#ethan nakamura x reader fic

[lafleshlumpeater]

can you do an ethan nakamura x reader pls 🥺

If you can't it's okay ❤️

i hope you werent looking for anything specific but this is what i came up with<3

(i tried to make this as gn as possible- lmk if theres anything wrong w it)

Warnings: ethan is a bit (a lot) in love, unbelievably cheesy plot, gn reader

(im sorry for tsitp reference i had to okay- also for the plot we’ll just pretend ethan is the only nemesis child)

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To say Ethan was infatuated was an understatement.

The few who knew him well had never seen him like this before. Jaw slack, eyes wide and blind to the rest of the world every time you walked past.

He wanted to talk to you. If only his voice didn’t fail him every time you offered him a courteous smile, asking how he was and if his day was going okay.

He was torn- between wanting to be bold, asking you out with an air of confidence he didn’t care to admit his lack of, and admiring you from a safe distance, sighing wistfully with want.

And one day, the opportunity to be bold was granted to him, although seemingly insignificant-  teasing him, forcing him to make the decision between taking his chance or letting it fly past him.

“Ethan,” you greet, awfully chirpily, Ethan thinks, for a cold Sunday afternoon. He can’t help but love it, though.

“Hey,” he responds, feigning at indifference. Really, his heart rate sped up a notch and he could feel his face grow warmer, and just knowing that fact painted his cheeks a more prominent red. You don’t seem to notice, and he thanks all the gods (bitterly) for your oblivion to his adoration.

Kicking the cabin door shut behind you, you hold a clipboard and a pen in your hands. “Cabin inspection,” you smile smugly, eyes honing in on every detail of the room which made it an utter mess. Ethan cringed.

“That was today?”

“Unfortunately for you.” You smirk. With a facade of innocence, you bat your eyelashes and Ethan’s stomach flips. “I assume someone… forgot?”

He bites his lip, indiscreetly kicking rubbish under the bed. “Uhh…”

You shrug, scribbling on your clipboard. “Cabin Sixteen… stable duties.”

“No!” he exclaims in protest, louder than he meant to. You look up at him through your lashes.

“No?”

“Can- can we forget about this, just for once? For one, there’s no- one else to help me clean, and this is the first time I’ve…” Ethan falters once he realises you’re teasing, lips quirked up into a playful smirk.

“What’ll you give me if I do?”

His racing mind slows.

What?

Was this you flirting with him?

With him? Of all people?

After a tense pause, he slowly rises to his feet, taking a small step towards you, letting out a highly intelligent, well- deliberated: “Huh?”

You giggle coyishly. “I said, ‘what’ll you give me if I do’?”

Ethan swallows.

He’s never been the most outgoing of people.

Taking another step towards you, pauses for a second. His decision could mess everything up, but better to mess everything up rather than to have the regret eating away at him for ages to come, right?

Wetting his lips, Ethan walks slowly to stand in front of you- leaning in slightly. When you don’t pull away, he takes it as encouragement.

With a deep breath, he reaches out, gently tilting your chin to face him and presses his warm, soft lips to yours.

This wasn’t proofread at all so… please lmk if it doesn’t make sense anywhere before i re read it one day and cry <3

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Flickering Firelight

Luke Castellan x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Three snapshots of a relationship with Luke Castellan, before during and after the things he does for Kronos.

Word Count: 1,258

Category: Angst, Fluff

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I sighed, leaning my head against my boyfriend's shoulder, both of us illuminated by the flickering light of the campfire we'd made on the beach. Everything had been so busy over the last week, and it was nice to finally have a moment just for us.

"Lotta new campers this summer," mused Luke, my best-friend-turned-boyfriend as of a few months ago. "We're gonna have a hell of a time with them in the Hermes cabin."

"Yeah. Hopefully it won't take too long for them to get claimed. Some of them have been pretty good about it, lately."

Luke just grunted, not really giving me a full response. I knew exactly how he felt about the Olympians and the things they did, so I let it drop.

"I have to say, it's nice to have everybody back, though," I said, gently changing the subject. I took Luke's hand in mine, gently tracing lines with my thumb. "The whole place just feels more alive with the summer campers here."

"True. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to getting them all back into shape in the sword arena, since I just know almost none of them practiced while they were gone."

"Now that is a show that I'd like to watch."

Luke huffed a laugh, and I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk that I absolutely adored, and which made my heart race.

"I've got a good feeling about this summer," I said, moving a little closer to Luke as I spoke. The smirk faded from his lips, replaced with a more thoughtful expression I couldn't totally read.

"Yeah. So do I."

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I hadn't seen the love of my life in a long time, and now we stood on opposite sides of a battlefield. And he wasn't really my Luke.

The flickering firelight of the burning city around me reflected off of gold armor, in the gold eyes I didn't recognize.

"Luke..." My voice broke on his name, turning into a hoarse whisper I hardly recognized. "Please..."

The only indication the man I loved was still in there was the slightest twitch of his eye. Time slowed as the monster that had brought him into this mess smiled at me, nothing like the mischievous grin I knew and loved.

"Nice try, little hero. But he's gone. And so are you."

I tried to raise my sword as Kronos advanced on me, but my arms were like lead. I was among the last defenders of Olympus, further out from the final ring my friends had made. I wanted to make a meaningful stand to try to stop this here and now, but as the seconds inched by, it became more and more clear that wouldn't be possible.

The last thing I saw was Luke's stupid sword Backbiter, with its bronze and steel blade, flashing through the air towards me, held by a monster using someone I loved as a mask.

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I sighed as I put my feet up on the stone ring of the firepit before me, leaning back in an extra-comfy lounge chair. The sun shone down on me, warming my skin despite being Olympus knew how far underground. Here, it didn't matter. I'd found paradise.

