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mgnifique-tion · 2 months

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— human reaction.

summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!) lowercase is intended… part: 1/?

— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)

— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!

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“... oh my god.”

that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.

what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.

and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!

but he did anyway. and you had to know why.

“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.

he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?

“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”

of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this?

but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.

you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”

but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.

and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?”

“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”

you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.

“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”

the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”

and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”

“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.

so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.

you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.

and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.

but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.

“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.

in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you.

that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.

he truly was out of his mind.

“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.

how in the world can you run from this?

“let them go.” “oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”

he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.

“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.

nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.

but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?

“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”

there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.

almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.

“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”

“... do you want me to thank you? for this?” “giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”

you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you.

if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?

“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”

and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”

he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.

after all, you were a great addition to his plans.

“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”

“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.

and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being.

“what do you desire in return?” “for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”

even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”

he’s cheating, you thought.

“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”

but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”

you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.

“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”

“that’s laughable.” “we’ll see, your majesty.”

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halfmoth-halfman · 5 months

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Are you not writing for COD anymore or are you on a small break? If it’s a break, how long do you plan on being gone and is there a timeline for when you’ll post the Designer Dress drabbles and Selcouth?

It’s a little frustrating to say you’ll post and then leave us hanging for so long…

i'm gonna be real with you anon - i don't know and i haven't really thought about it.

i've been busy with irl things and protests in my area so cod hasn't really been at the forefront of my mind. i plan on clearing out my inbox this weekend and catching up, but i have very little motivation to write for cod rn. i don't know when i'm going to write for it again, i don't even know if i'm going to write for it again. given real world events and my feelings on the new game and activision, i just don't feel comfortable with writing cutesy fanfic about war criminals right now, even if they are fictional.

i get that it's upsetting to know a fic was planned only to have it left unfinished or not posted, but you want to know what's actually frustrating?? it's every time i talk about the islamophobia and racism in the games and esp in the fandom (or having any criticism of the fandom in general) and having my inbox look like this:

for days after. and these are the nicer asks.

i am sorry that i don't feel like writing for cod rn. i'm sorry you may have to wait a week/a month/a year for the fics you want from me or that i may write for other fandoms before i finish my cod projects. i’m sorry i can't give you a definitive answer on when i'll feel more comfortable writing for cod or participating in the fandom again. i’m sorry for leaving you hanging, but there are so many other incredible and talented writers to fill your cod fix, so please respect my decision.

if this isn't the answer you wanted, you're free to unfollow me or block me or whatever, but right now i need a break from the games and the fandom. i'm tired, and i think there are things that are more deserving of my attention at this moment.

#anon #moth answers #answered #tw: racism #tw: islamophobia #tw: rape

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reds-skull · 3 months

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Revenant Side Stories:

Story I: Konchar

[Main Fic] [AO3]

I am back! Still drowning in uni work... but I wanted to get this out of my brain first.

I had a few ideas for oneshots for Revenant AU, from the POV of other characters, expanding on events detailed in the main fic and leading to part 2.

At this point it's obvious I'm going to write part 2 (I have too many nice ideas for it haha), but I think I'll do the new AU first, since it will probably be shorter and I'm excited about it rn. While doing that, I'll add more side stories. I already got a few ideas, but if you want to see someone specific, you can suggest them!

Now, let's get to Konchar's story...

Four soldiers lay motionless on the cracked pavement of Verdansk, the British flag on their tacvest almost blending with their blood.

Konchar wipes his brow. The air is much warmer here than he remembered. It’s been only a few months since he left, since he deserted his country for an ultranationalist Russian. He breathes in deeply, the settling dust from the short battle coating his lungs.

It was far too easy to kill the Brits. None of them were Revenants, and so all they had were guns and bullets. Those stopped working on him since he died.

Konchar examines his surroundings, looking for the fifth. He remembers well what Makarov has told him, the words etched in his mind with burning fear.

“Go to Verdansk. An SAS Squad has been tasked with bringing you in, but they do not know your revenant status.” The man held Konchar close, an almost gentle touch to the way he clasped his neck and pulled him closer, if not for his next words.

“One of them will be a revenant, and he will try to kill you. You must kill him first, Kirill. It is imperative for our goal that the British revenant is dead.” The hand on his neck tightens, and Konchar’s gaze fleets to Makarov’s eyes, their flat and dead quality sucking the air out of him.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Commander.”

Konchar pushes off the ground, looking back at the broken bodies he left behind one last time. They’re but a necessary sacrifice for a greater good, he tells himself. He has no doubts anymore, not since he began working under the Revenant of Fate himself.

Makarov knows best.

He searches methodically, the area not unfamiliar to him. This part of the city is mostly abandoned, underfunded construction projects left unfinished after one of the many economical collapses in Kastovia sunk its claws into his country. They have suffered far too long, with the world turning a blind eye.

As per Makarov’s orders, other Konni group soldiers wired a huge amount of explosives in one of the many crumbling buildings, a trap that Konchar initially thought failed when he heard the detonation going off while he was fighting the Brits.

He’s once again proven wrong, to ever question Makarov’s insight. Perhaps the bombs have taken care of the revenant for him. Still, he must confirm the kill.

The ruins are still burning when Konchar reaches the building, and he squints at the bright flames. No one can survive that, unless they have a supernatural immunity.

