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wordstome · 5 months

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Single Dad!König (Dream Daddy au)

(+ a bit of Ghost under the cut)

Thank you to everyone who indulged (said exactly what I asked them to say 😅) me.

Here’s the paragraph I wrote:

I imagine his heart sinking when Ava comes home sad and quiet, unwilling to look her dad in the eye. He recognizes what that means: that used to be him as a kid. His worst fears are confirmed when Ava admits she's being harassed by a boy at school, replaced by anger when Ava says her teachers simply shrugged and told her that boys will be boys, and has she considered that maybe he just has a crush on her? Needless to say, by the time König's walking out of that school, nobody will ever be hurting his little girl ever again. Honestly, one glimpse of Ava's dad by her classmates will keep her free from bullying for the rest of her life.

Now here’s a bit more about single dad König, namely, how he came to be a dad…and single :( Angst and death tw ahead (nothing graphic)

With Ghost, I said he would only have had Caden due to an accident, because of Simon’s previous trauma involving his family. He was firmly in the mindset that he would die in the field, he’s just not built for civilian life anymore, he's a danger to everyone who loves him. However, when Caden shows up at his doorstep, all he can think about is Tommy and his nephew Joseph when he looks at the boy. He probably does his best to get Caden sent to a different family member, but let’s suspend our disbelief that any responsible social worker would leave a kid with Simon “Ghost” Riley for a moment and say that the social worker is like “It’s you or the foster care system.” Realistically, Simon would probably be like “foster care is safer than living with me” but for the purposes of the AU, he took the kid in.

With König, he doesn’t have the same trauma/hangups regarding kids and family. He’s in the same boat as Simon: he’s a human weapon, and can’t function properly in civilian life. For König, his work is an outlet and keeps him stable. I’m gonna have to sit down and make a proper post about my König’s character (Alexander), but for my König, violence is a method of regulating his emotions and a way to manage his anxiety. Having power and being hyper competent in the field is key to his mental stability. However, I think he would be able to settle down, it would just take a very patient, special woman. (For the purposes of the AU his first partner is AFAB she/her.) Here’s where I start breaking hearts… 🤭

In Dream Daddy au, König considers his first wife the love of his life. She deeply understood him as a person and wasn’t afraid of him, even when he was socially awkward and intimidating. They were honestly kindred spirits: both of them had their neuroses and flaws, but instead of trying to fix each other or mold the other into some ideal partner, they accepted each other and thus were able to grow together. (And tbh they were already a match made in heaven anyway.) König’s wife never asked him to quit, and was completely ready to raise a child with him frequently being gone. She was a badass woman, and she really, really wanted to start a family with him, so they had Ava.

For three years, König was probably the happiest he’s been in a long time, and if you asked him he’d probably say it was the happiest time in his life. He was moving up the ranks at work, his mental health was in check, and he had a wife and adorable little daughter to go home to every leave. He started planning to transfer to a safer/more stable position, because as much as the military has done for him, he’s ready to step up as a father and a husband. Then he gets a call that changes his life forever, and suddenly he doesn’t get a choice anymore.

(I'm eternally sorry to the little fictional people I made up in my head because I entertained the idea of putting the Brooklyn 99 "Guess who got murdered!" gif here...)

One thing y'all need to know about my man Alexander is that he is the embodiment of "I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul-crushing devotion." His problem is that he never had devotion before his wife: he craved it like a starving man, and it engulfed him like water flowing into a basin when he got it. He had it for a handful of years (I'm thinking 6 but that's a flexible number), and now it's gone again. You know in movies when something horrible happens and they cut all the noise and there's just a high pitched ringing sound? That's König getting that phone call.

God. All I can imagine is König dropping everything and taking the next flight home. He’s in a daze, in a way that he’s never quite been before. His mind is finally quiet, but the emptiness is not peaceful. Then he finally sees his little girl, she runs into his arms, and the dam bursts. He just holds her and cries. He’s numb, a dead man walking throughout all the business that needs to be taken care of after his wife’s death. The only thing that brings him back to the land of the living is Ava. She’s so small, so sweet, and she doesn’t really understand what death means: all she knows is that her mama’s gone somewhere, and her dad is so, so sad all the time. She’s all that keeps him going, and the only reason he keeps himself alive.

By the time you come into his life, it’s been several years, but Ava is still a little girl. She doesn’t remember her mother at all except what König tells and shows her, because he’s determined to keep her memory alive. König’s been slowly rebuilding who he is as a person from whatever scraps are left. There’s a gaping hole inside him, and he’s reconstructed himself around the hole. In some ways he’s a totally new man, in other ways, he’s gone back to who he was before his wife came along. He’s bitter and angry at the way his life has treated him just as he was as a young man, but now he’s swallowed up by guilt and self loathing. He's gotten better at coping and functioning as the years have passed and life has continued on, but his grief has never really gone away.

(alexa, play "right where you left me" by taylor swift)

#HERE BUCCA GOES WRITING ESSAYS ABOUT A FICTIONAL MAN AGAIN #i spared you guys the 2 extra paragraphs about König’s changed perspective on death and mortality #könig #konig #könig cod #konig cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #dream daddy au

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miru667 · 4 months

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Hiii Miru!!! ♥︎

How is your day going?

Sorry if I’m bothering you, but I just wanted to ask you something that was in my mind for a while, what’s your opinion about the today’s Once-ler Fandom?

I mean, the new oncelings (like me) and all the new stuff that is here, you probably think that all of this is so different in comparison with how the fandom was back in 2012!

And also… do you miss something from the fandom? :p

Something that you don’t see here anymore or not as much as it used to be?

Hiii suemooon! Today was yet another tiring work day =w= but my coworker gave me hot chocolate mix and marshmallows today as a christmas present so that was nice! I hope you're doing well too.

To compare today's onceler fandom vs 2012's onceler fandom...man I could talk forever about this haha! This is all just from my own point of view of course but I would say, yes a lot of things are different, but a lot of things are the same, too.

UHHMMM extremely long post so it's under a readmore LOL

For the differences, a lot of them are simply due to the way the internet has changed in 12 years. In 2012, most oncelings were in their early 20s, and if you were younger than 16 you were extremely rare and we would be like "WOAH?? THEY'RE 15?? I HAVE NEVER SEEN A 15 YEAR OLD ON SOCIAL MEDIA BEFORE". But today's oncelings are like, mostly teens now, I feel? I think it's because of tiktok, which didn't exist internationally until 2018, and also because of parents giving ipads to their kids at the age of 2. But yeah, to compare today to 2012 is like comparing gen z to millennials, the content and jokes were different and, due to 2012 being in the past, what was socially acceptable was different, too.

Another thing that's different is the way young people act towards characters nowadays, but let me specify some more. I really dislike the term "content" when referring to someone's personal creations because it just sounds so corporate. And I don't know how to feel when I see some new oncelings treat an old popular askblog character as if they're public property produced by some big company, instead of as an OC that someone worked really hard on. For example, Truffula Flu Camp Entre and Thneedville High AU are like "established media" to a lot of people out there now, as if they're well-known series recognizable to the masses (no, they're not). And as a result, I've seen people headcanon whatever they want on other people's OCs and ship them however they want without even knowing if the mods are okay with those ships anymore (it's better to be real careful, if you want my advice..). I've also seen new oncelings give other people's OCs to public merch-selling sites without the mods' permission, and I've even seen new oncelings try to take inactive askblog OCs as their own. Why? :( Just make your own OCs. You can do it! Hold my hand.

New oncelings don't understand what they're stepping into when they look at our old content from over a decade ago. Our personal feelings and our private friendships from those times, whether good or bad, are precious to us and I guess it's just a new phenomenon that we have to deal with now, so I don't have the answers for this yet. But I would encourage everyone to also look at new and current OCs in the fandom - which many people do, and I love to see that!! I also love seeing people making friends with each other and having fun with each other, that's what reminds me of the better days of 2012.

Another difference is the...landscape? We have tumblr DMs now and we have discord communities so a lot of things are hidden now from public view. RPs used to be public on tumblr but now we rp on discord and only people in the server can read them, and there are pros and cons to that. Also the fandom isn't dominated by only a handful of askblogs anymore. Things are WAY more balanced and evenly distributed now compared to 2012, where Swag Once-ler was the king of the fandom with 200 asks sent to him every hour and 4000 followers accumulated in just 5 months. (And I'm not dissing on Swag, I loved Swag too. I'm just stating my observations. In fact I miss him a lot ;-;)

As for what's the same...xD The excitement and passion that a lot of new oncelings have! I find that so cute. People being creative is the same, people gushing over the onceler and fandom ocs is the same, even if internet slang has changed. People being ambitious with projects is the same, even if those projects are never finished (but this is just general human nature). And PEOPLE BEING SWEET TO EACH OTHER is the same! I was nervous during 2020 since a lot of "ironic" fans joined that year but I'm happy to have seen some genuinely sweet people around in more recent years, just like there were in 2012. 😊

I also see a lot of the same movie analysis discussions each year, which makes sense since new people keep entering the fandom, haha! "The lorax movie could've been better", "the 1972 film is better", "I wish they kept biggering", "they should've expanded the factory scenes and taken out the car chase scene", "i hate the onceler's mom", "the movie's point gets muddled because too many people think his mom's to blame", "i can't believe zac efron and taylor swift didn't sing in the movie", and on and on, those never change, and I've seen these same discussions so often that I support the antithesis of each topic now, just to be a rebel. 😇 But usually I don't engage in those anymore, I just think "haha aww! they're having fun :]" and leave them be! But like, it truly reminds me of the earlier days. It's me who has changed, in this case.

And finally, "do you miss something from the fandom? Something that you don’t see here anymore or not as much as it used to be?" I mentioned Swag already, I also miss a lot of other askblogs that belonged to my friends, and most of all I miss a lot of my friends who've drifted away, and I hope they're all doing well. I had a lot of good times with friends over the years. Some of them were rp partners and I miss our rps and I miss their characters dearly, I can't think about it too hard or else I might cry. What else...I want to say that I miss the crazy nightblogging events we used to have but I don't know if I could keep up with those anymore if they happened again haha. Same with askblogs answering asks live, almost no one does that now because people want so much to make every ask pretty with a new pretty artwork. But like, even if that comes back, again I don't know if I could keep up. So I suppose everything had its place!

