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starhvney · 17 days

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet vylad x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you’ve jokingly given vylad small flowers since you’ve known him, but as newly weds he surprises you with a leather bound journal, the scent of flowers pressed into the pages.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: tooth-rotting fluff, vylad actually being sickeningly romantic, established relationship, vylad and reader are married

𝐂𝐖: none

𝐀/𝐍: vylad the man that you are

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“where are you going?” you ask, turning to your husband as he leaves your side from the swinging daybed, his feet padding across the back patio to the door.

“don’t worry, i’ll be back in a second. i just have something i want to show you.”

“okay.”

you wrap the knitted blanket around your body, the apple cider in your cup still steaming as it keeps your cold hands warm. your wedding with vylad couldn’t have been set for a more perfect time of year. it was at the prime time of autumn, when the leaves had all turned into beautiful shades of red to yellow, yet hadn’t begun to fall to the ground. it was now two weeks later, and the both of you had officially settled into your new home.

the evening air was chilly, rustling and carrying leaves across the ground and invoking more evening coos from the last waking birds of the day. you’re not sure what could make you feel more at peace and utterly happy in this moment, yet the stunning man you married never ceases to give you more reasons.

he’s soon snuggled back next to you, placing a thick, tied, leather-bound journal in your hands with an eager smile. for a moment you see that eager young boy you had met so long ago, round cheeks squishing against those beautiful green eyes.

“what is this?” you ask, gingerly taking the book in your hands and smelling a faint whiff of dried flowers from between the worn pages.

he holds your mug for you, cheekily taking a sip before nodding down at the journal.

“just take a look.”

you stare at him in awe for a moment, before turning your attention down to his gift. unbinding the tweed rope that kept the journal from flopping open, you crack open the worn leather to the first page.

a small pressed dandelion is preserved under a cleanly placed sheet of clear tape, displayed under a small entry written in vylad’s elegant writing.

thursday, 8/13

i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i’ve always been a quiet person, but when i’m with her i’m not quiet out of choice. how can i feel so comfortable and happy around someone yet be so nervous?

she gave me this flower today, with the most beautiful smile i’ve ever seen on her face as she told me to cheer up. she’s as sweet as ever.

your head whips back to your husband, who merely smiles and presses a soft kiss against your cheek. he rests his head against your shoulder, a contented sigh leaving his lips as you turn to the next page. then the next. then the next.

each page was about you, from simply fawning over every detail of how beautiful he found you, to describing the days that you had spent together. you remember starting to give vylad flowers as a cute inside joke between the two of you–but then it grew to simply be a habit of expressing your love for him.

while he had given you flowers too, you hadn’t taken the time to neatly press each one into a journal, writing it down to engrave each occasion into your memory like he did.

the sweet scent of the dried flowers wafts into your face with every crinkle of the next page turning, but you don’t think they’re the culprit for the dizzying surge you feel in your throat.

“vylad…” tears prick your eyes, an overwhelming feeling clouding swelling your heart in your chest.

“just keep reading, love.”

saturday, 2/5

she wouldn’t stop apologizing, saying she couldn’t afford a “real” gift for me on my birthday. she laughed and gave me a flower instead, saying she’d make up for it in the future. how do i tell her this was the best thing she could’ve given me, that her presence is the greatest gift that i cherish?

you remember that day. you were both freshly young adults, and while trying to stabilize yourself in this world you struggled to get the funds to spare for anyone but yourself. you felt so guilty that you couldn’t get one of your closest friends something nice for his birthday, but you can’t forget the bright smile you love so much when you had given him a singular flower instead.

he had insisted it was the best gift he had gotten yet, and while you had shaken your head disbelievingly at the time, you’re starting to realize he may have been telling the truth.

friday, 6/14

i gathered the courage to ask her to be mine today. i was the one who gave her a bouquet this time, and yet she insisted on giving me back the singular rose that was in the entire selection. her soul is sweeter and lovelier than any of the flowers i could give her. i’m so lucky.

more pages. more entries. you read every one like they were sacred artifacts. like they were the answer to why you should take your next breath.

small pictures of you and him. and so many flowers. had you really given him this many? you suppose you did. always running off into fields and tripping over fences anytime you saw one, bringing it back to him with a stupid goofy grin. you always remember he’d slip it carefully into his pocket or bag, but you assumed it was just him being too kind-hearted to toss them away in front of you.

wednesday, 3/24

we went to that beautiful field, the one that blooms with tons of different kinds of flowers during spring. of course she was so excited, my sweet girl. we made each other flower crowns and rings, and after slipping on the flower ring on her ring finger i pulled out the real one i bought a couple months ago. i was so nervous, i thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. she said yes, though, tackling me into the grass and accidentally squishing our flower crowns underneath us. i don’t think that really mattered to her anymore though. i’m the happiest man alive.

saturday, 9/22

she’s so beautiful. i thought i might be able to stop myself from crying, but i knew it was over when i saw her walking down the aisle. i stole a flower from her bridal bouquet, but we’re preserving the rest of it and i don’t think she’ll be too upset. i love you, my sweet flower.

underneath it was one of the flowers from the theme of your wedding, it’s white petals only just beginning to fade in its liveliness under it’s neat confines. scribbled underneath it is one more line of writing, vylad’s cursive scribbles once again beautifully decorating the page.

your beauty is everlasting, the flowers you gave me could never compare. my love for you is forever and eternal. it will out live any petal this earth can produce.

tears stream down your face, and once you gently set the journal shit next to you, your arms are tightly wrapped around vylad, who startles at the sudden movement as the swinging daybed jolts with your movements.

