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ghostlyferrettarot · 1 month

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•Pick a Picture: 🗝 Why are others curious about you?🐈‍⬛

•Pile 1 •Pile 2 •Pile 3

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🌸Pile 1: Four of wands, Seven of Cups, The Chariot.

Hi pile 1! People are curious about your personal life and activities. In the eyes of others you are seen as someone who has it all, although it may not be the case. People wonder how you do it, how you go through life with such a confidance and ambition; i see that you are a hard working person, you have the eyes on the prize pile 1. You may have perfectionist tendencies and be hard on yourself. The others wonder about your goals and plans, you seem as someone who is a force to be reckon with, al least this is the vibe that others pick up from you. You may be intimidating but this is because you know who you are and you are not afraid to take up space. I pick up a lot of envy from others, so please trust you intuitions when it comes to people; a lot of nossy energy too so probably others want to know about your personal life as well, i pick up a family member who is always on your back trying to get infomation about your life, don't worry about it tho your guides are always you and say to trust your gut feelings first✨️

🌸Pile 2: The empress, the Ace of cups, Three of swords.

Hi pile 2! I see that you've been working on your femenine energy and it shows! People are curious about your energy and aura. There's something so enchanting about you, it's so natural in you and people wonder how you do it. You may be in a glow up journey and this is something that other's notice, you are glowing pile 2!

I see that some people want to imitate your energy, they may be envious of you. Others see you as someone really charismatic and easygoing, you may have people approaching you or growing closer to you really quickly, this may be confusing to you pile 2 but it's because they feel at peace by your energy. I see that some of you may be into esoteric stuff; people also wonder about this aspect of you, about how in touch you feel with yourself, nature and spirit in general. I also see fairys so maybe you work or they would like to work with you.

You have a really beautiful energy pile 2 and you are doing an amazing job!

🌸Pile 3: Queen of cups, Nine of wands, Three of pentacles.

Hi pile 3! I see that you may be someone who is very careful with the people they let in their life. Other's wonder about this, about you in general pile 3, they wonder how they can get to know you and be ypur friend. I am hearing "exclusive" so others probably see you as someone who has a leader type of energy, other's probably look up to you in some way. Maybe you carry a lot of responsabilities pile 3 but you make it seem easy, i just heard Le sserafim song "Easy" haha so that may be important or something that your guides want you to listen. Others see you as someone misterious but those who know your enegy are the privileged ones. I see that you may have a close circle of friends but they are loyal and are the ones that know the real you. Others probably wonder how to be a part of your life too, there's something about you that sparkles a lot of curiosity on others, sometimes this peopleay even project their insecurities in you but don't worry about it, it has nothing to do with you pile 3; you are divinely protected by your guides!

🌸Thank you for reading and tell me if it resonated🌸

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maopll · 4 months

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Could I request Neuvillette, Kaeya, Al-Haitham and Wriothesley with an s/o who makes plushies of them to cuddle?

It's not You, but it's still You

#genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: mini them is gonna be so cute ! you guys are so creative with these asks like what

⌗:, pairings: otter, cryo abyss mage, smarty pants, & ex-convict w/ gn!reader (separately)

⌗:, warning: I changed their names in pairings because why not. + a lil but suggestive in wrio's part cause I've been in the mood to write smth like that 😳

— ୨୧ NEUVILETTE

The hands of the clocks seemed to ceaselessly turn. Pages after pages and files after files were being checked and approved by the Iudex. As soon as the clock struck to 6pm, the papers got closed with a thud and he made a beeline towards the office door. Not forgetting to bid farewell to Sedene, he walks, practically hopping towards your shared abode. Ah, he can't wait! to feel your warmth as you throw yourself at him once he enters the house.

After a short walk since your house is located quite close to the Court of Fontaine, he calls you, "Mon amour, I'm home" but is met with silence. He's not worried, yet not being able to hear your voice makes him rather confused since the house is never this silent. Rather than being inside your bedroom, you were snuggled up in his office chair in his work room. His large jacket covered most of you and it seems that you were cuddling....a plushie him?

You were awaken by the rather abrupt yet ferocious rain against the window sill. "why is it raining so?..." Oh, there he was, your gloomy boyfriend who just stared at the plushie in your hand with eyes that were filled with envy. Unknowingly, he was pouting, with his cheeks all puffed up and creases near his eyebrows. You looked once and twice at Neuvillette and at the mini Neuvillette in your hand. You burst out laughing since you couldn't control the laughter "oh my archons neuvi! what am I going to do with you if you act *wheeze* like this—" "dearest I don't see the reason why you must hold that close to you when you've very much got yourself an even bigger and a better and far more warmer than the one that you have..."

"alright alright fine" you indicated with your open arms that he was much welcome between them since the...former intruder has now been removed from its position. He kneeled down to your chest height and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. He snuggled into your chest all while purring as you scratched the top of his head in just the right positions. With a pleased sigh he whispers, "I'd argue that this is much better"

— ୨୧ KAEYA

Between your arms, by your bedside table and sometimes even between you two while you sleep! What! how long do you plan to torment him, the Calvarly Captain that everyone oh so sought! this is utterly unfair! No, it's not that he hates the plushie that you have made but he believes that access to parts like between your arms and on your lap, should be reserved for him and only him.

"Love, why is that with you?" he stared at the mini kaeya plushie beside you across the tavern table, eyes clearly showing his distate for it being able to be so so close to you. "Gosh Kaeya, don't you think you're being a little hostile so something which is quite harmless? What's gotten into you?". Kaeya would like to refute whatever you said. That has been the very reason why he hasn't been able to smell the scent of you on his cloak since you are always busy holding and travelling with that around.

So be it, he's going to go for the 'tit-for-tat' kind of way! He will also see how much you crave for his love and attention after he momentarily stops giving them to you. And just like that many nights pass by yet your spirit is as undying as ever while Kaeya is now as dry as a twig which desperately thirsts for water, which in his case is love. He barges quite rudely into the courtyard where you busy watering your plants looking dishelved. He strides over to you, picks you up on his arms ignoring your protests, flops you on the bed and cages you between his arms. "W-what's up with this sudd—" "Just stay quiet for a moment...please" with that you zip your mouth shut. His request wasn't rude and it did seem like he had lost all of his energy. You heaved a sigh at his childish behaviour but brushed it off since he really looked as if he was on the verge of breaking. "Don't do things like these again alright? I'll do whatever you want just...don't get jealous over a plushie". "Mhm.." that was the only thing kaeya said before he drifted off to comfortable slumber as he laid in your chest.

— ୨୧ ALHAITHAM

The way he stared daggers through the object supported by the lamp was so intense that it reached you who was rummaging through the book shelves in his office. Never in your time of serving as Alhaitham's secretary did you get to see or feel the way he was so enraged with something or someone. Look, it was alright if he was irritated by someone, but its a different story if he is irritated by an inanimate object.

"...I can feel your eyes seething with rage from this distance albi...". "What is the reason for it being here with us?" Arms crossed and cold, as if he was talking to a colleague regarding a problem in the Akademiya that needed the utmost attention. Well, to him that plushie of 'himself' was also equivalent to those agonizing problems. "Oh come on! it's so cute look at his tiny hands...wait are you actually trying to tell me that's its ugly and doesn't look like you that's why you hate it?" Sure the buttons looked crooked and the hair not quite similar to what he has but in no situation would he undermine your works that you have poured your heart to. "No habibi that's not what I meant..." Bullseye. You hit him right in the spot. He can't really keep his composure when you are sad or gloomy.

"Fine I apologise. I don't hate what you made but...I just wanted to spend some time alone with you...and have your...attention to me" the last sentence was barely above a whisper but it seems that he forgot the face that both you and him were alone in this big space where even the smallest of whispers become the ice-breaking sounds. "Aww was my baby jealous? oh you big child". It's not often that he gets jealous but when he does he looks really adorable. You can't really keep your lips from smooching all over his face and ruffling his hair.

— ୨୧ WRIOTHESLEY

He loves tea. Thus he loves tea parties as well. Whenever he has tea with you he keeps a spare cup, for a very special guest. A mini him in the form of a plushie. He adore this craftwork of yours since you made it with love for him with him in your mind. He loves you to the moon and back so anything that you make automatically gets his utmost love.

"Mhm...what tea is this? Looks like it's a new one" you asked him in a soft voice so as not to disturb the peaceful silence that lingers in his office. "You're correct, it's hibiscus tea. Siegwinne got it from Sedene when she was visiting Neuvillette for his daily checkup". "Ah, no wonder. It still tastes really delicious. Probably because you made it" you smirked attempting to tease him. "Heh I'm sure Wrio here also like it" indeed it is the name of the plushie you made. You were in the mood for being a little naughty today.

"Since he likes it, I'm sure he's busy relishing the taste of the tea so...I can have you all to myself now right?" you inched closer to him in an alluring yet amorous way. "Oh it looks like my dear here is in the mood for something that's a little more hot and steamy than the tea" "You know me well don't you your grace?". You lifted his face with your fingers in a gently hypnotizing way. "You make me weak yknow that? his slurred voice was an open invitation to continue your ministrations.

"Be careful. The tea might grow cold we can't keep this for too long now..."

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champagnefountains · 2 months

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So...Alastor went missing for a while after the extermination right? Would you be open to a story where the reader is taking care of Al after he gets back? Maybe still a little mad at him for vanishing, more worried about him being hurt...just the fall out that comes from not knowing if he was alive or not? Your first Lucifer story was wonderful!! You really have a solid foundation for this and I'm excited to see more from you!!

Aw, thank you so much! I'm really, really glad you enjoyed the Lucifer story! And omg, I love this idea...I live for angst so here's some more~!

ALASTOR - H.H.

A/N: They probably were able to rebuild the entire hotel in less than a day, but just to make it more dramatic, I made Alastor's disappearance two days long. Also, I'm not exactly too happy with the pacing here...so I apologise in advance ;-;

Word count: 2.8k+ words (I need to control myself...also unedited, sorta). Genre/other tags: Angst with good ending. OOC Alastor (I think?...sorry...). Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of blood. Talk about loss/death.

After the cancellation of this year’s extermination and Hell's victory against Heaven’s forces, Charlie and the team had spent the next couple of days repairing the damages caused. The team’s morale was as high as ever as they busied themselves reconstructing and making significant renovations to the hotel, their spirits brightening at the prospect of the potential influx of evil-doers to their establishment. There was no doubt that the hotel’s popularity had boomed, as there wasn’t a single soul in Hell that didn’t know about their contribution towards the annual culling.

However, there was one thing that had been plaguing your mind since the end of the bloodshed: Alastor's whereabouts. Everyone, including yourself, knew that the Radio-Demon was more than capable of looking after himself, considering his high-regarded reputation in all the Nine Circles. However, it’s been two days since the battle and there wasn’t a single trace of him anywhere. And as his significant other, it bothered you to no end. And it wasn’t like you could call him either – Alastor strictly refused to use a mobile phone or any electronic device, no matter how much you pried. He didn’t even make any attempts to reach out to you, whether it be from your own portable radio that he gifted you, or even a small note or letter. Absolutely nothing.