Based on the fact that Elysium still existed at all, I knew my friends had managed to succeed. It hadn't been too long after I'd first arrived here that someone brought news that confirmed it: Kronos and his Titans had been defeated. Olympus had won the day.

Sadly, I wasn't down here by myself. Too many friends were here with me, all of us dying in the fight and at least making it here together, as a small silver lining. We'd taken over a whole section of the place as our own secondary Camp Half-Blood, enjoying the peace here together while we could.

Some of us had even tried for rebirth, and more were headed that way. But I couldn't bring myself to leave. At least, not yet.

I kept waiting for what I was almost confident wouldn't happen, but I refused to move on all the same. Silena had made it down here, after all, despite being a spy for the Titans. She'd realized her error and made a change, helping our cause and redeeming herself enough for Elysium. Based on other accounts from above, Luke had done something similar. He'd also done much worse than Silena, but I still couldn't make myself give up hope of seeing him here too.

"Hey."

I looked up to find Ethan Nakamura, one of Luke's lieutenants who'd defected at the very, very end, looking at me from a few feet away. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he blew out a breath.

"Somebody's here to see you."

I frowned, then shot up straight in my seat as a familiar face stepped out from behind one of the residences of Elysium. Luke, looking more sheepish and unsure than I'd ever seen him in either of our lives, struggled to meet my eyes. I froze, hardly believing what I was seeing. It was him. Like he'd been before all this shit with the Titans.

He finally looked up, and his eyes were his own, all trace of that horrible gold gone.

Tears flooded down my face as I rushed forward, wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. I sobbed into his chest as I held him, my Luke, somehow here with me after death when I never thought I'd see him again.

He breathed my name like he didn't believe I was real, his arms finally coming around me and holding me tight. We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other, hearts pressed against each other. Finally, it started to sink in that he was really here with me, after everything we'd been through. I pulled back just a bit, so I could look him in the eyes again. Those beautiful eyes that I loved met mine.

"Luke..." I breathed, a smile lighting up my face. Slowly, a beaming smile spread on his own, mirroring mine.

"I- I didn't think you'd be happy to see me."

My heart ached at his words, and I leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek before meeting his eyes again.

"I wasn't happy with the choice you made, Luke, and a lot of bad things came from it. But you came back to me in the end. If what I've been hearing is right, you helped save the world, at the cost of your own life. And even at the worst moments, I never stopped loving you."

"I never stopped loving you, either. If I could go back, if I could do things differently-"

I put one finger to his lips, gently cutting him off before he could get too far down that path.

"I know, Luke. But you can't. None of us can do anything to change the past. So we might as well enjoy where we are now."

He nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips. I leaned up to press mine gently against his own, the kiss soft and sweet and everything I'd been missing since that last summer we'd had together. I let myself enjoy the moment, Luke's hands tightening on my waist, then pulled away.

"Come on," I said, trailing my hand down from his shoulder to take his hand. "Let me show you around, and then we can get some marshmallows and hang out by the fire."

Luke beamed. "I can't think of anything in the world that I'd rather do."

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— micaela's december recs

ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3

THE HUNGER GAMES

— finnick odair.

wildest dreams by @mediocre-daydreams

the only thing that matters by @s1ater

out of the woods by @blondedmuse

make belief by @t-horn-n

↳ unspoken

↳ deathbed

↳ it's your voice

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

— aemond targaryen.

bane of my existence, object of my desire by @jasonsmirrorball

dragons bane by @house-strong

not a child anymore by @sansaorgana

— jacaerys velaryon.

go as a dream by @aphroditesmoon

bruising kisses by @house-strong

thus always to tyrants by @echnated

HARRY POTTER

— george weasley.

an exhibition of muggle dueling by @theweasleysredhair

— cedric diggory.

midnight feasts and evening strolls by @mentally-in-northern-italy

MARAUDERS

— james potter.

april fool's by @theweasleysredhair

wrong idea by @mentally-in-northern-italy

— sirius black.

the way you look at her by @theweasleysredhair

↳ if you love me let me know

— remus lupin.

full moon by @theweasleysredhair

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

— ethan nakamura.

(don't) go. by @honigmilch

GRISHAVERSE

— kaz brekker.

not letting go by @honigmilch

sociopath by @magpiencrow

three taps by @happyyyandcrazyyy

bloody hands by @anthonysharmaa

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

— conrad fisher.

finally by @mentally-in-northern-italy

STRANGER THINGS

— steve harrington.

cardigan by @marwritesgood

nine facts, one lie by @stevebabey

↳ so full of love

— eddie munson.

grand gesture by @appocalipse

TOP GUN

— bradley "rooster" bradshaw.

you said you'd grow old with me by @blue-aconite

— nick "goose" bradshaw.

heat waves, inflatable pools, you by @duchesstypewriter

WEDNESDAY

— ajax petropolus.

she can't know by @loveharlow

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[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Lost Hero VII - Breisa

Digging into the past

Word count: 5720

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Trauma, Spoilers for pjo, the Gods being dicks, titan army, teenagers dealing with trauma (while also being teenagers)

Summary: The past can be a tricky thing, but it holds so much for the future...Especially hints for a quest...Or Lou shares some of her past, and Breisa reluctantly shares hers.

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Lou hadn’t said a word the whole way back to the cabin.

Breisa was waiting for yelling and scolding.

 All there was silence, except for the rest of her siblings. 

She desperately wanted something, anything to happen.

They finally made it to the cabin. Her anxiety was spiking.

“Alright lights out for the little demon spawns. Oldest cabin members get to stay up for another hour. Everyone should still get dressed for bed.” Lou called out to the cabin members. 

Everyone began to make their way to their respective bunks or rooms. 