“woah,” he laughs, lifting away the cup of cider from spilling on either of you as his other hand pulls you to him. “careful, love.”

“i love you.” your voice is thick, throat tight as you cry into his shoulder.

“i love you too, my beautiful flower,” he laughs, finally finding a place to set down the cup and earnestly pulling you snuggle into his lap. “you know, the goal was not to make you cry.”

“how could you think that i wouldn’t?”

“well, i cried when i completed the last page, so i guess we’re even.”

you laugh, melting against him as he presses sweet kisses along your forehead and cheeks, wiping away the tears from under your eyes.

“i guess you liked it, then?” he laughs, and you erupt in giggles again.

you didn’t just like it, you loved it enough to dedicate a whole shelf in your house to neatly display the thick journal, right next to the framed resin preservation of your wedding bouquet.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal, copy, or repost my works as your own.

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sunnified · 13 days

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EYE OF THE NIGHT.

synopsis. the worst part about life is growing up, but vylad is willing to forget about it all when it's just you, him, and the stars.

pairing. pdh!vylad x gn!reader

content. slight angst/fluff, from vylad’s perspective, weighted with a teeny bit of ro’meave law, bordering on end of pdh/beginning of mystreet.

word count. 0.8k

a/n. based on this request!! this was super fun to write <3

grass tickles vylad’s sensitive skin, a present reminder of the earthy bed beneath him. attempting to be subtle, he shifts his torso, only to groan when you huffed in protest.

“stop moving so much.” you pouted, sending a tiny glare his way, “‘m trying to look at the stars.” he flashed you an apologetic grin, hand on your head to soothe you whilst you continued observing the night sky.

it was funny to think that there had been a time in which he had been scared to break curfew, too afraid of his mother finding out or his adoptive father scolding him for being reckless. now, lounging in an open field, eyes on the universe, he couldn’t care less about if his parents found out.

at home, with garroth already well into college life and zane being too busy with all the exam prep, vylad had never felt more like an outsider. his mother was adoring, she doted on him like with his brothers, but he could see the regret in her eyes anytime she looked his way. she was a delicate flower, getting overly emotional as she was reminded of her own infidelity. vylad’s father, whilst not biological, was kind enough to acknowledge his existence when he was around the family home, despite the obvious lack of similarity between them.

he’d never been all that close with zane, either.

time was a cruel thing, and ageing was worse. he would of liked to remain young and naïve forever, given the chance, but as a child prodigy he was forced to grow up faster than most.

“can you believe we start college once summer is over?” your voice carries through the night, and vylad wonders if you could sense his inner turmoil.

he hums in response, “it feels like i’m still a little kid.”

your laughter is prominent, and he already knows what you’re going to say before you say it, “you are a little kid.” despite the scoff of annoyance he responds with, vylad is smiling, as he always is when he’s around you.

“you’re only a year older than me.”

“yeah, i’m a year older. you’re a baby.”

the wind carries your snickers, and he resists the urge to confess everything he’s ever felt. instead, vylad pokes your cheek with his free hand, before settling against the grass once more.

a comfortable silence blooms between the two of you, lulling you both into a sense of peace. the sky sparkles overhead, twinkling against the darkness of space. he can’t pull his eyes away, even if he wanted to. he’s always been fascinated by the way the universe works, how everything in history had to align for him to be here right now, with you, under a sky full of stars.

“one day, i want to travel the world.” vylad reveals out of the blue, “i want to see all the big cities— like paris, london, barcelona.”

sitting up from where you had previously been resting on his stomach, you furrow your brows at vylad, “that’s gonna cost a lot of money.”

his lips twist, “i’m sure my dad has some to spare.”

giggling, you lean forward on your knees, “i’m sure he does.”

“is that something you’d be interested in?”

your head tilts, and, irene, vylad thinks you just look so cute. “your dad’s money?” you ask, “because that is something i’m very interested in.”

your legs are touching, and vylad can feel the way your body jolts with small huffs of laughter at your own words. he’s smitten, “i mean travelling.”

“with you?”

“with me.”

he finally builds up the courage to look away from the sky and towards you. your eyes are blown wide with awe, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape. vylad continues, and he doesn’t think his voice has ever carried so much emotion, “after college, i mean. i don’t want to stop your dreams.”

“vylad, i. . .”

he tenses up, “you don’t have to answer now! i can wait until we finish college, or until you’re ready to give me an answer.”

you don’t respond this time and silence overtakes once more, with him returning his gaze to the sky; compared to it, he’s never seemed so small. you move, laying down beside him, your hands brushing against one another, and your head inclined towards his.

thoughts run amuck through his mind, and he briefly wonders if he should of said anything at all. you’re still here — that’s a good sign, right?

“what’s that star called?” your words ring through the air, and although you don’t point to it, vylad knows which star you’re referring to.

“sirius.” he answers, “it’s apart of the canis major constellation.”

“it’s bright.” your hand intertwines with his.

“the brightest.” he squeezes.

high school is over, summer is nearing an end, and adulthood is on the horizon. life is moving quickly, almost too fast for him to keep up, and vylad is scared.

you squeeze back.

