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In the Scheme of the Multiverse

Characters: Maribel (OFC), Tom, Andrew & Tobey!Spidermans, MJ, Ned, Strange

Summary: Three Peter Parkers are united to help cure their enemies to save one world. Maribel Jenavid, a Multiverse expert, aids them in their quest despite growing weaker as the multiverse cracks. In the process, she learns about her other doppelgangers, more specifically Peter 3's best friend "Mar" who inexplicably cut ties with him. Maribel then reveals the secret her doppelganger kept that could change Peter's entire perspective.

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Continues in Part 2

A/N: In which I screw the itty details of the plot to fit my story :)

Part 1

Stuck in a different world was something Peter never thought he would have to deal with. Although, the mere idea that the multiverse was real was beyond exhilarating — it was perhaps the first time in a long time that he felt that kind of emotion. All he could do for the moment was stick to the shadows until he found someone who could help him.

And then he stepped out of the shadows and suddenly there were mobs of people, some angry — some trying to help him out? — trying to grab him on the street. Peter had no idea what to do except to literally swing out of there…and then someone grabbed his arm…and someone else grabbed his other arm. The crowd was going to swallow him in the middle of the street.

"HEY!" He managed to hear in the midst of all the chaos.

The mob of people froze in their tracks when a blinding light zapped on the side. All they saw were the remnants of some kind of white portal closing in on itself. At the same time, another portal opened up right behind them. Peter jumped with the foreign touch of hands on his shoulders.

"You're coming with me!" He heard before the light consumed his vision.

Next thing he knew, he was in an alleyway, stumbling away from the pair of hands.

"It's alright, I'm a friend," the voice, now clearly a woman, told him as he came to a stop.

He breathed hard, in and out, and stared at the woman through his mask. She herself wore one — a deep blue and white super suit — as well. Her long black hair cascaded over her chest and even behind the mask, he could see bright blue eyes curiously watching him back.

She raised her hands in front of her. "Friend," she repeated.

"Did you — was that light —" Peter spun around trying to catch sight of the white light he saw a minute ago. "Where'd it go!? Who the — was that you!?" He finally faced the woman again.

The woman nodded slowly. "I get it, multiverse conundrum is confusing and scary for those who are dragged into it. You happened to land in the one universe where Spiderman is basically a fugitive of the law."

"Not as crazy as you think," Peter had to say, "I'm more stuck on the fact that there's a multiverse and…" He paused for a second and gazed at the woman again, "You know about it. You know I'm not from here?"

"Mhm," the woman nodded.

"How?"

"Well, for starters, I actually know Spiderman from this world. And you —" she pointed at him, "—are a couple inches too tall. Plus, your suit's all wrong."

"Hey!" Peter's hands flung to his chest as he checked out his suit.

"And crossing the multiverse is sort of what I do," the woman finished off with a bang.

Peter dropped his arms on his sides, mouth gaping open behind his mask. "What? You cross worlds?"

The woman nodded. "Aha, my neat little trick if you'd like to give it a name. I felt the disturbance as soon as the others started coming in."

"Others?"

"Others." The woman looked up at the dark night sky. "Sorry it took me so long to find you. I've been trying to track you guys but I think Peter's pretty much gathered them all. There's too many for me to individually single out."

"You still sort of saved me," Peter had to give the woman her credit. "With your…multiverse powers…?"

The woman chuckled lightly. "Take it in, I know it's hard. You deserve 5 minutes of processing."

But of course those 5 minutes were interrupted when an orange portal swirled opened into existence. Peter straightened up immediately, ready for the fight that time. The woman, however, turned around calmly.

"Oh, that makes sense," she remarked.

Peter did a double take at her, finally noticing that she was not frightened nor alarmed by the portal. "What does?"

"The Sorcerers are getting involved now," she mumbled and started moving towards the portals, "This is their mess."

"Peter! Peter!" Someone called from the other end of the portal.

The woman came to a stop, once again tilting her head.

"Peter, c'mon!"

"Are they calling…me?" Peter pointed at himself, suddenly placing all of his trust on the woman in front of him.

"Yes…and no…" the woman said slowly.