Currently, the hotel has just completed its final transformation with big thanks to Lucifer and Charlie's magical powers and sorcery. With your distress multiplying with every passing second, you couldn't bring yourself to be as excited as the others. You silently excused yourself from the group by the main entrance, wandering off to the furthest side of the building and turning the corner. With a trembling sigh, you leaned against the wall, covering your mouth with your hands as a sob wracks through your body.

You hadn't felt as anxious as you were, in so, so long. It must've been the build up from the months-long preparations made to fend off Heaven to now, that had you overwhelmed. Yes, there was no doubt that Alastor was powerful, but he fought Adam head on – the very first man – which you were able to only catch minor glimpses of in the midst of battle. And that was probably the last time you saw him.

You didn't want to think about the possibility of loss. Because there's no way, right? ...Right? The others were also quick to reassure you plenty of times, sensing your growing unease with each passing day. But it did little to nothing to help ease your nerves. Preoccupied in your own despair, you failed to sense an approaching figure among the shadows.

"'Cher? What are you doing, hiding all the way down here?" A static-like voice called out, causing you to stiffen, "you should be celebrating with the others! You wouldn't want to miss out on such an exciting time!" Eyes widening, you swiftly pivoted yourself to face them. Low and behold, the source of your worries stood before you, all in one piece, smiling down at you with his usual Cheshire-like grin.

"...Alastor?" You weakly called out. Your wavering tone caused the Overlord to raise a brow, mild confusion taking over him. "Yes, my dear?" He asks with a tilt of his head. But it wasn't until he took a closer look at your distressed features that his expression softened a faction. "Darling, you're upset...why are you crying?"

Despite your immense relief, you couldn't help but send him a baffled look. "Wha-Why am I crying? Are you serious, Al?" You spat back incredulously. "You've been gone for two days! Two days! And I didn't know where or-or how you were! Can’t you even imagine how I must've felt when I couldn't find you after the fight?” Alastor only blinked at your sudden outburst. “And you don't even think to tell any of us where you've gone off to! I thought...I-I thought..." Your voice died down as a sob threatened to leave your throat. "I-I thought you were gone."

"Oh, dear, don't be silly," Alastor softly chuckles, fixing his monocle, "it'll take more than those pesky, little angels to get rid of me!" His lanky legs strided towards you, his head shaking in mild amusement. He stops just before you, leaning forward to pat your head reassuringly. Sniffling, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest. It gave you the reassurance you wanted and needed – it was proof that he was here with you, physically. However, the action unexpectedly causes Alastor to stiffen. You furrow your brows, lifting your head to send him a questioning look.

"...Al? Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, slowly unwrapping yourself to inspect him. Usually, Alastor didn't mind whether you initiated physical contact and vice versa, especially considering that you had been together for a while now. You then glanced behind him and your surroundings in caution – there didn't seem to be anyone watching either, knowing that he wasn't as fond of PDA.

As you pan your eyes towards his face, you were surprised to see a tensed expression. "N-Nothing to worry about, darling," he says through a forced smile, waving his hand dismissively before sharply pivoting himself the other direction. "Now, shall we go join the others now? They're probably wondering where we've both gone!" Nonchalant, he begins walking off with his hands crossed behind his back. That was...strange. Something was clearly wrong, you think to yourself.

"Al, wait!" You jog towards him, passing and stopping him in his tracks. "Is...is there something wrong?" You worriedly ask. "I just...I feel like you're not telling me something. I-If I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to–"

You felt your words die in your throat as a noticeably large, wet patch began to form against his dress shirt. You let out a startled gasp. "Wha–you're‐you're bleeding!" You cry in panic, hands raising and twitching in front of you with uncertainty. His expression darkening, Alastor stubbornly shook his head, gently pushing you aside by the shoulder, "Like I said, it's nothing to worry about. It's not but a small scratch! I'll be fine, dear–"

"No, you're not fine!" You interjected, eyes blurring in tears and wavering. Your hands shook as you gawked at the growing stain on his shirt. At that, you didn't miss the way Alastor's lips twitched in presumed pain, as small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Gritting your teeth, you reach out to grab his wrist, preparing to pull him towards the hotel's entrance. "Come on, Al. W-We need to get you cleaned up–" A firm squeeze in your hand stopped you in your tracks as you turned back to face him, distressed.

"[Name]. I said I'll be fine," he sternly says, his voice contorting in static. Despite the sinister grin he displayed, it left you unfazed. You pinched your brows and balled your fists in frustration, staring at him in disbelief. "...What the hell is wrong with you?" You hiss at the deer-demon, "You're clearly not fine–you wouldn't be fucking bleeding right now if you were fine!"

Alastor clicked his tongue, "Darling, you're exaggerating too much, don’t you think? You don't need to fret—"

"Shut up! I-I don't give a damn who you think you are! Strong Overlord or not, I'm worried, okay?! I-I'll always be worried about you!" Angry tears began pouring from your eyes. "I was scared for my life when I didn't hear from you the past few days! I didn't know what happened to you–if you were okay or even alive! I-I couldn't even get a single blink of sleep last night, so don't fucking tell me to not worry!" Alastor's egotistical and prideful personality was not news to you and everyone else – you knew how stubborn he could be, and now was no exception. It was absolutely infuriating.

Alastor's grim expression eased at your growing distress, his stomach twisting uncomfortably as he watched you messily wipe your face. You took a brief moment to compose yourself, your breaths shaky and uneven. "Look, just–I don't want to argue right now, okay?" You hiccup, "i-if you don't want the other's seeing you like this, just...I-I don't know, teleport us inside the hotel somewhere. Just anything, so I can stitch you up properly."

Begrudgingly, Alastor manifested his microphone from thin air. He didn't have any room to argue with you here. He then softly taps the ground with the bottom of the stand twice, casting a group of black shadows from the ground. They surrounded you both in a circular-like motion, completely filling your sights with a black void. There was a brief gust of wind and it didn't take long until they dissipated, the both of you now standing in what was assumed to be your new shared room in the hotel – it was nearly identical to your previous one before the reconstruction, save for the new wallpaper.

"Remove your shirt. I'll get the kit," you immediately order as you point at the bed, gesturing for him to sit. You then disappear into the bathroom for a brief moment, grabbing the small first-aid kit under the sink before returning to the bedroom. Alastor had already sat himself down the edge of the bed, his dirty button-up and coat neatly folded on the floor, and his chest bare. You grimaced as you eyed the massive, fresh gash across his scarred chest, that was somewhat tended to with poor stitching.

You let out a disapproving sigh. "I expected your patching to be a little better than this,” you comment as you set the kit beside him, taking out some gauze and alcohol. Alastor rolls his eyes. "It's not everyday you get struck by an angelic weapon, dear," he shoots back sarcastically. There was a small stagger in your movement, your jaw clenching as a deep frown settled on your lips. So it was because of Adam that he's in this state, you sourly think. You try to not let the thought affect you too much as you begin disinfecting his wound.

While you were fixing him up, the both of you remained in complete silence. You actively chose to ignore his piercing gaze in the meantime, which practically burned through your skull as you maintained your focus solely on his wound. Your earlier frustrations didn't seem to simmer down either, deciding to keep quiet to prevent another one-sided shouting battle. As much as you loved Alastor, his lack of understanding towards your concerns vexed you to no end. Because, hypothetically speaking, what if he had actually died during his fight against Adam? If his body went missing, you were never going to find the closure you needed and were probably gonna go on with your life not knowing of his whereabouts. Your life would've been completely miserable with the constant grieving. And like Alastor smartly said, it wasn’t everyday that he’d be fighting a divine opponent, so definitive defeat wouldn’t be completely off of the table despite being quite powerful himself.

The mere thought brought fresh tears to your eyes, which you were quick to blink away. ‘No…there’s no point dwelling in the past and what-if’s,’ you reprimand yourself. Alastor’s here, after all. That's the only thing that matters right now. But regardless, you still remained upset.

After a while and now satisfied with your craft, you neatly applied a bandage around his chest and waist. "...Don't put too much pressure on it for a while," you quietly advised as you began packing the equipment away. You continued to ignore his gaze, knowing that you'd lose your composure if you were to look at him. Without sparing him a glance, you lazily chucked the kit by the bedside table and made your way towards the door. Shortly after, you left the room without another word.

You found yourself aimlessly walking on the balcony facing the bar, near the main entrance. There, you saw Charlie walking up the stairs adjacent from you, who was quick to catch your approaching form. "[Name], there you are! I was just looking for you!" She cheerily says, skipping towards you with excited steps. "Everything looks so, so amazing, can you believe it?! Oh, oh! We all saw Alastor, by the way! I told you he was going to be fine–erm, [Name]?" The Princess forced her banter to a halt upon spotting your swollen, red eyes.

"Hey, hey, what happened?" She softly asks, coming forth to rub your back. You open your mouth to speak but consciously stop to think your answer through. You knew not to speak a word of Alastor’s state at the moment, knowing it would desecrate his persona. So you decide to keep it short and vague.

"Alastor and I...we, uhm…had a small fight," you briefly explain with a tight-lipped smile. Charlie’s eyes softened in understanding. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did...do you wanna talk about it?” She kindly offers, holding your hand. You shake your head, “It’s alright, Princess. I’ll be okay in due time.” You didn’t want to dampen the overall mood and atmosphere, after all the hard work and sweat shed for this very moment. “Well, I mean, if you’re sure…” she hesitantly replies, giving you another quick look-over. “Say, how about we get you cleaned up a little and we head down and join the others? It’ll help clear your mind a little bit, yeah?”

Bless her heart, you think with a small smile. With a nod, Charlie dragged you to the nearby restroom, where you splashed your face with water and did minor touch-ups to look somewhat decent. Shortly after, you joined the others by the main lounge, who all cheered and welcomed you with open arms. All the while, your mind automatically wandered to Alastor, who you knew was dwelling somewhere within the hotel.

After a couple hours of celebration, you all decided to retire for the night, exhausted from the day's work. Charlie had sent you off with a small hug, wishing you luck as you slowly made your way back to your room. You felt your heart thump loudly against your ears as you spotted your room number in the distance, which only intensified as you reached for the knob and opened the door.

With a deep breath, you entered the room and to your surprise, you found Alastor where you had left him. However this time, he was already in his night-wear and was comfortably sitting upright and against the bed frame, legs under the covers and reading some book. He made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he hummed a random, sweet tune, licking a finger to flick a page of the novel he was supposedly engrossed in. You didn't know what would've irked you more – the fact that he wasn't addressing you right now or alternatively, if he were to go on about his day in his usual chirpy-self, and not bring up what had happened. Reciprocating his behaviour, you wordlessly went to the bathroom to do your usual night routine and changed into a comfortable set of pyjamas. When you were done, you beelined towards your side of the bed, stiffly slipping under the covers with your back facing him and pulling the covers close to your face.