#𖤓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃.#mystreet x reader #mcd #aphmau #aphverse #mcyt #aphblr #vylad ro'meave #minecraft diaries x reader #mcd vylad #mystreet vylad #aphmau vylad #phoenix drop high #pdh vylad #pdh #vylad x reader #vylad ro’meave x reader

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chackyxyooj · 2 days

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Cold Showers

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Description: Showering with MS boys, but you turn the water cold - drabbles. Included: Laurance, Zenix, Gene, Vylad CW: Slightly provocative themes (Looking at you, Zvahl) - nothing explicit.

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Laurance Zvahl

Laurance slips his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. You can tell from the way he leans forward to press a kiss against your shoulder that he wants more. You’ve become accustomed to his tricks, but you don’t have time to indulge him today.

“Laurance…” You begin to untangle yourself from the boy’s embrace but he tightens his grip.

“Yes, My Love?” He presses another kiss against your shoulder, this time letting his lips linger as one of his hands wander up your side.

You grasp his wandering hand with a stern look. “We’re going to be late if you don’t control yourself.” From the way Laurance laughs you know he’s caught the look on your face and that he’s choosing to ignore it.

“They can wait a few minutes for us. Come on, please?”

You sigh as you lean back against Laurance’s embrace, giving the boy a false sense of security as he peppers kisses along your jaw. Just as his hands creep further up your body the water of the shower turns cold. Just like that Laurance is snapped out of his lustful daze and begins attempting to use you as a shield from the cold water.

“Hey! Why’d you do that?” The boy inquires as you slip away from his grasp.

You turn to him with a coy smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, My Love.”

He pouts, rubbing a hand over the goosebumps now covering his skin on one of his arms to try and get them to settle. As you lean past him his eyes flit, staring down at your naked form for only a moment before he lets out an annoyed huff again.

You roll your eyes as an amused smile pulls at your lips. “If you promise to behave yourself I'll turn up the heat… but only a little bit!”

Laurance gives you a firm nod, his expression determined. "Fine, deal. But I’m not happy about it." He shifts to grab the soap, keeping his eyes firmly away from you so he can avoid getting distracted. If you weren’t so right about being tight for time, he knows you would’ve let him get away with more. So for now he’ll settle for having you by his side.

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Zenix

“Just get in the shower with me.” You can’t help but laugh at the stubbornness of the boy who stands outside of the shower.

“It was so hot today and yet you’re still taking a hot shower? No way.” Zenix has his arms crossed and a less-than-amused look on his face. “And I know how hot you like your showers, so no, I will not be showering with you.”

“It’s not that hot.”

“I can literally see steam coming out from the top of the shower!”

You laugh at being caught red handed. Though you do like your hot showers, you’re willing to compromise. “Fine, fine. If I turn down the heat will you come shower with me?”

Zenix’s gaze flickers up and down your body for a brief moment. To your delight he begins to shed his clothes. “I’m not taking a single step in the shower until you turn it down though.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” You muse as you adjust the temperature of the water. You can hear Zenix grumbling to himself as he steps into the shower behind you. The moment the boy steps in he looks at you with furrowed brows.

“Did you even turn it down?”

“Is the water still too hot for you, my tender little frog?” You catch the irritation on Zenix’s face from your choice of nickname but you can’t help but laugh. Between your fits of laughter you grab the boy’s hand and hold him in the shower, reaching over to the faucet and turning down the heat even more. “There, I turned it down. Stay and shower with me. Please?”

Zenix stares down at you with words bubbling on the tip of his tongue but he suppresses the urge to say any of them. Instead he rolls his eyes as he takes his shampoo and hands it to you.

Wordlessly the boy leans down toward you so that you can more easily scrub the shampoo into his hair for him. You do, of course, and Zenix finds himself leaning in toward your touch. Maybe one of these days he’ll build up enough resistance to your shower temperatures to join you more often, but today is not that day.

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Gene

When Gene steps into the bathroom you pull the shower curtains back to catch a glance at him. He’s already removed his top layer of clothes and is working on the rest.

“I’m almost done showering. Did you want me to leave the water on for you?”

In response to your question Gene flashes you a grin. “You’re almost done already? I just assumed that you would still be mid-shower when I came to join you.”

You roll your eyes and return to the water. “My showers aren’t even that long! You’re just being dramatic.”

“I never said long showers were a bad thing, Doll.” Gene snickers to himself as he pulls back the curtain and steps into the shower with you. He knows that you were almost done, but he wanted to jump in anyway.

Gene leans forward to pull your body against his but you swat his hands away. “You’re still dirty!” You frown. The only thing you have left to do is rinse out your conditioner and you’re not about to let Gene get any of his dirt or grime on you now.

“All I want is to hold you close. Is that so much to ask for?”

Though you roll your eyes, amusement pulls at your lips. “Next time you want to hold me in the shower, get in at the same time as me.”

“I am in the shower at the same time as you.”

“You know what I mean!”

As Gene reaches out to grab you again you step back out of the flow of the water. With a coy smile you reach behind your back and turn the temperature of the water down as much as it goes. Being the only one under the faucet, Gene is hit with an abrupt change in temperature.

A short string of curses escape Gene’s lips as he recoils from the stream of water. Before you have a chance to escape out of the shower Gene gets a hand on yours and pulls you into his arms.