Things will continue to shift and change, and you never know what the future holds so it's best to just keep going. I'm still making new friends and new good memories in the fandom each year, and I'm grateful for that.

THANK YOU SO MUCH for this ask and thanks (and sorry) to anyone who read through all of this!!

#miruask #suemooon #i spent 7 hours typing this LOL #reference

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earth616variant · 1 year

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language! | s.r

summary | As someone who came in a much different era, you are still adjusting to the new practices. Including, hearing curse words everywhere in the compound.

pairing/s | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader

word count | 1388

genres | humor/crack, very small fluff, time travel au

note | another drabble for the send-off. i really enjoyed writing this. let me know your thoughts! reblogs and feedback are appreciated.

main masterlist | series masterlist

It was a late Thursday night. You were in the living room, reading a novel you bought with Steve and Wanda days ago. Peter was also in the room. He was sitting on the carpeted ground next to the center table in front of you, doing some kind of presentation for his class and you don’t really understand it. It has something to do with his accessible, small computer. A laptop! You remembered he called it that.

It was pretty peaceful and quiet. The only sound that can be heard is the kid’s fingers typing on the keyboard and the soft, cool blows of the air conditioner. You were finishing a chapter of this book when you heard a…

“Oh, fuck.”

Instantly, you turned your head up from the book. Peter paused too. You two turned your heads in the direction of where that curse came from. That’s when you see the culprit.

“Steve!”

The First Avenger, who’s holding a tray of drinks, looked up at you.His eyebrows furrowed together as he asked, “What?”

“Can you please watch your language? There is a kid in here.” you scolded him in a very serious and offended tone.

Both Steve and Peter moved their eyes around the room, looking for the kid you were pertaining to.

“What kid?” he replied, both curious and defensive.

You lift a finger, pointing to the other person in the room, “Peter’s here. Adults don’t curse around minors. Apologize to him.”

Hearing that, both Peter’s eyebrows raised.

“What? No– Dr. Y/N, it’s fine–”

“No, that was inappropriate.”

Considering your era, Steve definitely understands your slight disappointment with the language he just used. It was less socially acceptable in the 40s to swear. He remembered scolding Tony before because of the same thing when he was still adjusting to this century. So Steve sighed,

“I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s no problem, Cap.” Peter stutters, surprised that the older man really apologized.

You only nodded at that, “Anyways, I’m going to my room. Good night, boys.”

You were yawning as you walked away Steve stood there dumbfoundedly with the tray of drinks. Peter just watched him, waiting for him to do something. The drinks were hot chocolate that he was supposed to offer to you and the younger hero. But since you left already, Steve looked back at Peter.

“Hot choco?”

“Strawberries?”

“No, thanks.”

That morning, you seemed a bit distant to Steve and everyone can notice it. No one knows why but Peter has an idea although he thought it was not a big deal. You also thought that maybe it’s not a big deal. But you had a hard time sleeping last night, thinking about everything that changed at this time. Swearing and a lot more things seem normal here. You wondered if you can adapt to it as you felt like an alien wandering in this new world you’re in. Admittedly, you thought that maybe you overreacted with Steve’s language. You felt guilty as you were the one who was new here, yet you still apply whatever customs you have from the 40s to him. You don’t know if you should apologize or what.

Steve quietly placed a cup of coffee next to your bowl. But you were too occupied in your head, you didn’t notice it. You stood to get yourself a glass of orange juice and Steve never looked so dejected. The other people watched silently until Tony snapped his fingers, making everyone look at him.

“Okay, what is going on?”

He was moving his eyes from you to Steve when he asked that. Your eyebrow raised while Steve stayed quiet.

The younger Stark continued, “Y/N is clearly ignoring you and you are obviously trying to be extra nice to her this morning. What happened?”

“I’m not ignoring him!” you unintentionally exclaimed.

Natasha smirked. Sam snickers with Peter while you hear Bucky chuckle lowly, shaking his head. You turned your head to Steve, “Am I?”

You were really unaware. That’s when you see his expression that says a lot: dispirited and unsure. Suddenly, another voice spoke.

“Cap cursed last night.”

Everyone turned their heads to Peter who was munching on the cookies you made the other night. It was stocked in the refrigerator.

“What?” Bruce asked since he thought he heard something else. Just like everyone in the room.

But Steve already justified himself, “It was accidental. I stubbed my toe on the corner of the counter while I was trying to do something nice.”

“What did he say? What did he say?” Tony grinned like a kid. He loved to have something new to tease Steve with.

“Peter, no,” Steve told him sternly. You were still standing with your orange juice, crossing your arm. At this point, you don’t care if he would say it since it seems normal here.

“Peter, yes.”

It was Sam who added more fuel to the fire, earning a glare from Steve. The youngest stood there in the spotlight as everyone waited for him to answer. He finished putting the Tupperware of cookies in his backpack before replying,

“He dropped the f-bomb.”

A series of laughs and amused oh’s followed. You just stood there, confused, while Steve looked down at his oatmeal.

“I’m going to school. Bye, everyone. Thanks for the cookies, doc!” Peter walked out, waving his hand.

Breakfast went on with Tony picking on Steve. You later learned from Natasha that their leader used to have a habit of telling everyone language if they say a swear word. Somehow, the weight on your shoulder lightened when you heard that story.

“So, does that means you hate dirty talks?” Tony brought up with his pancakes almost done. Pepper failed to shush him as she didn’t expect to hear that.

You tilted your head quizically, “Dirty… talks? What is that?”

Dirty talks? What does it mean? Is it a form of teasing? Bullying?

Steve stood up from his seat, putting his bowl on the sink. “You know what? It’s early in the morning. Let’s not talk about that.”

You followed behind him, placing yours too. “What? Why? What does it mean, Steve?”

His jaw clenched and you can see his cheeks slowly showing a tint of pink. He meets your eyes for a quick second before looking away. Everyone in the room is silent too. Don’t they know what it means? You wondered.

“Yeah, Cap. Tell Dr. Y/N about it.” Tony spoke with what seemed like a mocking tone.

“Shut up, Stark.”

Steve held your hand and dragged you away from the kitchen while you remained baffled.

Just days later, you were baking another batch of cookies with Peter waiting on the kitchen counter as your personal food taster. The other are out for their own mission, including Steve, while a few were taking a rest in their respective rooms. The Spider-kid, you heard it is what Sam calls him, was grinning and clapping on his seat like a seal as you two heard the sound of the oven.

You were too excited that you only reached for one oven mitten, thinking you can get the hot baking tray with a single hand. But just when one of the cookies looks like it’s going to slide out of the tray, you instinctively pushed it back with your bare finger. Immediately feeling the burn on your skin, you dropped the tray— thankfully on the kitchen island.

“Fuckshit!” you exclaimed before you put that finger in your lips as if that would help.

You were still recovering from the shock and hurt when you notices Peter’s surprised stare and blushed cheeks. As you realized what just happened, you slowly put down your fingers. The boy can see your jaw gaping as your eyes widened before hiding your face in your hands. He was having a blast, holding his stomach as he laughed.

“You–”

Before he can finish any sentence he was going to say, you shushed him off.

“You heard nothing, kid!” you spoke as you point your index finger at him. You cannot stop yourself from smiling as you tell him that. “I’ll continue feeding you my baked goods if you say heard nothing.”

Peter grinned, stifling a laugh, “I… heard nothing, Doctor Y/N.”

That’s how an accomplice was born.

THE SEND-OFF TAGLIST

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PERMANENT TAGLIST

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abeinginsand · 4 months

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You're adorable like this (Glennry)

For wip wednesday! Title: You're adorable like this

Relationships: Glennry, Background Hencedes Other info: AU where Glenn had the prison arc, but never died, the doodler wasn't released, and both Glenn and Nicky are still human.

“You're adorable like this." Those are the first words Glenn hears after waking up. He blinks groggily and blows a silver strand of hair out of his face. It joins the rest of his hair splayed against the colorful pillows and sheets. “Ah geez, sorry, Glenn. Didn’t mean to wake you.” The blonde haired man above him smiles, chuckling in a way that rumbles through his body. The sound makes it clear this guy’s not that sorry at all. The tension in his shoulders lessens as he recognizes the voice and feels the warm, sweaty, weight leaning on his chest. It’s Henry. Of course, it’s Henry. Why wouldn’t it be?

‘Cause Glenn’s been spending the week at the Oak-Garcia’s keeping his pal company with Mercedes’ thrilled permission while she’s at some conference out of town. The arrangement isn’t the part the ex-rockstar’s still stalling over. It’s all the other kinks he hasn’t managed to shake off from the past. Always takes him a minute to an hour everyday to fully believe he’s not in that cell and in chains again. Doesn’t help that the aches from back then, especially in that arm, never left either.

“You’re making a face. Need some space? I can get started on breakfast–” “Nah, stay.” “Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” “Yeah, m’ good.” The words get Henry to stop his half-way move to get off the bed and he opts to flop down to the dark-haired man’s side with a hand resting on his chest instead. The feeling of Henry’s fingers swirling circles over his scars tickles too much not to get a laugh out of him. He has his gaze on the ceiling but moves a hand to rest over Henry’s. He pretends it’s to get him to stop with the tickling instead of wanting something more to remind him how real this cozy moment is. “You're adorable like this, all sleepy and soft…” “You said that earlier. How come I’m not cool or handsome?” “Those words aren’t mutually exclusive, Glenn. You’re all of them to me.” Henry squeezes his hand once and,with a glance, he can see the geologist is ready to launch into a passionate lecture about toxic masculinity. But he seems to lose steam when the DJ squeezes his hand back and smirks. “Heh, yeah, I’m an all in one package, baby. Don’t forget it.” The other man makes a face at that familiar cocky tone, frowning some, and shaking his head. “I should watch my words. Looks like it's already going to your head!”

“My head, huh?”

“Don’t make me throw a pillow. You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Ugh, you’re a menace.”

Glenn shifts under the thin blanket to turn to face Henry. He admires the stray wrinkles around the druid’s forest green eyes as he so clearly pouts back at the cause.

“You love me, anyway~”

There’s the feeling of hot breath on the bard’s skin as Henry leans more into his side with a grumble and gives him a kiss on the cheek. The other man whispers a soft:

“Yes, I do, mi amor.”