The tension was dripping as the room filled with an uncomfortable silence. You unconsciously found yourself pacing your own breaths, as if you were worried that you were breathing a sound wave too loud. You also didn't move a single inch from your spot, remaining stagnant like a statue. It remained that way for a short while, unable to find a single blink of sleep or tiredness, just as you did the past couple days.

“Darling, I know you’re awake…” Alastor says, finally breaking the silence as he shuts his book with a soft thud, placing it by the bedside table. There was a brief pause, as if he was waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. You listen intently in silent anticipation as you dug yourself further into your pillow.

“I…I wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. It wasn’t in my intentions to upset you,” he continues, “I didn’t mean to carelessly dismiss your concerns the way I did. I understand that you’re merely worried for me. After all, if had it been you in my place instead, I would’ve acted the same way, if not more. And I’m sorry for troubling you these past few days. It was due to my carelessness that made you disregard your own health and caused you so much distress. With that, I want to express my utmost gratitude to you for looking after me despite it all. I…I hope you can forgive me, darling.”

It was simple and straight to the point. And yet, his words struck a chord with you, causing a new onset of tears to flow and dampen the bed sheets. Alastor wasn’t one to easily admit his faults and apologise the way he did, so his words had so much of an impact on you. Though you had your own few questions to ask him, you suppose that this was enough for the time being as you didn’t want another day to go by, remaining in conflict with each other. You turn yourself to face him, sitting up and tearfully looking up at him. Silent, Alastor looked back down at you in a hopeful manner, his usual grin on his face. “O-Of course, I forgive you,” you quietly replied as you carefully hugged his side, “I-I just…I want you to look after yourself better. I-I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself if I had lost you then.”

Huffing in relief, he softly snickers into your hair, running one of his claws through its strands. “Like I said, you won’t lose me, my dear. I’ll even wreak havoc across all of Hell to get back to you,” he cheesily coos as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You wetly chuckle at his remark, leaning into him closer. “That’s quite a huge commitment to make, Al. You promise you gonna keep your word for it?” you jokingly reply, playfully poking at his chest. Grin widening, Alastor boops your nose with a single digit, “that’s a guarantee, darling.”

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor

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eavee-ry · 5 months

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i actually have some questions regarding island of the slaughter as I'm wanting to do a sequel/spinoff fanfic but I want to make sure not to mess up your vision.

Are the spirits trapped to certain parts of the island unable to move about or are they able to move about the island freely (they just can't get off)

Are they hostile and bloodthirsty towards everyone that enters the island now like the man that killed them or was McLean just marked for death because he was the one that caused the whole situation in the first place?

(to kind of go with the above) if say a castaway were to end up on the island would they need to follow the rules to avoid risking the spirts' wrath or was that all essentially and elaborate prank to mess with Chris's head before doing him in in?

Are there any canon Island of the slaughtered ships I need to keep in mind?

Could someone in theory repair the spirits?(unsew Owen give Heather a body al la reverse headless horseman ect.)

Sorry for all the questions I just want to make sure I get this right. 😅

Okay you really are invested with IOTS TYSMM

1. The spirits are able to move around freely, but their designated places are like their home (or spawn point idk😭)

2. The campers weren’t familiar with Alejandro nor Sierra, but still, they may come as hostile if they feel threatened— so yeah, pretty much anyone who would enter the island would be at risk of dying in the campers’ hands if they break their boundaries (Chris is their #1 target though)

3. Same answer as #2!

4. There aren’t any ships canon in IOTS but Duncan and Courtney! I’m quite fond of NoCo in the story though, but it can be viewed as a friendship or more.

5. No i like bullying them

6. I know IOTS is “all over the place” since it was just a thing I made for fun, and I understand if people get confused! I just really like it when viewers can interpret some of the open-ended stuff

also I love the theories that you guys made! they’ll never be confirmed though since I gave up on the series now😥

also i’ve seen people say Alejandro and Sierra were the killers even though they first arrived on the island with Chris (you can make AUs of it dw, just don’t claim it’s true😭)

#island of the slaughtered #total drama #ask

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scoutswritingcorner · 2 months

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Hey lovely~ I got a angsty idea for you

How about a alastor fic? Where he loves reader and he goes to tell them but? Their dating Lucifer~ so? He sees them kissing and stuff

Whatever else you wanna add feel free too

Hello Love~ Here ya go~

Sweet As Apple Pie

Lucifer x GN!Reader x Alastor

(RadioApple x GN!Reader)

A/N: This is my first time writing a ship x reader fic so if it’s kinda weird I apologize.

TW:Jealousy, Alastor and Lucifer fighting, Alastor crying and even more crying at the end.

Finally finding the courage to tell you how he feels, Alastor quickly finds out how late he was..until you have a talk with him.

The walk back from Cannibal Town was quiet, giving Alastor the perfect opportunity to think about how he was going to exactly talk to you about his weird feelings about you. The feelings he would rather keep pushed down but Rosie had convinced him that he could talk to you and it wouldn’t kill him, even if it killed his pride a little bit. How could he think about that right now when something caught his eye from a shop across the road, something that you would love.

When Alastor got back to the hotel, something immediately felt off to him. Then he heard it, your laughter mixed with Lucifer’s laughter. That short stump of a man thinking he can take your heart from him? His pace quickened as he tried to figure out where you were located, his undead heart skipping a beat when he heard you laugh harder, the gift in his pocket feeling heavier and heavier by the second. Stopping near the kitchen door, he raised his hand about to knock on the door, his gaze softening as he glanced over your frame. The way the apron was tied around you and how you had flour all over your face, holding a knife in one hand and a peeled apple in the other. The soft smile was replaced with a strained grin when he saw how that small nuisance that everyone called a King, pulled you down into a gentle kiss wiping a cloth over your flour covered face. Why did his chest hurt?

A scowl graced his lips as Lucifer finally looked over at him. “Oh it’s you,” He called out, making Alastor glare at him, you looked over and smiled at him. “Al! What can I do for you?” you walked over but before you could touch him, he backed up and shook his head making up an excuse to leave quickly. He quickly disappeared to hide in his room. He sat down on one of his chairs and looked down as something wet was running down his face. He blamed it on the condensation of the bayou but deep deep down..he knew it wasn't the cause of the condensation.

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It was an hour after you had watched Alastor leave without explanation, you excused yourself from Lucifer (who pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes) but you promised to be back as soon as you could. You knew better than to follow after Alastor immediately especially since he looked so agitated. You hummed carrying a plate of his favorite snack that you had made for him in hopes it would lift his spirits even if a little bit. You loved Alastor but understood that romantic emotions for him were few or far inbetween. You respected him in every sense of the word and you hoped it shined through even if he was a bit of a drama queen. You just didn’t know how far he would go to protect you. He would destroy the Earth if he had the chance to see you smile at him once more.

Your feelings for Lucifer had just hit you out of nowhere one day, you were talking with Angel about it (cause the boy loves drama) and when you said it outloud it scared you. You had feelings for The King of Hell- the Big Boss man himself and when Angel saw the tears forming the laughter stopped immediately to comfort you. Who knew a year later that he’d be asking you out on dates and being an anxious gentleman. You loved both of them equally, but how could you bring it up to either one of them? They both hated each other and they didn’t dare hide it, so you did what you do best. You pushed down your feelings and tried to forget.

You took a deep breath and knocked on Alastor’s bedroom door, “Al? It’s me, can I come in?” You called out patiently waiting hoping he wasn’t in his tower doing a broadcast but before the thought to go check his tower crossed your mind, his door opened to reveal him to be asleep in his chair. His shadow happily letting you in, you smiled towards the shadow who curled around you before moving about his room. Walking towards him and hearing how the soft radio static changed to different stations as he slept made a soft smile pull at your lips.

You placed the treat on the table next to the chair and moved to carefully drape a blanket over him. A hand reached up and grabbed your arm making you yelp in surprise as Alastor chuckled his arm gently rubbing where he grabbed your arm. “Sorry to wake you, Al..I wanted to deliver your favorite snack..I hope I made it to your liking.” You whispered out watching as he slowly blinked the sleep from his crimson eyes. Your heart fluttered as you watched him for a moment before you looked away, you couldn’t think like that. He wasn’t interested in you like that.

“I bet it’s amazing as always, Dear. Now how did you get inside my room?” He hummed standing up and stretching causing you to fully realize he wasn’t wearing his jacket and his tail (oh god his tail looked super fluffy) was happily wagging. Your eyes snapped on his figure before chuckling, “You’re shadow let me in..are you okay? You seemed agitated earlier.” You asked fiddling with the hem of your shirt. He stayed silent for a moment as he put his coat back on before sitting back down and motioning for you to do the same, which you happily do sitting down on the couch in his room.

You both sat in silence for a few moments longer, nothing out of the ordinary between both of you, you glanced over a few times to see him happily eating the treat you had made. You smiled and looked away allowing him to take his time to collect his thoughts even if it took an hour for him to do so, you didn’t mind sitting in his company. After what you assumed was half an hour or maybe even ten minutes a loud knock erupted from the door causing Alastor to glare at the door.

“My Love?~ Are you still there?” Lucifer called out as you got up and looked over at Alastor who had also stood up, his ears flat against his head in annoyance. He opened the door and glared at Lucifer, “You are interrupting our time together.” He growled out causing Lucifer to scoff and roll his eyes, “I’m the one interrupting? I’m not the one who disappeared and made my dearest worry about you.” He growled back before his eyes landed on you, his gaze softening. “Darling there you are, the apple pie is done if you’d like to come down and try a slice?~” He purred out, gently grabbing your hands as soon as you got close.

You smiled and looked back at Alastor, “Would you like to join? I can make your favorite tea as we speak?” He nodded and reached over to brush your hair out of your eyes, “Of course, give me a moment and I’ll be right down.” He ignored how Lucifer gave him a dirty glare and pulled you closer to him. He turned back into his room to make sure he still had the gift hidden in his jacket pocket before grabbing the now empty plate from the table, he could tell you couldn’t he?

As you got back into the kitchen you smiled seeing how Lucifer had graciously pulled the apple pie out of the oven. “You didn’t want to take the first slice, Luci?” You gently squeezed his hand as red blush creeped up his cheeks. “Nope! I wanted to wait until you got the first slice.” He hummed watching as Alastor appeared from the shadows into the kitchen cleaning up the dishes with a flick of his wrist. You gave Lucifer’s hand a gentle squeeze before moving to start making Alastor’s favorite tea.

It was silent for a moment longer before Alastor cleared his throat ready to rip whatever he felt off of his chest. “I uh..I realized I have certain feelings and Rosie urged me to get them off my chest.” He said not looking over at you but he could feel Lucifer’s glare. “Oh? Who’s the lucky person to catch your eye, Al?” your voice was soft as he took a moment messing with his cane as he sent a look towards Lucifer, “I..It’s you, Dear.” He whispered out his ears flickering before he stood up seeing you drop a plate on the ground, hands shaking. Lucifer ran over to check for any cuts on your hands, constantly glancing at your face trying to decipher your emotions.

