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swanimagines · 14 days

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Bastard and the Blood Princess

Chapter 9

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“This fabric itches,” you complained, shifting your body. “And the cloak, what do they use to make it so heavy? It feels like I’m giving someone a piggyback ride.”

Kaz didn’t look at you, smoothing out the fabric of his own uniform. “You’ll get used to it.”

You looked over to Kaz, seeing him shifting his weight to one side and frowned. “Your leg, it will give us away. Guards don’t–”

Kaz shot you a brief glare. “I’ll be fine.”

You scoffed. “Fine.”

The homeless man Kaz had brought from the local back alley slightly reeked of alcohol as he bounced in place restlessly. “So, I just run towards the gates, screaming I want to see the Sun Summoner and I’ll let you two catch me?”

Kaz brought his cane in front of him, looking at the man. “Exactly.”

“And… my payment, enough to spend a few nights at an inn and it covers some meals for me?”

Kaz nodded. “As long as you won’t buy the most expensive meals on the menu.”

The man nodded, looking around and chewing his lip. “The guards will detain me, but… they won’t take me to see their Shadow Summoner leader, do they? Kirigan?”

“Unlikely.”

The man breathed out and held his chest for a moment. “Good, good. So, will they let me go after giving me a talk?”

Kaz pursed his lips, his eyes wandering over the man’s form once. “I believe so.”

The man nodded quickly again, before looking over to the palace in the distance. “I’m not much of an actor, but for a warm bed and free meals, I will put on my best effort.”

Kaz raised his eyebrows with a scowl. “You’d better.”

The man averted his eyes from Kaz, and gave you a brief look. “I’ll get you both in. It’s a promise.”

You nodded at the man, and met eyes with Kaz briefly. He sighed, nodding towards your horses that were now by the bond, grazing grass while their saddles and reins were over the fence. “Horses will be left here. We won’t need them anymore, someone will come and take them sooner or later.”

“No doubt about that,” you mumbled, glancing at the small village next to you. Then, you rolled your shoulders and nodded towards the gates. “Shall we go now?”

Kaz was silent for a moment and then began walking. This time you had anticipated him doing that though, and quickly caught up to him.

“Wait!” the second man shouted after you and you heard him stumbling as he caught up as well.

You walked in silence for a while, all the way til you were almost at the gates, and Kaz snuck up behind a rock with you and the other man. He looked over at your distraction and nodded, and the man hesitated for a few seconds before sprinting into action, making you and Kaz sprinting after him.

“Sun Summoner! I need to see her!” he screamed, stumbling and diving under one of the carriages. You dove after him, pulling him out and letting other guards take him from you before standing to the side.

The man looked over to Kaz who had emerged from behind the carriage and one of the guards sighed, saying something about having to throw yet another fanatic to jail for a few hours to think what’s appropriate behaviour.

You met eyes with Kaz briefly before he threw his cape to the side and started making his way through the gates, blending in perfectly with the other guards. You felt like you weren’t as skillful in blending in, but you tried to imitate the way the other guards walked to seem like a strong and professional guard who was always vigilant with watching out for any commotions.

You marched through the halls side by side with Kaz, until you found the circus wagons, the performers in the work of setting up the stage. You saw Jesper and Inej standing beside one wagon, and Inej nudged Jesper once she saw you.

“Oh, good. You haven’t killed each other,” Jesper mumbled, and then turned to Kaz. “How was the trip? Everything good? Can we trust her?”

Kaz glanced at the wagon and nodded towards it. “Get inside.”

You all stuffed yourself in, making sure no one sees - two guards getting into a circus wagon with two circus performers might have come off as odd, and through that, suspicious. You knew you were taking a risk. But as you closed the door and the musky air inside the carriage settled in, you felt like you were safe for now.

You all were quiet for a moment, Jesper laying wary looks on you. “Can we actually trust her?”

Kaz looked down for a moment, he had taken his cane out from wherever he had hidden it and leaned on it now. “For now. She stole these uniforms. But she did have a weapon with her when we had to stay the night at an inn.”

Jesper’s eyes widened, looking over at you before shifting his eyes to Kaz again. “You… slept in the same room with her while she had a weapon on her?”

You shook your head, popping in. “I gave it to him. I… stole it from the healer, I was afraid of the Fold, I wanted to have something to protect myself. I was supposed to–”

“Here’s the plan,” Kaz interrupted you, giving you a glare. “I’ll try to find an ambush point. During the dinner event, we’ll attack. Rollins will come with me, I wouldn’t have enough time to find the secret door so I’m relying on her help on this.”

Jesper scoffed. “Her help? Really?”

Inej frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want one of us coming with you?”

Kaz shook his head. “She won’t try anything.”

You bowed your head down, trying to appear submissive despite a strong urge to defend yourself brewed inside you. You didn’t want to kill Kaz, you needed to–

Your heart then made a jump and you swallowed.

You didn’t want to kill Kaz.

What do you mean you don’t want to kill Kaz?

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing the thought out. Of course you wanted and needed to kill him. That’s what you came here to do.

You must be tired. Delusional. Maybe Kaz slipped something into your drink. Or inside the uniform, making you more obedient.

But something in him reminded you of something long buried. A silk dress with golden embroidery. A fancy toy set your father bought you–

You were startled awake from your thoughts by a rough jab to your ankle, making you let out a small yelp and you looked up to see Kaz scowling at you.

“Let’s go.”

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You walked through the hallways in total silence, your steps echoing through the walls as you occasionally passed some Grisha and real guards. Kaz seemed to know just where to go as if he had been here before - it was like the blueprint had been imprinted into his brain, that’s how confidently he walked through the many corridors.

But then suddenly, he stopped, clutching his leg. You stopped too, glancing towards where you came from and looked at him. “Should I continue alone?”

Kaz huffed. “No.”

“But your leg–”

“I’ll manage.”

You shrugged. “If you say so.”

Then, he straightened up and clenched his jaw, forcing himself to walk normally again. And after a few steps, you arrived in front of a wall, and Kaz started tracing along the wallpaper with his hands.

“Look for a switch,” he mumbled. “We need to get inside.”