Miranna paused, while the rest of their siblings kept going, and looked at Breisa with those big emerald eyes. “Good luck.” She gave her a hug. 

Breisa could only pat her back awkwardly. Miranna pulled away and headed off with the rest. 

It was only Lou and Breisa standing in the middle of the cabin. 

She waited for her to start screaming at her for accepting the quest: how it was a stupid idea, that she had basic knowledge on how to control her powers–How everything seemed to be bad about this quest. 

But Lou only sighed, “You should get ready too. This is gonna be a long night.” She made her way to one of the book shelves and pulled a red book out. A doorway opened next to Breisa “I’ll be waiting in my room.” 

– 

After a minute of struggling to find the hidden bathrooms, which ironically was hidden in the main sitting room of the cabins. 

Breisa had taken a hot shower, changed into a cotton flannel pattern sweats and a plain gray t-shirt. She had just finished her bed routine (hair and teeth). She then made her way out of her room and went towards Lou’s room. 

She peaked her head through the doorway and there in the middle laid a queen sized bed with a constellation themed blanket and black valet pillows. Near the bed was a mini shelf with books, potions, and Knick knacks (crystals, leaves, spices, feathers, etc).

Lou sat there, in her own pajamas, on the floor with a big leather bound book. She looked to be halfway through with it. 

Breisa knocked on the doorway. 

“Come in.” Lou said without looking up from the book. 

Breisa walked in, she plopped on the floor next to Lou, and waited.

Lou read for another minute or two, then slammed the book shut. 

Breisa jumped slightly at the sound, looked at her curious and startled, waiting for an outburst. 

“If you’re expecting me to forbid you from going or yell at you for taking on this quest. I can’t.” Lou placed the book down, “I should, but I can’t. It’s not fair to you. Especially since you don’t know everything.”

“What do you mean?” Breisa tilted her head at Lou. 

“You remember when I mentioned the great prophecy? How Kronos arise? ” Lou asked. Breisa nodded. “Well he didn’t do it on his own…”

Lou trailed off, her eyes began to glow, and she opened her palms. A blue mist flowed through her hands and fogged up the room. 

The room began to change: All of Lou’s stuff along the walls began to melt away. Images of a forest replaced the missing items along the walls. It was like 4D movie projectors making the images form.

The first scene played out:

A kid was running through the forest, she had dark hair and green eyes. She wore a band tee that was tattered from the bottom, and leggings with beat up sneakers. Tightly hung on her shoulders was a military style pack. 

As her face became the focusing point, scars were around her cheeks. Her nose actually looked familiar. The shape of her face too. The way her hair was styled, it was so similar to someone Breisa knew.

It was…it was..

“Lou! It’s you!” Breisa realized. 

“Yes, it is. Now watch.” Lou tried not to break her concentration. 

Younger Lou, maybe about thirteen or fourteen years old. She looked scared. 

Something roared in the distance. She gasped and dove under a log, crawled behind the thick part to hide.

“I smell you demigod!” Something growled, it moved with heavy footsteps, “You can’t hide from me!”

Trees toppled as it got closer. The beast had a form of giant. Only thing you could make out was its legs. It stopped and sniffed the air. Slowly it leaned downwards, trying to find the scent. It inched closer to Lou’s hiding spot. 

Lou whimpered and covered her mouth to hide her sounds, tears streaking down her cheeks. She sank closer to the ground, trying to stay hidden.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was so close, it had to have seen her.

She felt the ground tremble as it moved closer. 

“I thought I was done for.” Lou murmured, “I really thought I was going to be monster chow…then—”

It snorted in confusion. It grumbled in annoyance and shot away from young Lou, then the thing stomped off.

“I’ll find that demigod.” It muttered, trees toppling as it moved upwards. 

Lou let out a shuddering breath, she rose up slowly. 

She looked at the fallen trees, they were giant footsteps embedded into the ground. Whatever that thing was, it was gone now. It had to be.

 It looked like she didn’t wanna stick around, she turned the other way— and came face to face with the tip of a sword.

“Don’t move.” The person holding the sword ordered. Lou froze not knowing what else to do. 

He towered over her. He looked built from arms and legs, but the rest of him was lean. A gold cover, like a bullet vest, was strapped onto his shoulders with shoulder plates; it covered his torso.

His hair was brunette, it reached his neck. He had green emerald  eyes, cold and calculated. There were bags underneath them, sleep must’ve not been a thing for him. Last was the freckles scattered around his face—would have made him look cheerful: if his lips weren’t curled up in a sneer.

“You’ve got ten seconds to tell me who you are, before I slit your throat and leave you to bleed out on the ground.” He pointed the tip of the sword to her neck.

Taking that threat very much to the heart Lou threw her hands up in surrender, “My name is Lou Ellen black stone. I don’t want any trouble. I’m just trying to get away from the monsters.”

The boy studied her with precision and gritted teeth. “Where did you come from? Are you one of those scum  from Camp half-blood?”

“I don’t know what that is.” Lou tried not to let her voice waver, kind of hard when there’s blade on her vocal cords. “I’ve been on my own for a while. I’ve been hiding and trying to stay alive. Honest. I don’t know where or what camp-half-blood is.”

He kept the sword at her neck for another moment. “You’re telling the truth.” He released her.

“No point in lying when you’re faced with certain death.” Lou said without thinking. 

She expected the sword to slash across her neck, but the boy only balked out in amusement.

“Exactly. I don’t know why everyone lies to my face. No wonder they’re dead.” He grinned  maniacally. “All and all it is for a good reason. This war will give us Half-Bloods what we deserve once and for all. I can just picture it;  Alabaster C. Torrington, son of Hecate, greatest Greek warrior of the Titan army.” 