"Bel-bel!?"

The woman let out a breathy laugh. "How did these idiots get a hold of that!?"

Peter felt the entire atmosphere change all of a sudden. The woman continued to walk forwards, more casual now and gestured to him to follow her.

"Maribel! Thank God!" MJ ran up to the woman as soon as she crossed through the portal and threw her arms around the woman for a hug. "Thank God you found him!"

"Again — yes and no…" 'Maribel' said slowly and prompted MJ to let her go.

Ned was still holding the portal open when Peter crossed through. Like everyone else, Ned knew that was not his best friend.

"Maribel…" MJ stepped back to stand with Ned, her eyes locked on the Spiderman-suited man who was not Spiderman.

Peter, meanwhile, was preoccupied with the little that he heard. "Maribel?"

"And there goes secret identities," Maribel said with a light sigh. She pulled her mask off from her face and revealed herself.

Out of shock, Peter did the same thing and yanked his mask off. His eyes were wide to the brim. "Maribel?" This had to be dumb luck.

Maribel raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm getting the sense that you know me."

Peter nodded slowly.

"Well we don't know him! Who is he!?" MJ exclaimed, her brow furrowing at Peter. "Who are you!?"

"I'm Peter Parker," the young man introduced himself, although his gaze seemed permanently stuck on Maribel.

"No, you're not," MJ shook her head fervently.

"Oh, yes he is," Maribel said, coming by the girl's side and resting a hand on her shoulder. "Because just like everyone else, Peter — our Peter — has doppelgangers."

"I thought doppelganger were supposed to be look the same…" Ned remarked.

"Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't," Maribel shrugged, "There are versions of ourselves in every world — sometimes even in the opposite sex. It's a whole complicated mess you don't need to worry about. What I need to know is what the hell have you been up to?" She turned on the two teenagers with a motherly disapproving stare. "Aren't you idiots weeks from graduation?"

"W-well, yeah, but…things happened…" Ned said, bringing his hands in front of himself. "Bad things…"

"Peter had Dr. Strange try doing a spell that would make everyone forget that he was spiderman but it sort of went wrong and it started pulling people from other worlds who knew Peter Parker instead," MJ said in one long, rushed ramble.

Maribel brought her hand to her forehead and rubbed it. "You are idiots. And I'm sorry —" she suddenly exclaimed, "—but Strange went for this idea!? Where the hell is he right now!? Why isn't he fixing it!?"

MJ exchanged looks with Ned, both clearing agreeing not to answer.

Maribel raised an eyebrow at the pair. "What?" She demanded, her voice hard.

"It's just…" MJ fiddled her fingers together, "Peter sort of left him…in another location…possibly Siberia? I don't know."

Maribel gaped. "What!?"

"But it's okay because now you're here!" MJ once again threw her arms around Maribel. "And you can cross worlds and use your powers to help fix this! Please fix this!"

"Wait a minute!" Peter finally called, waving his hands above his head. He claimed everyone's attention. "What the hell are you talking about!? Maribel — please just answer me."

"And where'd you find this guy?" Ned asked Maribel and jerked a thumb at Peter.

Maribel sighed as she detached herself from MJ's grip. "I found him on the streets escaping the mob of people who now hate Spiderman. I'm getting senses everywhere right now. My radar's going haywire." She turned towards Peter, offering the confused man a soft smile. "You know me, right?"

Peter nodded silently. It was exceptionally fascinating Maribel looked exactly the same as the version that he knew. The suit and the powers were quite literally out of this world but everything else about her was the same. It was comforting…in the midst of all the chaos.

"My name's Maribel Jenavid," she walked up to Peter and held a hand out, "And I promise you that in this world, we can be friends too. You can trust me."

"But can we trust him?" MJ said defensively.

"Yes," Peter said, offended at the insinuation. "I am Peter Parker!"

"He is," Maribel said calmly, "Just not from here and given the recent events that happened — yes, I've seen the news —" MJ and Ned shut down very quickly, "—I don't think we have time to argue about this. Trust me, I'm the multiverse expert."

"How?" Peter found himself asking. He kept looking at Maribel from head to toe, trying to make sense of it all.