The long-haired man’s heart squeezes at that response. He knew that both Henry and Mercedes had talked at length with each other and with him about all this stuff. Yet being called one of the same pet names as Henry’s life-long partner, his wife, felt–

His train of thought is interrupted by the sound of several things clattering and crashing to the ground. Seems like the kids were awake, them or the various animals anyways. Or the horrible possibility of both at once.

This week of such noisy living was leading to plenty of revelations. One of the easier ones to accept being that maybe his parents had a point when they only let him have a goldfish as a kid.

#glennry #glenn close dndads #dndads glenn close #henry oak garcia #henry oak #dndads #dndads fic #dndads fanfic #fanfic #fic #abeinginsand writing tag #wip wednesday #suggestive #slightly? vaguely implied and one suggestive joke

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obsessedtomone · 3 months

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 7 - Anomalies▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ Deciding against going in and torturing yourself for once, you turn on your heel to go home. You’ve been drained enough as it is, you don’t also wanna deal with the final fucking boss.

Then you suddenly bump into someone.

The smell of his distinct intoxicating—and probably unnecessarily expensive—cologne hits you first. ◢

Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight Updates every Monday!

Chapter 7 - Anomalies

You sigh.

Two whole days have passed since your phone call with Shigaraki. Both of them were a total fucking blur. You ended up spending most of your time at Taylor’s place, drinking yourself to sleep and watching shitty chick flicks, where you could almost distract yourself from reality.

Almost.

That was, until you finally got a call from the university.

Tapping your foot anxiously, you’re standing in front of the dean’s office. They called you in, because the circus finally reached the faculty’s door. You really didn’t want to be in school right now.

It was really difficult to dress more inconspicuously than you usually did, when you already looked like a nobody most of the time. A nobody that everyone fucking recognizes now.

Opening the door to his office, the dean gestures for you to enter. As soon as you’re seated, he initiates the conversation.

“You see, I’m certainly aware that it’s no longer as acceptable to bring this up these days…but back in my time, you’d just get expelled for doing the kind of stuff you kids get up to these days.” The older man leans in from his seat with a grimace. He fixes you a stern gaze and you shift uncomfortably in your chair. His disapproval being obvious, and his unnecessary judgment affecting you. You wanted to roll your eyes at him so badly, but you’re still somehow able to maintain a shred of composure.

What a tool.

“I’d like you to understand the gravity of your actions. You should know exactly why we called you in today. This is not just about having fun or blowing some steam off, no matter how stressful studying may be,” he gestured with his hands like a politician would. “With smartphones and social media nowadays, everything spreads like wildfire. Not only that but you’re also representing the entire school, not just yourself. You’re very aware of the position we offered you…” his hands clasp together, thoughtfully.

“Normally we’d just expel you and get over it, but I’d like to give you the chance to explain yourself before we do. I get that you’re young and want to have fun, but this is reaching beyond such silliness.”

A headache is beginning to form in the center of your brain, and you start feeling agitated, one of your eyes slightly twitching at intervals. You claw at the edges of the seat and your hand starts cramping up. It was becoming really hard for you to be able to sit still in and passively take it.

“And this will be my own personal opinion but,” Never in a million years, could you have guessed what the head of faculty was going to spit at you.

“–a lock that can be opened by many keys is, in truth, only a broken lock.”

If your eyes widened any more, they would’ve popped out of your head.

“Sorry?” you lean forward into your chair, giving him a chance to reconsider.

The dean clears his throat and adjusts his tie uncomfortably. As if he had any right to.

“You heard me, young woman. You shouldn’t sleep around with so many people. What would your future man think of you? Do young people these days have no shame anymore?”

Yeah, alright, this guy definitely jerked off to Shigaraki’s thread as well. You audibly gagged.

In a fit of rage, you got up, and slammed his desk. The dean flinched.

“Now listen here, young la–”

“No, you old creep, you damn well listen to me, before I report you to the education ministry for your inappropriate conduct, alright?” your voice had grown significantly louder, seething with anger.

He’s shut up.

“You want to get me expelled?” You circle around, hands around your back, calculating. “Not only one of your top students, but also the only poor fucking moron in this elitist ass university who’ll let you parade around as you please as your token little high achiever? Yeah?” you say, letting the calm fury take over for you.

Sure you’ve lashed out at teachers before, but this was the first time you ever confronted a person of higher position. Shigaraki was dead set on ruining your life, but you’ll be damned if you let another sleazebag talk down to you right now. Especially not this joke of a headmaster, who spends his nights browsing reddit only to slut shame students during the day.

You’re not sure if talking major shit to someone who could literally take away all your privileges will get you expelled, but thinking things through has never really been one of your strong points.

“I’m at your fucking beck and call whenever you need an idiot wearing your stupid little tight uniforms, to appeal to dumb investors and future student debtors with my pitiful life, am I not? ‘Look, kids! We are so generous to the lower class. Because of our great scholarship program, even degenerates with no future prospects will thrive and have the chance to become the best at our institution!’” you bark out a sardonic laugh and the headmaster frowns at your audacity.

“Tell me old man, if you expel me now, who is ready to take my place and willingly become your little puppet?”

“You’re out of line, Miss L/N, and I suggest—”

“I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen very closely to me. What you and the whole fucking university had the absolute pleasure of viewing, is nothing more than revenge porn. A very fucking serious crime.”

A flash of confusion crossed his face, making him pinch his eyebrows. For a second, you felt your gut filling with hope. Maybe he’ll understand after all.

“What? But—” he took a moment to think before opening his mouth again. “That doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you’re jeopardizing the institution and—”

“And, the videos and the contents were aaaall taken against my consent. I was young and intoxicated. Do I really have to spell it out for you?” you smile angrily. “It means that I did not consent to the footage being filmed, its publishing on the website, or the content in it. I’ll let you in on something, though. I’m sure you’ll love this.” you say, feeling the sweat building up under your armpits.

You hope it wouldn’t show.

I know exactly who the culprit is. And I’ll bet on my entire fucking scholarship that you know him too.” your admission brought a scowl on the principal’s face, but he still waited for you to go on with your little charade.

“So humor me. How famous of a character is Mr. Shigaraki fucking Tomura, among the members of the faculty board? He must have reached your dainty little ears by now with his beautiful criminal record, has he not?”

The dean's expression shifted from plain annoyance, to one of pure disbelief.

“Mr. S-Shigaraki?”

“That’s what I said. Due to a minor altercation between him, me and Mr. Reynolds, Shigaraki put me on his little hit list and decided I should never be able to show my face in public anymore.”

Suddenly, an incredible idea came to you.

“Say, if I get expelled now, and I tell him that I tattled to you, what’s the chance you keep your job, knowing what you know and his family being who it is?”

It was a really dirty move—one that you weren’t sure it’d work, but you’ll be damned if you cared anymore. None of these assholes cared for you anyway.

The dean finally stands up and turns to the window. He didn’t talk back or kick you out right away, which told you he was weighing his options on which terrible outcome to avoid.

“After all we’ve done for you—all of your opportunities to grow…” he sighs and you think you’ll finally throw up. “Acting entitled and jeopardizing my position for your own personal gain—you’re really not all that different from that—that sorry excuse of a man.”

“Guess I’ve learned from the best.” you smiled another strained smile, hiding your shaking hand behind your back. Is he seriously comparing you to Shigaraki?

Fucking seriously?

“Do you think we can take the posts down and erase any trace of the incident?” he asks, already suspecting what the answer would be.

“No, he’s not a fucking idiot. A sock puppet account will pop up somewhere else every time we’d do that. It’ll be like playing virtual fucking whack-a-mole. It’s what I’d do…If I were him.” you felt your gut twist.

“What about going to the police, then?”

You sigh frustratedly, unable to believe how stupid this fucking guy was. Who the fuck died and put him in charge?

“What about it? Hello? Do I have to remind you who we’re dealing with? I’m sure you’ve dealt with him more than I had to. And his…dad, or whatever.” you say, feeling irritated. Your eyes dart around the room and land on some random shiny trophy collection in his office. You wanted to go home so badly.

“Mr. Reynolds didn’t actually quit.” the dean revealed, unprompted. “It was Mr. Shigaraki who actually forced him to retire. Or rather his…paternal figure.” Your eyes widen briefly before going back to your bored expression.

Of course it was.

Why was he telling you though, when all it did was confirm that your childish threats could actually work. He couldn’t be this stupid. There must be another reason.

“Is that so? Color me fucking impressed.” you mock him. “You want me to care when you were so ready to kick me out 10 minutes ago, it’s kind of pathetic, really.”

Maybe Taylor and this administrative asshole are right. Maybe you and him weren’t so different after all.

The thought made you wanna gag again.

“Whatever, just suspend me for a week. I’ll pretend like you didn’t threaten to expel me and you get to keep sitting on your cozy ergonomic throne. Since all of this will be pointed at me, you can pretend you don’t know anything and keep your hands clean.If you fucking dare to take me off the scholarship program, I might have to write a fucking letter and hand deliver it to Shigaraki’s fucking doorstep. We go down together. Don’t forget that, sir.”

The dean turned back to you and gave you a pathetic look of resignation, but you didn’t linger.

You turn around and head outside of the office, feeling stressed beyond belief. You had no fucking idea how to deal with Shigaraki, but at least this one problem was dealt with. At least you didn’t lose everything yet. The thought of winning for once brought a stupid grin to your face. Finally you get some sort of justice.

There were, however, some questions plaguing the back of your head. You ran your palm over your face as you walked down the hallway.

Did Shigaraki really get so pissed at old man Reynolds that he made him quit over a warning? Sounds on-brand but it doesn’t quite add up. And does he also feel this good, when he plays dirty and wins against his opponents?

Of course he does.

He’s Shigaraki Tomura, after all. ───────── A lengthy sigh escaped your throat as you stared holes into the classroom door in front of you. On your way from the dean’s office, it finally hit you that you’d have to sit next to that psychopath once again. Your earlier bad bitch morale boost was quickly leaving your body.

Deciding against going in and torturing yourself for once, you turn on your heel to go home. You’ve been drained enough as it is, you don’t also wanna deal with the final fucking boss.

Then you suddenly bump into someone.

The smell of his distinct intoxicating—and probably unnecessarily expensive—cologne hits you first.