“¡NO MAMES WEY!” Breisa gaped like a fish, “He’s a child of hecate?!”

Lou strained and the mist swirled into a blurred image of him, “Yes. Alabaster was. But he was also vengeful of the other gods. He respected and admired mom greatly. But he believed that we deserve more. To an extent he was right. Yet he chose all the wrong actions.” 

Lou regained her concentration, the image cleared, and Alabaster turned towards Lou in the image. 

Younger Lou looked intimidated. 

“I have no use to kill you. You’re not the enemy…Clearly…” He stared her down before she could be offended, “Why did you come here?”

Lou shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, “It sounds kind of crazy.” 

“Try me.” Alabaster challenged putting his sword in a holster that she hadn’t noticed before. 

She hesitated at first, but carefully spoke, “I’ve been chased by all kinds of things since a year ago, I’ve seen things I’ve never noticed before. I don’t think I am normal. And for a while I’ve been having weird dreams of a ferret leading me somewhere. Somewhere safe, for the most part. I don’t know why but I think this is the place.”

His eyes lit up like he solved a puzzle piece. 

“Mother, I sense your ambitions.” He spoke aloud to no one in particular. 

Lou eyed him while taking some steps back, “Okay….I can’t tell who's crazier, you or me?”

Albester gave her a look and she shut up, “It will all make sense soon…I want to propose an offer to you.” 

“Man I’m not doing whatever you’re thinking of.” She scrunched her face in disgust. 

Alabaster blushed with humiliation and wore the same gross-out face, “I was not implying that.”

“You thought, you weirdo.” She scoffed.

He rolled his eyes, “I meant that I can offer you protection, knowledge, and unimaginable skill. Control over those skills as well.”

“There is a catch, right? There has to be a catch?” Lou deadpanned, pulling on the straps of her pack.

He hummed thoughtfully, “I wouldn’t exactly call it a catch…”

“If you’re saying it like that it makes it sound even more sketchy.” Lou attempted to sound confident but her voice wavered.

“How about I put it this way— Aren’t you tired of bad things happening to you? Or all the things you wish you knew about yourself were known? Maybe if the monsters stopped coming? Just to understand who you are?”

 She froze, taking in his words.

 “See my people, we’re trying to solve all those problems. We’re trying to fight those who put us here. Who left us in the dark with the unknown. The power that left us in the dust and  to fend for ourselves. They could have stopped us from raising our voices. They have been fighting for us since then.”

Alabaster circled her, “We need more help though on our side. I believe that you can be of much help. If you take my offer that is.”

Lou didn’t seem so keen on the idea; she looked like she was having an internal battle with herself.

“Where else Can you go? Not a lot of places can make offers like this. Especially with what you are.” He inquired, “If you’re having so much trouble with this…then I might as well leave you to the monsters.”

He turned a heel and began walking away.

 Not bluffing in any way. 

He made it just a few feet when Lou called out “WAIT!”

Alabaster halted, waiting for a good reason. 

Lou breathed in, “I…I accept your offer.”

Alabaster hummed pleased with her, and said “I have a lot to show you. First you have to meet our leader…let’s just say he’s an interesting guy.”

“You joined him?!” Breisa exclaimed, “How-Why?- What?”

Lou huffed, “It wasn’t one of my proudest moments, ok? I didn’t know there was another option. Alabaster drew me in and their leader manipulated me into the Titan army. They made me believe that I was fighting for myself and for what demigods wanted. When I was actually fighting for them.”

The blue mist whirled and melted into a new image:

 Another tall guy, almost at college age, with a muscular build. He had short-cropped sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, a sharp nose, and a mischievous look etched into his face. He was pale with resemblance to a ghost. From the bottom of his eye was a white scar carved all the way down to his cheek. 

“That’s Luke Castellan. The head of the Titan army.” Lou seemed to be shaking as she spoke, “After a quest had gone wrong, it led him to the darkness. He swore an oath and pledged his life to Kronos, ”

The mist swirled again and —a young, tan less pale, Luke stood by an apple tree. In his hands he held a golden apple, and swung his sword at something: A dragon jumped suddenly and clawed his face. Right where the scar on his pale counterpart was. 

“He wanted revenge on Olympus and his father for the life they gave him. Under Kronos he found others that were like him. Most of them, unclaimed demigods.”

Luke stood above hundreds and hundreds of demigods, stone cold as they raised their swords to him. 

“They had built up and continued to grow in power with Luke. When Alabaster found me and others, the puzzle was nearly done. They trained and trained us until we were to perfection.”

Lou stood in Greek armor, right in the center of Field. 

All at once, different warriors jumped at her, circling around her with weapons. 

“Páli!” Someone called from the sidelines.

Her palms glowed and her eyes matched with red. Floating above them, she took them all down without a single graze.

“PALI!” Some yelled, “You must do it again. Your strategy needs to be perfect!”

Lou pant exhausted, but then regained herself and nodded to the person shouting. Then she took off running. 

“Finally we planned our first attack. We took Camp-half-blood by surprise.”

A boulder shaped like a fist stood in the clearing of a forest. The same forest that nearly surrounded the camp.

There were kids in orange shirts in battle armor, they didn’t even have a second to position themselves—The ground exploded with monsters and demigods in opposing battle armor.

Swords clashed, monsters snarled, and the ground shook as the dead raised. War had begun 

Lou fought and knocked down demigods in a row with her magic mist. 

“We truly thought we were enemies. We were all two sides of the same coin.” 

A demigod came at Lou, she blocked them with her sword and he landed on his butt. She raised her weapon ready to strike when the kid looked up in fear. 

She stopped. 

“At that moment I was thinking that this kid is like me. Scared. On defense. Willing to kill someone because they might kill them first.”