You nodded and started feeling around. There was definitely a seam of a door, maybe there was a trick to click the door open somehow.

But then, footsteps echoed along the wall and you both spun around. Kaz tried pushing the wall one last time, and you slipped inside a small closet across from the wall.

“Come on!” you hissed to him, he hesitated for a moment but then sucked in a breath and joined you.

The closet was small, barely fitting you both. Your bodies were pressed together tightly, and Kaz’s eyes were tightly screwed shut, and he took in sharp breaths. You had no idea what was happening to him so suddenly, but you looked through the small crack from the door and saw a Grisha moving her hands across the wallpaper, and you heard something moving inside the wall. And then, a guard pushed the door open.

“We need a Durast to get that door open,” you whispered to Kaz. “Do you know anyone who’s a Durast by any chance?”

He didn’t answer, but had composed himself enough to peek through the crack himself too. He silently watched as two Grishas talked, two keftas meant for the Sun Summoner hanging next to them. A couple of minutes passed, and then the secret door was closed and Kaz almost threw himself out from the closet.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, but Kaz just shot you a glare and started walking away, leaving you confused once again.

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Your walk back to the wagon was completely silent again, but this time your silence was loaded with tension. Something just crackled in the air around you and you didn’t even want to test it. To jab it, afraid it would blow on you.

Had you done something wrong? Had you missed a command Kaz gave you? And what had happened in that closet? Kaz had acted like he was… afraid of you? As if he was just waiting for you to bite his face off. Which most certainly didn’t make sense.

You sat in that wagon once again, half-listening to Kaz going through the final plan with Arken, Inej and Jesper. At the same time, that little voice in your head bullied you again, telling you that time was running out and you were stalling on purpose. Your father’s angry face flashed in front of you, how he would react if he learned you had failed in your mission. His most valued, ruthless and feared gang member would fail. No one would expect it. Your father might even think you’re switching sides.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to snap yourself out of it, stopping the train of thought of what could and would happen if you started to slip. Thinking about it just made you feel worse, like you were actually believing you wouldn’t be able to do it when the time comes. That you had grown to care for them. For Kaz, Dirtyhands from all people the world had to offer. Something in him just… pulled you in. Intrigued you. Maybe you could even find something in common, to bond with him over it.

And something in him was oddly familiar. Comforting, reminded of you of… something you couldn’t quite place your finger on, and the feeling just grew stronger when you tried to push it away.

It didn’t make sense. You had trained for this. You had planned this. But now, that little voice whispered, you were no longer sure if you actually wanted to go through with it…

You let out a breath, and steeled yourself to open your eyes again and return to the moment.

Kaz was rolling the blueprint closed, sharing orders and you heard it all as an echo, still fighting with your thoughts. You weren’t really sure what was happening.

Then, it suddenly hit you.

The golden ponies, your silk dress, warmth of the fireplace. You had worked through the previous day to set this house to look like you lived there, and that actress from Ketterdam’s Theatre pretended to be your father’s wife, while another actress pretended to be your mum. It was a weird day, but nice in a way. To be hugged warmly by a woman, have her brush your hair, and help you to dress. It was a feeling you had never known, and thought you’d never feel as your parents never cared about you.

Then, a knock on the door, and suddenly everyone got into their positions. The smell of hutspot filled the air, your father went to open the door.

After a moment, your father smiled at you, gesturing towards you as two boys stepped in. “This is my maid’s daughter, my daughter Saskia is at school at the moment. Your brother could play with her while we get to business?”

The older boy nodded and gestured to the younger one to go to you. You smiled at him, telling him your fake name your father had told you. The boy smiled back, sitting down across from you.

“I’m Kaz.”

You froze, staring at Kaz with wide eyes - realising he was the first child you helped your father to pluck. And the one you had foolishly befriended. You had asked after him for weeks, but your father kept telling you that you shouldn’t have let yourself get attached to a pigeon you were plucking, and eventually you quit asking.

How hadn’t you recognised him before? How hasn’t he recognised you? Or maybe he did recognise you. Maybe he was leading you to a trap. The thing that had happened between him and your father, it was something you also had participated in. You were also guilty of it.

His brother. Where was his brother? Was he also a gang member? Or did… did your father sell him to slavers? No, he wouldn’t do that… or would he?

He never killed those people he conned, so Kaz’s brother was likely alive. They were destroying your father’s empire together, chipping it away slowly to pay back for what he did to them.

What you did to them. He had basically grown to be your best friend, and after all this time… it felt just as bad to know you had betrayed him, even when you thought you had gotten over it.

Kaz noticed your stare and cocked an eyebrow. “Go on.”

You blinked, and then abruptly shook your head, flinching back. “N-no, I have nothing to add.”

Jesper cocked his head. “You look like you just stepped into a snake pit.”

They all stared at you, and you forced yourself to get it together. “Sun is setting soon. We need to get this moving before the Sun Summoner is returning to her quarters.”

They were quiet for a moment longer, before Kaz nodded. “She’s right. I will get more uniforms. Arken, Inej, you will meet me at the stairwell I showed you.”

They nodded, and you glanced at Kaz - suddenly everything made sense, and everything felt a hundred times more difficult. Your plans went to waste the moment you connected the dots, the flashbacks… and now you were only left thinking how on earth would you get yourself out of the situation. And if the situation would actually turn itself into you switching sides… having to set yourself against your father, because he would leave you with no choice if you came back home and told him you can’t kill Kaz because you remembered who he was.

Right now, you could only go along with Kaz's plan and snatch the Sun Summoner.

Next steps from that, you didn’t know yet.

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swanimagines · 15 days

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Star Wars: Imagine Rey coming to save you after Kylo Ren kidnaps you.

requested by anon

Echoes of footsteps pierced through your dream as you slowly came back from your unconsciousness. You groaned at the pounding headache, trying to grasp your head, but something prevented you from moving your arms, and your eyes shot open.

No.

You were in a room full of consoles, you could hear Stormtroopers talking, you were tied in this chair - and then you remembered the battle.

You had just knocked out a stormtrooper who had snuck up behind Rey, and you had smiled at her as she spun around.