Maribel shrugged. "Always been like that. Born with it."

Peter raised an eyebrow at her. "Born with it?" Maribel nodded and just as he was about to ask more things, Maribel turned to the teens.

"We need to find Peter now," she told them, "In his state, he can do some damage."

MJ and Ned agreed and started explaining to Maribel that had been their plan all along and that they had instead brought a different Peter to them. Maribel understood the mechanics of sorcery was not at all on Ned's resume but motivated him to try again. He was, after all, Peter's best friend. So, he did try again.

And he somehow brought in another Peter Parker, this one slightly older than the Peter with Maribel.

"Oh dear Lord," Maribel slapped a hand over her forehead.

MJ looked ready to murder Ned. "DUDE!"

"I'm trying!" Ned said helplessly.

"MJ?" The third Peter gazed at Maribel profusely, seeming fascinated.

"MJ?" The Peter that had come with Maribel stared in confusion.

Maribel flipped her head between the two Peters, bemused herself. "Maribel Jenavid," she told the confused Peter, "Maribel — M — Jenavid — J. MJ," she smiled, "Michelle Jones over here," she gestured towards MJ, "saw that little tidbit. She sees things that others don't. We're the two MJs."

MJ raised her hand in the peace gesture.

Maribel then looked over at the third Peter. "But how did you know that?"

Third Peter's eyebrows raised as his lips curved into a wide, knowing smile. "You're MJ," he said simply like that would answer the question completely.

Maribel deadpanned the man, figuring that was all she was going to get out of him for the moment. "Anyways," she said sharply, eyes flickering to the group, "We still need to find the other Peter. Can we please do that now?"

Everyone agreed and started discussing what places this earth's Peter would go to. With two more Peters on the clock, they were able to deduce a spot that could potentially lead to the last Peter.

Maribel paved the way with a portal, once again exhibiting her powers. They found Peter on the rooftop of his high school, mourning (in the worst way possible) his aunt's death. They were only barely able to convince their Peter not to send every multiverse guest back to their own world.

They headed downstairs where they picked up on the previous plans to finish curing the other guests. Maribel had no idea about the plans and yet wasn't surprised the teens had come up with it in the first place. Their hearts were always in the right places, no matter how messy the circumstances got.

Maribel was all set to help with whatever she could, though she confessed she had no real knowledge about scientific cures. She instead set out to help the younger ones and with that left the school lab for a few minutes. She returned with a first aid kit for the youngest Peter and with MJ's help, she patched him up as best as she could.

"You'll be okay but you need to stop moving so much," Maribel chuckled as Peter winced each time they touched his skin. Granted he was overly hurt this time but there was a limit and he was crossing it.

"Thanks, Mar," Peter mumbled.

Maribel gently hooked her finger under his chin and tilted his head up. "That's nurse Mar to you, mister." She happened to look up and noticed the other Peters looking at them. She bared a small smile at them and motioned MJ to take over. She figured they needed to talk anyway.

Maribel walked a little a while away when she felt her stomach flip. The echoes of it spread throughout her body, making it harder to reach the windows in the room. She gazed up at the sky and wondered where the cracks were coming from this time, and who was coming out of them. She wrapped an arm around her stomach, focusing on her breathing until she could feel normal again.

"Mar?"

Maribel glanced over her shoulder. The Peter she'd found was approaching her cautiously.

"I-I mean Maribel…yeah…" He said with a hitched breath, "Yeah…" He stuck his hands inside the white lab coat he'd taken from the cabinet. It was way better than parading around in his suit. "Are you okay? You seem a little…off…?"

Maribel nodded and unwrapped her arm from her waist. "I'm, um, well…I'm connected to the multiverse and its stability. Right now, it's cracking in places so when it cracks…I feel them. And there's multiple cracks right now."

Peter's eyebrows shot up. "Oh my God — it's hurting you!?" Should she be the one getting patched up!?

Maribel let out a quiet chuckle. "I'm okay, just…just like a light cold, you know?"

"But the logic is, the more trouble the multiverse is in, the more trouble you're in," Peter said, "And it's like you said, there's multiple cracks right now."