Lou gripped the hilt of her sword, tense and frozen in striking position. The kid didn’t seem to be hellbent on moving.

A shriek caught both of their attention–the ground exploded once more. 

Snakes hissed and twisted above its head, its dark leathery wings stood out stretched. It had a scorpion tail that was oozing with venom. The upper part of it was a humanoid medusa fusion, and the bottom half was shaped like a centaur– except instead of a horse it was a dragon. 

She cracked a whip and shrieked again, “Kill the demigods!”

From Lou’s point of view you could see two demigods, decked out in greek armor and weapons, charging towards she-beast; A girl with familiar blond hair and gray eyes, and a boy by her side with black hair and sea green eyes.

“Percy and Annabeth, they had no trouble diving into battle, sacrificing their lives for the camp. It hit to me… If we were fighting for our greater …Why were we forced to learn all the combat mentally? Why were we pushed to the breaking point? Why were we slaving away for them, bringing back new recruits and risking our lives?”

The mist formed from Lou progressively  fighting till exhaustion. Getting pushed to her limits. Beaten and getting back up without any choice. 

“After that battle, the war climbed to its peak. I felt conflicted. All these questions were constantly on my mind. But I didn’t have the courage to act on it. So I stayed quiet and did what I had to do. I also protected those who were like me, as much as I could anyway…All the way until the war ended.”

Breisa fidget nervously with a loose pant leg, “How did it end?…The war I mean…”

Lou sighed. “It ended with a lot of sacrifice. From both sides. Percy Jackson. He fought tooth and nail to protect this place. They all did. Chiron, Gover, Nico, Clarisse, Beckford, Silena, Rachel…It goes on. But Percy, Annabeth, and Ethan, they were the ones that ended it all.

The kid from before-black hair and sea green eyes, Percy…fighting Luke…his eyes glowed an unnatural gold and his skin was so thin and  ghostly pale.

A shudder overcame Breisa at the sight of possessed Luke—something about someone taking over their entire being was disturbing…and familiar.

The scene changed to a teen with an eyepatch striking Kronos in the neck (who looked mildly betrayed). The blade shattered at the impact and pierced through his armor, the kid grabbed his side in pain.

“Ethan did not end up surviving that strike. The blade went through his stomach. With his last seconds of life his death wish was for all minor gods to be treated better.” Lou’s voice quivered with pain. 

Then Annabeth distracted Kronos with what seemed to be defense sword fighting, tears flowing down her cheeks but her stormy death glare gave no sympathy towards him. She was shouting things to him, and his eyes flickered between gold and sky blue eyes.

“Luke managed to gain most of his consciousness…and he killed Kronos. Like Ethan, he pleaded for all the unclaimed to never go through what he did.” Lou said in a dead voice. 

The mist of Luke faded into a giant building reaching to the sky, where a Greek palace stood.

“When Percy went to Olympus he demanded both Ethan’s and Luke’s terms. The gods agreed to their terms and swore an oath to respect them. And that’s the full story of how we, the unclaimed, got here.” 

Lou’s eyes faded back to normal, the mist from her palms evaporated, and the images disappeared. 

She slumped a bit and reached to rub her temples, “Ooh- I really gotta cut my stories short. That spell takes a lot out of me. Nothing a little healing tea can’t fix.”

Breisa seemed lost in her thoughts as she processed everything Lou told her. 

“Stupid spell, taking more energy than it should.” Lou complained, her voice seemed distant.

After a minute of her sibling’s frustration grumbling, Breisa said, “Were you happy ?”

“...Was I happy?” She echoed, looking at Breisa confused.

“When you got here. After everything.”

“Truthfully, no. I hated this place at first. I even tried to run away a couple of times.” 

“What made you change your mind?” Breisa’s curiosity was showing.

“Mom did.” She answered earnestly, “She said that this was our chance to be safe. That I was no longer a child of war, nor my siblings. For the time being. be prepared for the future. Our kin was coming, with power so chaotic. That person will have to face the greatest enemy. And they would need all the support and help from me and my siblings…I think she was talking about you.”

“So…even though you didn’t know me, you decided to throw yourself as the next Yoda, in another possible war against the enemy?” Breisa said slowly, trying to get clarity. 

“Ok first of all when you put it like that it sounds ridiculous.” Lou puffed. “Second of all, When it comes to being a demigod, there is a lot of baggage. Dangerous supernatural baggage. Having to deal with that on your own, it’s a lot. I didn’t want another sibling to go through what I went through. What we all went through. No one deserves that.”

Breisa felt her heart pang, how could someone she barely knew give so much support and sisterly love to her. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve to be a demigod. 

In fact, none of them deserve all the bad that  happened to them. 

“If mom knew about me,why wasn’t she there? Why didn’t she save you guys? If she’s this all powerful god, how come she's not helping ? Aren’t we her children?” She ranted to Lou, frustration evident in her voice. 

“Gods could not tamper with our fate. The fates plan out our lives. And control over a god’s life. Our life must go according to what it is. Even if they know of our futures. It could lead to drastic consequences if we mess with fortunes. Or the gods sometimes just don’t care” Lou bitterly explained, “Trust me. I’ve had this argument.” 

Briesa didn’t try to hide her disappointment, “So that’s it. I have to go through with this quest without anything. Probably die trying. And possibly end the world.” 

“Not necessarily…” Lou murmured,”I showed you my past so you could understand the dangers. But through the dangers we pulled through. That’s why I want to break down the lines of the prophecy and look into your past.”

“I’m sorry, what now?” Breisa questioned, her head turned up right towards her sister.

“Daughter of twin torches sought to defend. Darkness, fraught in her pieces; Can she amend?’ ” Lou quoted, “Remember those lines?”