“Ah—aaAchOO!” you sneeze all over him, when the smell of chemicals immediately overwhelms your sensitive nose.

“EW, FUCK! Don’t fucking sneeze on me, idiot!” he barks, wiping himself off but not backing away. You just had to run into the last person you want to interact with today (or fucking ever).

“Shut the fuck up. You were in my way and you fucking reek. Not my problem.” you wipe your nose with the back of your sleeve. His red eyes glancing down at his shirt for a second before they turn to glare at you.

“Yeah, well at least half the college isn’t waiting to see my pussy getting pounded every week, bitch. Also class is that way.” Shigaraki sneers at you, pointing towards the door that you wanted to get away from.

You roll your eyes, feeling maybe a tinge of sadness at his remark.

Your eyebrows pinch downwards.

“And who’s fucking fault is that, huh?” you place your hands squarely against his chest, giving him a light push. Maybe it was the earlier win, your exhaustion, or the way he was taking your situation lightly, but you felt confident enough to provoke him again.

“Yours, obviously.” he chuckles and flashes you a playful smile, one you haven't seen since the first day you properly met him. “It’s ‘kay, at least you’ve got a pretty one. Maybe you should switch careers and become a pornstar instead. I’d watch.” he remarks with another wry smile, attempting to lighten the mood, his joke falling flat.

You frown at that and he sees hurt in your eyes, making him smile wider—a gesture that angers you and prompts you to shove at him. Hard.

“Whoa—” he’s taken aback by the sudden force, but surprisingly lets you push him without resisting.

“WhOa!!!” you mock his stupid fucking voice.

You keep shoving him down the hallway, as hard as you possibly can.

For all the stress, the hurt and the pain.

For exposing you to more than two thousand people online.

For putting you in danger by convincing people it was okay to harass you.

For looking at you with that sickening soft look in his eyes.

For feeling dizzy and foggy, because of all those anxiety meds you took, just so you could barely function today—any day.

Just so you wouldn’t be afraid.

Of him.

Of the world.

Tears welled up in your eyes—despite how much you tried to will them away. When you shove him one final time, he trips on his legs and grabs your arm in the process–dragging you to hell with him.

“Shit!” you stumble forwards, audibly bumping heads in the process.

You rub your forehead with your eyes closed, realization sinking in.

Oh fuck, was he gonna be mad and say you assaulted him or something? Charge you with some shit? You didn’t have money for a lawyer, especially not one matching his daddy’s big pockets and you also didn’t want to end up in jail or with another misdemeanor. When you do open your eyes, though, the sight that greeted you was far from what you expected.

As if reenacted from a shitty romcom flick, you ended up straddling Shigaraki’s lap.

Leaning back and supporting his upper weight on his elbows, his shirt was slightly raised, exposing his surprisingly toned and pale torso.

Your brows angled downwards.

You thought rich boys were supposed to be smooth and cared for—like expensive porcelain.

Not littered with endless scars and bruises.

Dark, fresh patches of purple, and long lines of white healed tissue, were covering almost every patch of skin your eyes landed on. How…did he end up looking like this?

Hearing him exhale softly, you look up and then at your hand—your brain finally processing that you reached out and brushed his skin. His body visibly shudders under you, making your eyes snap back to his flushed face, where the pair of familiar angry crimson eyes were boring into your own.

For a moment, he didn’t look invincible anymore.

Instead he looked…vulnerable.

You grimace, wanting to pull back, but he grabs you by your wrist before you can, pulling you closer to him, feeling his warmth radiate against you. His face was now right in front of your own and you cursed to yourself when you subconsciously glanced at his chapped, parted lips.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you whisper with no bite, voice coming off too soft. It was way less angry than you should’ve been with him.

“I don’t—I don’t know,” he replies honestly.

You search his face for any hint of insincerity, anything to make you snap out of it quickly, but you only find confusion.

By the time you regain some of your composure…you become painfully aware of your position. You were straddling him, sitting snugly against his lap, immediately feeling how hard—

“Don’t you dare fucking move.” he hisses at you, rosy blush covering his face down to his neck, when he too notices you figuring out the delicate position both of you found yourselves in.

He needed a moment to calm down, to compose himself, but you’re nothing if not a brat.

Fuck you and fuck your stupid orders, you think, experimentally rolling your hips against his in an attempt to further rile him up.

“Aaah, f-fuck—” Shigaraki lets out an unexpected whine, throwing his head back and already feeling overstimulated.

You feel electricity running through your body at the sound, making you buck your hips involuntarily while your hole clenched around nothing.

“S-Stop it, I’m serious.” he uselessly warns you again, voice raspy and dangerously low.

“Yeah? Gonna cum in your pants from a little friction?” you taunted him shamelessly. “Surely, our number one villain can handle a little more action. Don’t tell me you’re a pathetic quickshot that gets off on ugly bimbos dry humping him?” You roll your hips again, pressing harder this time.

Despite talking a big game, you can’t help but shiver every time your clit drags against the length of his cock, regardless of the layers of clothing that separated you.

“Fuck—I said stop it!” he snaps at you, eyes shut tight as he tries and fails to shove you off of him. He was breathing heavy and quick, the sight of his flustered face only spurring you on.

Grabbing his wrists and pressing his hands flat on the ground, you manage to pin him under you.

It makes you feel powerful like this, on top of the Shigaraki Tomura—the guy who desperately wants to completely and utterly destroy you.

“Did you fucking stop—nnh—when I t-told you to? When I begged you to?”

You didn’t give him time to answer, opting to repeatedly grind against him instead and feeling the familiar heat building up between your legs.

Eyes closed and back arching from your own pleasure, you try, but miserably fail to hold your own pathetic voice from moaning together with him. It felt—It felt fucking good. You wanted him to get you off—the thought of it leaving you feeling incredibly disgusted and stupidly aroused at the same time.

“Y-You…You fucking—hnng—brat...” he groans lowly, digging his nails into his palms and struggling not to go over the edge, but feeling painfully close every time you moved your hips, every time you spoke to him.

He almost lost it when he heard you moaning for him. It made his head spin, seeing you getting off on this too. Getting off for him. Because of him.

And he wanted so much more.

In a moment of weakness, you feel his hands slip away from your hold, fingers slowly creeping up your thighs, but before you can really think about it, he rolls you off of him and onto your back, desperately pressing himself—slotting himself—between your legs again. You look up at him in a daze, gasping and panting when he begins moving against you, quickly regaining control over the situation. The sight of your brows pinching and your soft whimpers turned him almost feral. He swallowed hard.

Were you always this fucking cute?

“You do understand, that—haah, that there’s going to be consequences to your actions, don’t you?” he groans into your ear breathlessly, rutting against you more violently. You’ll never admit how many times he’d be able to push you over with just his stupid fucking voice, or how fucking good it felt when he pressed himself into your slit.

You’d never admit it—but your traitorous body told him everything he needed to know.

And then he fucking kissed you. A tentative rough peck on your soft lips at first, to half silence your growing cries. Nobody else was allowed to hear you like this. Nobody but him, he quickly decided.

You gasp when he bites your lip and he takes it as permission to slip his tongue in, rolling it over your own with no technique, teeth clicking while he sinfully swallows your moans.

He eventually slows down, lips barely touching yours as you manage to catch your breath. A needy groan escapes you when he leans in to bite your neck so hard, you think it’ll leave a mark.

Shigaraki smiles against your throat, feeling on top of the world.

Just a second longer, he thought. A second longer before he’ll take you to the back of his car and fuck you senseless where no one can interrupt you.

“Shh, you don’t want to be caught while we’re still in the hallway, do you? Unless you’re into th—”

Your eyes widen and in an instant, you manage to shake him off of you.

What the fuck were you doing? In public? With him?

After all that shit he put you through?

“Hey,” he looked at you with obvious concern. You don’t pay attention, almost stumbling backwards again while you pick up your bag and start getting up.

“No, no, no, no—” a panic attack sets you off and you promptly get up to leave.

“Wait, don’t fucking go—! Goddamn it, just—wait!” he gets up and reaches for you, but you’re quick to pull away, bolting for the exit and out of his reach.

Always just out of reach.

Both of his hands move to his throat to dig into that familiar itch and scratch it until there’s nothing but pain and blood under his fingernails.

Tomura felt hurt.

You were so good for him a moment ago, and he was for you. Why were you acting this way now?

Why are you rejecting him, again?

He tried to push this feeling down, to not let it surface, but he wasn’t clueless as to what he felt, he just didn’t want to admit it. Rather he was taught not to admit weakness. To destroy it. To own it.

Why was it that you were so fucking different? He didn’t expect to feel or act any differently with you than he did with everyone else who pissed him off. To him, you were an anomaly. An anomaly he needed to destroy. An anomaly he wanted to own. An anomaly he—

Tomura’s breath hitched, eyes widening.

An anomaly he liked.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #emotional hurt/comfort #shigaraki tomura #unhealthy relationships #dead dove do not eat #trigger warnings #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x you #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki #college au #reader is female

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wheredoesthegoodgo · 7 months

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my friend convinced me to watch the ultimatum: queer love and now I can’t stop imagining a bkdk au. where izuku shows up with todoroki who gave an ultimatum because he proposed months ago and has patiently been waiting for izuku to decide so he can Cherish him. katsuki of course is there with kirishima who also thinks its time for them to get married, he like, wants kids and all that shit with his main man, which katsuki also technically wants but isn’t sure he deserves kirishima.

but now low and behold bkdk both show up to this weird ass reality thing and see each other after like ten years (which the producers totally knew and of course wanted to start drama).

and izuku’s just Shook(tm) and katsuki’s just high key stressed that fucking deku is here. kirishima was amused until he realizes this is the so-called nerd that was bakugo’s gay awakening tween childhood friend/victim and then he stays amused while also trying to be supportive like “maybe apologizing is what you need to make peace with yourself and feel ready for marriage”

and then after their ‘break-ups’ they end up on dates. obviously bakugo’s dates are with icy hot (who is perfectly pleasant but bakugo decides he hates him anyway) and deku. and with deku it starts off awkward and then turns into arguing w ust and then their last date together melts into a heavy apology where bakugo’s explaining “I realized I’d rather be reading all might comics with you than talking about girls or to girls and it was harder to accept than I realized” and “we knew each other for so long I figured you already knew and I was paranoid you were going to say something or do something and that you were looking down on me, pitying me because of it”

to which of course izuku’s like “no I was just kind of oblivious to my own feelings I’m sorry you felt that” and “I forgave you a long time ago but honestly not sure I ever felt there was something to forgive cause I could tell you were going through something”

and suddenly they both feels so much lighter but at the same time its HEAVY between them like What Could Have Been and there’s Something There

but the date wraps up and before ya know its its the time to choose who they are going to “marry” for a week.