You were silent for the longest time as you felt guilty all those emotions had bubbled over into a flurried mess of tears and laughter. Not the point and laugh kids did to each other in school but more of the you felt like a moron. Oh, Alastor felt downright horrible seeing you cry like that, walking over and ignoring how Lucifer was basically cursing his bloodline he gently cupped your chin. Lifting your head so you could look at him, the laughter dying down to a loud sob as you kept apologizing over and over to them both. How you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole right now.

“I feel so bad-” you sobbed out causing Lucifer to gently wipe your tears away, “What’s wrong, Love?” he asked softly his heart hurting as he hated seeing you cry like this. “I’m in love with both of you but you both hate each other-” you exclaimed causing the both of them to cast a glance at each other. “Oh darling..” Alastor whispered out as Lucifer sighed, “Let’s talk about it okay? I’m not upset at you if that’s what you're thinking.” Leading you to a chair he helped you sit down. Gently holding your head close to his chest as apologies slipped through your lips allowing Alastor to give you some calming tea.

After a few moments of talking it out between both of them, they were able to come to a conclusion of sharing you. Alastor gently hummed a soft tune as he pulled out the gift from his pocket and gave it to you. Lucifer was most definitely going to try and one up him later but for right now? He was more focused on giving you kisses and cuddles to keep those tears away from your eyes, “Don’t you want to go eat some pie, Lucie? You were looking forward to eating some.” You whispered out blushing darkly as Alastor kissed your knuckles and Lucifer grumbled, “Hmm..No..You’re kisses are as sweeter than that apple pie~” he hummed out his chest puffing out hearing your laughter. “You’re both dorks.”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x alastor #lucifer x you #appleradio #radioapple #alastor x gn!reader #lucifer x gn!reader

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genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles · 9 months

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i would like to request a yandere scenario but oh no it's really really sad. if you can, i would want to see yandere kazuha, childe, tighnari like regretting breaking reader. like reader keeps getting hurt by the yanderes until they feel nothing and at first the yanderes didn't mind it thinking they were obeying them but then they start feeling guilty for breaking you because now you aren't expressing any emotions, no matter what they do.

all in all, very very angst at the end

OMG I LOVE THIS ANSGDYNRDRINWONGHer. You going make me cause drama for no reason and go in my emo phase and it will be all MY FAULT. And yours too, but mostly mine. Trigger Warning: Vomiting, force feeding, Privacy violation, Not eating, and etc of that nature.

Kazuha ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅─ ⋅ ⋅──╮

You were once a free spirited person, wild, and challenged the world. Nothing could shake you. You were fierce and rebellious. You had fire in your eyes Now Kazuha was staring at your lifeless body, as you sat on the bed staring at nothing, with a chain collar and leash on your neck attached to the wall. Kazuha had a fear of losing you, ever since he lost his precious friend to Raiden Shogun. He saw how wild you were, as his anxieties got the best of him. Kazuha restricted you, to where you went, how you got there, he would lose his temper on you if you did anything rash or reckless.

Everyday, he would fight with you. Everyday, he would take a piece of you one by one, in front of your face, with his own hands. Your childhood friend who was a man, that you were *way* too close with? Gone. Doesn’t matter how, or why. Gone. Your family who is taking way too much of your time? Gone. Your pets that you admit that you would drop anything for...indirectly including him? Gone. However Kazuha fell in love with the rebellious free spirited person you were, you fought alongside him, taught him new tricks in battle, you were incredibly agile and intelligent. Well..not anymore. Kazuha stared at your lifeless body, as you were alive, but you weren’t responding. Your eyes were greyed out, you refused to even digest food, as when Kazuha tried to feed you, it just fell out of your mouth. Kazuha wiped your mouth, and coo'd you. "Come on my love, you desperately need to eat. I can’t stand you losing so much weight this fast. Don’t make me shove this down now..." Kazuha, frustrated with himself, with you with the idea that everything will be the same after everything he had done, he cried on your lap. However, you felt nothing but a warm lump of weight.

Childe ╔══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══════╗

Childe had you locked up in a small cage, all of it decorated in pink and cute attire. However...that dead face of yours didn’t go along with the theme. You were dressed in pink and purples. The cage was beautifully decorated, as you were a little princess in her little cage. However, you used to be a tomboy who hated girly clothing. You loved fighting, you loved challenges, you loved eating. You were incredibly independent, and the part that bothered Childe the most, is that you had a generous amount of male friends. You liked male friends as company, as it served better than female. They understood you, and your style.

Childe was someone with quite a temper when it was triggered. And it was triggered a lot when he sees your hand on their shoulder, back, and even hand. No matter how many times, he had threatened your friends with his glare, balde, his "devoted loving" eyes, nothing seemed to work. He had to do it. It was either he murdered all of them, however of course you didn’t want that. So, he was left with no choice but to betray your trust and carrying you into a cage while you sleep. He placed heating pads in there for course. Along with pillows. Of course, he would feed you three meals a day, He would always feed you your favorite meals. He would bathe you, dress you and of course he refused to let you use the bathroom so...there were other alternatives to that. However, everyday, your privacy was violated, no matter how much you scream to ask him to stop, respect your boundaries, let you go, However, he just continues to take care of you, way past your comfort. You begged him to let you go, let you have your friends back, your life. You hated all the pretty things he forced you to wear because he wanted you to be his one and only princess. However, all of that is too late, as he stared at you, pale, lifeless, leaning against the cage bars. You no longer complained or screamed. You no longer cared. You became a shell of yourself. The cage is all you knew. You didn’t even look at anything anymore. The world around you were hollow and disconnected. "Don't look at me like that...you asked for this! You wanted this! I had no..I had no choice..." Childe spoke in a stern and angry voice, however, the tears streaming down his face couldn’t mask the regret in his voice.

Tighnari └── •✧• ──── •✧• ──── •✧• ────•✧• ──┘

Tighnari was angrily force feeding you hypericum perforatum with frustration, as you lay there. None of his medicines and herbs were working. This herb was specifically meant to treat your mental state, more so, assumingly your depression. However, you were beyond depression. You were b̷̢̐ṟ̷̹͂̇o̵͍̤͆͆̉̎k̴̗̝̆̑͊̚è̶̟͖̺̓̅̈́n̵͎̣͌̀̇͜. So no form of treatment can really help you, can they? Despite Tighnari knowing this, he was still trying to force feed you this herb, hoping you can be as cheerful and happy as you used to be. However, there was nothing. There was nothing but vomit around him, as when force feeding you, your body would only make you vomit the contents out on him. Tighnari screamed in frustrated, as he cupped your face as tried to coo'd you. "Why...Why are you like this? I just did what was best for us! You can’t keep doing this forever! You are supposed to by my happy little flower forever!" He complained and looked into your dead eyes. You were just a wonderful gardener, who loved plants, who loved trees. You loved the green nature, and you grew them as you please. You were such a gentle women. You were kind, funny, and you always were laughing and smiling. You had a proficiency in making medicine, and poison. However, you created medicines to help travelers and townspeople. Despite Sumeru having free health care, you wanted to help those who were unfortunate. Tighnari fell in love with that. He wanted you very badly. And just when he got you in his arms, you went limp. He got too greedy. He was constantly scolding you. He wanted to grow your gardens only for him, and make medicines only for him. He wanted all this to himself. He wanted you, his precious flower, to himself. He got too greedy, and locked you in his house. He wanted you to satisfy his needs and his only. Funny how that worked out for him, huh?

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dovabunny · 6 months

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(Ghost)Soap AU Concept - His Hair

Cw: angst, minor character death mention, miscommunication. Inspired by Wine and Wheat by Noel_o on Ao3

Soap looks down at his trembling hand holding the electric razor, the buzz not drowning out the words echoing in his mind.

"You're not even a little embarrassed?" "No one will take you seriously looking like that." "It looks ridiculous!" "Did you really think-"

He lifts it to his head.

...

The night started with Soap in high spirits. He was proud of the latest mission - his new self-made bombs saved the day and maybe he was feeling a little cocky.

Which is usually nothing new or problematic when surrounded by his closest friends - Ghost, Gaz, Price, Rudy and Ale.

🧼: tellin ye, Cap', I deserve some chest candy for my ingenuity! Might just have rewritten the military demolitions handbook today.

Price just rolls his eyes.

That's when it started.

🧢: No offense, mate. But you show up at HQ with that hair, no one will take you seriously.

Ale choked on his beer, Rudy tried to hide a smile. "Dios mio, so it's not just us who thinks it looks ridiculous?" Ale looked to Price. "How is that allowed?"

💰: We're not sticklers for regulation in the 141 - but maybe we'll have to make an exception this time.

They all laughed and agreed.

Soap didn't. He felt his throat close and had to remind himself that they're just teasing, they don't mean it.

Rudy, sweet, kind Rudy gave his 5 cents next. "You're brilliant with bombs, friend, but really - you look in the mirror and decide that's your style? Not even a little embarrassed?"

Soap swallowed thick.

This isn't new. He's been mercilessly teased about his mowhak for that last 15 years. Till he joined the 141. He'd thought he was finally past shallow insults.

His ma had told him she loves it, three weeks before she lost her long battle, her own hair having fallen out months before. So he kept it.

He tried to deflect, be the usual fun, bubbly Soap they used to respond well to.

🧼: ah c'mon, ye are all just jealous ye can't touch my destructive talents!

Then the killing blow struck.

Ghost, the only man he's ever truly wanted, whose opinion mattered more than anything else.

Ghost chuckled, shoulders shaking with it as he shook his head. Surely he wouldn't-

💀: They're not wrong. You look like a 80s punk band reject, Soap.

'Soap'. Not Johnny. Ghost cares about Johnny, not Soap. He hopes...

💀: C'mon Johnny, you didn't really think it's a style that demands respect.

The agreeing laughter around the table didn't feel friendly, it felt cruel.

Was he really a laughing stock to them? Did they talk like this behind his back too? Was he just a joke they kept around cause he was good at blowing shit up.

They never even cared to ask why he had it.

He gave a rough brittle laugh, kept his head down, and made a half-assed excuse of needing to piss. Keeping his face turned away he rushed to the bathroom, he knows he's not strong enough to face the teasing if they see the tears in his eyes.

He climbs out the window and leaves.

No one texts or calls to check in him on the way back, walking instead of taking a taxi, hoping to clear his head. It didn't help. His ma always called him her gentle boy, said his heart was good and to protect it.

She was right about that. But turns out, wrong about his hair.

He can't fix what he's like on the inside. It stays broken no matter how he tried.

But he can fix what he's like on the outside. Make him look fixed, at least.

He picks up the electric razor he kept for the sides of his head. Ghost usually shaved it for him. He always teased that he was gonna shave it all...

A lock of hair falls.