Maribel still dismissed the matter with a wave of her hand. "Why not instead tell me how you know me, hm? I'm always curious to know what my doppelgangers are like. Are we friends?"

Peter lowered his head instantly. "Um…sort of…"

"Sort of?"

"Well, it's complicated…" Peter sighed, "Mar — Maribel — and I…we used to be friends…"

Maribel paused and turned to face Peter. Suddenly she wasn't very eager about her other self. "What do you mean? Are we not — we're not friends?"

Peter sighed and shook his head. "No."

"But…but why?" Maribel glanced over at her Peter, unable to believe there was a version of her who decided not to be friends with him anymore.

Peter gave a long shrug of his shoulders, still looking pretty hurt over the fact. His lips pursed together while he thought about the question he never really found an answer to. "Dunno," he ultimately said, "I mean, we were close friends. We had a group — me, her, our friend Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn and we were all good." Peter stopped for a second to gauge Maribel's reaction at the new names. She was all blank. Peter should have figured and because he hadn't, he looked between Maribel and his counterpart with his friends. "Okay, how do you know them?" He asked helplessly. "No offense but you're older than them? What, you tutor them?"

Maribel smiled sadly. "It's a long story. We-we fought on the same side…then aliens happened and-and time travel and…suddenly, the people Peter looked up to died. The remaining adults either died or they're just somewhere else and I have no idea what Dr. Strange is doing right now so…so I guess I just sort of saw myself as the only remaining adult in their lives," Maribel gazed at her young friends, her smile fading away, "They're still so young and…" she shrugged, "I couldn't turn my head away. Plus, I'm sort of a teacher so this is like an extension of my job."

Peter nodded. He respected Maribel about ten times more now. It seemed like the kind of thing she would do.

"What about you?" Maribel surprised him with the sudden question. "What-what happened between us? Did we get into a fight?"

Peter had to shrug again, and sadly. "No, no, there was…there was never any argument, no fighting. One day she just…stopped hanging out with us. First it was excuses that she couldn't meet with us or suddenly she had last minute changes. Then, she just stopped answering our calls and our texts. At school she would sit far away from us, go in the opposite direction." Peter had missed Maribel's strange gaze the more he thought about those moments. The pain in his heart still felt pretty raw. "In retrospect I could have done more but then I became, you know, Spiderman and I had new things to handle and deal with. I-I lost my uncle, and-and then we lost Gwen. Harry and I couldn't cope and Mar, she just — she just slipped through the cracks." Peter's eyes watered up real fast, the emotions taking him over in record time that it concerned Maribel for a second. "I should have paid more attention to her but I — there was so much going on and…now it's too late. Me being Spiderman is what killed one of my friends. I think Mar is just better being away from me."

Maribel could only wonder what that must have been like, going through one loss after that other. For this Peter, it was obvious that the hurt was still like it had just happened yesterday.

"I don't believe that," she said calmly, her lips spreading into a soft smile, "Because you seem like the type who would do anything to protect their friends. I don't know what the other me is like but I want to believe that we have something in common."

"Yeah?"

Maribel nodded. "It's that we would do anything to protect the people we care about too. Do you know where my family is right now?"

"Um, no…"

"They're far away from me because I would rather they think that I ran away than have them know what I do." Maribel raised her hands, allowing her energy to swirl around her fingers. "And do you know when I left them and my friends?"

Peter felt a dread start up in his stomach. "When?" He swallowed hard.

Maribel knew that he knew what was coming. Her smile curved down sadly. "When I was in high school. Senior year."

Peter actually felt the air leave his lungs. He stared long and hard at Maribel as if begging her to say that it wasn't true, that he hadn't missed that too. But Maribel — his Maribel — had stopped talking to him so suddenly. Whenever he managed to find a moment with her, she was so nervous — almost terrified — and she never touched him. Her hands were always behind her back, in her pockets, or her arms were crossed super tightly. Had he really been that engulfed with his own issues that he had missed the fact one of his best friends had developed powers?