A trail in the dry earth catches his attention. Brown-red blood mixed with the dirt, tilling through like someone dragged themselves away from the devastation. Konchar flexes his hands, feeling the broken concrete answer to him and follow his will.

He walks along the path, winding around broken walls, until he finds a man, and he freezes.

The man has yet to notice him. Laying on the ground, he grasps at the cracked asphalt with torn fingernails, heaving and shaking. Seems like he didn’t have an immunity after all, perhaps a healing power of sorts.

It matters not. Won’t save the revenant now.

Konchar almost takes pity on the man, and decides to pull out his pistol. He barely uses guns anymore, but he kept this for sentimentality, of all things. It reminds him of a time when he still belonged with living beings.

He takes a step closer, and the man sharply turns. Bright blue eyes, bloodshot and open wide, stare at him.

“You… you did this?”

Konchar tilts his head, “the explosion? One of my colleagues.”

The man lowers his gaze to Konchar’s pistol, “and… my squad?”

The safety clicks off, “Mine.”

The soldier stares down the barrel for a single moment, before lunging at Konchar with a growl.

“YOU FUCKIN’-”

Konchar shoots his head. The body crashes back down. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

His gut churns. Something feels… wrong. How did the soldier know his squad was dead?

He sighs, turning to leave. He can ponder it over on the flight back, for now, he still has to extract and relay to Makarov that the revenant is dead.

Ribbons appear out of thin air and bind him in place. Konchar frowns at them. If they’re here, that means his Reaper-

“Not dead not dead not dead NOT DEAD.”

Konchar barely swings around before the ribbons pull him forward, and from the edge of his vision he can see…

The revenant, hands bursting with fire.

An animalistic scream tears through the air, and for the first time since he was alive, Konchar feels unadulterated horror.

Konchar grasps at the concrete chunks he trailed behind him, flinging them at the rage-full soldier.

The man sneers, clawing his way through them, hands leaving charred remains as they explode the ruins to dust. Konchar has to scramble back when they swipe at him, barely getting out of their way.

The air around them burns, each inhale he takes scorches his throat. In the back of his head, Konchar knows he can win this fight. This man is no different to the tanks, the jet fighters, the armies he felled.

And yet, his body screams at him to run away. Just please, run far away.

But Makarov rings through his memories, and Konchar remembers he is a soldier, the most powerful revenant of the East.

And this man cannot be allowed to live.

Konchar drags his arms forward, bringing with him an avalanche of iron and stone and dirt, burying the unnatural flame of this hellish revenant.

But the soldier continues to burn, shatter, decimate all in his path.

That is fine. They’re in a forest of buildings. Konchar has enough ammunition to destroy dozens of revenants the likes of him.

He cannot lose this fight.

His arms burn. Not from fire but from his own powers. Pain shoots through his veins in a spidery web, in a way that would paralyze a weaker man.

Konchar started losing confidence as the minutes trickled by, as the world around him looked less and less like the city he used to know, and more like hell. And if this is hell, the revenant in front of him must be the devil himself, reigning over the broken land.

Konchar throws another building at him, only for the soldier to wave it aside as if it was nothing. The explosions blind him momentarily, and then they’re back at it, Konchar walking backwards, throwing anything he could get a grasp on, and the soldier stepping closer, eradicating and destroying.

They have moved far enough that they’re close to the inhabited parts of Verdansk. If this goes on…

Konchar cannot imagine this man stopping after he wins against him. If Konchar dies, who says he won’t continue? Who says he won’t turn the entire city to his own hellscape?

No, this is an uncontrolled force, a rabid dog. He must be put down.

Yet, Konchar feels his power waning. No one else would stand a chance against this revenant. He needs to finish this, now.

Feeling at the closest building, he knows what he must do. Even if it pains him greatly to inflict this on his own people. Konchar prays they understand, in the life after this, why he had to. Why this is the lesser of evils.

Konchar snarls and drags a spasming hand, lifting a residential building, feeling the hundreds of beating hearts race within as they yell.

He screams at the revenant, “IF YOU DON’T STOP THIS, I’LL KILL ALL OF THEM!” his face twists, voice cracking, “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LET HUNDREDS OF INNOCENT CIVILIANS DIE, DO YOU?!”

The world slows for a heartbeat, as the revenant stills.

For a heartbeat, Konchar feels victorious.

And in the next, the revenant charges at him, an inhuman shriek breaking through his throat.

Konchar, on instinct, blocks the monster with the building.

He feels dozens of bodies break in an instance, wails suffocated by ruin, living beings silenced and cut short.

Wide eyes, Konchar can only stare as this… beast tears through human lives as if they were dirt under his feet, uncaring of their pleas.

“You… You… Monster…..” he mutters.

Something within Konchar breaks. What he’s fighting against can’t be reasoned with. This is not a soldier with honor, a revenant with a reason, a man with faith.

This, this is a horror. Destruction personified, the darkest pit of human nature.

He grabs another building, desperation boiling over as Konchar swings another set of people to certain doom. He silently begs any Reaper watching for an answer, a way to defeat this demon.

How, how could he win?! How else could he fight, how do you put out this never-ending fire?!

Tears start tracking down his face, his chin wobbles as he hears screams choke and die. He can’t do this anymore. He can’t lead any more lives to slaughter. His body is tired, he is tired.