“You’re welcome,” you had told her, and she had smiled back before her smile suddenly disappeared and before you could react, you felt a hard impact and everything had become black.

You had been kidnapped. That much was certain now. It had been only a matter of time really - your reputation in the Rebellion had spread wide, you had led countless successful rescue missions, you had destroyed multiple Imperial stations and bases… you were Leia’s go-to soldier if there was a particularly dangerous mission coming up, because she knew you could pull it off.

So when you heard the door hissing as it opened, you could already guess who it was, despite him being behind you. “Kylo Ren.”

He was quiet for a moment, before he took a few steps towards your chair. You refused to look at him, but you saw a piece of his cape from the corner of your eye.

“I apologize for the discomfort,” he said, mockingly pretending empathy. “You will get something to drink soon.”

You scoffed. “You should know better than not realize that I won’t drink anything you give me.”

Kylo sighed, stepping in front of you. “It would be easier if you would cooperate with me. Maybe we could even come up with a peaceful solution for this… situation.”

"I won't give my friends up," you spat at him. "Especially not to a man who tries to be a copy of Darth Vader while not being even half as terrifying as he was."

He took a few steps to the side, circling you like a predator. "You're protecting your 'friends', who aren't coming to save you. How noble."

“Sounds like true loyalty is a foreign term for you.”

“Hm.”

You both were quiet for a moment, before Kylo pulled out a tablet from one of the console trays.

“We’ve been tracking your camp location since the battle, and we have found it. If you tell us information about where to find Crendrund’s Library, we can spare some of your friends.”

You stared at him. Crendrund’s Library. They knew you had found it? Numerous artifacts hidden away, a vast amount of knowledge you would use for your advantage in your war against the Empire. All that in the heart of Zephyrus Nebula, on that little ocean planet with a lone island.

But somehow you still managed to keep a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was quiet, and you saw his fist clenching. You felt crooked satisfaction from seeing that - he was already growing frustrated. Him being frustrated spoke of him not being sure if you were the right person to kidnap. You may not know anything useful after all - and if he made a mistake, his Master wouldn’t be happy.

He straightened up, putting the tablet back into the console. “You have until tomorrow morning to change your mind. And if you haven’t… well, you will have to endure so much pain that you won’t leave this ship sane.”

Then, he left, the door hissing open. You felt his eyes on you one last time, and then you were alone again once the door shut. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a breath.

There was no way you could escape. There was nothing near you that you could use. There was nothing in the room at all in fact, unless something was behind you.

You didn’t want to die, nor lose your sanity, but for your friends, for the cause - you would do anything. Even if the torture would last for days, weeks. You would never give your friends up.

Kylo would also try to get inside your mind, maybe after torturing you. But you were determined, practiced with it since you were a child, since your parents first brought you to the rebellion base. Everyone thought a small child like you didn’t belong there at first, but quickly changed their minds when they saw how gifted you were, how quickly you learned to defend yourself, and how smart you were in tricking people. And all that had paid off when you were sent on your first mission.

Everything was ending at some point, you had always told yourself. And your ending would come in hands of Kylo Ren, but he’d torture you in vain. He’d have to crawl to his master and tell him that he has failed. You’d get to humiliate him as the last thing you did.

Then, the door hissed again and you sighed, his Master had likely ushered him back like a dog.

But then, you heard Rey’s voice whispering your name, and your heart jumped - you definitely hadn’t expected her to come, especially not so soon.

“Rey?” you whispered back, and she came to stand in front of you, looking over your restraints. “What are you doing here? How did you get here so fast?”

She frowned. “Fast? It’s been over a week since you were taken.”

You huffed. Of course. They had been probing your mind while keeping you in a Force-induced coma, and suddenly the fact that they knew that bit of Crendrund’s Library made sense. But even when you were unconscious, your mind didn’t let them dig deeper than that - which made it seem like you knew that it had been found, but you didn’t know anything beyond that. But Kylo’s Master surely guessed you wouldn’t be left outside such information, and that’s why Kylo had tried to make you tell more, scare you by threatening your friends.

“They know we’re planning to find Crendrund,” you whispered to Rey as she worked on prying open your restraints. “Ren threatened to attack our base if I didn't tell him where to find it.”

“What?” Rey gasped, and you shook your head.

“I didn’t tell them anything and I don’t believe they actually found our base, but I just… they know.”

Rey was quiet for a moment as she worked on your ankles, and then helped you up, hugging you. “We were all scared of losing you.”

You nodded and glanced towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

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This is an open ending. Any continuation parts are not being planned as for now. I may write one someday, but not promising anything. It might take even years before any kind of continuation would come out, as Star Wars isn't my main fandom and I write for it just for practice and variety really, so I wouldn't get bored with my main fandoms. Making this note just so it would lessen people demanding me to write a part 2/expecting me to write a part 2. I'll do it if I feel like it, it may happen this year or in 2030 or beyond that.

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swanimagines · 15 days

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HEY ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS (PLEASE REPLY!!)

I made this post once last summer but as it has now disappeared, I need to post it again.

How about this: she'd be like him, "Ghost"-like, but is more brutal and goes absolutely crazy when clearing camps (maybe because Mongols slaughtered her family or something and it's just, blind rage when she sees a Mongol and she gives no mercy to them?), and people see her as a monster rather than a hero, even though she tries to help Tsushima too? And that causes her feeling insecure of her feelings for Jin.

Also can I tone down her liking for him from "obsession" because to me that grazes yandere? (Which I don't do) She could just really really like him. In my opinion an actual obsession includes stalking, manipulating, extreme jealousy etc, so, I'm not comfortable with it.

Sorry if these changes would be too much, I've never written dark!reader fics that are meant to be dark like that from the start and don't really understand how exactly they work yet and when reading, I always skip them because I've never seen a fic where reader/character isn't someone who manipulates their s/o somehow and it's gotten into a point where I don't give a chance on reading any of them anymore.

PLEASE REPLY!!

If you won't reply, I'm ultimately deleting this request from my drafts, meaning I'm not writing my alternate idea as it's taking heavy inspiration from your request and I don't feel comfortable writing it without your blessing, and your request has some elements I'm not comfortable with so I can't write it either 😕

(Tagging Jin x reader because anons rarely check if I've replied to their asks otherwise, even though you saw my last reply but just in case!)