#soapghost #ghostsoap #johnny soap mactavish #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #cod soap #soap mactavish #cancer mention #family death mention #soap needs a hug #Inspired by Noel_o's wine and wheat on ao3

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inthememetime · 2 years

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Alfred finds and adopts three homeless teens while the whole of the Batclan is away, the three teens are of course The Fentons. Alfred on the other hand had been dealing with a bit of Empty Nest Syndrome and takes the trio in, so by the time the rest of the Batclan filters back there are three extra people in the Manor but the Fentons deliberately ghost the rest of the residents.

I love this for four reasons:

The potential for Alfred, who wishes Bruce would stop adopting small violent children, realizing that HE is the same.

You can't tell me Alfred, Danny, Dani, and Jazz won't be BFFs. Jazz is the only (mostly) sane person in this house besides him. Dani absolutely WILL spy and report on injuries in exchange for more of that casserole. Danny and Alfred have similar sarcastic wit.

"If we had a nickel for every billionaire with a secret identity we know, we would each have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but weird it happened twice."

The SHENANIGANS!!!!!

Shenanigans include:

At first, Alfred doesn't tell the Batfam because they're a family of detectives. Surely they'll notice. Over time, it becomes a contest of who can make them suspect the most without being found.

Alfred either playing it off or staring with a raised eyebrow when one of the Batfam asks why/if he's talking to himself.

Jazz can only be turned invisible in the nick of time so many times before somebody finds out about her. "It says here, Ms. Fenton, that you have a brother?" "Yes, Danny. He died. But don't worry, he got better!"

When Tim is forbidden caffeine for a week, Danny drinks his coffee super fast or Dani replaces it with chamomile tea with black food coloring.

Dani: "You know Dick, you really shouldn't do that."

Dick, after a moment of panic, realizing there's nothing in the room with him. "....God?"

Dani, realizing how much chaos she can cause: "yeah, that's me! God."

Danny and Dani take turns being human just to walk past open doors. They all look enough alike to Tim, Dick, Damien, and a young Jason in uncertain light that the rest of the fam has to do double takes.

When someone calls Constantine over as a favor, he takes 2 steps into the manner, says no, and RUNS.

"So I've heard the voice of God, and it sounds like a 14-year-old girl."

"....how hard did Bane hit you again?"

"God says Jason is the one who stole your book."

"...right ok."

Bruce decides he's gonna go be Batman while wounded. He snuck out, so Al calls his Secret Ghost Squad.

Batman is repeatedly interrupted (*cough* saved) by 2 OP glowing metas. Constantine will no longer cross Gotham's borders.

Danny: "You need more ectoplasm. You're a growing half-ghost."

Jason: *shoots the wall* "WHAT THE FUCK WHO WAS THAT?!"

Danny: would you believe it was God?

Jason: NO

Jason figures it out first because he's being parented by a dead guy. He actually doesn't mind that much because he gets to visit the GZ

Cass figures out second because she's observant.

Dick figures it out third by spraying 'God' with paint. He then realizes he attacked an invisible creature that can go through walls with no idea how to fight it.

Tim figures it out by deliberately putting salt in his coffee to see what would happen.

Damien finds Cujo. He is Upset that Cujo already has an owner. Danny tells Damien in exchange for Damien to stop yelling insults at him. (Dani calls him Weak for this, and tells Damien 15 minutes later because he thought she was calling HIM weak and had Opinions)

"Oh shit."

Steph bribes the 'house spirits' for prank help, and then tricks them. They tell her out of Respect.

Duke starts talking to himself about star output on his homework, gets stuck, and SpaceBoi helps. Duke's 10 minutes into stars actually being interesting for once before he realizes he's talking to a ghost.

Bruce has been introduced to them by Jazz. Alfred made her after the 4th sleepless night due to researching the surprise metas.

Dani: its cool dude, but now I have to go prank Tim. Bye!

Vlad shows up for a private meeting with Bruce Wayne. The ghosties reveal themselves in order to kick his ass.

Alfred is the only person who can get away with calling Danny 'Daniel' and Dani 'Danielle'. Anyone else has Serious Regrets.

The Joker breaks Alfred's leg in a bombing. He's never seen again. Danny, Dani, and Jazz are a little TOO innocent

#inthememetime #danny phantom au #ask answered #dp x dc #come ask me things!#batfam

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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 7 months

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Can I ask for hcs of Jamil, Kalim, and Najma(you don’t have to do Najma if you don’t write for side characters) with a gn! Reader that is like a mix of Aladdin and the Genie? (And if you are writing Najma too can i have a little jasmine and Aladdin moment between the reader and her?)

Thank you! And don’t worry, I write for the side characters too!

Jamil, Kalim, and Najma + Reader with Aladdin/Genie Traits!

Jamil Viper

At first, Jamil didn’t care for you and your antics. As long as you didn’t endanger Kalim or his own sanity, he was fine to just leave you be.

As you two started getting closer though, he found himself laughing at your jokes and snide comments. Sometimes he would even make some himself.

He found himself envying your free spirit. No one could tell you what to do and how to act, you were your own force of nature. A stark contrast to the life he lives.

The two of you talk about places you’d like to travel to. It was both yours and Jamil’s wish to travel the world, maybe even together.

You manage to teach him to loosen up, just a little. If he isn’t watching after Kalim, you might be able to rope him into some stupid shenanigans. As long as the consequences aren’t too severe, he does still have to look good for house Al Asim.

“I had a feeling you were the cause of all this noise. No, I’m not helping you hide from Housewarden Riddle, that’s your fault for trying to pickpocket his watch.”

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim loves the energy that you have! You two are practically always together, making jokes and planning tricks.

You are invited to every party Scarabia hosts; you always end up having the best party tricks. Sometimes people show up just to see what you come up with this time.

Even outside of parties, you guys are inseparable. During classes, you are the professor’s worst migraine but somehow still manage to get your work done before the bell.

He invites you to ride the flying carpet fairly often. You look around the entire dorm while talking about pretty much anything. He trusts you a ton, and tells you everything that’s on his mind.

“Hey! Are you free this Thursday? I’m throwing a party to celebrate the end of midterms. It’d be great if you could swing on by, everyone loved your ‘one person band’ routine.”

Najma Viper

Najma absolutely loves your company. You guys are always doing something stupid, like running from the street vendors, or just mildly bothering Jamil.

Your jokes make her double over in laughter. You know those conversations where everyone keeps adding to the joke until no one can talk with how hard they’re laughing? That’s a regular occurrence with you guys.

She’s amazed when you show off your talents to her. Especially if you manage to swipe her earring without her noticing! Just be sure to give it back.

Even when you guys are being serious, she really appreciates that you’ve always got her back. No matter the circumstance, she knows she can turn to you to lend an ear.

“Hey! Can you do that card trick again? I wanna give my brother a scare before he heads off for the day.”

#twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader #twst kalim #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #twst najma #najma viper #najma viper x reader

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ofstarsandvibranium · 2 months

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My Sweetheart: Part 6

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.

Series Masterlist

It isn’t a day Bucky needs to be at the shelter for volunteer work but after that first day, he's come in to check up on Alpine. The little white cat couldn’t stay away from Bucky and, it seems, Bucky couldn't stay away either. As soon as Bucky would place the little guy back in his cage, the crying would start and it pulled at Bucky’s heartstrings. So Bucky kept Alpine with him the entire time he worked in the cat room with you, Yelena, and Kamala.

Seeing you in your work place, Bucky could see that you were very determined and assertive, but also caring and compassionate. You made sure to treat every animal you handled with the love and care they deserve. It's admirable and cute to see how soft you are with the animals.

But Bucky’s not here for you, no. He’s here strictly for Alpine. That’s it.

You freeze when you see Bucky in the lobby. Your brows furrow in confusion, “Back again so soon?” It's the third day this weekend, he's come by.

He shrugs, “Wanted to check on Alpine.”

You chuckle, “He’s got you wrapped around his little paws, huh?” You joke as you gesture for him to follow to the cat room.

“Birds of a feather flock together…or cats, I should say.”

You let him into the room and as soon as he stood in front of Al's cage, the kitten starts yelling up a storm. Bucky chuckles and sticks a vibranium finger through the bars, "I missed you too, buddy."

You unlock the cage and Bucky immediately plucks him out and the kitten is crawling up his shirt. You smile wide at the little animal, "He's gotten super attached to you already."

"I feel the same," Bucky murmurs, gently stroking the kitten's back with his vibranium hand.

"Since you're here, you think you can help me clean the dog kennels? Mikayla and Reese went to go walk them around. It'd be a lot quicker with another person."

"Sure," he replies with a shrug. He follows you outside to the dog kennel area where it's formed a circle and there's a yard in the middle. Bucky stops as he watches Alpine climb into the hoodie he's wearing. He feels the kitten wiggle around until his head pops up through the top.

"You comfy?" he pats the kittens head with a smile on his face.

"That's so frickin' cute! Can I take a picture?"

"I guess," Bucky replies, still peering down at Alpine with a fond look in his eyes. You snap a few pics and then slip your phone back into your pocket.

"So we'll pick up any poop in the kennels. We take the blankets and beds out, then power wash each kennel. Depending on the state of the blankets and beds, we either put them back or throw them in the bins for a wash. Got it?"

Bucky nods, "It's okay if Alpine is still with me?"

You glance at the white kitten. His eyes looking back at you with curiosity. You softly smile, "As long as you keep an eye on him and make sure he's safe."

"Of course."

"Cool. Come on," you gesture for him to follow you to grab the cleaning supplies.

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Dot watches as Bucky follows your lead in cleaning the kennels. He watches and listens to you intently, making sure he gets everything right.

Dot smiles to herself as Bucky gets to cleaning. He's humming a song to himself and occasionally stops to check on the white cat. Dot sees Alpine's presence as a two for one deal. Because Bucky seems to have an attachment to the cat, he's more inclined to see you at work. The woman hopes that this further helps bring Bucky to find true happiness and, maybe, even love.

She leans against the wall and watches as you and Bucky work in tandem to clean one of the kennels. She sees the power wash hose and picks it up. She switches it to the lowest level and turns it on, causing you and Bucky to jump in surprise.

"Did you do that?!" you ask him.

With wide eyes, he shakes his head.

You groan, "Dot, are you kidding me?!"

The hose shoots your way and you dodge it, running right into Bucky's arms. He looks at you with concern, "You okay?"

Dot smiles to herself at the sight, you in Bucky's arms. She proceeds to hit Bucky with some water and he jolts, "Hey! Not cool, Dot!"

She snickers and turns off the water and drops the hose, stepping out of the kennel to give you guys some privacy.

"You okay?" you ask, glancing at the large wet spot on him.

He shrugs, "I guess," he then peers into his hoodie, Alpine, now awake from his nap, meowing up at him, "Yeah, sorry, buddy."

"Maybe you should put Alpine back, just in case. Also, we have some spare shirts you could borrow if you want."

"Yeah, alright."