And so, Konchar lets go.

The revenant rushes forward, path no longer blocked, and Konchar feels a strange calm washing over him.

As the monster sends its burning palm to his head, Konchar is almost glad that it will be over soon.

At least, he can rest. He won’t have to live in the same world as this beast.

Perhaps there is some humanity left to him, as Konchar’s heart twists. No, he won’t have to share a world with him, but everyone else will. And what kind of world can this devil bring, if not one of total chaos?

No. He can’t die here, to this demon. The world’s fate is on his shoulders, he MUST kill him.

“You can’t you can’t YOU CAN’T” a voice echos in his mind.

He begs, “Reaper… please. Lend me more power, let me defeat him. For the sake of the world!”

“I care not for it I care not for them I CANNOT HELP YOU.”

“Please-”

“Our deal Kirill OUR DEAL IS DONE.” his Reaper screams, “DEATH HAS COME. WE HAVE NO EARS FOR YOU NOW.”

“NO! REAPER!!!-”

As fingers curl around his skull, Konchar can feel his powers leaving him, the gift he received being pulled away.

And he remembers distant words, a false prophecy. Makarov is never wrong. It was not this revenant that was destined to die here, he realizes.

As fire brightens his vision, Konchar shuts his eyes.

And he curses, Makarov and Reapers and this monster, for letting him die.

As his skin breaks, and flames lick his bones, Konchar exhales.

And he mourns the world.

That it has to live with this man.

His head hurts, is the first coherent thought Soap can remember. It’s a sharp sort of pain, as if someone is scraping at it from the inside.

He blinks around, confused. Ruins and flames surround him. Where is he?

As Soap takes a step forward, his boots hit something. He looks down and jumps back when he understands what it is.

The body is so mangled, Soap didn’t register it at first, limbs thrown in odd angles, and its head…

Gone.

“What…” Soap mutters, automatically bringing a hand up to brush at his hair before stilling.

His breathing picks up when he watches fire dance around his fingertips, yet it doesn’t burn him.

A moth, radiant and otherworldly, lands on his outstretched hand, and Soap instantly remembers.

Bombs, explosion, Reaper. His squad, dead, him, reborn for the sake of revenge. Konchar, the bullet, and-

“No…” Soap blinks, turning around, hyperventilating.

The world stares back, broken and bleeding. In the cracks and rubble, in the remains, a message is carved for him.

“This is your doing. This? Is your fault.”

“No…!”

The flames on his hands grow bigger, twin lights of the inferno around him.

“NO!”

Soap yells, but no one answers. There is no one left to answer.

He begs and cries. He pleads to the Reapers.

“Please…not this… I didn’t… want this…..”

But his calls are left unheard.

In the hours to come, a squad will come find Soap, as they search for the missing team.

They will find no one else, nothing else but a terrible cradle, made of debris and dust, of innocent blood and splintered bones.

The birthing place of the Revenant of Destruction.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod soap #john soap mactavish #kirill konchar bogomolov #revenant au #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod fic #cod fanfic #this wont make sense unless you've read the main fic!#so if you dont feel like reading like 68k words feel free to skip this one lol #kirill my beloathed... if only you didnt listen to makarov man #this was fun to write bc i got to show how soap's enemies view him #a horrible monster :)

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aeth-supremacy · 1 year

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Aether you say? I have soooo many ideas- I write for ghost too <3 aether is my bae tho

1. Aether with sick reader

2. Aether with reader with ptsd or childhood/religious trauma

3. Aether comforting reader on period

4. Ghoul reader letting their guard down after being summoned and accidentally falling sleep in his lap <333333

5. Ghoul reader newly summoned and always missing but actually in the garden

6. (Platonic) aether with younger teen reader going through teen stuff and it’s just fluffy dad vibes

I have some smutty ideas- I kinda specialize in that but fluff is so amazing! Ily <33

- lovely ice ghoul anon 🌬️

Thank you so much for these!! Ilyt! I have some spicy smutty Aether on the way, hopefully up this weekend, but here’s some more sweetheart Aeth while the reader is on their period :) <3 I’ll get to the other ones soon, but I have sooo many unfinished projects rn!

Aether - Comfort and Chamomile

Word Count: 950

Pairing: Aether x Reader

Summary: Aether surprises you with some sweet comfort as you deal with your time of the month.

Warnings: None! All fluffy.

Notes: I know everyone’s period experience can be different but I used mine as reference lol. I hope you guys enjoy! More is to come very soon, pls be patient with me and excuse how short this lil story is <333

As you sat in the bay window of your shared bedroom with Aether, you lazily turned the pages of the book in your hands. You were curled up, a blanket over your pajama-pant-ridden legs, and many pillows cushioning below and behind you. You read some poetry, hoping it would ignite something in your mind and spark inspiration or something to make you feel better. You groaned as you slammed the book shut. Your stomach was killing you, your back ached, your chest was sore… you just couldn't catch a break. You felt horrible, you had been so drained and lightheaded these last few days that you could swear you were bothering Aether. However, just as you would expect from a sweetheart like him, he treated you spectacularly without a second thought and was never bothered by your condition.