#jin sakai x reader

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swanimagines · 18 days

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SORRY I'VE COMPLETELY MISSED YOUR COMMENT

But haha yeah, I write for all characters in my fandoms so yes, Nikolai is among them as I write for Grishaverse ❤️ (Just transferred my fave chars list below the main fandom list, realised that people may think they're the only characters I write for even when it did read that the actual fandom list is below that list)

And go ahead, send as many as you'd like! (Your Pin request is SO CUTE btwwww)

BOUND IN DARKNESS | NIKOLAI LANTSOV

Summary: You and Nikolai see nightmares about the Darkling every night - making your duties as the King and Queen of Ravka hard. But you both know you have to push through.

Darkling was dead, yet the damage he had left remained.

Just one night of peaceful sleep was unreachable, and hoping for it was futile. You and Nikolai both woke up at some point every night to the image of the Darkling plaguing your dreams. You held each other then, shaking slightly, trying to rest just little longer so your tiredness wouldn’t show as much. Genya helped you hide your eyebags, before you dressed up and were going in front of people once again, putting on your brave face and trying to act like nothing was happening, you weren’t damaged. You needed to show that Ravka was strong, that their King and Queen would thrive and show them how to be strong again. Ravka could and would be rebuilt. Your people would be able to recover, and the Kingdom would become whole again.

The court alkemi had made you a potion that basically prevented your brains from total exhaustion, as it would have been dangerous on the long run - usually this severe nightmares were treated by resting and taking it easy, but you didn’t have that option if you didn’t want to look like weak rulers. Vulnerability was also an important part to show if you wanted your people to feel closer to you, but time for that wasn’t now. So the vials were vital for your survival during this time, and you rewarded the alkemi handsomely for making the potion for you. But he, too, reminded you that it isn’t a miracle potion you could consume for very long. Its side effects would begin coming after a week, and after that they’d become more and more severe with every vial you’d consume and eventually those could end up killing you.

So you had to avoid using those too - gulping them down only if you felt like you wouldn’t get through the day without it. It didn’t mean days without it were easy though. One of those moments were now, you and Nikolai having a meeting with your advisors. The chair you sat on started feeling impossibly comfy, the words your advisors spoke to you blended together, they echoed in the room as you slowly felt your body falling asleep.

“Moya tsaritsa, are you alright?” your advisor asked, snapping you out from your stupor and you cleared your throat, nodding and blinking rapidly.

“Yes, I just need some water,” you croaked out, feeling Nikolai’s hand grasp yours and you squeezed it back. Your maid came over in a few moments, handing you a glass of water and you smiled at her softly before taking a sip from your glass.

The water brought a welcomed burst of energy as it made its way down your throat, and you put the glass down, nodding for the advisor to continue. You knew you had a duty at hand, and it couldn’t wait - you had to push through whatever it needed.

Nikolai squeezed your hand lightly again and you shared a brief look, and you could see weariness plaguing him too. But he was better in hiding it. At that moment, you wished you had been raised as a royal, they had training even on how to stay composed and remain alert even when exhausted like this - probably because during wars, rest wasn’t an option.

You tried your best to follow the example of your husband, listening to the proposals and checking through documents, occasionally interjecting the discussions with questions, but it wasn’t long before their voices began to blend into a constant hum again, and you couldn’t really hear what they said. You just saw their lips moving and hands gesturing, but you no longer heard what they said.

Nikolai seemingly sensed your struggle and nudged your leg with his own under the table, an unspoken reminder to remain alert. You straightened your posture again, and the advisor paused again for a moment, but then continued as you were following along again. You used all your willpower to stay alert and reminded yourself that this was the only way so you would get to rest sooner today - how you would get to rest for days. Once this was over, you wouldn’t have to sit here listening to plans and trying to act like everything was okay.

When the sun started to set and the advisors finally left to their own quarters, you were letting out a sigh of relief, knowing that now you would be able to rest - even if it meant you would see your loved ones being cut in half again. You had to try to rest. Seeing nightmares and crying in Nikolai’s arms was better than sleeping while you were expected to listen.

You stood up, with Nikolai supporting you by the waist and you walked to your bed chambers together and immediately after you had taken off your jewelry, you were falling onto the bed together, wishing to be able to take even a nap before dinner without nightmares. Nikolai spooned you, his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist while his other hand grasped your hand above your head on the pillow.

As children, you both had heard the story that sleeping while touching a friend or a loved one guarantees no nightmares. It hadn’t worked til now, and you knew it wouldn’t work this time either - but it was still more comforting to wake up and notice you’re safe, with Nikolai holding you - and for him, to see you alive and breathing in his arms.

It wasn’t a situation you wanted to find yourself from when you married Nikolai while he was still Sturmhond, but the sense of duty this situation had forged into you was something you knew you should follow. For the people of Ravka, if not else. They needed to see they were safe now - they had a strong King, a strong Queen, ones who cared for them.

So you night after night, you had to try to rest. To wake up, hold each other, listen to each other, comfort each other, try to fall asleep again. Something good in the middle of this darkness, you needed to remind yourselves what was worth fighting for. Darkling was dead, for good this time. His shadow monsters weren’t attacking people anymore, things were better than in ages. Uniting Ravka was a task not any ruler would be able to accomplish, but you knew that with Nikolai, you would do it.

You let your eyes droop closed, keeping this in mind, telling yourself that some dead shadow man wasn’t going to drag you two down. You would beat this. Together.

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swanimagines · 22 days

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That was my ask yeah! I’m glad it came through ok! And no worries or rush on it! Sorry if I came across impatient!

No worries, you were polite and didn't come out as impatient at all! By my last paragraph I meant that it's the most common reason why people send me these asks because they think I only have a few requests and when their request isn't coming out as fast as it would with other writers, they start to wonder if I have it, which is entirely understandable. Especially when I used to write/publish my requests pretty soon after they were sent and I often had days where I wrote 5 fics in just a few hours. And also my pinned post does say you're allowed to ask if your request came through once as I no longer have a to-do list.