Bakugo chooses Deku.

and he reasons fuck, no one knows him like this nerd even if it’s been a decade since they talked. if anyone is going to help him figure his shit out its going to be this man.

Izuku of course accepts. absolutely reverential about being chosen. after all he and todoroki talked it out and both agreed they were going to fully commit to this, so its totally okay he’s 100% invested in being kaachan’s husband for a week.

cut to bkdk having an absolutely xander/yoli of a lovefest week x1000. just meshing perfectly together, and after their first kiss all bets are off and they absolutely sleep together (bakugo definitely gets off on being better in bed than todoroki) (who is absolutely adequate izuku just has a higher libido and more kinks ok) (this definitely came up on their date together much to izuku’s mortification of saying so on camera and bakugo has been thinking about it since) and bakugo is like…all in. he loves kirishima but they’ve been growing apart and he’s all in with deku like fuck. meanwhile deka is also head over heels but having the occasional existential crisis about todoroki. who is perfect and deserves all the love.

and so bkdk end up married and grossly in love; todoroki decides nothing will piss off his dad more than getting engaged to a guy he hasn’t known for more than a week and ends up engaged inasa; kirishima either gets with kaminari or back with mina idk

Tl;dr bkdk love all around #lovewins

#bkdk #bakudeku #the ultimatum queer love #i just can see todoroki deadpanning to the camera ‘the first thing i noticed about inasa is that he is stacked #me and my grossly long fic ideas i want to read instead of getting my ass together to write #idk if you realize how many drafts of detailed bkdk fics i have that i am incapable of finishing #me with every new ship tbh #my posts

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renoed · 2 years

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sticker stars | dainsleif

❥ — PAIRING dainsleif x gn! reader

❥ — SUMMARY royalty au where dainsleif is the prince and you’re a knight

You had known Dainsleif since you were children, often running around the castle grounds together because the king thought it unfair for him to miss out on socialising with other kids.

Your father had been working in the castle when the prince was born, around the same time as your own birth. You had been dragged along with your father as soon as you were able to walk and form coherent sentences.

“Say hi, baby,” your father gestured to the blond prince a few feet away from you, trying his best to encourage you from your hiding spot behind his legs.

Dainsleif was scary, staring in silence as you tried to work up the courage to say hello. It had been drilled into your head how important it was for you to be friends with the young prince. What if he hated you?

You took a shaky step forward before sticking your hand out, “hi baby!”

The adults in the room had all snickered, a couple commenting on how ‘that’s so precious’. All the while, you watched as Dainsleif’s cheeks lit up in a deep red hue, eyes unwilling to meet yours.

“You shouldn’t say that to strangers,” he mumbled out, hand connecting with yours in a firm shake.

You had been attached at the hip ever since, your childish naivety and optimism had flawlessly taken down the wall Dainsleif put up to maintain his reputation.

“kids don’t need to have a good reputation,” you had told him during a sleepover in Dains grand bedroom, the walls painted a deep blue and messily accessorised by glow-in-the-dark stars you had gifted the prince, “we’re just meant to have fun, that’s what ‘ma says anyway”.

When your best friend is royalty and your own family has next-to-no social standing, it is inevitable that you would eventually be pulled apart from each other.

In your teen years it became less acceptable for you to wander the castle grounds, your need for adventure being ignored as Dainsleif started to get his own responsibilities. For him it seemed to be work, work, work.

Nobody had ever taken the time to explain why he was so busy, or why it would look bad if people saw a commoner running around with the Prince, hand in hand. One day you had just been denied entry, and that was that.

At the turn of your 17th birthday you had signed up to join the Royal Guard. They were always going up and down the kingdom, travelling and fighting and protecting the people. You’d get to see Dainsleif too, maybe.

You weren’t allowed to be stationed anywhere until you turned 18, so after a 28 week training program you had been tasked with attending daily training sessions and then helping out around the castle grounds. Fun.

After having not seen each other for 5 years, you had ran into Dainsleif with a basket full of dirty laundry, face and hands smudged with soot after having helped the royal smithy. You barely looked at the man, mumbling out an apology before beginning to move away.

It was only when the prince had called out your name that you stopped in your tracks, turning on your heel to meet Dainsleif’s piercing blue gaze.

He was much taller than he had been as a preteen, most likely standing above six feet. His hair had grown out just past his chin, having pulled the longer front pieces into a lazy half-up half-down, giving you sight of his ears adorned with silver jewellery. His expression was blank, eyes fixed on you.

“oh- I’m sorry for bumping into you, your royal highness,” the words felt misplaced on your tongue, having never called him by his title prior, “I’ll be more careful next time.”

"You don’t need to call me that,” his voice was soft and measured, “I didn’t know you were now a member of the knights, but somehow I’m not surprised.”

An awkward chuckle was forced from your lips, hand waving dismissively, “well, I figured that if I can’t run around the huge castle anymore I’d have to make due with running up and down the kingdom,”

The pair of you stood in silence for a moment, staring at each other. There had been so many years lost between you and suddenly you were nearing adulthood, seeing each other as if it were the first time.

“You’ve really grown,” you mumbled, uncomfortable in the silence, “I remember being taller than you last time we spoke.”

“I missed you,” the blond spoke without hesitation, eyes locked onto your own. Although he didn’t continue to speak it was made obvious by his parted lips that there was more he wished to say.

You had never really thought how it might seem from his perspective: your only friend disappearing without a word one day before you were eventually swamped with responsibilities that were much more difficult that the maths you were taught by the governess every morning.

“I didn’t want to stop seeing you, you know?” your words came out as a whisper, taking a cautious step closer in hopes that he would still hear.

“I know,” his volume matched your own, hand leaving his side so he could delicately wrap his fingers around your wrist, gently tugging, “I want to show you something.”

The walk through the castle was silent, your eyes trailing the walls, searching for the changes it had faced since you had last visited. When you were young, the walls had always been pristine but they now bore cracks that crept from the floor to the ceiling. When Dainsleif stopped, you were both stood in front of his bedroom door.

He opened the door to reveal the same deep blue painted on his walls, brand new shelves (well, new as having been put up in the last 5 years made them) filled to the brim with all types of leather-bound books, a bed that had doubled in size and small, plastic stars stuck haphazardly across the room.

As childish as they may have looked, when you both were little you used them to stargaze, having been prohibited from going outside past sunset in order to protect Dainsleif from potential kidnappers - or something of the sort.

“You kept them?”

Dainsleif nodded from his place beside you, a soft smile pulling at his lips,

“they reminded me of you.”

[masterlist]

#x reader #reader insert #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dainsleif #dainsleif genshin impact #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif genshin impact x reader #royalty au #renoed #renoed; genshin

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sunshine-on-marz · 1 year

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Go for the heart

——— -technoblade x reader- ———

Enemies to lovers

Royal AU

Tw: blood, slight gore, weapons, fire, death, fighting

Cw: not angst but not all fluff

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“Sylvee, where are we goinggg” you whined, your maid and one of your best friends had dragged you from the training grounds (where you weren’t supposed to be, as you’re brother forbid you from doing anything that could hurt you) “shhh, they don’t know you’re coming” she whispered. Puzzled, you kept following her, until you came to an opening in the trees, that’s where you saw him. Technoblade. “Sylvee, I cant talk to the enemy.” The three boys jumped and saw you. Wilbur and Tommy seemed angry at the blonde girl who was clearly leading you towards them, knowing that she had put their lives in direct danger by bringing you near them. You immediately drop the sword you where holding and bowed to the men. “Prince Thomas, Prince Wilbur, Chief Technoblade. You are in no danger as far as I can control, but I will protect myself and my maid as needed.” As you stood and saw Sylvee standing you smacked her shoulder to make her bow quickly. “Sylvee, why am I here?” You asked as you picked back up your sword. “You’re infront of the best swordsman on this side of the globe, if you want to learn, learn from him” she said before running back to your home.

Sighing you turn back to the men. “Gentlemen, I am so sorry for her behavior-“ you then notice the pink haired man kneel infront of you and hold out a hand. While it is proper, you didn’t expect a proper introduction from the commanding chief of your enemy kingdom. Placing your hand in his he kisses your coronation ring and smiles. The two princes bow. “Boys boys, don’t be so stiff. You’re not in danger.” The elder prince speaks up “actually, by interacting with you, we are.” With a sigh you walk up to him and hold out your arms for a hug. The man seems shocked before stepping closer, you wrap your arms around him and hold him for a moment before stepping back. The brunette has tears in his eyes and whispers “thank you” you nod and smile “of course. I’m here for you darlin.” All three men seem shocked. The blonde speaks “b-but that’s against the rules, and by the rules I mean the law.” You smile at him, a toothy, cheeky, excited grin. “Oh doll, the rules don’t work on me. I’ll tell my brother to fuck off and I’ll stab a bitch.” You jab the air with your sword, making the teen laugh. Proud, you sheath your sword and turn to the pinkette. “Now, how do I convince you that I’m not a threat” you smile at the man. He holds a hand out and you shake it, but he doesn’t let go. You hold eye contact. He expects you to reach for your sword, but you don’t. Your sly grin changes to a small sweet smile. His grip loosens enough that you could have moved your hand, but you didn’t. Then he completely lets go and you let your hand drop. You’d not only gained his trust, but his respect. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you, despite the fact that he could’ve. You looked at him, to anyone else it would seem like you where sizing him up, but techno knew the look. You where trying to find out what’s wrong with him, he’d been giving you the same look. “Raised by my brother, grew up in a castle, you do the math” you say to him, he chuckles. “Fair enough” you sat yourself down on the ground and start picking at grass. Tommy sits next to you. “You can call me Tommy.” He says, you smile. “I think I’m gonna call you kiddo.” He seems gitty, happy to be accepted as a kid, not as a prince, but a kid. “Ok.” And he puts his head on your shoulder. After a while Techno grabs your sword. “Hey.” You say as you gently push the sleeping Tommy onto Wilbur’s shoulder instead of yours.