Maribel could only watch so much of Peter falling deep into thoughts, no doubt of self guilt. "You couldn't have known," she said simply, "I am an exceptional liar. Duped everyone."

"Not me," said Peter, his voice short of breaking, "She wasn't supposed to dupe me."

"Don't take it personal," Maribel said, "If she was like me, then her powers must have been explosive. They were disastrous, Peter. She just wanted to keep you safe."

Peter would argue the hell out of that if he hadn't done the same thing. Spiderman was the reason Gwen died and even before that, he had thought it was just a safer idea to keep Maribel away. She got to live her life without interruptions, unlike Gwen and Harry who constantly had to stop what they were doing to help him deal with Spiderman stuff.

Maribel didn't know what else to say at this point. Her doppelganger had done exactly what she did on this earth and, like her, there were probably no regrets.

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly, knowing her question beyond stupid. It just gave her the excuse to keep talking to him.

Peter gave her a weak nod. "Yeah…" He mumbled. He walked away from her without so much of a glance in her direction. Somehow, it still sort of hurt Maribel. Her doppelganger made the call and she was paying for it.

~ 0 ~

A half hour had passed since the group got started on the series of cures. Maribel had left the lab a while ago, muttering something about a water cup. And as much distance as she had put between them, it didn't do anything for the Peter she had spoken with.

He couldn't get it out of his head that Mar had lied to him — had lied to everyone. She had cut off ties with everyone around her, and no doubt with her own family. If Peter remembered correctly, last time he heard, as soon as they graduated high school she had moved out of her parents' home and gotten a casual job somewhere in the city. He was guilty of never even trying to talk to her after graduation; Gwen and Harry did once but neither had been successful. Maribel turned both away.

All of those thoughts slowed his work down significantly. Each time Peter caught himself, he reprimanded himself and vowed to pick up his pace…only to repeat the cycle again.

"You okay?"

Peter realized he'd been staring way too much at the beakers in front of him then looked up to see the eldest of the doppelgangers smiling gently at him.

"Sorry," Peter shifted in his stool, straightening his body up to continue working.

Older Peter rested a hand on his shoulder. "What exactly did MJ tell you? Changed your whole atmosphere…"

"MJ?" Peter's head turned to the teenage MJ still sitting beside her boyfriend at the table ahead of them.

"No, the other one. Maribel," older Peter corrected himself, his smile turning into a chuckle, "Sorry, I'm not used to calling her that."

Peter's face scrunched and he finally turned his body to face the other Peter. "Wait a minute, how do you know her?"

Older Peter's smile was wide like a child facing a shelf of candy. "We go way back," he replied, "MJ — Maribel — and I were friends in high school."

A sourness took over Peter's face as he remembered what Maribel told him. "She didn't cut you out of her life then?"

Older Peter raised an eyebrow at his younger doppelganger. "What?"

Peter looked away. "Mar used to be one of my best friends too…and then one day she wasn't. Now I find out that she has these super powers and that she felt the need to distance herself from me and from the rest of our friends." With the silence that had fallen between them, Peter glanced at his doppelganger to see the latter not as shocked as one would have thought. It took very little for Peter to realize the doppelganger wasn't surprised because he already knew. "Did she—"

"I didn't let her," older Peter said quietly, "And that's not to say that you did something wrong. MJ was just different."

"How?" Peter asked warily.

"Looking at this doppelganger—" older Peter made a gesture to the open doorway," —this MJ has far stronger powers than my MJ. Her powers weren't as developed — they aren't. Most she can do is teleport. Things were different, easier, but it still took some work. Now we're finally somewhere good." The way he smiled led Peter to wonder just how "good" that place was.

In the end, Peter shook his head and turned back to his work on the table. "Doesn't matter. Haven't seen her in a long time now."

"I wouldn't give up," older Peter said, "Because if she's still alive, then she's still in your reach. Fair game."

"Fair game," Peter mumbled to himself with a light chuckle. He supposed that was right in some way.

"Maribel!" Ned exclaimed when the woman appeared under the doorway.

"What?" she sipped from a scratched up blue water cup. Even some of the stickers covering the entire thing were old and missing parts.

"You seriously went looking for that thing?" The youngest Peter looked at her strangely.