“Gene!” You gasp as the boy wraps his arms around your waist and holds you against himself. The longer you stand there the more the frigid water snuffs out any warmth you once had. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

“You made your bed, Doll. Now it’s time to lay in it.”

You can hardly think of a way to wipe Gene’s cocky grin off his face, so you give in and pull yourself closer to the boy’s chest. “If I didn’t like you so much I’d leave you high and dry.”

“Is that so?” Gene laughs in a satisfied manner as he feels you shift closer. “Then I guess I’ll count myself lucky.”

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Vylad Ro'Meave

Vylad enjoys the feeling of your hands against his face as you gently scrub your new cleanser on him. He’s usually one for trying new things and today you looked particularly excited to try it with him. What else could he do but happily oblige?

“Okay, you can open your eyes now. Careful not to rinse it off too quickly though!” You caution, rinsing your hands before applying cleanser to your own face.

“What’s the point of applying it in the shower if we’re supposed to let it sit?” Vylad inquires. He doesn’t bother trying to hide his lingering gaze from you, though in the name of being decent he mostly keeps his eyes above your shoulders. Mostly.

Your eyes carefully flutter open once you’ve applied cleanser to your own face. “I guess we didn’t have to apply it in the shower, but… I don't know. I wanted to, I guess.”

“How long until we can rinse it off?”

“The instructions say to let the cleanser sit for a minute or two, so it should be fine if you rinse yours off now.” You say, stepping aside and allowing Vylad greater access to the water.

Just as Vylad is about to step under the water it gets significantly colder - so much so that the boy nearly backs up into you just to avoid it. “Is it just me or did the water get colder?” Asks Vylad, his eyes turning to meet yours curiously.

“Sorry! That was me.” You admit, barely holding back a laugh from the reaction you unintentionally provoked. “I should’ve warned you that you’re supposed to rinse it off with cold water.”

Vylad isn’t quite as amused as you are but he takes it in good stride. As Vylad rinses what remains of the cleanser he can’t help but appreciate the feeling of cold water against his skin after taking such a hot shower. “You know, I’ve actually heard that cold showers help build immunity to sickness and increase blood circulation.”

“Are you saying that in hopes of getting me to take colder showers?” You ask as Vylad steps out of the shower.

He chuckles to himself. “Maybe.”

“Vylad Ro’Meave, what am I ever going to do with you?” Despite how you sigh there’s an air of amusement in your words, so of course Vylad is willing to play along. As you shut off the water and step out of the shower, Vylad hands you your towel and places a kiss against your cheek.

“Help me apply moisturizer, I hope.”

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dan-i-am21 · 2 years

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I have seen a lot of people saying to just post your story on AO3 but the stories I wrote were x reader… I haven’t seen much of those on AO3 and they’re cringe worthy but maybe someone would enjoy them on there idk. People on Wattpad do. They’re also Aphmau Mystreet fanfics…

Any advice?

#cringe #ao3 #wattpad #aphmau #mystreet #zane ro'meave #laurence zvhal #garroth ro'meave #aaron lycan #katelyn the firefist #travis valkrum #vylad ro'meave #dante mystreet #gene mystreet #x reader #old work #kawaii chan #lucinda the witch #opinon

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athenasilver7 · 4 years

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alright!!! may i request just some general headcanons of Vylad with an s/o? (honestly thank you for still writing for this fandom-)

Coming right up! I’m very quick when it comes to headcanons.💖🦋🌸

Aphmau-Mystreet

Vylad x GN Reader

He’s a soft boy

Please give him cuddles and attention, he lowkey needs to know he’s loved

Holding each other during the night, huddled under the blankets

Oh god, please bake with him

He wants to bake a cake with you

He doesn’t even care if it turns out good, he just wants to have you there

When you go to dinners with his family, please please please hold his hand under the table

It helps him feel more at ease

He may seem very social, and he is, but sometimes he just needs alone time. With you.

Try on different clothes together

He wants to try out flowing things like long skirts and dresses (it’s canon that he mixes male and female clothing together)

He’s dubious at first, so you have to hype him up

Go get ears piercings with him! He’s never gotten a chance to get them

He’ll ask you were you’ve always wanted to travel to

Once you tell him, he’s set on going there with you during the summer

You two have a blast travelling, although it does get tiring sometimes

What’s this? You’re cooking dinner? Not alone! Scoot over, let him help

He has a habit of cupping your face in his hands and just peppering it with kisses

He honestly can’t imagine life without you

Let him hold your hands and just gaze into your eyes

Your eyes are so beautiful to him

He never wants to let this moment go. He never wants to let you go.

#aphmau mystreet #aphmau #aphmau vylad #mystreet vylad #vylad x reader #mystreet vylad x reader #aphmau vylad x reader #aphmau fanfiction #aphmau fandom #aphmau headcanons #vylad headcanons #vylad ro'meave

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thursdaydawn · 3 years

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Top ten mystreet characters that could beat me to a pulp just by looking at me in disgust.

10. Michi

Miss girl kinda hot to me ngl. She could tell me I’m stupid and I’d frown and feel a little bad but probably get over it after a while.

9. Vylad

I find him pretty chill and he probably wouldn’t say anything to me, but if he called me dumb, or anything like that, I’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day and racking my brain figuring out if it’s true.

8. Garroth

He’s too sweet to say anything bad to me, but I know 100% his PDH self would make me shed a few tears by berating me on how I should be better as a person.