Techno swings the weapon, you catch his wrist mid swing, making him drop the blade from shock. “Woah” Wilbur whispered from behind you. You pick the sword up off the ground. “To slow.” You tease the caped man. In any other case he would’ve been pissed. “Wilbur, bring Tom inside for me” he said, the brunette nodding and doing as told. Once the younger two where gone, techno pulled you in by the hips. “How?” He asked “pattern recognition.” You say back, matter of factly. He nodds, asking for more information. “You swung upwards, you weren’t going to hit me, so you’re arm was going to swing left, to counteract your momentum, so I grabbed you before you could move” he seemed intrigued. Gently grabbing your cheek and leaning towards you. “What are you doing soldier?” You asked with a smirk. “You aren’t my king darling, I’d watch how you speak to me” you lean in a bit more “shut up and kiss me” he closes the gap, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hips, leaving one on your cheek. Once he pulled away and you opened your eyes, leaving your forehead resting on his and smiling. “So princess, may I walk you home?”

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Tags for all the lovely people I got hooked on this @a-gay-little-ghost-2 @kit-is-a-weeb @lillylvjy @art3m1s-adelia

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #techoblade #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #sbi royal au #royal au #enimes to lovers

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quietwingsinthesky · 8 months

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8 and 16 for the choose violence ask

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

That Dean would return Cas’s love confession

Okay no actually you know what. I’m gonna talk about that. Maybe it’s just me being deep in Aro!Dean land, but I’m not seeing it. I’m not seeing at any point in the show where Dean loved Castiel. And I’ve been looking, I swear, but I’m. There’s no destiel on my screen. There is a lot more sastiel than I remember but there’s no destiel happening on my screen! There IS a lot of Castiel clearly having Problems and Issues and Angst about dean, and. Zero doubt here there that that angel wants to fuck him. But I honestly can’t imagine any happy ending for dean that revolves solely or even mostly around a romantic attachment. That man is hardwired for family being the most important thing to him, and I love that. Aro!Dean wins again.

Other notable things include: headcanoning Sam as not queer/trans because he’s too boring. Talked about that. Weird fucking opinion to have. That Gabriel is not exactly as fucked up as the other archangels, especially when presenting sabriel as the Good Sam Ship as opposed to samifer. My dudes, did we not watch mystery spot, do the reading. Also. Also. Not acknowledging the really clear character degradation of Lucifer in the later seasons/attributing later seasons stuff to how he acts in s5, just a personal gripe because whatever, people can read him however they want, but I really feel like on a meta level you gotta talk about how these are Two Different Characters who just happen to have been jammed into the same character. Okay. I think that’s it.

16. You can’t understand why people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.)

I do not like coffee shops AUs. Actually, it’s more that im Extremely picky about AUs that aren’t canon divergence, and will drop them immediately the minute I feel like I’m no longer reading about the characters I like and am instead reading about Generic Guys who say funny quips and then kiss. Which is not a coffee shop au specific problem but the frequency with which that kind of au attracts that writing means I have kind of been turned off from ever reading them again.

if you are writing Sam into your coffee shop au and at some point he does not drop some insane backstory about the time he was kidnapped and forced to fight to the death with a bunch of other college kids, you have failed at writing this au and I am banishing you to the shadow realm /j

The other thing that I do not understand at all, and this extends into a problem with canon, I’m well aware, is how happily people will accept the idea that Castiel is rebellious/different from other angels because he was just Made Wrong. he’s too Broken to be like a real angel. that all the other angels are mindless drones and Castiel is the one good one who could learn about free will, usually justified with it being that “his love for dean is what makes him special”, but even outside of destiel circles, this kind of thing gets very annoying lmao.

And it’s just. That’s wrong. The show might have decided post-s8 that it believed this about Castiel but it’s False and Bad. I’m gesturing wildly at Uriel and Anna and Gabriel and Lucifer and Balthazar and Michael and shit what’s that one angel doing pinball I love them, them too, and Castiel is not special!!! He should not be special!!! All angels have the capacity for free will, they are living under a terrifying system of suppression that has stripped them of their ability to use it and has taught them that when an angel does something they disagree with, killing them is a mercy! (See: the implications of that one angel healer in s9 + Uriel and Cas being sent to kill Anna for falling in s4)

CASTIEL IS NOT SPECIAL. STOP SAYING HE IS SPECIAL. THE CRACK IN THE CHASSIS LINE IS BAD TO HOLD UP AS EVIDENCE OF HIM BEING UNIQUELY FLAWED.

ahem. sorry. i like the supernatural angels. i think making castiel into some separate special being who is the only one capable of rebelling and feeling love and etc does a massive disservice to the heaven storylines and angels as a whole. i think the show’s choice to never have another major angel character who wasn’t killed off quickly/made “too evil” to redeem was a bad decision and contributes to this view of cas as Different and The Good One.

#ask

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bella-goths-wife · 11 months

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Lost daughter au texts

None of this is canon unfortunately I just got bored 😭

Threes a crowd

Faith: are we still on for a date night tonight?

James: no way, tonight’s my night with her

Faith: no way! You had time with her last week

James: she was unconscious for a whole day last week?!

Faith: your point?

James: why do you have to be around so much

Faith: because if I wasn’t you would have killed my girlfriend

James: *my girlfriend

Faith: stop being homophonic James 😒

James: I AM NOT HOMOPHONIC

James: WE ALL KNOW I CARRY THE PROUD TITLE OF BI WIFE ENERGY

Y/n: hey guys, I can’t go with either of you tonight I have plans

Y/n: sorry, love you both. See you tomorrow ❤️

James: who are you going out with?

Faith: answer the question honey

James: she’s leaving us on seen, did we fuck up?

Faith: I’ll make an apology cake, you pick up some flowers and meet me back at the cave by midnight

James: on it!

The family group chat

(Y/n added star)

(Dwayne removed star)

(Y/n added star)

(Marko removed star)

Y/n: can you stop, she’s part of the family too

Star: thank you honey, I just wanted you to all know that I have to cancel our dinner plans tonight

Star: I have to take laddie out instead

Y/n: ….

(Y/n removed star)

Paul: damn, someone’s bitter 😰

Paul: you can hang out with your old man if you want kid 😎

Y/n: I’d rather swallow glass then hangout with you again 😒

Paul: no need to be rude brat 😒

Marko: we could always hang out honey?

Y/n: it’s fine dad, I’ll figure something out

My favourite brother

Y/n: are you gonna be okay tonight?

Laddie: aren’t you coming? 🥺

Y/n: sorry buddy, mom wants it to be just you to tonight

Laddie: pleaseeeee

Y/n: I can’t kiddo, sorry

Laddie: 🥺🥺🥺

Y/n: fine

Y/n: I’ll meet up with the two of you at the boardwalk later

My second family ❤️

Y/n: is it okay if I come over for dinner tonight mrs Emerson?

Lucy: of course dear, and please call me Lucy

Sam: damn don’t you have a family of your own

Lucy: Sam!

Grandpa: you can come over any time you want sweetheart

Sam: don’t invite her in, she’ll never leave!

Grandpa: good, she can stay and you can leave 😒

Y/n: wow, your own grandpa likes me better than you

Y/n: how does that feel Sam?

Sam: shut up

Sam: bring a comic over when you come over tonight

Y/n: will do

Froggy bros 🐸

Y/n: I’m coming to your store tonight

Edgar: does this mean that you’ve finally accepted your fate to kill your vampire overlords and join us

Y/n: actually I just wanted to you to hold onto a comic for me

Edgar: oh, nevermind then 😅

Alan: I told you man, it just doesn’t sound natural in conversation

Y/n: see you later tonight

Alan: see you later, future bloodsucker

idiotic boyfriend ❤️

James: have we upset you?

James: please answer

Y/n: I just need to be alone for a bit

Y/n: I feel a little crowded and I want a little time for myself

James: I’m sorry baby

James: I love you and call me if you need me

James: don’t stay out too late, surf nazis are on the prowl ❤️

Mortal enemies ☠️

James: she’s going out at night, you know the drill

Faith: stalk her

James: no, follow her to make sure she’s safe

Faith: sound better, I’m in

Faith: who is she hanging out with?

James: we’ll find out

David and his goons

David: has anyone seen our child? She’s not in her room

Marko: I thought Paul was meant to be with her?

Paul: I may have gotten distracted

Dwayne: where are you?

Paul: at that hot girl’s apartment

Dwayne: 🤦

Paul: I’m sorry!

Marko: we’ll go looking on the board walk

Dwayne: you and David ask James and faith to see if they know anything

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You groan as you groggily lift you head up at the sound of your phone ringing. You pull yourself up from the comfy bed and look at the screen to find David calling

The ringing stops as soon as you reach the phone and your greeted with a horrifying sight

(12 missed calls from David)

(13 messages from David)

(11 missed calls from Dwayne)

(9 messages from Dwayne)

(27 missed calls from marko)

(21 messages from marko)

(3 missed calls from Paul)

(2 messages from Paul)

(45 missed calls from my angel girl ❤️)

(15 messages from my angel girl ❤️)

(52 missed calls from my idiotic boyfriend ❤️)

(42 messages from my idiotic boyfriend)

You groan as a throbbing headache begins to form. You look around the room and find many empty beer cans and bottles of vodka surrounding the bed.

“You all good?” Michael groaned from the makeshift bed he made for himself on the floor. You jump slightly at his voice

“Why am i in your bed?” You questioned confused “why are you on the floor

“You insisted that we party last night so we went to rhythm kitchen, and it got too much to handle I guess” Michael answered as he rubbed his eyes “and I’m on the floor because not only would your boyfriend kill me, but your fathers would also brutally murder me if they found out we spent the night with me in my bed”

“They know we’re not like that” you reassured with a pat the shoulder “your like a brother”

“I know but I didn’t want you to wake up scared” he reasoned “I know you get anxious when people are in the bed with you sometimes”

“Well I’m not now” you pat the other side of his bed “let’s watch YouTube together until I can sneak out”

Michael shrugged and joined you with on the bed while also maintaining a distance from you. That’s when you heard two other sets of groans.