"Shut up," Maribel pointed at him then took another sip, "Mr. Lopez confiscated it from me for one stupid inappropriate sticker."

"So?" Youngest Peter shrugged. "He confiscates things from everyone here."

Maribel's face was entirely flat. "I'm a volunteer," she reminded sharply. "I'm—oh!" Her legs buckled and only barely managed to sustain herself against the door hinges.

"Maribel!" The group of teenagers dashed over to her, leaving the other Peters to stare bewilderedly

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Maribel assured them but she hadn't even felt when MJ took her water cup right out of her hand. "It's the multiverse — it's getting worse…"

Peter and Ned helped her walk to the closest stool and sat her down. MJ put the water cup on the table behind them.

"What's she talking about?" Oldest Peter asked, coming around the tables towards the group.

"Maribel's connected to the multiverse," youngest Peter explained, gaze fixated on the woman who was regulating her own breathing. "Each time there's a crack, she feels it." The guilt inside him was getting bigger and bigger. He wished he could take back everything that was happening. Everyone else was paying for his mistakes.

"I will be fine," Maribel insisted, reaching over for her water cup, "I'm just a little tired. How are the cures coming along?"

"We're almost done," youngest Peter said, "And then we're going to fix everything, okay?" He rested a hand on Maribel's shoulder. "You're going to be okay, Maribel, I swear."

Maribel nodded, smiling gently at him. "I know that, silly."

"And after this, we're all going to buy you big bouquets of sunflowers," youngest Peter rallied his friends to agree with him, which they did with the same comedic fervent nods.

Maribel laughed. Sunflowers were her favorite flowers. "Yeah, alright. Let's get back to work now."

There was nothing else to do except for that. Time was still running, after all.

~ 0 ~

"They're going to crucify you for using that place as the point of your fight," Maribel told the youngest Peter when he told the group where they would lure the misfits. "The Statue of Liberty is still being renovated."

Peter knew she had a point but he couldn't stop to think of another place just to avoid some more bad press. "It has to be there."

Maribel shook her head and walked to the table where her water cup stood, slightly wobbly on her feet.

"Hey Peter, here's your web cartridges," Ned stopped beside Peter with the cartridges.

"Oh, thanks, man," Peter said, taking the cartridges excitedly.

The oldest Peter looked at the cartridge curiously. "What's that for?"

"Uh, it's my web fluid. It's for my web shooters…" the youngest Peter answered slowly, growing confused, "Why?"

Instead of verbally answering, the oldest Peter fired a web out of his wrist. The shock of it racing past Maribel scared her into dropping her water cup.

"HEY!" She cried.

"Sorry MJ…" The oldest Peter made a face, quickly bringing his hands behind his back.

"That came out of you!?" Ned's mouth dropped open, as well as everyone else's.

"Yeah. You can't do that, huh?"

"No," went both Peter's collectively.

"Peter!" Maribel exclaimed, earning all three doppelgangers' 'what?' in return. She groaned. "I'm not doing this. Peter 1!" She pointed at the youngest Peter then moved her finger towards the eldest doppelganger. "Peter 2!" Her finger then moved to the last Peter. "And Peter 3! There! Got it?"

"Wait, why is he Peter 1?" asked the eldest doppelganger.

"Because he's the Peter of this world. You're the oldest, so you're 2 and then that just leaves number 3 for you," Maribel said, smiling awkwardly at Peter 3.

Out of everything that was wrong with the world, Peter 3 thought this was by far the lowest on his problem scale. "Fine, whatever," he shrugged.

Maribel silently sighed to herself. He had yet to direct a word to her since their conversation. She thought this would be a source of an argument. "Anyways, I was just going to ask for a refill on my water." She brought the group's attention to the water on the floor in front of her, her water cup on the side.

"Sorry…" Peter 2 felt the need to say again.

Maribel afforded him a small smile. "I'll survive."

"Anyway," Peter 1 said sharply, "we're getting sidetracked. Look, this is where we're gonna do this, okay? It's isolated, so no one should get hurt. We draw them there with the box, it's the one thing they all want. All we have to do is figure out how we're gonna get there."