The two of exit the kennel and walk back to the main building, Dot following behind you, a skip to her step.

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After Alpine was put back into his enclosure, Bucky followed you to your office. You pulled out a bin, "We have these shirts for volunteers to use when we have events." You plucked up a bright electric blue one and tossed it to the super soldier, "This should fit you."

"Thanks," Bucky says and then proceeds to slip out of his jacket and pulling his hoodie over his head.

You close your eyes, "WHAT THE HELL! GO TO THE BATHROOM AND CHANGE, YOU WEIRDO!"

"Okay, okay! Sorry!" he rushes out of your office and down the hall to the bathroom. You pinch the bridge of your nose and, unbeknownst to you, Dot is doing the same thing.

You look down at the gold bracelet on your wrist, "Listen, Dot, I don't know what you're trying to do, but knock it off. I'm trying work, Bucky's here to help me. And before you tell me anything, he's here for Alpine. Not me. If he's ready to adopt Alpine, great, but in no way am I gonna let you try to romance us. He's not interested."

If you could see Dot right now, you'd see she's shaking her head.

When Bucky comes back in, you straighten up and you can't help but giggle at his appearance.

He frowns, "What?"

"You look like a highlighter," you poke at his shoulder before you could even think. Realizing what you did, you back up immediately, "Sorry."

"It's fine," he murmurs and rubs the back of his neck with his vibranium arm, which you see now in all its glory since the other times you've seen him, he's been wearing long sleeves.

"Woah. I've seen pictures of your arm online but seeing it in person...so much cooler."

Bucky's face scrunches up in confusion, "You looked up pictures of my arm?"

Your eyes widen in horror, "What?! No! I looked up you-well, researched you when this whole Dot thing happened. So pictures of you with your cool vibranium arm showed up in the search. Very badass."

"I've killed people with this arm," he states in a deadpan manner.

"Well, do you plan on killing me with it?"

"..no."

"Then I'm good. Anyway, we should really hurry up and get back to cleaning. The dogs will be back soon."

"Yeah, alright," Bucky says, placing it leather jacket and hoodie onto your desk before following you out the door.

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When Bucky gets back to the compound, Kamala is immediately running up to him, "Soooo where were you off to on this fine day?"

He rolls his eyes, "Out."

"Like out on a date?"

"Just out, Kamala."

"He went to the shelter again," Yelena states from the kitchen as she munched on some cup of noodles.

"How'd you know that?" Bucky asked the young Russian.

She nods at his shirt, "Your shirt. You weren't wearing that when you left."

Bucky looks at her with dead eyes, "Do you always note what I wear, Belova?"

"No. You always wear dark colors and that," she points at the electric blue shirt, "is not dark. It's the complete opposite of dark. It's like you want people to notice you!"

He holds his hand up and rolls his eyes, "Alright, I get it."

"So you went to the shelter. Where Y/N works. Y/N works at the shelter you went to. Interesting," Kamala says with an excited grin.

"I went to see Alpine, kid."

He moves towards the kitchen and opens the fridge to pull out a water bottle, "I like the little guy."

"But you don't like the woman who cares for him when you're not there?" Yelena asks, continuing to slurp her noodles.

"I didn't say that."

"So you do like Y/N?!" Kamala exclaims.

Bucky hangs his head down, eyes closed and hands on his hips. He sighs, "I didn't say that either. I like Y/N but as a colleague. She's nice and I admire how much she cares for the animals at the shelter. Obviously, I have to see her if I want to see Alpine."

Yelena nods, "Are you going to adopt him?"

"I'm not sure. I really want to, but who's gonna watch him when I'm out on missions."

"We can," she responds as if it's the most obvious answer in the world, "Any one of us could watch him and if we're all needed, I'm sure Y/N wouldn't mind watching him."

"We'll see, alright? As much as I'd love to have him, it takes a lot of time and commitment to care for a kitten and I'm not sure if I'll have that right now."

"Understandable," Kamala says with a nod, "It's good that you're being considerate of what's best for him."

"Thanks, kid," Bucky mumbles, chugging down the rest of his water. With a gasp, he tosses the bottle into the recycling, "I'm gonna take a shower. I spent the day cleaning the kennels and I stink of dog poop."

Kamala nods, "Yeah, that's probably best."

When Bucky leaves the young Avenger turns to Yelena, "So? Wanna help me?"

The older blonde woman shrugs, "He made it very clear he's not interested in Y/N, Kamala."

"That's fine! We don't have to make them fall in love with each other! I just want to help Bucky find his happiness! ...oh and to help her get rid of the spirit that's stuck to her."

"The what?!"

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #fem!reader #female!reader #f!reader

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cosmic-metanoia · 4 months

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Masculinity Concepts in FFXVI

***Spoilers for Final Fantasy 16***

I wanted to focus on the concept of masculinity in Final Fantasy XVI.

I really love how we see different aspects of masculinity portrayed in the characters. I won't go over every male character in the game but I'll mostly focus on the Dominants along with some side characters.

*Clive - I have a whole character analysis post dedicated to him but to highlight a couple points - he has many wonderful qualities that make him very admirable not just as a man but as a person. Despite his handsome looks that we all know and love, he has a surprising softness inside him and wears his emotions on his sleeve at times especially when it comes to Jill. We see moments when he bares his soul and weeps out of sorrow or joy which makes him more masculine, in my opinion, not less.

*Joshua - His masculinity is incredibly refreshing as it is the complete opposite of toxic masculinity. His face has soft and almost feminine-like features. He may have spent his young life being physically frail but he demonstrates a fiery strong spirit. He has this honest chivalry to him yet views everyone as equals and has a gift for poetic words as a result his study of books. He is merciful and incredibly kind but is unafraid to demonstrate his prowess on the battlefield like his older brother.

*Cid - Now this guy is your classic smokin' cowboy archetype but with MUCH better attitude. He oozes masculine charm, wit, and charisma but he uses it for the betterment of society and to persuade others to join his revolutionary cause. But his motives are candid and straightforward. I love how he didn't exist just to flirt, be eye candy, or simply be the comic relief. He becomes the mentor whose legacy lives on through Clive and bonds the hideaway folks into a real family.

*Dion - He IS the reason why Sanbreque was able to tip the scales to its favor - because he is the powerful Dominant of Bahamut. He is the prince but he climbed the ranks and earned the respect of his elite dragoons. He exudes military spirit and possesses a flair for political language as a future leader yet has a sense of honor and duty to his people. And along with that I can bring up Terence who is also a military man and climbed the ranks to be by Dion's side. Their love for each other is tender and beautiful and perceived as just another aspect of themselves.

*Kupka - Now this guy is your typical gym bro and is quite the buffoon (I cracked up when Sleipnir says something like "seems Hugo's head was filled with rocks afterall.) He gives the strong impression that he does not respect women (ahem, that servant he kicked) with the exception of Benedikta who could care less about him. Kupka is your stereotypical toxic masculine type.

*Barnabas - Another villain who uses his masculine aura to dominate and overpower. Even when it came to the intimate scene with Benedikta, he certainly gives the impression that carnal pleasure is just a means to an end. Benedikta knew immediately that he'd throw her away as soon as she lost her use to him. Also... I mean...the dude carries a huge sword like he's trying to make a statement LOL!

In terms of side characters, we see that even the hardened Blackthorne is encouraged to open up his feelings which (through many side quests) he is eventfully able to do and make peace with his past. We see the rugged Otto and his eyes brimming with tears when speaking about the late Cid or about the Bearer son he lost. We see Goetz as the gentle giant who is working on his own self-confidence. We also see Gav who gets emotional after a few kegs of ale and cares deeply about Edda and her baby. And even Uncle Byron who shows his sense of power through his financial generosity but loves to put on a good show (he would be quite the actor in Shakespeare theater!)

There are many male characters that I missed but I wanted to focus on a handful of characters. We're so used to seeing the typical battle-hardened and gruff heroes that eventually claim victory over their enemies and get the girl. It's nice to have a story where you have men with different pasts and drives that pull them forward to their futures.

I will also (hopefully soon) write about the female characters as well! :)

#ff16 #ffxvi #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #joshua rosfield #clive rosfield #ffxvi spoilers #ff16 spoilers #dion lesage #sir terence #hugo kupka #barnabas tharmr #cid telamon #gav ffxvi #cidolfus telamon

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year

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Hello I like the concept of reader in impostor sagau au, but what if the impostor who wants to kill the reader has power to dominate the will of the pepoles but he manily did to archons like venti and nahida becoese impostor knows that those two wodul help the reader. And those are prisoners in thier own body and trys to take back control of thier body even for few secends just to help reader escape, and that true impostor on the public acts on the public like good god but on the private. Where there is no acolaytes only thier dominated puppets they will shows true colors of cruler person that wodul like to punish all of acolaytes for leting reader run away but they can punish only those characters who are under thier control.

(Sorry for my bad english that not my first language)

This. Pure Gold.

Anon, true words cannot express how much I want to hug you right now. I legit could not have come up with this idea myself LOL. Honestly, ik my writing is terrible, but I might make a angst oneshot out of this idea! Tysm for the idea, Anon!

But I really do love this idea! The Imposter being smart this time, bois. Poor Venti and Nahida, they're being held against their will—quite literally. But still, this is a super cool concept! Imposter being able to take control over people's wills, mainly the archons, along with every other character that seems to hold a deep loyalty to them.

So! Allow me to introduce...Imposter Headcanons!

When Imposter takes control, it is done by mind entirely. → Now, you might be asking "isn't that obvious?" Let me explain why I point this out. Think of this as a light switch. When Imposter wants to, they can simply slip into their own consciousness once this "switch" is turned on, and they can decide who's minds they can possess/take control/spectate.

Often times, characters would not be able to notice the Imposter's presence within their mind, but people who are keen or have been dealing with spirits in some way (Examples: Shenhe, Chongyun, Yae Miko, Cyno, etc.) would be able to feel that presence. This causes the feeling of the "Creator's presence" being placed everywhere, causing everyone to believe that the Reader is, in fact, the "imposter," when it should be the other way around.

To the Imposter, choosing who to have a constant control over is basically like choosing which characters you want to have on the party, except with one catch: it goes up to at least several hundreds of people. Imposter can literally have like- a fourth of the world possessed if they wanted to at this rate—

Imposter's actions don't always influence their puppet's actions, as there is a certain command these puppets would follow. For example, the Imposter could be feeling hungry and want something to eat, thus they cannot spectate their puppet's actions. They leave this final command in their heads: "Search for the traitor. Don't stop until you bring them to me. ALIVE." and then leave to have their lunch or something.

The Imposter's Actions May Sometimes influence the character's they possess and their actions. → The best way to explain this is an example: Let's say the Imposter feels sleepy, and they decide to go to sleep after giving the final command to their current puppets to continuing searching for the traitor (for context, this "traitor" is someone who didn't believe in their "creator" aka imposter). They would do it, it's just...sometimes, the puppets may also feel fatigue. This causes their actions to be more sluggish, some of the puppets are less keen than they usually are.

