dust was behind his bedside table where he kept Cyanide, Horror was in the kitchen fridge....

Dream didn't quite understand that part. But, he wasn't about to dwell on it. He had to find a good hiding spot before Killer found him. It was the aim of the game after all.

He raced into a place he normally was not allowed. But the door was slightly open. Then it hit him. No one would dare look for him in here. Nightmare's office, it was the perfect hide!

He scurried over to the chair, only just being big enough to squeeze under it... but the occupant of the chair heard the grunts.

Nightmare flinched as he saw something enter his vision he hadn't noticed come in... only to see his little brother squeeze under his chair.

"Dream? What on earth?-"

"Shh! I'm trying to hide from Kiki...!" Dream cut him off with a quiet hiss like a kitten that had just been scolded.

Nightmare tilted his head. "Hide?.." he asked curiously.

In his head, he could only panic and pray he was wrong. His sensing ability hadn't been as good lately. Maybe all his work had stressed him to a point-

"Yes, we're playing hide and seek.... he's the seeker..." Dream explained.

Nightmare bit back his sigh of relief, "right... but... if he does find you.... you'd be toast.... here...."

Night curled a tentacle by his seat, like he normally would when reading. It's a comfortable way to have them. Dream got the message instantly, slipping out of his hiding place and curling up in the tentacles as Nightmare wrapped him in them to conceal him.

The perfect hide indeed.

Night looked back at his book, continuing to read silently as he thought to himself. Only this time, his thoughts weren't on the others or theories about the book he was reading, but about what happened before Dream got in the room.

Night had been dozing off whilst reading again... he normally did, but he started to see that awful day replay in his memory the moment he did almost fall asleep.

The cut down tree...

The rotting apples...

The betrayal....

All of it had flashed in his mind. But, when Dream entered... that disappeared.

All his life, his 500 plus years of life.... Nightmare had thought he was immune to Dreams aura. Turns out, he kind of wasn't. He could sense it from a mile away if he wasn't so focused or tired. And the type of magic the positive guardian gave off was potent.. but.... it had never made him overly positive... his negativity always balanced with it perfectly.

To normalcy...

Maybe... it was best if Sci didn't make a cure... if Dream stayed like this, or at least grew up like this... it would give them a chance to have an experience they had never gotten before....

Night turned to the golden child in his tentacles after hearing something. Unwrapping the tentacles just a bit, he noticed Dream dozing off. He stirred when the tentacle uncovered his eye, opening it.

"Mmmmnnnn...?.." Dream mumbled.

Night smiled. This is what Dream did if the sun entered his sleeping position back at their old home. He began to hum the song he knew so well, sending Dream right back to sleep. He curled the tentacle back around his little brother, going back to his reading.

The door opened slowly, Killer walking in.

"Hey, Boss? Have you seen Dream? We're playing hide and seek..." Killer noted after his question.

"Dream?.." Night replied, not looking up from his book. "No, I haven't seen him... maybe check his room..."

"I've tried that! Ugh..... I swear if he got into my room somehow-"

Dream stirred, moving the tentacles around him a bit to reveal him.

Killer stared incredulously, before snapping a picture and rushing off. Something about needing to show- NEEDING TO SHOW THE OTHERS?!

Nightmare softly sighed. He knew the boys were just teasing him. But it didn't matter. He hummed the song again, letting Dream sleep in his tentacle nest while he continued to read by his fireplace.

And that's how a game of hide and seek turned into blackmail in the group chat! :3

XD Okay I'm kidding. This was so much fun to write!

OSD AU belongs to @calcium-cat

OGDreamtale belongs to Jokublog

I will definitely write more about the branches of this AU later.

*looks to Cursed Slippers after everyone has turned back to normal with bird wings and tails, turns to Dust being magpie and trying to take shiny things all the time* .... YES-

#OSD AU #Not my AU #but this was really fun to write #not gonna lie #and lets be honest #Night would definitely be falling asleep while reading #not my art #art belongs to calcium-cat #check them out they are a great artist and writer

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