The thing that will annoy me is if you start to ask me "is it still coming, are you still doing it" every once in a while. If you know I have it, then don't ask after it unless you want me to delete it from my drafts to be able to request it from someone else.

But I believe you won't start doing that 😊

#asks #anon #requests #sitara dhawan x reader

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swanimagines · 22 days

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Hi :)) did my platonic Watch Dogs Sitara imagine come through ok?

Do you mean this one? Or something you sent just now?

If you mean this one and sent this because you wonder why it hasn't come out yet, then yeah, I'm just slow 😅 I don't do scheduled/queued fics anymore so... I can't give you any estimated schedule unfortunately. I publish my fics right when they're ready to publish.

#sitara dhawan x reader #anon #asks #requests

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swanimagines · 22 days

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Please can I ask for some headcanons about dating Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)? Please? Thank you!

- When you started at your new school, you immediately grew to be intrigued by your classmate before even knowing his name.

- A classic bad boy, charming, handsome, breaking the rules...

- Just your type.

- Even when you knew such boys could be bad influence.

- Your new friends were worried about your crush, often those kinds of boys could be violent behind closed doors.

- And honestly, you were kind of afraid of such behavior too.

- But you couldn't help it, especially after he started to show interest towards you too.

- He began to be flirty, though also a bit cocky.

- But he got you flustered anyway.

- It was the first time a boy had showed any romantic interest towards you, so you weren't entirely sure if he was actually interested, if he was just messing with you or... if he was just after your body and not you.

- But as time went by, his actual crush on you began to be more and more genuine.

- Unless he was one hell of an actor, he seemed to be really into you.

- Your friends told you to be wary, but they admitted that he did really feel like he was being genuine.

- So, you began to meet him after school.

- You asked him that you'd take it slow, you wanted to get to know him properly without making it anything more.

- He agreed to that, understanding your doubts.

- It started with just casually hanging out. Getting some food together and eating at the park, just chatting about your lives, going to school parties together, going on walks together...

- But eventually, he asked you on a real date.

- He admitted he wasn't used to being a romantic who could sweep people off their feet, he only knew how to be a charmer towards new people.

- And the basic dinner and a movie after was something he apologised for.

- You were more than happy about it though, being able to spend time with him.

- When you opened the door for him upon him fetching you from your home, he looked you over in your attire, seemingly stunned.

"You look amazing." - Patrick

- You chuckled, looking at your feet for a moment and biting your lip.

"Oh, stop it." - You

- You had the most amazing time that night, and when Patrick dropped you off, he asked for your permission to kiss you.

- You blinked at him, but then eagerly nodded.

- So he slowly leaned in, and then he carefully pressed his lips against yours.

- You had never kissed anyone before, so at first you weren't sure what to do, but quickly got the hang of it and rested your arms on his forearms as he placed his hands on your waist.

- When you parted, you both laughed quietly, and at that moment you both knew you were now a couple.

- The next morning, upon you arriving to school, you found the most beautiful bouquet of flowers from your locker, and realised Patrick had used his lockpicking skills to surprise you.

- He also began leaving love notes at the inside of your locker door.

- When you were together, he usually had his arm around your waist.

- He also wasn't shy with PDA.

- Kissing your cheek, neck, shoulders...

- At first you felt awkward by so many looking at you being lovey-dovey, but got used to it as time went by.

- And, you kind of enjoyed seeing that old grump Mrs. Highwood glaring at you in disapproval as Patrick's face was buried into your neck.

- Your friends also approved of Patrick in the end, and you often hung out together.

- Your relationship ended up being the couple goals for many in your school.

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can you talk about meeting freddy??? so cool that u did omg!!!

Haha of course! I'm still buzzing about it 🥰

Ok so, I'll go day by day. Below read more we go:

After the opening ceremony, there was a meet & greet for Gold ticket holders (including me). At Starfury, meet & greet means we're in these large rooms with round tables, and the guests/cast come to our tables one by one and talk with us for a few minutes.

Well, after the first guest left our table (Amita, who was an angel btw 😭❤️), I changed seats at our table to sit with my friends.

Well then Freddy comes and sits right next to me. And I'm like 😳

Well, he asked how are we. I looked at my feet and noticed I left my bag next to my old chair, so I said I'm gonna get it and Freddy apologised for it for some reason?? I just said "no no it's fine".

I listened to the conversation with my other ear while fetching my bag so I could dive right back into the conversation, but I thought I heard one of my friends saying their name.

So, because Amita began with asking our names, I assumed Freddy does too.

So when I sit back down, I smile at Freddy and say "Jenni".

He leans closer and says "sorry?"

And I thought he doesn't hear me so I lean closer too and SHOUT "MY NAME IS JENNI!!!!!!!!"

He looks at me confused and I'm just thinking "why is he confused, he asked our names?? Oh his eyes are so blue..."

Then he repeated my name after me, he got it right the second time and I'm like "oh you pronounced it pretty good!" (No one who's not Finnish ever gets it, so it was really weird to hear Freddy saying it correctly 😂)

And then

He turns to others and asks for their names.......

So I had just screamed my name at his face unprompted and without anyone asking 😊

I was silent after that and don't remember what he talked about for the rest of the time of him sitting there 😭

Saturday. The day began with Photo OPs and I was nervous af. Which resulted into me looking like a potato in all my pictures and I forgot to smile with my teeth 😭 But the hug was good. He first wrapped only one arm around me and I hugged him from the side but then turned to me fully and wrapped the other arm around me too. I look so dazed in that pic 😂 + He touched my hair.

At the autograph table, I told him about my gift which contained a letter and two Finnish chocolate bars (Fazer) because the other is for Caroline. He told me I'm sweet for thinking about her too 😭

And the last thing happened on Sunday, at the second round of autographs. We got a group photo of them for free and we could get them to sign it again. So this time, I wanted to clarify that the letter may read as trauma-dumpy but I'm not trying to make him feel sad, and told him to just read it. He promised to read it, and I proceeded telling him as a short version of what the letter contains. (Him inspiring me back into photography and it helping me cope when my dad died the following summer)

He said "oh, I'm so sorry" and then asked to see my photos 😭 (I had my camera hanging around my neck) So there we were with out heads nearly pressed together looking through my pics for about 10 seconds 😭❤️ The autograph did a flap flap flap noise in my hand while we did it, and my hand shook for a few minutes after I walked away.