“Why is it so bright” Edgar winced and covered his eyes as he rose from the foot of the bed

“Close the curtains” Alan whined out as he jumped onto the end of the bed, Edgar quickly joining him. This effectively squished you all together

“When the hell did you two get here?” Michael whisper yelled

“We joined you two after you both fell over and knocked our comic book display down” Alan said calmly

“Not cool bro” Edgar piped up

You just got yourself comfortable when you all heard a knock on the door. Lucy opened it and let herself in before cooing at you all

“You just look so cute” she exclaimed excitedly “I’ve gotta get a picture”

“Mom” Michael groaned in embarrassment

“Oh okay” Lucy sighed “when your ready, I’ve got breakfast waiting for you all downstairs”

“How did you know they were here?” Michael questioned confused

“Your a loud drunk” Lucy laughed before exiting

Sam entered and looked at you all with disgust as you leaned your head on Michael and watched a YouTube deep dive on vampires.

Sam stayed staring at you for a few seconds before you motioned to him

“Wanna join?” You asked with a grin

Sam rolled his eyes before crawling on the bed and barging his way through until he felt comfortable.

It was like five siblings all enjoying each others company without staying anything. Eventually the rest got up to get breakfast

“You coming?” Sam asked annoyed

“One second, I need to message my dad” you explain as you pull your phone back into your hands

The family group chat

Y/n: stayed at Emerson’s last night after bar, be home tonight. Love you ❤️

Marko is typing

David is typing

Paul is typing

Dwayne is typing

You simply shut your phone off and hop off the bed to join the rest for breakfast. Not caring what anyone else says, you wanted to enjoy the peace for a little longer

I have no clue what this is but it’s not canon unfortunately, I just got really bored

Hope you enjoyed

Love ya ❤️

#slashers x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys x child reader #platonic lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys #dad lost boys #the lost boys #lost boy x reader

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smilesrobotlover · 25 days

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Could I ask about Ammon and Orman :)? Nothing in particular I’ve just been very interested in both of these characters since you’ve created them and I’d like to learn more about them! So if you want to share anything about them, please do! I’d love to read about it

( also would it be possible for you to link your fic you wrote about them for whumptober or febwhump? Sorry if that’s rude)

Well yes you certainly can!!

So they’re in my au king of the Gerudo which I assume you already knew that XD Ammon is also in my crossover au called strangers across eras which is all the Links dads/father figures/ friends/ relatives going on an adventure lol.

So they’re both Rhoam’s bodyguards. Ammon is from castle town but is staying in Hateno with his wife while Orman is from Lurelin. Ammon has two kids: Link and his daughter Aryn. Orman has four daughters. A daughter that’s slightly older than Link and is a captain, younger twins that may be around ten or twelve, and maybe a toddler. :) he’s a girl dad through and through.

Oh man so where do I begin? I guess I’ll start with Orman cuz I’m not sure if I talked about him much. Lurelin is very much on the edge of Hyrule and it’s sometimes neglected as a result. Many monsters attacked the village and stole all their fish and the villagers are powerless to stop it. So many of them took up their fishing spears and fought back, Orman being one of them. He became an incredible fighter because of it and he took Lurelin’s safety very seriously. He eventually got into the Hylian guard which is a HUGE deal for him being from Lurelin, cuz that village is more full of fishermen rather than fighters. Safe to say many people underestimated him. Orman and Ammon ended up defending an important outpost, idk what it is, maybe fort Hateno, and so they sorta became famous and were chosen to become bodyguards to the new king. Orman is best at spear fighting and is a phenomenal thrower. He sucks at climbing tho. He got married to his wife before defending fort Hateno and he’s overall a very kind person. He’s a peacekeeper, always good at deescalating tense situations. I love him so much.

He really loves being a bodyguard so close to Rhoam, mostly because he’s hanging out with Ammon, but also because he’s able to be a voice for Lurelin!

Ammon is slightly more jaded than Orman. He grew up in castle town and had a lot of pressure from his father to become a knight. He had an older brother Georgie who also wasn’t becoming a knight, but Georgie was kind, selfless, and caring to everyone he met. While Ammon as a teenager was mischievous and a pain to deal with. Even tho Georgie wasn’t being a knight, his father was proud of him since he was basically a saint. Kinda like Mipha, but his father was noticeably ashamed of Ammon. But while picking apples for a shop, Ammon and Georgie were kidnapped and held hostage by yiga for weeks, and in the end Georgie was killed. That was really hard on Ammon and his relationship with his father basically tanked cuz someone accidentally let slip that he wished Ammon died and not Georgie 😬Eventually Ammon joined the guard because he wanted to help people and to keep something like Georgie from happening again. He didn’t do it because his father wanted to, but his father really makes it seem like he did. Anyways Ammon did the whole thing with fort Hateno, met Orman, and was chosen to become a knight and a body guard. Now Ammon doesn’t actually like being a body guard. He loves Orman and he cares about Rhoam, but as a bodyguard he isn’t able to go out there and help people, and it’s very frustrating to him. But his father’s pressure and influence may have swayed him into accepting the responsibility. He’s a cautious, strategic, and serious man who is very anxious over his loved one’s well being. Though he didn’t want to pressure Link into trying to become a knight, his son looked up to him so he is simply proud of him. Ammon and his wife are fun cuz Ammon has very stereotypical mom traits and his wife Sarah have stereotypical dad traits. She’s reckless, impulsive, and also calm (not a dad trait, just a trait she has). She’s a blacksmith in Hateno thanks to her father teaching her so she’s also quite tough. Link looks like his father, but he acts more like his mother.

Another thing about Ammon is that he loves shield surfing. Absolutely loves it. Tho he is cautious that is one thing he goes crazy on. It makes him feel alive. But he sucks at swimming. Orman makes fun of him for it. Also he lost his arm in the calamity by guardians :) he’s Purah and Robbie’s Guinea pig.

I have written whumptober fics for them!

Here is about Ammon’s prosthetic being glitched out and shocking him

And here is about Ammon’s brother dying. Rip. (There’s two parts- 1 and 2!)

#I have a lot to say about Ammon #I mean I ADORE Orman tho #he’s my favorite guy #I just don’t have enough to say about him 😔#anyways yeah Ammon cut contact with his father #but his mother did end up leaving him and was able to reconcile with her living son #cuz she still loved Ammon and was grateful that he was still there #she’s a good mom #I hate his dad lol #but yeah Ammon couldn’t escape the fate of becoming a knight #and I wanna add the headcanons of knights and maidens here so yippee #asks #king of the Gerudo #thanks for the ask!#I love rambling about my guys!

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rotgsecretsanta · 1 year

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2022 Secret Santa Masterlist

Here are all of the works posted for RotG Secret Santa 2022!

Prompt 1: A day in the life of the Man in the Moon Fic by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 4: Arrietty/The Borrowers AU where small fairy sized Jack is secretly living at the north pole; plays amongst all the model toys, enjoying snacks left out by Phil. Art by Tenchikotheartist

Prompt 5: Based on the prologue comic: What if North had made Pitch agree to become a Guardian? Era Of New Ideas by Sylphidine

Prompt 6: Bunny & Jack brotherly bonding Collector’s Edition by storminfrost

Prompt 9: Forgotten memories Pitch and anyone Echoes of The Past by frosted-night

Prompt 12: Jack, Bunny, and the Groundhog arguing over the weather Seasonal Dispute by Sarsfe

Prompt 13: Jack's Christmas gifts to Pitch Keepr of Fear: The King of Nightmares by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 14: Jack and Bunny investigating a crashed spaceship Art and Hollow Spaces fic by ave-aria

Prompt 15: Jack and Katherine in ugly matching sweaters. More chaotic the better Fic by fosermi

Prompt 17: Jack Frost and his army of penguins and polarbears Art by nimohtar

Prompt 18: Jack Frost meeting Jack Skellington Jack’s Halloween by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 21: Jack is like a stray cat who has multiple homes that are unaware of each other. Often found sleeping in a pile of nightmares, tooth fairies, easter eggs AND christmas elves because it's warmer and he can get free snacks. He is a repeat offender and isn't sorry, will pretend he hasn't been fed in forever to dupe people into doting on him. Only Sandy knows that Jack is playing them all. Is It A Con If It'd Been Freely Offered Anyway by LinesAndColors

Prompt 22: Jack or Pitch or both! Techwear aesthetic Art by mrsketchy Art by ksclaw

Prompt 23: Kozmotis teaching Emily Jane to sail A Wild Ride with Papa by Jamie_Aizen

Prompt 24: Man In The Moon and Jack Frost doing dumb sibling stuff Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 26: Pitch, having turned from his evil path, reconciles with North about all he's done to the Guardians. I was wrong (and I’m so, so sorry) by storminfrost

Prompt 27: Pitch being a fashion icon (optional Sandy or Jack posing in the background like a model). Art by ave-aria Art by thyphrog

Prompt 28: Pitch Black as a nightmare centaur (bonus if he has way too many legs like Sleipnir) BONUS bonus if he is like a real horse that gets startled by dumb things (a plastic bag or sudden noise). BONUS BONUS bonus if Jack likes to sneak ribbons onto his tail despite getting kicked (pin the tail on the Pitch anyone?) Art by bunnimew

Prompt 29: Pitch playing the lyre with fireflies around him on a starry night. Art by mrsketchy

Prompt 33: Pitch with a fancy gothic outfit Art by aroace-ghostface

Prompt 38: Sandy's Christmas eve rounds Help Me To Dream by Sylphidine Dreams of Christmas Night by Sarsfe

Prompt 40: Sandy having a nightmare either being caused or being consoled by Pitch Bitter by LinesAndColors

Prompt 41: Sandy just chilling on a dreamsand cloud and looking up at the night sky Fic by fosermi

Prompt 44: Sophie and bunny arts and crafts fun Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 45: The Guardians and/or Pitch have Wanted posters! Art by purblzart

Prompt 46: The Guardians reluctantly accepting Pitch as a part of their "family" after Jack convinces them to Game Night by Eastofthemoon

Prompt 49: [No Ship] Jack has gained the power to shape shift into winter animals. Chaos quickly follows much to Jack's amusement. Sprinting through a Winter Wonderland by BirdBrainedInsomnia