“Of course I remember! Scary world ending prophecy! Who could forget that?!” She snapped, “How is looking in my past going to help?!”

“I think you’re ‘pieces’ mean things that make up you. The little things that are you usually come from the past.” Lou explained, “We might find the answers for this quest there.”

Breisa gave her uneasy look. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Lou reassured, stressfully rubbing her temples, “There might be another way to find out about the quest…maybe? I might have time…”

Breisa could feel anxiety radiating off Lou, she was suppressing it.

 ‘There isn’t enough time for her to find something. Right now might be the only chance. She is trying to hide it.’

Breisa sighed, “I can do it. We can look into my past… But only what’s important.” 

“Are you sure?” Lou questioned, very solemn. “We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

She breathed in and exhaled slowly, “I’m sure.” 

“Ok.” Lou walked over to a shelf  and grabbed a silver bowl resting on it, “You need to drink this if we're going to look into your past.” She handed it to Breisa

 She cupped the bowl with her palms, “What is this?” 

“It’s a drink that is supposed to help clear your mind and project your spell casting abilities.” Lou explained, “I made it out of my own herbs. To help show the vision.”

Breisa peaked at the bowl, it was filled a quarter way with  mossy green liquid. “It smells like rainwater and earth.” She tipped it into her mouth, and drank it; quickly her face turned sour, she choked down the liquid.“Ugh! ¡Sabe como nopales!”

Lou grinned a little, “It’s not the best tasting thing in the world. It has more power for mind and body.” 

“I won’t have to be tasting more of that right?” Breisa stuck out her tongue in disgust as she handed the bowl back.

“No. The hard part hasn’t started.” Lou informed, “This spell is not easy to cast. I need you to close your eyes and focus. And I need you to trust me.”

“Ok.” She closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind clear.

“Open your palms outwards. I want you to think of today. Everything that’s happened to you from morning to past few hours.” 

Breisa thought of the morning waking up late and falling off the bed. Rushing to get ready and make it to the bus for the field trip. Not having time to properly brush her hand, getting laughed at and teased by the barbies. Weird dreams.  Leo being a jack-ass. Seeing a goddess. Almost dying twice. Landing at camp half-blood. Using powers she didn’t know she had.

“Now I want you to imagine that everything you’re seeing is being pushed from your brain and attach it to the outside.”

Breisa felt her head ache, her palms began to grow warm, and her eyelids twitched. 

“Now think about more things that have happened to you. Everytime you ever felt you’re emotions got the better of you. Something that made you really feel. But keep your control.”

She remembered meeting a boy with brunette curly hair during lunch, when no one else would sit next to her. He had dark eyes, pointed ears, toothy grin, and rich brown skin. He spoke English as he introduced himself, he understood that common courtesy. Spanish to be sure she understood. When she snapped at him, he got nervous and tried to make her laugh. It worked for a second, she found him somewhat entertaining. But he didn’t know when to stop. He had to keep the joke going. 

She thought about being alone when Tía had dropped her off to the detention ward. When they had searched her and sent her on a prison bus to wilderness school. She only had her jacket backpack filled with the bare minimum, and thick leather strap of the necklace her father had given her.

Then her mind went to her dad. Her dad who always had the warmest smile, strong eyebrows, and crooked nose. Her dad would lift her up when she was down. Her dad who had always danced and sang to Juan Gabriel when he was cooking and cleaning. The same guy with dark lush wavy hair that had started developing gray strands. He had a scruffy beard that he kept in mildly good condition. He always wore a leather pendant with the lady— Guadalupe. He wore it because it reminded him of home. 

Home was very important to him, and he taught her that. 

But then he had to leave home. 

It was Breisa's fault that he had to leave, if she just hadn’t lost control.

Breisa’s eyes snapped open, they glowed unnatural purple.

A scene played out in her mist:

Along a little street in front of a little Knick-knack shop sat dazed, bloody and bruised Breisa. Maybe about ten or twelve years old. (Memories could be fuzzy).

The shop behind her looked like it had been through an earthquake.

Windows were shattered, glass spread across the sidewalk. Over the entrance, the door was slanted off its hinges with claw marks carved into metal.

Inside there were shelves and shelves of wooden and glass objects that had been smashed to the tiles. Cracks spread along the walls and onto the floral tiles. Somewhere mixed with the destroyed objects was gold dust sprinkled everywhere.

Briesa was still lost in her own world.

She snapped out of her daze as dad came speeding down the road. The old pick up truck screeched to a stop.

“¡Mija!” He shouted as he ran up to her and bent down to hold her shoulders, “You’re hurt. Who did this to you? Are you ok?”

She stood silent as her eyes casted down to the floor. “...Dad, I lost control.”

“¿De qué estás hablando? Lost control?” He was confused. Realization occurred to him, “Oh no. Mija…it happened again. Was there anyone inside?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffled, “I tried to keep my cool. They wouldn’t stop. They kept making me mad. They said stuff like ‘Estas maldita! Un bruja! No wonder you don’t have a mom.’  I just couldn’t keep my control. Lo siento.”

He pulled her into a tight hug, “Ay dios. Mi vida I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. It’s not your fault. Les hubiera dado una paliza a esos niños.”

She half snorted and sobbed into his shoulder sleeve, “De verdad?”

“Sí. De verdad.” He smiled half-heartily and patted her back lightly, “We should get going. Who knows who could have seen you. Come on let’s—“

Somewhere nearby a siren wailed in the distance, blue and red lights flashed. 

“Mierda.” Breisa’s dad cursed under his breath. 

A cop car pulled in next to her dad, on the side it read City sheriff. 

An older man— maybe a bit older than dad at the time—with an army buzz haircut stepped out of the car.

Automatically Breisa recognized him. Sheriff Wilson. He gave everyone on this block a hard time.