7. Lucinda

She’s literally so hot and I had (still sorta have) a huge crush on her when I was 12. I looked up to her ngl, so hearing her look at me in disgust would make me sad for like 2 days or less- maybe even cry a bit.

6. Kawaii Chan

She’s also really sweet and kind but would definitely berate me. If I were to steal something she baked, would 100% do that btw, she’d call me selfish or greedy and I’d cry myself to sleep and maybe think about it for a week.

5. Laurence

Mans was my first crush, he was literally so hot to me when I was a kid. His PDH and MCD self would make me simp so hard and I wrote like 10 cringe fanfics about him on an old wattpad account that I sadly lost. If he said anything insulting or bad to me I’d cry for days.

4. Ein

I am ashamed to say that I was 100% an Ein simp even after Emerald Secret. :( He was just that mysterious edgy boi that I really liked for some disturbing reason that I regret realizing when I was 13 or 14. He could and would definitely call me an absolute imbecile and a waste of a perfectly good soul that could’ve existed in my place, and I would sob every night for a week.

3. Zane

I always wished I could be his friend because he lowkey seemed cool. I also had a huge crush on him and would sometimes read those x reader fanfics of him. I wanted to give him a big hug during that one arc where he was really jealous of Aaron. He could tell me to never speak to him ever again and I’d absolutely break down.

2. Derek

Reminds me of my dad, that’s all I’ll say. He could simply look at me in disgust or yell at me and I’d absolutely break down.

1. Aaron

I always wished he could be my dad. He seemed so respectful and comforting to me and I would always daydream that he was my friend or dad or even partner ahshhs. If he lectured me on my behaviour or told me I needed to be better or just looked at me like I did something really bad I’d shut down for a week straight, maybe even two.

Okay now time for me to go back to sleep bye :)

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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years

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December Fics

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≫ I’m still going to post the alphabet headcanons and other requests. Don’t worry about that.

≫ Requests for character adding to this list is not valid. These are all of my favorite characters in each Fandoms.

≫ This fics can be headcanon, oneshot or drabble. Or maybe a headcanon and a scenario. It depends on how I feel like I should do it.

December 1: Snow (Mystic Messenger) — 707, Yoosung, Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Saeran & V

December 2: Winter Wonder (Kingdom Hearts) — Sora, Riku, Roxas, Ventus

December 3: Snowball Fight (Pokémon) — Green Oak, Silver, Steven Stone, N, Calem, Gladion, Raihan

December 4: Cold Kisses (Persona) — Akira Kurusu, Goro Akechi, Yu Narukami, Yosuke Hanamura, Minato Arisato, Shinjiro Aragaki

December 5: Cuddles/Snuggles (Fates, Three Houses, Awakening, Echoes, Heroes) — Takumi, Leo, Kaze | Claude, Dimitri, Yuri | Chrom, Robin, Inigo | Lukas, Kliff, Python | Alfonse, Sharena

December 6: Sharing clothes [Yandere Simulator] — Osano Najimi, Amao Odayaka, Kizano Sunobu, Oko Ruto, Osorō Shidesu, Megamo Saikou, Mujo Kina, Aso Rito

December 7: Building a Snowman [Legend of Zelda] — Link, Zelda, Revali, Mipha, Urbosa, Daruk

December 8: Ice skating [Yuri! On Ice] — Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky

December 9: Baking [FNAF] — gang

December 10: Decorating the House with decorations [Obey Me] — Brothers, Purgatory Hall trio, Diavolo and Barbatos

December 11: Going to a tree lighting event [Ace Attorney] — Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Franziska Von Karma, Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes, Sebastian Debeste, Simon Blackquill

December 12: Skiing/Snowboarding/Sledding [Assassination Classroom] — Karma, Nagisa, Chiba, Gakushu, Isogai, Maehara

December 13: Christmas movies [BNHA] — Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, Hawks, Aizawa, Tamaki

December 14: Singing Christmas songs [Haikyuu!] — Karasuno, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Seijoh, Shiratorizawa

December 15: Snow Storm [Yona of the Dawn; Modern AU!] — Dragons with Yona and Yoon

December 16: Playing in the snow [Genshin Impact] — Kaeya Alberich, Diluc Ragnvindr, Xiao, Childe, Zhongli, Xiangling, Fischl, Lumine, Aether, Chongyun, Scaramouche

December 17: Drinking Hot Chocolate [Danganronpa] — Makoto Naegi, Byakuya Togami, Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Ibuki Mioda, Chiaki Hanami, Shuichi Saihara, Kokichi Ouma

December 18: Picture [Servamp] — Mahiru, Kuro, Misono, Jeje, Hyde, Licht, Tsubaki

December 19: Wrapping gifts [Creepypasta] — Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, Ticci Toby, Masky & Hoodie, Lost Silver, Bloody Painter, The Puppeteer, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack

December 20: Build a pillow fort [Snow White with the Red Hair] — Shirayuki, Zen, Obi, Mitsuhide, Kiki

December 21: Ugly Sweaters [Harry Potter] — Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy

December 22: Dancing [OHSHC] — Host Club

December 23: Under the Mistletoe [Magi] — Aladdin, Alibaba, Sinbad, Ja’far, Titus, Hakuryuu, Judal

December 24: Secret Santa [Bungou Stray Dogs] — ADC & Port Mafia

December 25: Christmas [Everyone saying their Christmas wishes to the Readers]