That's it. But I'll meet him one more time, he'll probably bring me his therapy bill for shouting at him so kinda obliged to 🤷🏻‍♀️

(And at the closing ceremony, I got the best seat to take photos and people think I was one of the hired professional photographers there because of those + Sunday panels photos 😂 My photos are constantly shared around the internet now. Which is cool, but the less cool thing is that they go around without credits because people think I was hired there = I don't need credits)

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swanimagines · 28 days

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About BatBP schedules for those interested (and an explanation why I've been so absent/slow to publish new stuff):

I've tried to decide what is the best option for a while now. I want BatBP/Bastard and the Blood Princess readers to know when will the next chapter be published as it has gotten an influx of readers and it no longer is a "whatever, no one cares" situation, so I've decided to publish three requests before each BatBP chapter. I've posted only BatBP since last August, minus the Gideon piece in January and Peeta yesterday, so I think it's time to start doing my requests again properly. This means I have 2 oneshots to post before the next BatBP chapter, as The Favourite (Gideon) was posted about two weeks before Chapter 8 of BatBP (can't check because AO3 is under maintentance).

Also a reminder that from that pile of fics I posted here a month ago were posted on AO3 last year, so they weren't "new" and I don't write new stuff fast enough to be able to post daily, or usually even weekly. I recently came back to cross-post here, which is why I posted all that.

This became long, so more below:

Also I know a lot of you are waiting for my new SaB pieces/oneshots, I've been staying away from those because of BatBP but now I may be doing them too again as I'm intending to do my requests semi-regularly as well. Though I will be filling my requests for my other fandoms too, and I don't plan on doing what I did last year, 80% of my published content being either for SaB or one of Freddy's characters (not Kaz).

I have a few reasons for why I've been slow, one reason being that a thing our family has been afraid of for years is now finally happening. Another reason being that I've moved away from where I lived in previously, and a lot of overwhelming stuff has been on the table since this year began because of it as I'm expected to do and be more than I was, despite being incredibly stressed and overwhelmed all the time. And this takes away from my energy to write anything. Requests, BatBP, stuff I write for myself only, I haven't written anything for months, only proofread and edited stuff that was already written and waiting to be published, and there's a bunch of that waiting for me to proofread/edit to be published next.

I don't want to vent about my personal life in detail anymore here, but I hope you will understand that my life is very stressful right now and I'm trying my best to go through your requests, but I'm not a Superwoman and I've learned to set myself a limit so I won't burn out again. And yes, I know there are a lot of writers who publish long pieces daily, every other day, several times a week, and some of you throw me with usernames and compare me to them, and then get back to me with a frustrated message when I don't answer because I don't want to pull them into any drama. Especially when some of them are my ex-friends from when I still was one of the "main" group.

Also I do have one half-excuse why I haven't been writing much after coming back from the con. I feel slightly weird of writing for Freddy's characters/proofreading my finished pieces for them rn because I got to talk to him and hug him a month ago, and I'm still recovering from that shock 😅 Which is also one of the reasons I haven't written anything new for them. But I'm training myself back into it, because I do feel incredibly motivated and inspired to write 100001 pieces for them at one sitting.

But yeah! This was the thing I wanted to talk about, thank you for reading this far. I possibly have a new piece coming tomorrow or over the weekend, I just need to sort my ready to publish requests out and decide which one I'll publish next 👍🏻 (Gotta go to shower and sleep in an hour so can't choose now)

#kaz brekker x reader #the bastard and the blood princess #jentalks

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swanimagines · 28 days

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Hi! Can I get E12 + Peeta Mellark! Thank you!

Prompt: E12. Sitting by the fire

When you first met Peeta, you had never paid a thought on developing a crush on him when you'd grown up. You were actually annoyed by him trying to be your friend - you had always been alone, you had survived alone. You didn't need someone coddling you like a child. Even when you were children at the time.

Him not caring about you trying to push you away eventually developed into a tentative friendship. You still had your walls up, but Peeta just... knew what to say, how to chip your walls away. He even got you to open up a few times. You told him about always being an outcast in your District - District 9. People there seemed to think there was some kind of curse upon you, as everyone around you was always sent to be hunted at the Hunger Games, and they never won. Even those who said they didn’t believe in it, had started to avoid you.

And in a way, you were scared about it too. Letting anyone close would sentence them to death, so you started to avoid any friendships, any kind of relationships. Eventually, you fled your District, smuggled yourself to the farthest District you could get to. You built yourself a little hut in the woods and did as much by yourself as possible.

You knew that getting caught would end up in great trouble, but at least that trouble would only be bestowed upon you. Hardly no one knew who you were, where you came from and why you are rarely seen and don’t talk to anyone.

You were barely a teenager when you arrived in District 12. In the middle of the night, you found yourself a place to be, and only a month later, you first met Peeta, who had become curious of the mysterious person who lives by themselves in the woods. Compared to how your relationship left off, you shouting at him to get out of your property and then giving him silent treatment when he kept coming back, it was a surprise you had grown close over these three years.

Still, every year you dreaded the Games coming again. Year by year, the feeling grew - this time Peeta would get chosen. This time he would die. This time the curse would hit him too.

And every year, Peeta came over the previous night and stayed with you, reassuring you that he wouldn’t leave you. He reminded you about how narrow the chance is, he held your hand, making your heart race, making all the flashbacks take a step back.

The flames danced in your eyes as Peeta held your hand. He ran his thumb over your knuckles, staring into the fire with you, and you swallowed.

“What if… what if it happens this time?” you mumbled. “You have more and more entries every year, and you’re already sixteen. The chance grows each time, and–”

“I know,” Peeta interrupted you. “I just try to not think about it.”

You huffed. “I’ve only been at the Reaping two times. And both times, someone I knew was chosen and died. I was probably the only one there who wished it would be me. I would have thrown myself at someone purposefully, so I wouldn’t curse anyone ever again.”