Just think of Al-Haitham except his mind is being clouded by 2 weeks worth of no sleep to the point he has to have taken one cup too many of coffee to function.

The Imposter can speak through their puppets. → This is very helpful. From physical appearance, it just seems like they're the same, but their voice? Oh no, that's a entirely new story yet to be discovered.

The Imposter's voice is overlaid on the character's voice. Think of it like playing two songs at once at the same time. Except, Imposter's voice would come out stronger than the character's voice.

For example, imagine Reader bumping into Nahida, right? They're basically having a Goose Chase, since Reader is trying to get away from Nahida, thinking (correctly) that she'll kill them. And then she taunts, "Come out, imposter. You can't hide forever!" Nahida's voice is entirely overpowered by the Imposter's voice.

This is also beneficial for the Imposter's hunting army. Why? Because, if several hundreds of people begin storming a place, and people are panicking, the Imposter can have all of their puppets speak at once, saying something like "Don't fret, my people. It is I, your Creator." Which immediately calms down the citizens, before the Imposter commands to their army "Search for the Imposter!"

Yes, that means the commands the Imposter gives could be both a verbal order or a mental one.

Imposter Cannot search in people's memories. → While in control, the Imposter cannot look through their puppet's memories. This is probably the easiest loophole the Imposter gets, seeing that they seem to have a close eye on the Archons, having their presence on them sub-consciously at this point. They can simply order Nahida to read someone's mind, or just straight up take over her body to do it if she refuses.

The Imposter doesn't have to worry about their puppet's consciousness, because they're usually in a daze or in a sleepy state whenever the Imposter is in control. It gives them easy access to do whatever they want to their physical bodies.

However, once Nahida and/or Venti decide to break through it once to let the Reader escape? Oh no, Imposter will, first of all, punish those two severely, and, second of all, be worried if that were to happen ever again.

Imposter will legit throw them in a cage, probably both mentally and physically. They're taking absolute precautions to make sure it doesn't happen ever to those who seem more interested in escaping their grasp.

You can basically say goodbye to Nahida and Venti—Imposter will not let go of their control over them. They'll be in their heads day in and day out. No excuses, and no escapes.

Legit Imposter is a straight up tyrant. And tbh, Idk if Reader will be making out alive on this sagau au concept, lads.

And that's all I got! Sorry if it's confusing lol—feel free to ask any questions. I'll try to answer them if I can. See you around!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Thanks so much for sending this into my inbox, anon! Feel free to drop by again when my mailbox is open! And I wasn't kidding—I might actually make a small oneshot or two based off of this idea. It won't be beta read though sobbing. But I'll try writing again lol-

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#sagau genshin #sagau #genshin impact sagau #yandere sagau #genshin sagau #sagau brainrot #sagau idea #self aware genshin #genshin cult au #sagau cult au #sagau angst #sagau au #sagau impostor au #imposter sagau

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

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Hi! I really loved your stories and I saw that your requests are open! Can I request gavriel with crush!reader having nightmares and panic attacks and he comforts her? Maybe stays with her and it happens again and they confess to each other? 👉🏻👈🏻

Thank you for the love! It means a lot.🤍This is slightly different then the request but I hope you'll still like it.🤍

Chase it all away

Gavriel was willing to wait. With so much experience and so many years lived he had swooned over many females. Shared bed with even more and considered himself having a crush so many times he didn't have enough fingers to bend.

But you felt different the moment he saw you. Maybe it was your much younger spirits, maybe your kind eyes. But all of a sudden Gavriel felt as if he was a young fae boy, only just learning what female attention was. What the butterflies in the stomach meant. That waiting for someone else's glance made you anxious, full of hope, and almost defenseless.

"Lion turned into a kitty cat", Fanrys sighed dramatically, smirking over the rim of his cup. Gavriel drew his eyes back to the table, positioned in the back of the pub, tucked away slightly, providing some privacy for the males and their conversations. "Watch your mouth pup", the older male warned, only causing a bigger smirk to paint the white wolf's lips. Because Gavriel was never defensive, he was calm and cool. His emotions were always intact. Always calculated, he was a true father figure to most, a nurturing yet strict kind. So watching him all distracted and lost in his thoughts was a first.

"I still think you should go and talk to her", the fact that Lorcan even bothered to be a part of this discussion, made Gavriel shake his head. "Do you bunch have nothing better to do?", he lifted his cup of ale to his lips and his eyes wandered off again. Managing to find you with no more than a quick scan of the room. "Oh come on now, you like her. Time is cruel to us all, go get her tiger", Fenrys purred. Gavriel bumped his knee under the table causing Fenrys cup to slide down, liquid pouring all over his clothes, "Mind your business, boy".

And so Gavreil suppressed it all. All gone were the glances. The smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He managed to push it all back and paint the picture that nothing was there to look at. No emotions. No desire. No flustered hearts.

"I thought you wouldn't come for a moment", Gavriel was leaning against the back wall, right as you approached, quickly pulling the hood off your head. Truth was, you've been his for some time. Well, kind of his. The worrier was just so terrified of these new feelings that he kept it all hidden from the noisy people. "Have I ever stood you up", even if your words were supposed to carry bits of humor, Gavriel sensed the shift immediately.

His fingers were under your chin intensely, lifting your head, so the moon would cast its light upon you, letting him scan your features.

"What's going on?", your crystal-like eyes looedk up at the older male in front of you. The idea was to hide it. Even if Lia, your coworker, bluntly pointed out that you are dealing with a male who had lived over six hundred years. But it wouldn't hurt to try, right? So you shake your head slightly. Hoping that he would just drop it.

"Darling, I won't push you but... did something happen?", and it's his eyes that are deadly in this fight. It's Gavriel's caring gaze that has you leaning into his chest as the first tears threaten to roll down your cheeks. Gavriel wraps you up without hesitation. His initial reaction is to look around for any threats. Has anyone lingered at the pub? Caused trouble? Hurt you in any way?

"Just...", you hiccuped suddenly finding it hard to breathe. "Easy love, easy", Gavriel's touch is gentle even if he knows that his hand would be a deadly weapon if he found the one responsible for causing you so much distress. "I had this dream. Someone...", you mutter quietly, "Someone followed me, and now...", you look back quickly, and Gavriel's eyes dart up as well, "He was there", you whisper shout.

Gavriel pulls you behind him instantly, a low growl slips past his lips. He's a hunter at heart and has the desire to slip into the dark alley you just came from. To go and kill every single breathing creature there. He takes a step forward but then halts. You're here. He would be leaving you alone. Upset. Scared and shaking. So he spins back around.

"Drink this", Aelin pushes a cup of tea closer to you. Back to the family house. That's where he took you. A place that no one else was supposed to know of but Gavriel had to. Had to even if Rowan was more than unhappy at first. Not to mention that Gavriel coming back with a girl took them all by surprise.

"Hey, now you're safe", Aelin gently clasps your hand, looking ahead just like you. All the males standing in the corner of the room. The sour expression not leaving Gavriel's face. And it's so strange because, in all of your lifetime, no one had ever cared so much. No one had made it their priority to protect you. Keep you away from harm's way and Gavriel is there telling his closest friends everything in hopes of getting their help.

A couple of males, you don't know the name of, slip out of the room. But not before you see the gleam of daggers in their hands. What will they do? Gavriel closes the distance between you. Gently running his hand through your hair as he kneels closer to you. "How are you, sweetheart?", his tone is low as his tawny eyes piercing through your soul. "Don't go", you whisper. Because something inside you is telling you that he as much as anyone wanted to hunt that creep down.

Gavriel's eyes soften and he's about to object but Rowan cuts in, "I think that's for the best", but Gavriel is shaking his head. He has to go there himself. "You trust yourself enough to not lose control?", Rowan pushes again. Something in Gavriel's expression changes as if he too only now noticed how on edge this all had him. Your hand reaches out to him and he swiftly pulls it closer to his lips, placing a loving kiss there before he nods. Rowan nods back and with a quick kiss on Aelin's temple slips back out to catch up with the others.

Gavriel ushers you up to his room as soon as you're done with your tea. You seem calmer but the moment you're in bed your nerves are at high alert. You can't keep your eyes closed for longer than a couple of minutes. Flinching at any sound outside the door. Gavriel is at war with himself because yes you two had been kind of seeing one another but nothing was official and neither of you had said anything regarding your situation. And yes he had hugged you before but bringing you to his embrace like this. In his bed. Seemed like something you might not be ready for.

But after a third time of you jumping up Gavriel slowly inches closer. You feel the heat from his palm before you feel it touch you. And then he's carefully holding onto your upper thigh as he drags you closer to his body, draping your leg over his lap, pulling you to his side. Your hands sneak to wrap around his middle and you let out a content sigh. Gavriel moves to run his fingers through your hair, twirling the ends before moving to another strand.

"I'll always keep you safe", he mutters making you look up at him, "I know and that's why I like you so much", you lean in, nuzzling closer to his neck. Leaving a soft kiss on the side of his neck. "That's the only reason why you like me?", he teases playfully, and you can't help a tired chuckle at how suddenly prideful he got. "No... You're not too bad to look at too. Not to mention that your hot", your eyes suddenly shot open as you realized how that sounded, and the male-only let's out a laugh, "Hot, huh?", "As in warm Gavriel, as in warm", and you're thankful that your face is in the crook of his neck because your cheeks are burning.

#gavriel x reader #gavriel imagine #gavriel x you #tog imagine #tog x reader #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass imagine #rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #fenrys moonbeam

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 3 months

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Angst of Seth and Alphonse city arc part of their relationship.

My take of how the argument went that set off everything. I'm so not sorry for any problems this causes

Seth was being so desperate to keep Alphonse with with him. He knows he shouldn't have tried that, Al is a free spirit. Just like his mama, but damn it if he lost someone right now it would he all for nothing. But he really does regret this fight in particular, Alphonse just wanted to go back home to see his parents one last time. But Seth always did hold on too tight.

"Why the fuck can't I go home? Huh Seth? Fucking tell me!" The room was tense and anger was rising in the both of them. The black haired man was glaring down at those brown eyes. The one he loved so much, but right now, those brown eyes needed to look away or he would...

"Because! What are they gonna say when seeing you? Alphonse please! No one in the town is gonna let you see them!" Seth tried to reason tried to...manipulate even. He knows he was wrong for this but he needed Alphonse with him. Alphonse looked heartbroken at that, but scoffed hard as he snarled at him.

"Like we should give a FUCK what that town thinks! IM GOING TO SEE MY PARENTS!" Stalking to the door a rough hand gripped his wrist. Pleading eyes looked at him as Alphonse tried to rip his arm back. He was so close to the door, he needed to leave. This was so fucking suffocating-

"Alphonse if you leave I swear I'll-" Seth was interrupted by a death stare, wide crazy eyes looked at him. As Alphonse got in his face.