December 26: Exchanging Gifts [Marauder’s Era] — Marauders

December 27: Game Night [X-men] — Peter Maximoff, Kurt Wagner, Charles Xavier

December 28: Kitchen Disaster [while baking] [Miraculous Ladybug] — Marinette, Adrien, Luka, Alya, Chloe

December 29: Late Night Walks [Descendants] — Mal, Evie, Carlos, Jay, Ben, Harry Hook

December 30: Sleeping [Mystreet] — Garroth, Laurence, Aaron, Travis, Vylad

December 31: New Year [Everyone saying their new years to the readers]

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lauranceofmeteli · 5 years

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I can almost never find any good fanfics for aphmau, blease help??? 💙💙

I hope your ready for a fuckton of links my dude cause i have so many fave fics! (also im gonna list them by site cause idk what you use anon dsgfhdf)

Wattpad

(yes i use wattpad, yes im not a 12yo, yes we exist)

Lycan’s Resistance - uh this fic is really cool if you like mcd and mystreet crossovers! it has one of the greatest irenes ever dsgfhdgsf

Usernames - i really loved this one during my garmau phase and the author is rewriting it so nows a pretty good time to start reading

Not Leaving Again - i found this fic when looking for dumb x readers late at night and this one is pretty cute! its a mystreet katelyn x reader btw

Ao3

From The Ashes - v edgy mcd fic with vylad and zenix. its short but a good read

Family Ties - another short but really good one! i really like this one because vylad is written in character way better than he is in cannon most of the time dsgjfdsf

Aphmau Mafia!AU - this one hasn’t been updated for a while but so far its been pretty good!

hatchmarks - god this series man,,,, its just so well written! with travlyn AND vylance!

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“I hate you” should have been the last words you said to me - yet another one chapter fic but damn does it do a lot in the short amount of time. it gives us the dante/gene backstory we deserve

Tes rewritten to fit the mv part 1 + part 2 - this is no joke the funniest shit ive ever read dont make the same mistake as me and read it in class

Something Borrowed, Something New prologue 1 2 3 4 - this fic is definitely one of my all time faves! im not sure if op plans to continue it or not, but whats there so far is amazing

Mafia AU - i really like this fic cause it gives characters like kenmur, emmalyn, and cadenza a bigger role in the story! theres only 1 chapter but the story so far is pretty rad.

Reunion - this fic man… laurance and vylads reunion from vylads pov??? thats good shit. also vylance shdgaf

#wow this is longer than i thought it was gonna be #hope it helped you anon!#aphmau #ask #long post #ish

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sunnified · 3 days

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MEET THE RO'MEAVES !

synopsis. the idea of meeting your rich boyfriend's rich family is nerve wracking, but at least he's there to hold your hand.

pairing. mystreet!vylad x gn!reader

content. non-descriptive reader =), comfort/fluff, one reference of the endearment “baby” at the very start, reader is nervous, anxiety about not fitting in, garte doesn't make an appearance

word count. 2.0k

a/n. i’ve been super busy recently so hopefully this little piece makes up for the lack of content? anyway, this piece is for this lovely anon <3

your eyes traced over your own features once more, looking for any imperfections or problems. from where he sat in the passenger seat, vylad threw an odd look in your direction, “you look fine, baby.”

his reassurance did little to calm the quivering of your nerves, and your gaze was quick to dart back to the sun visor mirror in front of your face. there was a small frown threatening to tug at the corner of your painted lips, “‘fine’ isn’t enough.” you sighed, prodding at a crease between your brows.

your boyfriend, who was dressed in clothes far nicer than his usual attire, only blinked in response. then, his hand came to rest upon your mid-thigh, stopping the consistent and annoying jittering. vylad was much calmer, offering a gentle smile, “you look perfect, really. they’re going to love you.”

“hm.” you’d spent several hours tearing apart your wardrobe for something suitable to wear, dirty looks being shot at vylad every time he offered a positive response to an outfit that was clearly horrible. right down to your shoes and the bag of choice, everything had been meticulously curated and laid out for after a long, scorching shower where you could think about what to say and how to say it.

“besides, you already know zane, and he’s the hardest part of the entire night.” vylad grinned as though he had just made a very funny joke, tousling his brown hair with one comb of careless fingers. “dad is on a business trip, so you don’t have to stress over him,” he looks a bit crestfallen for a moment, before perking back up, “and mum hasn’t even met you, but she already loves you — why’re you so worried?”

you scoffed in response.

at least, with the added comfort of zane being there you could relax a little more tonight. it had been a stroke of luck that you had even managed to get to know the monochromatic man, having accidentally met him in the middle of a supermarket one time a year ago.

for the past fifteen minutes, the pair of you had been parked at the end of the street where vylad grew up. your car had seen better days and looked out of place in comparison to the sleek sports cars and large family homes lining the sides of the road. vylad’s father, as you had come to learn, owned the ro’meave corporation and therefore was extremely wealthy. you were just lucky that none of his extravagant tastes had filtered down into his youngest son, who preferred to order take out and snuggle on the couch as a ‘date.’

irene, you were nervous.

“oh, i dunno, maybe because this is your family we’re talking about?” you replied in a huff, about to continue examining your own appearance before vylad promptly snapped the sun visor shut, “seriously, these people might end up being my in-laws some day!”