You saw from the corner of your eye that Peeta had turned his head towards you. Some years ago, back when you met, he might have told you you’re not a curse, just incredibly unlucky. And how everyone in your District surely knew you somehow, they would have accused you about anyone. But now, he just let go of your hand and pulled you into him, stroking your back as you leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

He still said it, but wordlessly. He knew you appreciated it more than him saying it. Words had little weight compared to actions with you. Yet another thing Peeta knew to do just right, which anyone else didn’t know how to do. You almost felt like he was meant to be there, you were meant to meet him. As if he was your soulmate, like in some silly romance book you once read when Peeta gave you that as a gift.

You wished you had enough courage to kiss him, you wished you would just sit up and lean in. Take the leap, take the risk. But you were still afraid, after all this time - if Peeta was chosen, his likely rejection would feel even more crushing. And if he returned your feelings and was chosen - your heart would break once he was killed. And in any case, you believed it was Katniss he wanted. Not you. Who would want you anyway?

Lying here against him was a momentary comfort for what tomorrow would bring. You wouldn’t be able to attend - officials would return you to District 9 right after they discovered you don’t belong in District 12. You always hid away on that day. District 9 had likely announced you dead by now, not seen for years.

“You come right back to me when the Reaping is over,” you muttered, feeling his hand rubbing your arm. “I want to know immediately when you get out. The feeling is worse this year.”

“You say that every year.”

“But this year it’s actually worse, a lot worse.”

He didn’t reply, just sighed, knowing there was no use in arguing. You were quiet for a moment again, before Peeta shifted slightly.

“It’s late. Do you want me to stay over?”

You slowly sat up, meeting his eyes briefly. “I may not be able to sleep.”

He stood up and held his hand out to you. “Then you’ll listen to me snoring. Maybe that will comfort you.”

You bit back a smile at that, taking his hand and letting him pull you up. You stood there for a moment, and you swore you saw him glancing at your lips. And at that moment, a voice started chanting in your head.

Kiss him.

But you pulled away, clearing your throat. Peeta frowned at you, and you took in a shaky breath. “Are you sure you want to come over?”

He stared at you for a moment and nodded, and you kicked dirt on the fireplace to extinguish the flames. You then turned towards your hut, but were stopped by Peeta grasping your hand. “Wait.”

You turned back to face him, cocking your head. He smiled, a kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and your heart started to race.

“What is it?” you whispered, somehow knowing where this was going, but you didn’t dare hope.

“I said I don’t believe I’ll be chosen, but… if I still–”

You shook your head. “Don’t say that, it’s enough that I’m–”

He interrupted you, “I want to look at you one last time. I want to remember your face if I end up dying on that battlefield.”

Your lips parted slightly, and you blinked at him. “Peeta, what are you–”

“Shh.”

And then, his lips were on yours, and the world seemed warmer once more.

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swanimagines · 1 month

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Thank youuu!! ❤️ Glad this old thing entertains someone!

More than enough

Request: What about Peter getting protective and comforting his wife when she’s upset because someone said something mean and disrespectful to her? :) @for-doritos-and-aslan

Fandom: Narnia, Peter Pevensie x fem!reader

Warnings: Slight angst

A/N: This takes place in Narnia! And the reader has had some earlier problems at relationships, hopefully you don’t mind. It just seemed fitting the picture.

Word count: 617

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swanimagines · 1 month

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Ohhh hiii I've missed you ❤️❤️

Thank you, glad you liked it 💕

HC: KAZ IS A PROTECTIVE UNOFFICIAL BIG BROTHER FOR A TRAUMATISED READER

- Kaz was 18 years old when he first saw you - a shivering child, barely even a teenager, bruises covering your body and just underwear on.

- He knew from the first glance that you were from one of the pleasure houses, judging by how you peered towards the street full of them.

- Kaz didn’t really know what came over him - maybe you reminded him of himself as a child to some extent. A broken child with nowhere to go.

- Or maybe Inej was whispering into his ear across the seas, urging him to save you.

- So with a sigh, Kaz limped towards you, and you backed up into the corner the moment you saw him - Dirtyhands approaching you was probably even more scary than your master finding you - or at least on par with it.

- You had probably been taught he rips hearts out and eats them while they are still beating, like one of the newest rumours said.

- But instead, after Kaz had glanced around, he shed off his coat and held it out for you.

- You stared at him with wide eyes, then at the coat, then again at him.

- So Kaz sighed again, took a careful step towards you and laid the coat around you.

- You let out a breath, furrowing your brows as you looked up at him, carefully pulling the coat tighter around you. You clearly had not expected the turn of events.

- Kaz then nodded towards the Slat before turning away, and you silently followed him - some semblance of trust had been established.

- He was probably the first person to show even some kind of kindness to you in a long time, even if he was the most feared crime boss around, and you knew you had two options - returning to the pleasure house or following Dirtyhands. And only the first option had a certain severe beating, even death, so you chose the latter.

- When you arrived at the Slat, people fell silent. You were dirty and terrified, with Kaz’s coat wrapped around you.

“Jesper,” Kaz had called, and a Zemeni man with two guns on his waist strode towards you.

- You immediately staggered back, hiding behind Kaz - men with guns often meant you’d be threatened next, and then you’d be forced into something horrible.

- The man frowned at your reaction, and talked with Kaz for a moment. You barely heard what they were saying, your eyes too fixated on the guns.

- A boy with messy hair came to you next - his eyes kind, and you found yourself relaxing a little. He extended a hand towards you, and you looked at Kaz, who nodded and you took the boy’s hand, letting him lead you to a bathroom. And you were able to have a bath all by yourself - relax there, taking your sweet time. Your master wasn’t brushing you with a sponge until your skin was red and irritated, you could lay in the warm water, wash away the grime, wash your hair and just… feel you were safe.

- At least for now. You knew from experience you couldn’t trust anyone before they had truly shown you they were to be trusted.

- Even when the Bastard of the Barrel, somehow, made you trust him almost instantly.

- There just was something strange about him - something familiar. You had a feeling he had understood you somehow.