"I can literally teleport," Maribel said with a hand raised in the air.

"Nu-uh," Peter 1 shook his head.

"What?"

"You're connected to the multiverse and you're feeling every crack in it. You're getting weaker," Peter 1 said, side glancing at MJ and Ned. They nodded, encouraging him to keep going. "You're not going to use your powers. I don't want you getting hurt."

"What?" Maribel frowned.

"He's right," MJ said, "You should stay out of it with us."

Maribel rolled her eyes. "Then how else do you propose we get there?"

"Oh, we can portal there!" Ned said suddenly, having thought about it at that moment.

"No! You barely know how to use that!"

"Wait, what?" Peter 1 looked between Maribel and Ned.

"I'm magic now," Ned said excitedly.

"No, he's not," Maribel said at the same time MJ agreed with Ned.

"Yeah, no, no. He's right. He can!"

"No—"

"Yeah, we saw him," Peter 2 nodded.

"Yeah. He is," Peter 3 also chimed in.

Maribel groaned. "That's not magic — that was dumb luck! And you two—" she pointed at Peter 1 and Ned, "—better hope Dr. Strange doesn't portal you to frikin Antarctica!"

Peter 1 understood nothing except that his best friend suddenly had magic powers.

"I can do it," Ned insisted, turning to Leter 1, "And I promise you...I won't turn into a supervillain and try to kill you."

Peter 3 reached over to pat Ned on the back, nodding in approval.

Peter 1 was so utterly lost. "O-kay...thank... you? Um...alright. Here goes nothing. What's that thing you always say?" He glanced at MJ. "If you expect disappointment…"

"No, no, no…" MJ shook her head, "We gotta kick some ass."

"Cure. Cure some ass," Peter 2 corrected.

Ned grinned. "Cure that ass!"

"This is insane!" Maribel huffed as the decision to keep her out of the fight was finalized.

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libby-is-a-idoit · 1 year

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Where have I been?

Hello everyone,it's Libby here,and I'm back!

Well,kinda..

When I started this tumblr acc I was so excited to get requests,write and do so much more,but as time has gone on,and my lack of attention to work and much more,I have decided that, untill further notice this ACC is now closed..I tried so hard to keep up,but sometimes,when things come and go,so does hobbies and interests and much more.

Now,I'm not leaving the app,I still enjoy reading fanfic and much more but I'm pulling away from the written,it was fun while it lasted but now,I think I've just grown up a little bit,and I've realized that now I'm not struggling as much as I was before when I started,when I had SO much time on my hands to push out things for people,but at last. My time here has come to a short end..but hey,who says I won't be back in June? Who knows,maybe I got more planned for June! No one knows..and what's funny..I don't even know.

But for now,this chapter is the end..the end for awhile at least..thank you all for everything..but now,I must go work on other projects to be seen somewhere else..for now..this is goodbye <3

~libby

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sepherinaspoppies · 2 months

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Only If For A Night (i/?)

pairing: Dark! Book Aemond Targaryen x Modern! Reader

summary: In Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead), she gets forcefully transported to Westeros and meets her favorite book character, Aemond 'One Eye'. She asks and begs for his help to send her back home after realizing this was a world she did not want to live in. Unknowingly to her, her favorite fictional man had already grown too attached to fully let her go.

warnings for this part: profanity, tea drugging, blood magic, sexism, I think that's it... more dark stuff later. READER IS LATINA !

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notes: originally I was gonna have this fic be a one shot but it is sooo long that I decided to split it into three. this is an introduction part, aemond will be on the next (I'm half way done with that part).