You looked out the window for a moment, admiring how the sun beamed down onto the leaves and waters of the chapel garden. If you weren't in such a pained state, you were sure you’d be tending to it by now. Unbeknownst to you, Aether had also just gotten out of practice and was on the way back to you. He knocked on the door gently before entering so he wouldn't scare you, then he pushed his way in carefully and greeted you with a smile. He walked over to your comfy spot in the window as you looked at him with adoration.

“Hello, amica mea. I brought you something!” He held up his hands, revealing a mug with steaming tea. He smiled excitedly as he handed it off to you, warning you of the heat. “I made it just minutes ago, be careful.” He spoke softly.

“Oh, Aeth- thank you, honey. What is this?” You were flattered that he went out of his way to stop in the kitchen and make tea for you, but you knew he would do so much more. He kneeled down to your level, placing a hand on your arm as he looked into your eyes.

“It’s chamomile tea! It should help with your stomach, your breakouts, and your anxieties. I looked up a good tea for all your symptoms while in the library and that was my conclusion. I hope you like it.” He waited for you to try it, his hand rubbing up and down on your arm in a soothing motion.

You brought the mug to your lips, gently blowing on the tea as you took a sip. You paused for a moment as you took in the taste. “Mmm- that’s not bad at all!” You looked over to Aether, who had the biggest smile on his adorable, maskless face. “Thank you so much, Aeth.” You motioned for him to come closer, and you placed a kiss on his lips as a thank-you.

“What were you reading?” He questioned as he noticed the book in your lap.

“Oh, just some poetry. Ya know, to take my mind off of things just a bit.” You explained and used your free hand to place the book in his hands. He examined the cover and flipped through a few pages before looking around the room.

“Would you like me to possibly read you some? I’d love to… if it would make you happy.” Aether gestured for you to get up and walk over to your shared bed.

“My dear, you are far too sweet to me… but I would love that.” As soon as you were done speaking, Aether took the tea from your hands and held out his arm for you to grab onto in case you were to stumble from your lightheadedness. He walked you slowly to the bed, being aware of your pains as you went. He placed your tea on your bedside table and tossed the book onto his side of the bed.

“C’mere,” He held out his arms to you. “I haven't hugged you yet, pretty girl.” Your heart warmed as you leaned into his hug, letting his big arms cage you in his safety. You warned him to be gentle and not squeeze you, and he happily obliged. He was happy to be loving on you at all, as he always was. He let you go with a kiss to the forehead and a helping hand under the covers. He got in beside you, letting you cuddle into him as he opened up your book.

Aether reading to you was the sweetest thing. He read softly, pointing out when a certain line reminded him of you. He held you softly with his free arm around your waist. When you wanted another drink, he allowed you to lean away and take a sip before he continued. He was patient, and caring, and oh so warm. As your amount of tea began to dwindle, you noticed how heavy your eyelids began to feel. You started to drift, cuddled into Aether’s chest and feeling the rumble of his voice as he read. He continued to hold you, his big warm hand rubbing your aching back. He looked down at you once he noticed your lack of motion and felt the absence of discomfort in your mood.

“Awww-” He whispered. “My sweet beauty. Sleep well, you deserve it.” He closed your book and placed it on his nightstand. He leaned into your cuddles, embracing the physical touch that you both loved so much. He wrapped both arms around you, bringing you further into his chest. He would do anything for you. He would take a lecture from Imperator for missing practice or dinner, he would make every tea, read every book, anything. He loves you. And that was all that mattered in that moment.

#aether ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul x reader #aether #aether x reader #ghost band #ghost bc x reader #ghost ghouls #ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #hes so sweet #quintessence ghoul #husband #daddy asf

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b-i-t-c-h-y-m-u-g-g-l-e · 4 months

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Returned to Tumblr for good due to Twitter effectively being murdered. Things are pretty slow since I haven't used this page in YEARS and I'm cleaning things up in the account. This might as well be a spanking new baby account with the cleanse I'm doing with mass editing/deletion.

Most of my favorite mutuals are gone and I miss them dearly but they've found better things and I'm just a bored woman that likes too many damn fandoms and bizarre things.

So I'm on a follow spree to liven up my dashboard so if you see me follow you don't freak out pls. I just like your content and wanna see more of it.

I also want no past drama in my life rn. If you're a dramatic ass from certain fandoms trying to stir the pot just know you'll be promptly blocked. I'm done with that and I want no part of these shenanigans. People tried to flood my account again for drama multiple times. I'm done with your ilk and so are the friends you tried to destroy.

Seriously get better hobbies than this. It'll do you good.

About my fanfictions... Still have the most epic of writer's block and I've got too many projects at once. I'm eternally kicking myself. Please don't be like me. 😭

Willing to talk fic projects... and seek help in getting them done cos it bothers me to see shit unfinished.

Anyways that's all for now. If you read this whole thing, I thank you cos I ramble like crazy.