- When you rose from the bath, wrapping a towel around you and changing into way too big clothes - you made your way out from the bathroom and made your way back downstairs.

- Your eyelids had started to feel heavy from relaxing for so long in the bath and when Kaz noticed it, he gestured you to come with him, and you made your way to the attic.

- There, he made you a bed on his sofa.

“You can sleep here,” he had said, and you swallowed before slowly lying down and pulling the blanket over you.

- You didn’t know if you had ever slept somewhere so comfortable as his sofa was - your “bed” at the pleasure house had been a plank you regularly got splinters from. So it didn't take long for you to fall asleep.

- You had woken up to Kaz coming to sleep as well, but were quickly falling back asleep again after you realised he’s not going to assault you.

- In the coming weeks, Kaz grows to be fiercely protective of you.

- One time, you actually saw one of the men who had spent a night with you as you were at the Club - and Kaz immediately told his goons to throw the guy out.

- He hadn’t even done anything while there, but Kaz wanted to protect you.

- Of course, he didn’t tell anyone the reason why he threw that guy out…

- You both suffer from nightmares, Kaz pushes his own nightmares aside to do his best to comfort you with your own nightmares.

"They fade over time," he had told you one night, as you had woken up screaming and had been rocking yourself back and forth, hugging your knees. Kaz had come running to see what's the matter, and seeing your tear-stained cheeks told him everything he needed to know.

You had looked up to him, huffing. "How are you supposed to know that?"

Kaz didn't reply right away, just held his cane, running his thumb over the crow head as he looked at the floor.

"They do," he then repeated, standing up from beside you and leaving the room. You had sat there for a moment longer, before you had laid down again, attempting to continue sleeping.

- Overtime, Kaz realised he cared for you - he felt like he was your big brother.

- After Inej came back from her sea adventures, she quickly became something between a mother and an aunt to you.

- She grew to love you just as much as her boyfriend did, even when Kaz didn’t show it as much as Inej.

- Inej could offer you peer support, when Kaz protected you from harm.

- And of course, Jesper and Wylan grew close to you too.

- Sometimes, you fell asleep against Kaz’s shoulder, and he let you - you had grown close to him, and he was recovering from his own traumas, touch wasn’t that big of an issue anymore.

- Having you leaning against his shoulder, touching him through his shirt, your hair slightly touching his neck - it didn’t feel that bad.

- He barely felt water hovering over his toes. Actually he wasn’t even sure if it was water or if it was a draft blowing through the floor.

- He could touch Inej skin to skin too, so you being his unofficial little sibling could rest against him if that were to happen.

- When you were outside, he made sure you wouldn’t drift too far from them, the Barrel was full of dangers. Especially if someone from your old pleasure house would see you.

- Fortunately most knew you were under his protection.

- And as you became older, you were healing a lot faster than Kaz was - and even though he knew he wasn’t actually your brother, he sure felt like one - a proud brother.

- Kaz didn’t believe in Saints, but he still felt like something had brought him up to you, at the right time - something had just clicked.

- And now his family had one more member.

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swanimagines · 1 month

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Hi hun! I haven't been on tumblr in forever! I miss you so much and I hope you are doing well <3

OMG HIIIII 💕

Well, I have some unexpected stuff in my life going on currently which is why I still haven't written anything new after coming back in here (or returning to crosspost here). May try to write something soon to cope though.

But overall I'm fine enough. I met some new friends + some pretty awesome people two weeks ago, I don't know if you've checked my IG lately buuuuut 😏 Heh. (And next year I'll do it all over again, that time first live meeting with a long time friend I first met here in Tumblr, she was also a reader insert writer at that time, and getting to hang out with her + those new friends for the weekend!!! 😍)

Come over for a chat when you can!

#asks #voidranboo

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swanimagines · 1 month

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Heyyy!! I was the anon who requested a Warren peace x reader fic? I was just wondering if it went through. I hope it’s okay to ask, I never want anyone to feel like I’m rushing or forcing them to write something they don’t want to!

All my love💕

Hey 😊 Yeah it did come through, but there's a thing I've been meaning to ask and would need a fixed request. (But I forgot to reply yesterday because I've been tired and didn't have brains for it) Also something about an important detail you want to be included (reader coming from our world thing).

How is Warren part of the story? You just gave me a lot of details about Will and Will's relationship with reader, but nothing about Warren. I mean, I know you want reader and Warren to date/have crushes on each other, but I don't know how to implement that to the story currently because you gave me nothing about it. Please add some details about it!

And a word of warning that I absolutely SUCK at writing "reader comes from our world" stuff, the scenes where reader comes through a portal and then being like "where am I, what is this world, have you kidnapped me"/"OMG I love this movie, I can't believe I'm actually here!" are super cringe when I write them. 😅 I mean, I have DOZENS of such stories written from when I was a teenager and I loved writing them back then, but I haven't and won't ever show them to anyone apart from some friends because I would bury myself under a 100 blankets if someone else but a good friend who has known me for 10+ years would read them because they've been written for relaxation = I didn't really think about the quality or the cringeness of it, and I know I wouldn't be able to write such scenarios otherwise than that.

(And a clarification just in case, I don't think that trope itself is cringe! It's just cringe when I do it. I've read some awesome fics before where either reader is sucked into their world or characters are sucked into our world, but I don't know how to write it like they do)

I'd suggest you tweak your request and take that out, reader being Will's cousin for real and getting shadow manipulation all of a sudden for example, she's insecure about it and Will helping her adjust to Sky High, and then some romance with Warren happens (describe what kind of romance happens), but yeah I don't think I'd be skillful enough to write reader being from our world unfortunately... sorry.

Also, I know this may not be the reason you sent this ask, but just in case it is: your request isn't the next in line. Sometimes when I've gotten asks like these, they sent it because they think their request is the only one in my inbox and will be coming next, and that's why I'm not updating my blog with new fics because I'm writing their request. I've been quiet with updating for personal reasons (unexpected stuff is happening and I'm slow with writing my requests because of that), but there are lots of fics in line to be published next and your request will take a while to come out in case you send it again with that detail I asked you to fix.

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(Old) request:

#asks #anon #requests #warren peace x reader

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