Prompt 50: [No Ship] Jack with pink hair :D Easter Herald by jaimistoryteller Art by ave-aria

Prompt 53: [No Ship] Pitch tracks down one of his missing Nightmares in a barn with a mother cat and a newborn litter of kittens Art by ksclaw

Prompt 55: [No Ship] Sandy falling asleep at inopportune times. Plan Your Naps by bunnimew

Prompt 56: [No Ship] The Burgess kids make holiday presents for the elves and the Yetis, and leave them for Santa / North to pick up Operation Christmas Helpers by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 61: [Jack/Bunny] Soulmate AU Fic by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 68: [Jack/Katherine or No Ship] A wholesome gathering of friends and family by the fireplace ☺️ (DEFINITELY platonic relationships prioritized, though Jack x Katherine can be added if the author/artist wants) Twelfth Night On Guardian Street by sylphidine

Prompt 71: [Jack/Pitch] Blackice, android!pitch and mechanic!jack au Soul Survivor by bunnimew

Prompt 75: [Jack/Pitch] Ice skating date! Canon or AU. A Date at Moonset by jaimistoryteller Tales of Burgess III: On Friends and First Dates by nimohtar

Prompt 80: [Jack/Pitch] One or both as royalty Neon Escape by bunnimew

Prompt 82: [Jack/Pitch] Request: fluff, Jack/Pitch, family. Nopes: dub/non con, hurt no comfort, MCD that sticks, Tooth/Jack unless part of polyam6. Art by bunnimew

Prompt 85: [Jack/Pitch and No Jack/Jamie] Jack discovers one of Pitch's favourite places to be is an amusement park, and he wants to go with Jack (can be themed/halloween, up to you). All that FEAR. No genderswap. No mpreg. No MCD. Thrills, Chills, and Skills by bunnimew

Prompt 89: [Jack/Sandy] Sleeping together Art by ave-aria

Prompt 91: [North/Bunny] The Guardians are celebrating Christmas together. Ending of Christmas Eve's Rounds by Sarsfe

Prompt 94: [Pitch/North] Anything Pitch/North Art by ksclaw

Prompt 96: [Pitch/Pitchiner] [NDU] Memory Retrieval by sylphidine

Prompt 98: [Pitch/Sandy] Vampire!sandy and priest!pitch au. OTP Art by winterswrathe

Prompt 99: [Pitch/Tooth] Pitch and Tooth as a duo of glamorous jewel thieves. Art by fangirl530

#rotg #rise of the guardians #RotGSecretSanta2022

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hlficlibrary · 1 year

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fic where one of them gets arrested?

not like prison au but maybe some club fight or being in the wrong place in the wrong time or some false accusations but with happy ending?

Thank you in advance!

I intended to try and do a full rec list of these, but since I can't find a lot of fics like this, I thought I'd just make you a shorter rec here on your ask!

—Arrested Fics—

Tied Down by HamPalpert / @ham-palpert (E, 48k)

The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall. For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated.

Come on baby, come and get me out by Justanotherlarry (M, 11k)

''Well, is this fun for you? Is that what you do now that you work for the police? Chase your exes down and put them in cells for the night to make them pay for whatever they did to you?''

''Damn it Louis, I took you here so you wouldn’t get a ticket, I know your mother would not have been pleased.''

''Don’t talk about my mother like you know anything about her.''

''I know her quite well. Which you would know if you were actually interested in me but no, you just like to fuck people around and leave, don't you ? You arrogant prick.''

''You just proved that I was right : You ARE holding a grudge against me and this is your way to make me pay– I wonder what your colleague will say when he hears about your abuse of authority!'' ''Fuck you Louis.'' ''You wish.'' Louis smirked at Harry mischievously. ''It wasn’t me who said I was hot.''

Or the AU where Louis gets arrested for public urination and the policeman who arrests him happens to be Harry, his teenage crush...

I roll and I roll, 'til I change my luck by @scrunchyharry (E, 8k)

“They’re not my best pictures.”

“I wouldn’t say that, I think you look quite good being manhandled by a bigger man.”

Louis chokes on his sip of hot chocolate, feeling it burn its way down his throat. He coughs a few times and then clears his throat. “I’m sorry?!”

“You heard me. You should do it more often, it might make you more humble. Maybe you’ll learn to respect people.” Or Louis is a bored, rich kid whose latest stunt got him arrested and forced to attend a fundraiser at an ice rink, Zayn is his unlucky partner in crime, Harry is the cute hospital volunteer who is having none of his attitude, Niall is the worst DJ in the world, and Liam is Leslie Knope.

A Spectrum of You by @duchesskitty16 (M, 8k)

Lou has just graduated from high school and she's found herself in a bit of trouble and an arrest for vandalism. She gets an offer to do community service at a camp for LGBTQIA+ youth in the Catskills and reluctantly accepts it. There she meets Liam, Niall, Zayn and most importantly Harry, and forms friendship bonds that will last long after the summer ends. Will Lou and Harry also form a bond that goes beyond just friends?

Misdemeanor by LittleSpoonStyles94 (G, 8k)

Louis is arrested at LAX airport Los Angeles.

Always Darkest before the Sunrise by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (NR, 7k)

Salem, Massachusetts, 17th century.

“You have attacked without need and without mercy, you have used arts so dark they are of the Evil One, and for that you cannot be allowed to walk free.”

What?

Harry starts struggling. It’s no use, he’s not even doing it with any sort of rational plan, the whole town at this point stands between him and freedom, but the words leaking from the preacher’s lips are filling him with a bile more sickening than he’s ever known.

“Harry Styles, ward of the church no longer, you are under arrest for the use of witchcraft against the innocent townspeople of Salem, Massachusetts.”

i'd make wine from your tears by bloubird (E, 6k)

He's the one Forbes writes about, who has bank accounts all over the world, a gold ring on each finger, and a tiger of his own in his huge mansion in the heart of California. Harry Styles, a devilishly rich stockbroker, is accused of a number of financial crimes. And Louis Tomlinson, the FBI agent leading the investigation, finally gets hold of evidence against Styles and shows up at his party to arrest the broker.

“Your body is the only form of currency in this world.”

#ficrec #ask #anon #bloubird #ladylondonderry #littlespoonstyles94 #duchesskitty16 #scrunchyharry #justanotherlarry #hampalpert

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Stupid. Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

A/N: THIS IS SO SHORT??? I HATE WRITING. also plz reblog if you have the time and wanna support :) enjoy and have a lovely day!

Summary: Bsf!Eddie walks in on reader being emo abt how scared they are for Eds and they end up confessing their love for each other. Very sappy, real stupid, I kinda hate it.

Contains: Reader crying, Eds crying, petnames (baby, sweetheart, honey, love), bad writing tbh I haven’t written in so long, au where Eddie never died, just fluff

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Eddie Munson is stupid. He is your stupid, dumb, idiotic, best friend that you are so obviously in love with and he just walked in on you violently sobbing. “fuck off, Eddie.” You groaned, tossing the pillow from under your head at him. You, Steve, and Dustin crashed at his trailer after a long night of plotting ways to beat those grimy little demobats, not wanting to risk failure after Eddies run-in with them last time. Eddie made a confused face and threw his hands up. “It’s my room fuckface, what’s wrong?” His tone quickly changed when he finally comprehended that you were crying. Eddie walked over and sat down at the foot of his bed that he insisted you sleep in last night. “’M just really tired, Eds, it’s fine.” You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face, but Eddie knew you better than anyone, you had become incredibly close after he became a literal fugitive and you and the gang became accomplices. “okay I know I still haven’t graduated, but I’m not that dumb, hun.” Eddie complained, rolling his eyes at you. You sighed and curled up next to him, kinda like a cat tbh. He placed a hand on your back “C’mon, sweetheart, you know you can tell good ol’ Eds what’s wrong.” You scoffed, accepting your fate and taking a deep breath. “I really am so tired, Eddie. I’m so tired of the upside-down, and Vecna, and those stupid fucking bats that almost killed your dumbass, and I’m scared. I’m really scared, Eds. I’m so afraid that next time, we won’t get off that easily, that one of us isn’t gonna come back up. I mean, let’s be realistic, love, you almost didn’t come back up last time.” Eddie teared up a bit while you were talking, the only other time you saw him cry was when he nearly bled out in front of you and Dustin. “God, y/n. Sappy much?” He sniffled, wiping unfallen tears out of his eyes. “Sweetheart, I promise you I’m not going anywhere. It’s gonna take a lot more than a few bats listening to Metallica to kill Eddie fucking Munson, baby.” You smiled a bit, but you weren’t convinced. “God, babe, didn’t realize you were that worried.” He said smugly, grinning at you as you rolled your eyes, getting irritated that he wouldn’t take you seriously. He snickered before speaking again. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in love with me.” He nudged your head. You shot up and were now sitting straight up facing him, an angry look adorning your features. “Of course I’m in love with you, you stupid fucking dumbass!” You yelled, huffing and throwing your arms around animatedly. Eddie froze, his face dropped and you couldn’t make out what he was thinking in the slightest. “What?” It was quiet, soft, like he was afraid of breaking the tension in the room. Tears stinged your eyes as you tried to harshly blink them away, you got up and began to turn to walk out of Eddies room but Eddie quickly interrupted. “Hey, honey, wait-” He began. “God, Munson, are you fucking stupid?! I just I was literally in love with you and you call me ‘honey’? Jesus, it’s like you want me to be miserable.” Eddie was shocked, you’d never talked to him like that, let alone yelled at him in a serious manner. He sniffled, quickly pulling himself together and regaining composure. “I- I’m sorry, honey, I was just so shocked. Should’ve said something quicker. I love you too. Shit, man do I love you. Just ask Dustin, man. Poor kid has listened to me talk about it for months.” He pulled you into his lap and you snuggled your head into his shoulder before he continued. “’M so sorry, y/n, I thought I was making it obvious.” You took in a shaky breath at his confession. He’s so fucking dumb, but then again, so were you. “We are both so, so, stupid.” You chuckled. Eddie starting laughing, jostling your body along with his. “Yeah. We’re so dumb.” He giggled. From then, as cliché as it is, it was history. You had your stupid little happily ever after and your dumb little lovely life, and you were so glad you can’t, for the life of you, censor yourself.

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