#personal

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monocaelia · 1 year

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feat. university student!kaveh.

note : nothing is out abt kaveh rn LOL so forgive me if he's not biblically accurate.

distant grumbling and periodic shouts of frustration fill your ears as soon as you step foot into your lover's apartment. it's midterm season, meaning many exams and due dates were piling on top of students and causing them to panic and pull all-nighters to get everything done on time only for the process to repeat once more as finals come barreling in around the corner.

luckily for you, your exams were done and dealt with and you just needed to add a few finishing touches on your assignment before turning it in to your professor in a couple days.

unfortunately for kaveh, he shot a bit too far for his architecture assignment and now he's reaping what he sowed for himself by agonizing over his project due the next morning. knowing your boyfriend, you assume he hasn't had proper time to wind down or sleep for the past couple of days as they were filled with frantic attempts to complete his sculpture before the impending due date.

you had assumed your lover's roommate needed to study and cram as well, but imagine your surprise when he nonchalantly called you over nonchalantly in the middle of exam season.

"he's being quite pesky with his outbursts and i find it hard to finish my readings when he's being louder than normal," al haitham's deep, calm voice called through your akasha. "deal with him as i want to come home to peace and quiet and not to a distressed kaveh."

so here you were, snacks in one hand and a warm tea for kaveh in the other, to save your stressed out boyfriend from his deadly assignments and an annoyed al haitham.

a gentle knock on kaveh's door alerts the blond of your arrival, his head tilting up from his desk and eyes of amber flitting up to meet your gaze. he's a mess; his pins have been pulled out of his hair as his hands had run their way through it one too many times and the feather that's normally tucked behind his ear lays safely on the edge of his bed. it's quite a shock to find your lover in a state other than the perfect image he normally presents himself as, but your heart still melts at the sight of him regardless of how he looks.

"dove? i didn't know you were coming, had i known-"

"oh don't worry, al haitham called me over."

his eyebrows furrow together and a look of confusion and mild disgust grows on his face. "him? you know, he's not even the slightest stressed out as a student. honestly, it looks like he doesn't even care what grade he gets on his exams and assignments. but get this, dear, he always gets the highest scores for everything even when he never studies! isn't that insane?"

your boyfriend huffs before staring back at his nearly complete (unfinished and horrid to him) sculpture on his desk. "must be nice to be so good at everything with little to no effort. i've got to make everything perfect or it just isn't good enough."

"and that's exactly why i'm here, love," you calmly say, placing the warm cup of tea in your hand in front of your lover. "and don't say that you don't have the time. you're nearly done with your sculpture and there's no harm in letting your brain recharge before digging back in."

with a sigh of defeat, kaveh takes the cup of tea from you, his rough fingertips brushing against your knuckles briefly before the cup is removed wholly from your hands. you grin in victory, placing a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's temple before sitting at his bedside and patting the space beside you, in which he obliges after taking a sip of his tea and placing it down.

almost like clockwork, his head falls to your lap and your hands find their way to the sea of golden strands that flow from kaveh's head, fingers gently combing through them and watching the light shine with each movement. it's soft, as expected from kaveh. he takes pride in maintaining his appearance, especially his hair and his face. you've recalled his gasps of horror when you told him your initial skin routine before he demanded the two of you do skincare together.

and you'd be damned if you said the skincare didn't work wonders. despite the stress and lack of relaxing your lover is currently experiencing, his skin is still glowing and smooth as ever. you're quite envious, if you're being honest, but you can't tell him that in fear of his ego getting any bigger.

"i brought snacks, if you wanted to eat them for brain food," you bring up, smiling when his amber eyes open and meet your gaze once more. as with everything he was, his eyes were even more beautiful. it was as if staring straight into fresh sunlight with the way they glowed and shimmered. what a delight to know that he only looked at you in this way.

"feed them to me?"

he's sitting up with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

your eyes roll at his request before leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead. you don't get far though, as his hand gently presses your head towards him again so you could kiss his lips.

it was a short kiss, nothing too exciting or eventful. but you would be lying if it still didn't make your heart flutter with the way his lips, soft and plump, moved against yours.

as you pulled away, you couldn't hide the way the smile grows more and more on your lips. archons... you were so in love with this pretty, perfectionist of a student and you didn't know if your heart could handle the emotions this man made you feel.

so, instead of voicing them to him, you just kissed him again and again and again. until your heart had its fill of your cute boyfriend and he was satisfied with the affection he needed from you.

#kaveh x reader #kaveh scenarios #kaveh fluff #kaveh drabbles #kaveh blurbs #didi writes #omg a blurb for someone other than childe??#i just think he's neat (:

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finntheehumaneater · 5 months

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Ella

@estrellami-1 sorry if I tag you in a bunch of shit I’m just going through my google docs rn to see what is post-able, lmao

(So this is a bit old, but I read through it and it seemed….okay? I have…basically 28000 words worth of writing for these characters, but I changed the plot and stuff. It’s unfinished, and I don’t think it ever will BE finished, but I might post some of it here, too. It was my NaNoWriMo project, but it was too light and soft for my liking, lmao)

⭐️

Eleanore could practically sense Ethan’s annoyance before she heard it, but she was too busy trying to tie the back of her dress to look over at him. Her hands kept fumbling, dropping the string several times, and she began to wonder why she had even picked an open back dress with the stupid tie-around cross.

“We have to leave in two minutes, Ella, come on.” Ethan muttered, dropping down onto the chair next to her, his black boots resting on the coffee table. She had never seen him wearing so much hairspray and jewelry before, and honestly, it was kind of impressive how many necklaces he could wear at once—all silver chains and crosses that she had never seen him wear around the house before. His leather pants looked wildly uncomfortable, and his shirt was unbuttoned even though it was February.