"Or you'll fucking what? Huh? Seth? What? Bound me to a fucking chair? To this shitty FUCKIN BIRD CAGE? NO, let go I mean it." Al's free hand was clenched as he looked at the five foot ten inches man in front of him.

"If I have too I will." Dead serious tone was what left Seth. God he didn't even sound like himself, where did that even-

"You sound like YOUR FUCKIN DAD!"

Shattering pieces was Seth could hear in his ears. Then the buzzing as if some type of bomb went off by him. He looked at Alphonse's face as he finally took in his features while looking at him. In shock he let go of Alphonse's wrist.

"Just like when your mom was trying to leave." Alphonse felt like shit comparing them. But that man behind him isn't the one he fell for, that's some scum who over took his 'knight in shining armor'. They're was silence for a few seconds before Seth spoke.

"Take that back." Seth was feeling hot, like his blood was lava. Buring at him to do something, anything to have those words taken back.

"No..." Alphonse didn't turn back to him, he just walked out the door. Seth felt like his world was crumbling in those few seconds. Fuck it felt like years passed by, he was so absorbed in his mind he didn't hear the door slam shut. Or even the car starting and speeding off, leaving him in the dust. In the shit hole he dug himself in for the both of them.

#red writes #yuurivoice #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice bittersweet

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rascal-xo · 10 months

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Somebody That You Used to Know - Alex (Echo 3-1) Keller x Female Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: It’s been 5 years since you’ve seen Alex, and a dangerous mission in Urzikstan is just the thing to bring you back together…

Warnings: Violence, Language, fluff, Friends to Lovers type beat

Tags: @pukbadger @fiveshelmet @myguiltypleasures21 @madamemelaninn @emmaadlerrichtofen1 @swissy23 @thatchickwiththecamera @glitterypirateduck

A/N: I love writing action fics, its truly an obsession. Alex is so fine i cannot even deal omfg - enjoy :))

You walk into the small briefing room, the door closing behind you with a soft click. The room is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a large screen displaying a map of the Al Qatala stronghold. The Captain and Gaz are already present, sitting around.

Laswell stands at the head of the small room, her gaze focused. She acknowledges your arrival with a nod before turning her attention back to the map. The atmosphere is tense, an undercurrent of urgency lingering in the air.

"Alright, listen up," Laswell begins, her voice firm yet calm. "Al Qatala and their recent attacks here in Urzikstan have left not only a trail of disaster but also of Russian footprints."

"Bloody hell." Gaz mutters.

"Russians?" You interject. "Can't be missiles again, those would've been on our radar."

Agent Laswell glances at you, a hint of knowing in her eyes. "We believe the Russians are involved in a more covert operation, possibly aiding Al Qatala with weapons, training, or intelligence."

Captain Price leans forward, his voice low and resolute. "The last thing we need is them getting cozy."

Laswell nods, her expression grim. "Exactly. Our mission is two-fold. We need to cripple Al Qatala's stronghold and gather any evidence of Russian involvement. We have an opportunity to disrupt this unholy alliance and dismantle their operations."

You glance at the map on the screen, "Do we have any intel on the main compound layout? Possible weak points?"

Laswell taps a few keys, bringing up a satellite image of the compound. "We've managed to obtain some blueprints of an HQ type facility, but keep in mind they might have made changes to the structure. Expect the unexpected."

Captain Price leans back in his chair, a calculating look on his face.

Gaz raises an eyebrow. "Who's going in?"

A steely resolve glimmers in Laswell's eyes as she answers, "Y/N, you'll be our point of entry. Captain Price and Gaz will join you once you've secured a foothold inside."

You meet the Captain’s gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

"You'll be meeting with an American Agent before the mission tomorrow morning, he'll be on the mission with you. Good luck."

"American huh?" Gaz says, turning to you. "Think you know him?"

"Doubt it." You exhale, leaning back in your seat.

The next morning dawns with an air of anticipation and determination. You stand in the armory, surrounded by shelves of equipment and gear.

You slip on your tactical vest over your layered shirt, adjusting the straps for a snug fit. The familiar weight settles against your chest.

You fasten the pouches on your belt, carefully arranging your ammunition, grenades, and other essential tools. Each item has its place, a delicate balance of readiness and accessibility.

After you’ve gotten yourself situated, you meet Gaz and the Captain on the tarmac to wait for the plane into Sakhra.

“Mornin boys.” You nod, leaning against a crate waiting to be loaded into the aircraft.

“Well someone’s chipper this morning.” Gaz teases, pulling his flag embroidered hat on.

“Yeah chipper to get this shit over with.“ You chuckle, shaking your head.

Price glances at both of you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That's the spirit, lads.” Sarcasm coating his tone.

"Hope i’m not too late." A voice suddenly says from behind you, causing you to turn your head in surprise. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes lock with a familiar gaze.

"Alex?" You utter his name, a mixture of shock and disbelief coloring your voice. It has been five long years since you last saw him, “You’re the other agent?”

“Right on time, Agent.” Price nods, shaking his hand, followed by Gaz.

"Well, you've certainly changed," Alex says, turning to face you. Your gaze lingers on his face, noticing the subtle lines etched near his eyes, evidence of the experiences he has endured over the years.

His once boyish features have given way to a more hardened and mature visage.

Gaz, observing the exchange, interjects. "You two know each other?"

You tear your eyes away from Alex to meet Gaz’s questioning expression. "We served together in the MARSOC years back.” You explain, slinging your riffle over your shoulder.

Captain Price interrupts the silence, breaking the reunion. "We have limited time, and the mission takes precedence. Alex, I trust you're ready to brief us on your findings."

Alex nods, his focus shifting back to the present. "I've gathered substantial intel on Al Qatala's operations over the past year, their chain of command, and possible connections with other organizations.” He continues, “We have a high chance to deal a significant blow to their infrastructure and reveal the extent of their influence."

“I like those chances, mate.” Gaz replies, speaking for the whole team.

“Well then, let’s get this show on the road shall we?” The captain heads into the aircraft, followed by the rest of you.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” Alex says, nudging you slightly as you smile back, taking your seat.

When you arrive landside to the outskirts of the compound, you all split up to your respective positions. You and Alex take the entry while Price and Gaz take the perimeter.

“I’ll cover you.” Alex says, as you both stay hidden a good distance from the front gates. Two guards take watch, Al Qatala security forces.

“Moving in.” You say, aiming your crosshairs on the first guard.

With practiced precision, you squeeze the trigger, the suppressed shot echoing softly through the air. The guard drops, a lifeless silhouette on the ground.

Without missing a beat, Alex shifts his focus to the second guard, his weapon trained on the target. You provide cover, scanning the surroundings for any sign of reinforcement. As Alex takes the shot, the second guard crumples to the ground, leaving the area silent once more.

You and Alex approach the now vacant gate, keeping low to avoid detection. “Let’s move.” You motion towards the gates, quickly picking the locks and moving into the compound.

Inside the compound, the darkness acts as your ally, concealing your movements and intentions. “I know Laswell said to expect the unexpected but I didn’t expect this place to be empty.” You remark, switching to your sidearm.

"Wouldn't get too comfortable," Alex replies, his voice low and cautious as he clears the stairs. You follow suit, ascending silently, your senses heightened.

The absence of guards and personnel within the compound raises an unsettling feeling within you. Something doesn't add up. “Delta 4 to Bravo 6, how copy?” You speak over the comms.

“Loud and clear.” Price radios back.

“Stay on standby at the perimeter, compounds vacant” You explain.

“Copy that. Staying low.” He responds back.

You both move with precision, keeping your backs to the walls, scanning each room as you make your way through the labyrinthine corridors.

The eerie silence amplifies the tension in the air, intensifying the need for caution.

As you round another corner, you catch a glimpse of a dimly lit room at the end of the hallway. The faint glow seeping through the cracked door raises your suspicion. Motioning for Alex to stay back, you inch closer, your senses on high alert.

Peering through the narrow opening, you see a group of monitors displaying security feeds from various parts of a large machine.

"They got eyes on something," you whisper, your voice laced with both concern and determination.

Alex's expression hardens as he joins you, his eyes focused on the screens. You both nod a quick agreement and let him kick open the door.

Alex's boot crashes against the door, sending it flying open with a resounding bang. But before you can fully register the impact, a sharp, searing pain erupts through your upper arm. "Fuck!" you exclaim, stumbling backward, clutching your arm.

Alex's eyes widen with alarm as he rushes to your side, concern etched across his face. “Shit, they have this place rigged.” He drops his gun, making you sit on a metal crate.

“I’m fine, Alex. We have to keep moving.” You argue, but it’s no use.

“You’re gonna bleed out. Let me handle it.” He replies, as he rips a part of his sleeve and wraps a makeshift bandage around your arm, applying pressure to stem the bleeding

You watch Alex's face intently as he focuses on your arm, his brows furrowed with a mix of concentration and concern. His movements are deliberate and steady, a testament to his training and experience in the field.

His hands work quickly, efficiently securing the fabric around your wounded arm. The pressure he applies causes a sharp pang of pain, but you grit your teeth, determined not to let it distract you. The burning sensation begins to subside, replaced by a numbing throb.

"Alex, we can't afford to stay here," you protest once more, your voice laced with urgency. The mission hangs in the balance, and every moment counts.

He meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and worry. "The one back up they had already did it’s job, we can afford to spare 5 minutes.” He sternly answers, making you chuckle a bit at his concern.

“Was beginning to think you died after all these years.” You say after a few beats of silence, trying to distract yourself from the agonizing burn of pressure.

“I meant to write you know.” He explains, putting his hands up in defense. “But you know how it is, assignment after assignment.”

You nod, playing with the blood spotted hem of your right sleeve.

You nudge him playfully as he takes a seat next to you on the crate, your voice lightening. "Well, look at you, all grown up and saving the world. I guess it suits you."

A wistful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you engage in this unexpected moment of familiarity amidst the chaos. The pain in your arm momentarily fades into the background as the weight of unspoken words hangs between you.

Alex's lips curl into a half-smile, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. “I went CIA and you stuck to what you know. Wish I was that smart.” He admits, turning his head to meet your gaze.

“Still winded up here. It was bound to happen Keller. You sigh, wincing at the sudden movement jolting through your arm.

The atmosphere between you and Alex shifts, an unspoken tension hanging in the air as your gazes meet. In a moment of vulnerability and longing, he leans in, closing the distance between you, his lips pressing against yours.

For a few precious seconds, the world fades away, and you are lost in the intensity of the moment. The touch is gentle yet filled with a deep-rooted longing that has lingered beneath the surface for years.

But just as quickly as the connection ignites, you both pull away, breathless and wide-eyed. The realization of the situation dawns upon you, a mix of surprise. “Sorry um-“

“Yeah we should get back to the...” You finish his sentence, regaining both of your composures.

With a shared understanding, you push aside the overwhelming emotions and focus on the task at hand.

A/N: If i keep writing this i’ll be writing forever loll. Let me know if y’all want a part 2. Im a sucker for action fics y’all already know 😭

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