“might?” at that, his nose scrunched and he shook his head adamantly, “no, no, they will be your in-laws some day. which is why, we’re going to get out of the car, walk to the house, and happily greet my family.”

he beamed.

you sighed.

noticing the worry covering your expression, he leaned over and pressed a single kiss to the round of your cheek, “trust me,” he murmured, “you’ll fit right in.”

“okay.” your agreement followed shortly, “i’ll trust you.”

stepping into the cold evening air, you instinctively looked down at your outfit once more. it was a little fancier than what you’d usually wear, but most of your clothes were designed for comfort whilst travelling for long hours. despite having scoured half of the world with your long-term boyfriend, you’d yet to meet his rambunctious family face-to-face, instead only offering to sign your name on postcards from different regions and extending your wishes during birthdays.

maybe most of your nerves stemmed from the idea that vylad’s parents would hate you for taking their son around the world without knowing much more than your name. in fact, a big part of you was scared that they’d blame you for his lack of presence in phoenix drop.

the man in question walked around the model of your car, his fingers curling around yours as he began to pull you in the direction of his childhood home. it was a little way down the street, a brisk walk at best, before you were both stood on the front door step. your hand fell from his, and vylad was offering the crook of his elbow in a gentlemanly fashion with a proud look on his face, “i wouldn’t hear the end of it if i didn’t escort you.”

you laughed quietly in response, the huff coming out as something of a nervous chuckle. both of you know that’s probably not true, since he uses your interlocked arms as a subtle way to pull you closer. curious eyes watched with mild uncertainty as his hand came up to push at the doorbell, a faint tune playing from behind the red painted door before it abruptly swings open and your face to face with a man; he’s not much older than yourself and appears the complete opposite to your boyfriend. he grins at you both, exclaiming happily, “baby brother!” before tugging vylad from your grasp and into a tight, welcoming hug.

vylad laughs, too, reciprocating the hug just as fiercely, “garroth, hey.”

when the pair pull away from one another, you’re able to get a good look at the one ro’meave brother you had yet to meet. he was tall, much taller than his younger two brothers, and had much sharper features. his hair was a jealous shade of blonde, curling in pretty swirls that had seemingly been made to sit neatly atop his head; like vylad, the button up shirt he wore was expensive and you faintly caught a glimpse of the embroidery initials woven firmly into the cuff.

the man, garroth, turns to face you, “you must be the person keeping my brother so busy.” he mused, sweeping you over once before you were pulled into the same crushing hug. you nearly yelped, had it not been for your merciful release only a moment later, “it’s great to finally meet you, i was feeling a little left out with both vylad and zane knowing you.”

you attempted to laugh along with garroth, albeit a little awkward as you nodded your head and agreed, “yeah, i was wondering when i could meet you, too.”

garroth brightens at the sound of your voice, “vylad was just scared i’d steal you away.” he muses, to which the younger of the two brothers huffs an equally amused chuckle out. you don’t miss how his arm encircles your waist.

“you wish.” he snickers in a quick response and your hand covers the entertained smile creeping across your lips.

the brothers shared a look, before garroth was talking to you again, “come on, mum’s dying to meet you.” he waved you further into the house, turning to venture off down the hallway and giving just a split second of privacy between you and vylad.

your brunette boyfriend leaned in, his words coming out as a mere whisper meant only for you to hear, “garroth’s always been a hugger — try to get used to it, ‘cause there’s a lot more of those in your future.”

you snorted softly, “right.” you hummed, “baby brother.” the teasing words were followed by a light shove of vylad’s shoulder bumping against yours, shining green eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lead the way into the family room.

“hey mum, zane.” his charismatic greeting was met with a muffled acknowledgement from the middle child of the three brothers.

his mother, on the other hand, was quick to stand from where she had been poised on the edge of the couch and engulf you into a hug. it seems vylad had forgotten to mention that his mother, too, was an advocate of hugs, “oh, darling! it’s so lovely to finally meet you, i’ve heard so much about you from vylad.” she gushed, holding you by the shoulders with a gentle grip, seeming to take you in all at once.

“it’s lovely to meet you, too, mrs. ro’meave.” you replied, a smile gracing your lips at her soft demeanour. you’d heard a lot about vylad’s mother, from his favourite childhood memories to how he recently described her soft personality.

the older woman giggled quietly, shaking her head, “oh, honey,” her emphasis on the little nickname was almost deceiving, “you don’t have to call me that — it makes me feel old!” she was anything but, “call me zianna, we’re family, after all.”

your heart surges at the word family, jaw going slack, “r-right.” your stuttering is met by a muffled laugh across the room, and you throw a halfhearted glare at zane, whose snickering to himself, “family.”

there’s a loud whine from behind you, before vylad is draping himself across your back. his chin sits on your shoulder, arms holding you flush against him — in front of his brothers and mother. he huffs, “don’t spoil the surprise!” he all but scolds zianna, who squeals at the scene in front of her. your face blooms with heat, and you can feel the warmth trickling from your cheeks down your neck.

vylad’s never been one to shy from affection, but now you know he’s really playing up since you’re in the presence of his family; whether he’s purposefully embarrassing you or attempting to create the perfect image of a devoted boyfriend, you’re not quite sure.

your small embarrassed protest of his name goes unnoticed, as zianna reaches for her phone to snap a picture of the two of you. she gushes, fawning over the image of her youngest son holding his partner in such a loving way, only to gasp when the sound of an egg-timer dings from the kitchen. she takes off to tend to the cooking dinner, leaving you to deal with the three ro’meave brothers.

the silence doesn’t last long, with vylad tugging your body in the direction of a cute armchair. it’s snug, how he sits down and you’re practically sitting on top of him, but he doesn’t mind the added weight in the slightest — especially since one hand rests on your waist whilst the other is used as a support to your back.