“How come you’re not yelling at Sid to hurry up? He’s been doing his makeup for an hour.” She said, sending a pointed glare at Sid's back, who was, in fact, still leaning so close to the mirror that his nose was almost touching it. Come to think of it, doing up the back of her dress would’ve been so much easier if she had a mirror, but the white powder and face-paint that Sid was using would’ve been very visible against the black fabric of the dress.

“Well, maybe because Sid is doing something actually important!” Ethan retorted, rolling his eyes and leaning half out of the chair to catch his reflection in what was visible of the mirror as his hands combed through his very-stiff hair.

“This is important.” Eleanore snapped, throwing her hands in the air and dropping the ties completely. “I wanted to wear the fucking outfit I had on for the album cover last year, but you said it should be formal because this is for your first EP!” She scrunched her hands up and crossed them over her chest. This was just great.

It was perfect timing, really, that Rowan then decided to walk out into the living room, his long brown hair back in a perm in the way that he knew Eleanore hated, all scrunched up and curled, his bangs falling in his eyes, instead of the waves it was supposed to be. The ones that curled around his shoulders perfectly. But yet again, he lived to torment her.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and he merely tugged at a lock of scrunched hair and shrugged, flashing her a smile. “Need any help, princess?”

Her face reverted back to a glare as she looked him up and down. “I thought you said that outfit was stupid.” She muttered, waving a lazy hand over in his direction. She had picked out that outfit for him, a button up black shirt with flowing sleeves that was only slightly see through, and normal dress pants, because no way in hell was Ethan going to let either of them go out how they normally dressed. So he would just have to suffer the prison that was formality with her.

“It is, but jeans are not a part of the dress code for this, so here we are.” He crossed the room to her and gently pushed her shoulders to spin her around while he did up the back of her dress. When she turned back to face him, he had a sort of surprised look painted over him, like he had expected her to swat his hands away the second he touched her. Never.

“How do I look?” She asked quietly, tugging the neckline of the dress a bit higher, and pulling the skirt down so that the slit in it sat lower. This dress was a fucking nightmare, meant for anyone but her. It was too-big in all the wrong places, bunching slightly at her hips, the slit riding up her thigh to show the bottom of the shorts that she insisted she wore against Ethan’s better judgment (his only concern being that you could see the outline of the waistband pressed against the skirt), and around the neckline where it hung so low that she couldn’t even wear a bra with it. And the stupid off-the-shoulder sleeves sagged down a bit. It looked like it was meant to be this big on purpose and she hated it.

Rowan was about to give his opinion, which would have probably been some sappy poetic bullshit just to make her feel better so that they could leave already, but Ethan cut in with a raised eyebrow, standing up and looking her up and down. “Like a slut. You really couldn’t have found a better dress?”

She glared at him, seemed to be doing that a lot more recently, and crossed her arms over her chest, sagging down slightly as she muttered. “You wanted formal, so I found formal. Your outfit isn’t any better. Remind me again, which girl will you be bringing home tonight—?”

Ethan huffed and leaned in slightly. “No girl, asshole. You asked for our opinions, and I gave it. God forbid I speak my mind in this fucking house.”

And there it was. He always got like this before a show or an interview, except Eleanore hadn’t ever been along to see it. He never really got mad at her at home, seeing as he didn’t have any reason to, and she knew she was being pushy by arguing with him, but she didn’t fucking care anymore.

“I’ll go change—“ She started, before Rowan took her hands in his and shook his head, his bangs falling in his eyes again, and she would’ve reached up to move them if her wrists weren’t trapped between his fingers.

“Sweetheart. You look fine—fucking etheral. I—fucking divine. The dress is fine. It’s lovely. You picked a great one. I promise.” He assured her, running his hands up and down her arms to tug the sleeves up a bit higher. “Now can we please get going before Alice murders us for being late?” Him and his fucking dramatics. Still, she sighed and shrugged.

“It’s Ethan’s night, though, and he’s right—“

“No no no, none of that. Shush. You look radiant, my dear, let’s go.” He muttered, moving his hands to her waist as he gently pulled her to the door, fixing the bunched up fabric and moving the waistline of the dress a bit lower on her hips so that the shorts were no longer visible. He smiled and dropped his hands from her waist and opened the door for her, giving her a theatrical bow and a stupid smile. “Mae’s in the car already, I’ll be right down. I just need to find one of my rings.”

God, he was such a bad liar. Still, she nodded and let him close the door behind her. She stood there for a moment, his quiet voice carrying through the wood. “For the love of god, Davis, don’t call your cousin a slut.” He pleaded, sighing, and she knew him well enough to know that he was most likely tugging at his hair while he said it, trying to keep his hands busy so that he didn’t wave them around. “She has low self esteem as it is. Do you want to leave or not, because you are not helping.”

And Ethan was most likely rolling his eyes and helping Sid finish his makeup so that they could leave. “I’ll stop when you quit being so touchy with her. I swear, if we hadn't been here you would’ve had your hands up her skirt in seconds. And don’t even try to fucking lie about it, you know it’s true.”