“Alessandro.” He called, pointing to the shop, “Mind explaining what the hell this is?”

“Breisa, Quédate aquí.” Her dad gave her shoulders a squeeze and went over without his hands above his head.

She watched as they conversed, both getting equally frustrated with one another. She tried to listen to a few words all she could catch was “You people…Justice…served…my only hija…punishment…at least …someone…look after her.” Finally after a few minutes, her dad came back looking relief but defeated.

“Dad? What’s going on?” She asked worriedly.

“Sheriff Wilson…he came to see what caused the damage. Alguien al otro lado…erm…called when the shop came down. I’m guessing someone different, since someone else saw you and called me.” He sighed heavily, “He came with the attention of arresting someone.”

Breisa paled and chewed her lip nervously. 

“But I came with a compromise. Mejor para ti.” He attempted to calm her down as he sat next to her, “We just have to call Tía Celica and wait for her to get here, M’kay?”

Breisa felt her eyes burn as she tried to keep her tears at bay. The scene began to change.

An old car parked on the side of Breisa’s dad’s car and sheriff's car. It looked like a (convertible Breisa wasn’t too familiar with cars), and it was dark blue. A Woman with dark hair tied into a sloppy bun stepped out. She had the same strong brow and crooked nose as her dad. She wore simple jeans and a sweater. 

“Mateo!” She called out to him, “I got your call. I came as soon as I could.”

“Celia, thank god you’re here” Dad sighed exasperated.

“¿Cuánto tiempo tienes? ¿Tienes todo en orden?” She sounded serious.

“Tengo uno o dos días para poner mis documentos oficiales en orden.” He explained, “I can figure all that stuff out. Pero lo que de verdad me preocupa, es mi hija.”

They both turned to Breisa on the curb, her hands ringed together anxiously. She was trying to listen to the conversation.

 “Mateo. ¿Qué más puedes hacer?” Tía Celia put a hand on his shoulder and lead them out of earshot. “Esto es lo mejor para ella.” 

“Tiene razón.” He sighed, “Let me just say goodbye.”

He walked over and sat down next to Breisa. 

“What’s going on dad?” She asked, “I heard you and Tìa talking.” 

“Were you able to make out what we said?” 

She shook her head. 

“You need to get better at your Spanish then.” He chuckled softly trying to break the tension. She didn’t even quirk a smile. “But uhm…I am gonna be away for a while. I want you to stay with your Tìa…she’ll take care of you while I am gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean?” Breisa’s eyes frantically look between her dad and Tía near the convertible. 

“It’s part of the compromise I made with the sheriff.” He stared down the cop car, “Instead of him charging and arresting you. He’s gonna take me.”

“No!” She cried, “I don’t want that! He can’t do that! I’m the one who did th—”

“Mija, por favor!” He shushed her, keeping an eye on the sheriff, “This isn’t something I want to argue with you about. This is for your safety. They can’t know what happened. Keeping your emotions under control—it’s very hard. But the minute you lose control. It’s over. I'd rather let them take me than to take you.”

She sniffed trying to keep herself from bawling uncontrollably.  

“There’s something I want you to have.” He pulled something from the pocket of his jacket, “I wanted to give this to you for your birthday, sooner than expected…But it’s so you have something to think of home.”

He outstretched his palm to her. Inside it was a chunky leather necklace strap, it  was connected to a silver centerpiece. Engraved in the bail, that held the centerpiece, were the letters B.P.A. -Breisa’s initials. 

“It’s missing the middle because your mother… she had her own gift to give you.” Her dad seemed wistful. Whenever he talked about mom (which oftentimes) he’d get all heartfelt and nostalgic. “She’d believed at a certain point in your life, this necklace would help you.

‘It would come together for her.’ She’d say. I didn’t have a clue what she meant. But I have a feeling right now is a better time than ever. ”

Breisa stared at his outstretched hand, “Dad…I don’t deserve this. I shouldn’t have this.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “Mi vida, you deserve everything the world and what I have to offer. Don’t ever think you deserve any less. Eres valiente, inteligente, y hermosa. Te quiero mucho, mija…don’t ever forget that, ok?”

“Ok.” She said, as the tears flowed down her cheeks and she grasped the necklace from him. 

The mist swirled and made Breisa’s vision fade away. She couldn’t stop herself from crying. Even when Lou jumped up and hugged her. 

~

Later she had calmed down. Still Lou was apologizing profoundly. “I’m sorry. That was too much. I shouldn’t have pushed you to have a vision. Especially one like that.”

“It’s ok.” Breisa reassured, although more for Lou than herself. “We found what we needed. Or at least something that could help me on this quest.”

She held up the necklace from the vision with the same chunky leather strap and silver bail with her initials. And in the centerpiece, instead of it being empty, it held a piece of stone with a weird inscription carved into it. 

“We could figure it out in the morning.” Lou promised as she placed her book and bowl back, “You should head to bed.”

“Yeah, I will.” Breisa walked out from Lou’s room, “Night Lou.” 

“Night.” She called back.

As Breisa wandered down the hallway, she glanced at the necklace continuously.

 Somehow she could feel small energy, almost like her magic, emitting from the necklace.

-

Translations

NO MAMES WEY - No fucking way

Sabe como nopales - tastes like catus

Mija- darling (Platonic term of indearment)

¿De qué estás hablando? - What are you talking about?

Bruja- witch

Lo siento- I'm sorry

Ay dios - Oh my god

Mi vida- My life

Les hubiera dado una paliza a esos niños - I would have beaten those kids up

De verdad?- Really

Mérida- shit

Quédate aquí- stay here

Mejor para ti- better for you

Cuánto tiempo tienes? - How much time do you have

¿Tienes todo en orden? - do you have everything in order

Tengo uno o dos días para poner mis documentos oficiales en orden - I have a day or two to get everything in order

Pero lo que realmente me preocupa a mi hija - But what really worries me is my daughter

¿Qué más puedes hacer? - what else could you do?