“so, how did you guys meet?” garroth asks, having since taken a seat at the opposite end of the curved couch from zane. he muses with his blonde hair, before eventually giving up and letting his arm fall to rest on the back of the seat.

“travelling,” you say at the same time vylad sarcastically replies with “a dating app.”

garroth raises a brow, and zane looks up from what he’d been doing on his phone to look at the pair of you. laughing awkwardly, you reiterate, “we met whilst travelling, he walked right into me in a coffee shop.”

garroth gasps as though just hearing something scandalous, a scolding tone taking on his voice. it’s proof he’s the oldest of the three. zane snorts from beneath his mask, before covering it up with a cough.

vylad groans from behind you, “i said i was sorry!”

“he bought me another coffee afterwards.”

garroth nods in approval at that, “good.” he doubles down, “i’m glad to know my baby brother is taking care of you.”

“shut up garroth, you’re only saying that because you’re single right now.” zane retorts, scoffing when garroth splutters.

“wh— hey! they didn’t need to know that, zane!”

“it’s true, though.” he shrugs.

vylad is laughing again, resting his face in your neck to hide for a moment. you sigh and lean back into him, watching as garroth and zane squabble. it makes you smile.

there’s a feminine call from the kitchen, as well as the sound of a small bell ringing. zianna’s voice carries through to the living room, “kids, dinner’s ready!”

when both the eldest and middle child scramble to sit at the dining table, vylad makes a point of holding you for just a second longer, smiling to himself, “welcome home.”

#𖤓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃.#aphverse #aphmau #aphblr #mcyt #mystreet x reader #minecraft diaries x reader #mystreet vylad #aphmau vylad #vylad x reader #vylad ro'meave #pdh garroth #garroth ro'meave #zane ro'meave #zianna ro'meave

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starhvney · 2 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | you can find the request page here! | more utc

𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | a mystreet reader insert fanfic

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

there's nothing here for now!

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

murder: straight to the heart | ft. blaze, garroth, gene, & laurance

pipsqueak | zenix x short!reader

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

slumber party! | aphmau & reader | fluff, platonic

unlikely protector | gene x reader | hurt/comfort, hidden feelings

good game | katelyn & reader | fluff, slice of life, platonic

me? | zenix x reader | fluff, friends to more

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

fluff alphabets | garroth ☆ laurance ☆ gene ☆ travis ☆ zenix

road trip headcanons | ft. garroth, laurance, travis, dante, zane, katelyn, & nana

character face claims

type of drunks they are

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

kinks | ft. blaze, garroth, gene, & laurance | nsfw

honeymoon | ft. blaze, dante, garroth, gene, & laurance | nsfw

just a kiss | part one ☆ part two | fluff and making out

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

late night study | garroth x reader | fluff, romantic tension

not a big deal | garroth x reader | fluff, romantic tension

positive | garroth x reader | fluff to smut/nsfw, married

fire drill | garroth x reader | fluff, established relationship

rooftop date | gene x reader | fluff, romantic tension

mission cupid! | gene x reader | fluff, confession, friends to more

young love | gene x reader | fluff, established relationship

you're alive | gene x reader | angst, hurt/comfort, confession?, friends to more

home cooked meal | laurance x reader | fluff, married, suggestive

five minutes | laurance x reader | angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

really, really? | nana & reader | fluff, slice of life, platonic

the coolest | sasha & reader | fluff, slice of life, platonic

pressed flowers | vylad x reader | fluff, married

adore you | zane x reader | fluff, hurt/comfort. established relationship

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

there's nothing here for now!

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

patching them up | ft. garroth, gene, laurance, travis

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

stay | laurance x reader | angst, hurt/comfort, hidden feelings

couldn't compare | laurance x reader | fluff, established relationship

𝐂.𝐀𝐈

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇

laurance | prompt: while waiting for laurance to get out of soccer practice, you get hit on, causing your boyfriend to get a little jealous.

gene | prompt: at the school’s annual halloween festival for the students, you get dared to wander through the dark, blocked-off part of the school. just when you think you’re safe, a certain tall student with a ghostface costume on finds you…

zenix | prompt: it's another skip day with your friends at the river, and you realize you're not the only one who thinks the lines and scars across your skin are cool

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓

laurance | prompt: on a dare, you and laurance were paired to go through a haunted house together.

gene | prompt: after a long day, you want nothing more than to relax in your boyfriend’s presence

zenix | prompt: the two of you get ready for your next shift at the night club bar, and you've made a cute change to your appearance. will your edgy friend dislike it... or does he actually have a preference for the color pink?

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

laurance | prompt: after the group has to flee phoenix drop through the cursed forest, laurance is on edge and anxious for your safety.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

laurance | prompt: the man you had been curiously observing from off the shore is deathly injured. going against the warnings of your kind, you decide to rescue him.

garroth | prompt: as you curiously tried to observe humankind, you were snatched out of the water by a pirate captain named garroth ro'meave. will you be able to convince him to release you back into the sea?

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