Eleanore held her breath, her arms wrapping around her chest. He wouldn’t have, would he? They didn’t like each other like that. He was the only one who knew she liked girls, he wouldn’t do that to her. Ethan didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

#Ella and Rowan have like…an mlm/wlw friendship #He’s just super fucking clingy and touchy #And Ethan is kind of a bitch tbh #Davis is Ella and Ethan’s last name also #Eleanore Davis and Ethan Davis #:)#enjoy…whatever this is while I try and find anything else I have in my google docs that’s not terrible :)#My writing

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asmolbirb · 2 months

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9 Some Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @booksnchocolate - thank you love <3

3 Ships You Like: MERTHUR my first my beloved my everlasting!! It's been over a decade of going feral for these two idiots and they still have my whole heart. KakaIru - they are the only part of Naruto that I care about. Mori/Thaniel from Natasha Pulley's Watchmaker books - listen. LISTEN. The "easygoing jock/unhinged murderous nerd" dynamic is like crack to me. I am so soft for them!!

First Ship Ever: Max/Fang from the Maximum Ride books, if I remember correctly

Last Song You Heard: I am listening to music nearly 24/7 so I feel like it's a bit lame to share the last song that came up on shuffle. But the last song I heard that's not in my library was this song on YouTube, which the Algorithm put in my queue when it only had 60 views :o

Favorite Childhood Book: The Ranger's Apprentice series by John Flanagan. And it is STILL one of my faves!! Everything about it slaps

Currently Reading: I'm currently between books, but I just finished The Half Life of Valery K by Natasha Pulley (which absolutely WRECKED me, btw; I know Tumblr has mixed feelings about this book + Pulley in general but my god, 10/10, I could not put it down). I think I might pick up Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell next. (If anyone has recs for authors like Pulley, please please hit me up!)

Currently Watching: Elementary! Technically it's a rewatch but it's been so long since I first watched it that I barely remember any of it

Currently Consuming: Milk + cereal

Currently Craving: I wanna learn linocutting I WANNA LEARN LINOCUTTING but I have too many other unfinished projects rn and also my home is a mess and I don't have enough storage for more craft materials ToT I am also craving enough free time to give my bathroom a makeover! I really wanna do a faux board-and-batten half wall treatment + paint the walls green but I keep going back forth on whether I want the bottom half or the top half to be green, so I've just been paralyzed by anxiety

Tagging: I feel like I don't know many people who are actively in fandom anymore.... @kairenn-n @coconutkay @cyborg-sabi annnd @sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog because I think it would be funny if the world's only ethically sourced unpaid intern filled out a silly tag game. No pressure to anyone of course :)

#tagged #booksnchocolate #tag game #about neko #if hank green was active on tumblr i'd have tagged him too #hhhhhh now i'm dreaming about setting up craft storage in my hallway closet #i've got like a whole shelf that's basically empty atm. could make it a craft station if i planned it right

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sga-owns-my-soul · 8 months

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10- Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

okay this is for "blinked" bc it's all i could find and it comes from my (very angsty) millers crossing au:

"Jeannie?" He sat up, shuffling his chair slightly closer. She blinked a couple of times, looking around the room before her eyes settled on him.

11- Link your three favorite fics right now

okay i just did another post with my 5 favourite fics i've written so i'm gonna do 3 different ones:

John felt himself smiling. The tension in his chest lessened slightly as he thought to himself. Ronon was right. Nothing could stop John from finding Rodney.

this one is a very short one shot, just a little look into how john was feeling after rodney was taken in millers crossing

“It’s not the jumper problem that’s bugging you, Sheppard. You and McKay are both being idiots, you just need to bone.” Lorne cringed heavily, eyes going wide at the blunt words Ronon suddenly spoke.

“What did you just say?” Sheppard asked, whipping around and narrowing his eyes at Ronon.

this is just that scene from brooklyn 99 but mcshep it's silly it's cracky it's funny i love it

It was a silly story from his childhood, a story he heard as a young boy on a family vacation. It was about werewolves and how they could turn back if someone who loved them, someone who trusted them, someone without any fear, called them by name.

The more Carson thought about the story, the more he wondered if that was what was happening. He had heard the story in Greece, was it possible it was an evolved version of a story an Ancient told? Had they seen something similar happen?

im so proud of this fic, i spent so long working on it and i'm really really happy with how it turned out. i think a lot about the context in which rodney uses different names for john (his rank vs sheppard vs john) and how intimate it always is when he calls him john and i like how that intimacy comes across in this fic

26- Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

out of my published fics, probably Honky Tonk Badonkadonk (it was SO stupid writing it i loved it) out of my wips probably either my millers crossing au or Who Hurt McKay (both VERY angsty fics about rodney bc i love putting that man in Situations)

27- What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

i answered my favourite part already in another ask but my least favourite part is trying to get past writers block. i hate it when i know where i want a scene to end up but i can't figure out how to get from point a to point b. it's frustrating and makes me wanna stop writing (and is a big reason why i have so many unfinished wips rn 😅)

#thaaaaaaaanks!!!#these are good questions #ask game #writing #my writing #fan fic #mcshep #sga

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sesamenom · 10 months

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I have a ton of bigger projects rn and am having a really hard time picking one to work on, so what are you people most interested in seeing in the near future?

(Disclaimer: the results of this poll are not the sole deciding factor in which piece i'll work on, but will definitely be a major part of it.)