Esto es lo mejor para ella- This is better for her

Tiene razón - you're right

Eres valiente, inteligente, y hermosa - you're brave, smart, and beautiful

Te quiero mucho, mija - I love you so much, dear

(A/N: Merry Late Christmas 🎄 and Happy New year 🎊 y’all ! Sorry this took so long to update, writers block hit me like a truck. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I worked really hard to come up with a backstory for breisa and explore more of Lou’s character. I plan to update again in a week or two, still trying to figure out a schedule that works for me - socially awkward nerd :)

#pjo universe #pjo tumblr #hoo #hoo fic #heroes of olympus #lost hero #leo valdez #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x fem! reader #spanish speaking oc #poc oc #fem! oc #piper mclean #jason grace #lou ellen blackstone #annabeth chase #percy jackson #luke castellan #alabaster torrington #ethan nakamura #grover underwood #nico di angelo #charles beckendorf #clarisse la rue #selina beauregard #chiron #camp half blood #alternate canon #oc x canon #hecate cabin

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Helloo!! Could you write Gn!reader x Ethan Nakamura headcanons where they go from enemies to lovers? Not only that but reader is still in CHB which is why they're enemies at first. Don't be afraid to fully put all your thoughts, I'd love to hear them! 🫶 Thank you so much.

a/n: Sorry that this took so long to write. For some reason writing headcannons is way harder for me than actual fics. I still hope you enjoy them <33

warnings: none, light mention of bullying (barely really), mention of family issues and trauma (no detail or description just that he has it), my headcannons are bad

- i think until the battle of new york they only knew about ethan from waht percy and annabeth told them. 

- knowing his reasonings they probably felt kind of sorry for him but it wasnt enough to make it okay in their eyes.

-during the battle they fought each other at least once and they recognized him because of the eyepatch.

-when ethan somehow survives the final fight with kronos and is at camp again, they are still really wary of him.

-ethan honestly is trying to redeem himself and is helping in camp whereever he can.

-at some point they are sparring together and get to talking, and realize that they have a lot in common, and ethan explains a little more  why he joined kronos and about his past, etc.

-i feel like when you are finally civil with each other you would become friend pretty quickly

-he feels like he can actually trust you, especially if are also a child of a minor god, because you can understand his feelings pretty well

-at some point you develop feelings for each other but both of you are oblivious idiots and need some talking to from each of your friends to realize it.

-you think your friendship is already to fragile because of how it came to be, so you dont want to risk it by telling him about your feelings.

-it kind of slips out when one of you gets hurt during capture the flag.

-now onto your relationship:

-honestly you fit realy great together, weither you are really similar and kind of scary when you're together or you're polar opposites, somehow it just makes sense.

-being a son of nemesis he would probably take revenge on anyone that is mean to you because you didnt deserve it.

-i feel like he would be kind of scared of intimicy and especially PDA at first, but after some time he gets more used to it.

-at that point he would seek out physical contact with you. Holding your hand, having his arm around your shoulder or waist, just anything to touch you.

-i also think he has severe abonment issues so that also plays a part in the touching. he is constantly trying to make sure that you dont leave him.

- he loves hugs, hug him. The first time you did, he almost cried because it had been so long.

-hes got so many issues and so much rauma honestly just help that man

-he loves kisses

-kiss him

-go on

#writing #reader insert #pjo x reader #fanfic #gn reader #ethan nakamura #ethan nakamura x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader

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Look What You’ve Done

Ethan Nakamura x Reader

a/n: no warnings; i’m kinda sad rn and this is just like a celebration fic of disney+ confirming the new pjo show! also, ethan deserved better and there isn’t a whole lot of love out for him so here lol. inspired by the song.

Ethan had fucked up.

But duh, we already knew that. Right?

Yeah.

But also, what we didn’t know was that Ethan had to fuck up in order to get where he is now. In... dare I say Elysium.

And, of course, he had to fuck up in order to meet you - but again, we knew that one.

But you? Well, you didn’t fuck up. Not one bit. And sometimes it made Ethan question the gods above him (which he promised to never do again and now hated to admit) because why? Why you? Why him? I mean, you’re perfect. Light, even.

And Ethan... well, Ethan is just the opposite, really.

So no, he doesn’t deserve you. Not really. Not in his eyes.

But in yours? Oh, in your eyes Ethan is perfect. He is the one. He’s the only person who your demons can dance with; the only person you truly feel needs you and loves you for yourself.

But no, Ethan doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know that you’re slowly breaking when he shuts himself out from you.

He doesn’t see it.

Or maybe he doesn’t believe it.

But his friends see it. Luke and Silena and Beckendorf all see it and they hate it. They want to scream at Ethan, shake some sense into him and make him realize that yeah, you do love him!

But they can’t, so they won’t. And again, Ethan fucks it all up.

#charles beckendorf #ethan nakamura #Ethan nakamura x reader #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #silena beauregard #luke castellan #rick riordan #Ethan x reader #angst

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platonic!ethan nakamura x reader

shy!ethan nakamura x reader

#ethan nakamura masterlist<3 #ethan nakamura masterlist #ethan nakamura #ethan nakamura x reader #ethan nakamura x fem reader #ethan nakamura x gn reader #platonic ethan nakamura #platonic reader #platonic fics #ethan nakamura blurb #ethan nakamura oneshot #ethan nakamura fanfic #ethan nakamura headcanon #ethan nakamura fic #ethan nakamura imagine

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

DC

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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