Build-an-Elf 2

2nd edition of my Build an Elf. Subject elf has been picked but not revealed. Status: layout finished Features: One character, color+shading, moderate background Links: poll

Union of Elrond Intro

Intro art of a major scene for a Union of Elrond series I'm trying to get started. (mini summary: the Feanorions return during the early stages of the Fellowship/War of the Ring. Plans change, the Union of Maedhros is revived as the Union of Elrond.) Written piece is in the works for the intro art. Status: (art) first set of lines done, colors started. (writing) being edited Features: 16 characters and counting, 16+ horses, 1 dog, color+shading, some details in background Links: sneak peek

Family Tree v3

Version 3 of my massive family tree, this time trying to include every Legendarium character and accompanying art for larger groups (house of finwe, house of thingol, lords of gondolin) Group art will be recycled from my previous pieces, heraldry will be doodled. Up there w/ Union of Elrond in terms of complexity Status: (tree)in progress for 3 months, mostly finished. (art) House of Finwe + Thingol complete, Lords of Gondolin not started. Heraldry halfway done Features: lots of characters. too many even. colors. heraldry doodles. Links: v2

Silm Risk Board

Risk game board with a map of Beleriand instead. Regions are as accurate as I can make it (...unlike real Risk), though many regions are fragmented to get 42 territories in. Status: recently revived, halfway done. Features: no characters, lines

Improved Gollum Game Concepts

What it says on the tin. Art for a better version of the gollum game, which will not be made because I cannot code, but it's funny (imo) at least. Status: Doodles. Will be finished as colored doodles Features: Gollum, messy lines+color, white void background

Lords of Gondolin Group Piece

Also fairly straightforward. All the lords in one place because my lords of gondolin series got abandoned months ago. Similar to my House of Finwe group piece. Status: Not started Features: 12 characters, color, white void background

Fingolfin v Morgoth Animatic

Badly animated Fingolfin vs Morgoth battle. I've been working on this one on and off for a couple months so the quality/style changes a lot. By far the most complex/longest to complete Status: fingolfin is at the gates. very much unfinished Features: Animated 2 characters, black&white, grey void background

#silm #silmarillion #art #poll #polls

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kamelpferd · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

For now only on Wattpad ... I know not the best plattform for fanfictions (One Shots) but it feels like home to me for some reason, so like... yeah.

I mainly write One Shots (if I have time) and barely bigger projects but I have one for now. (July 28th 22) It is not finished yet and not fully rewritten and reread but... yeah. Idk what to say. It is about the Magnificent 7 from 2016, so probably not a lot of peoples cup of tea.

ANYWAYS, here is the masterlistof all of my finished One Shots, kind of a shortcut, so you don't have to scroll through my whole Wattpad account.

Bon Scott

• Keep Watching - Bon Scott x Angus Young x Reader

Angus Young

• Keep Watching - Bon Scott x Angus Young x Reader

Brian May

• Touch Me Gently - Roger Taylor x Brian May

Roger Taylor

• Touch Me Gently - Roger Taylor x Brian May

• The One Bed Trope - Roger Taylor x Reader

Meeks

• Study Dates - Meeks x Reader

• Holy Trinity - Meeks x Pitts x Reader

Pitts

• Holy Trinity - Meeks x Pitts x Reader

Porthos

• One For Me And Just For Me - Porthos x Reader

Captain Hook

• Headcanons - James Hook x Reader

Doc Holliday

• It's Never Not Painful - Doc Holliday x Reader

John Ruth

• The Hangman - John Ruth x Reader

Dr. King Schultz

• His Name Was King - Dr. King Schultz x Reader

• A Work Of Art - Dr. King Schultz x Reader

Goodnight Robicheaux

• NSFW Alphabet

Donny Donowitz

• What Are You Thinking About - Donny Donowitz x Reader

Captain Boomerang

• Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - Captain Boomerang x Reader

• Pink Fluffy Unicorn - Captain Boomerang x Reader

• The One Where I Fucked My Friend - Captain Boomerang x Reader

Ed Kemper

• Sympathy For The Devil - Ed Kemper x Reader

• Ed Kemper's Childhood Friend - Ed Kemper x Reader

John Munch

• I Think We're Alone Now - John Munch x Reader

Billy Hargrove

• Every Rose Has Its Thorn - Billy Hargrove x Reader

• Bed Of Roses - Billy Hargrove x Reader

This Masterlist is fully updated as I try to add every fanfiction as soon as I post it on Wattpad! English is not my first language, so please don't hurt me. I am trying my best.

I would have added more pictures and or gifs to my masterlist, but there is this annoying 10 picture limit on tumblr 😭 so I can't.

You need to know about me, that I LOVE pictures and gifs and shit, and I will throw as many of them into any type of media I post as I can! They make me happy, and it saddens me that I have a limit here, but oh well what can I do. (Do I sound like a child? Because in my head the shit I just wrote sounded really childish??? help???)

I have like 20 unfinished works in my inbox, but I have like 0 time to write bc. I am like failing at life rn, and I gotta get that under control, so be patient please. (As if anyone even reads my shit 😭 why am I acting like a celebrity, and why am I so... cringe???)

Shoot me please.

Anyways, here is my linktree.

#bon scott #angus young #brian may #roger taylor #meeks #porthos #doc holliday #john ruth #dr. king schultz #donny donowitz #captain boomerang #ed kemper #john munch #billy hargrove

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