She knows she is screwed when Doña Maribel broke the news to her that the last of the cempasuchiles were completely sold out in her shop. Making it five flower shops in the span of an hour that she walked to have fully run out of the bright orange flowers she needed for her ancestral altar that she and her abuela worked tirelessly on for the past few days. (marigolds, grandmother)

She wonders what to do next or perhaps where to go as she plays with the gravel beneath her shoes. Sure, she could walk another mile or so to another flower shop and try her luck there just as Doña Maribel suggested but she finds herself too tired to venture deeper in her small pueblo by herself. (town)

Even the walk back to her abuela’s was not something she looked forward to as of now. This was the time where she wished she had the ability to drive but alas she could not for even the streets of Mexico were more hectic and nerve wracking than back at the states. (grandmother’s)

She sighs in defeat. The cempasuchiles were the last thing on her abuela’s list of things she required for tonight’s first day of Dia de Los Muertos. The bright orange flowers illuminated the path of those who died, back into the land of the living and enjoy the offerings their family’s set up for them. (Day of the Dead)

Maybe for just tonight she could spare them.

She sets her three mercado bags beside her as she sits down on a bench right next to a bus stop that could lead her directly to her abuela’s home. The smell of citrus of the lemon tree above her eases her disappointment and feels that this is the perfect spot to reread one of her favorite books. (shopping)

George R. R. Martin’s, Fire and Blood Vol. 1. She wondered what it was like to reside in a world of dragons (before they were all extinct), dire wolves from the North, red priestesses from Volantis, and mysterious yet powerful witches. To live inside the walls of the Red Keep and tour around the secret passageways and to fight for the rightful Queen of Westeros, Rhaenyra and the other members of the Blacks during the Dance of Dragons.

Sadly, even if it was possible to venture deep into alternate fantasy universes. It all was pure fiction. Not real. Impossible.

‘And so one-eyed Aemond the Kinslayer took up the iron-and-ruby crown of Aegon the Conqueror, “It looks better on me than it ever did on him,” the prince proclaimed.’

“Excuse me, do you happen to know when the bus is due to arrive?” She snaps her head up meeting the most beautiful and enchanting woman she’d ever seen. Eyes round and greener than the trees itself during spring. Hair long and black like ravens in the night sky. She was tall, taller than most of the women here with skin like porcelain that had not seen a day of sun, a rarity here in Mexico.

It was her mischievous tight lipped smile that made her feel loss of words. Unknowingly, this mysterious woman was the first person who spoke to her in English, not Spanish.

“Umm… I- I’m sorry?”

The green eyed woman smirked as if she knew the small effect she had on her. Gods she was beautiful.

“The bus–”

She shook her head out of her revere, coming to reality. “Oh, I’m not sure. Perhaps a few more minutes.” She informed, pulling her mercado bags closer to her side, allowing the green eyed woman to sit, not wanting to be rude.

She murmurs a quick thank you as she sits exceedingly close to her, shoulder to shoulder, flesh to flesh with her. Jeez, talk about personal space! However, the woman doesn’t seem to care or acknowledge that she has enough space for her own person. A feeling of uncertainty rests below her gut, telling her to be vigilant around her presence.

“How long have you waited?” She asks, breaking away the long silence between them. She almost shivers at the intensity hue of her eyes that bore right through her.

“About ten to twelve minutes.” She replies, looking anywhere else but her.

A satisfactory look sketched around the woman's youthful yet elderly face which she found odd. What could be so pleasing about the bus not arriving? The woman said nothing, only sitting rather straight, almost elegant in her simple long green dress. Though, in the back of her mind, she wondered if she felt hot underneath the heaviness of the velvet fabric. She sure as hell did.

“Wait, how did you know I spoke english?” She asked as the hairs on her arms stood up straight in some kind of chilling fear.

The woman’s eyes lowered and centered on the object sitting up on her lap. “Your book gives it away.” She snickered softly, tilting her head reading the bold letters of her very worn book she got at the thrift store for just two dollars. “An interesting read.” The green eyed woman said whilst her face held no sincere fondness of it for someone who found it interesting.

“You’ve read this before?” She asked curiously, little taken back, that she finally found someone else who read Fire and Blood Vol 1. Or anything by George R. R. Martin.

“Yes, almost like I've lived through it”

She opens her mouth to speak but the green eyed woman beats her to it. “I don’t mean to pry but where are you headed?” The smile falls off her face as she remembers the warning of stranger danger she learned as a kid.

The woman must have noticed the dubious look upon her face as she threw her head back in a laugh. “I ask because it seems a storm is coming our way. And it looks like an angry one.”

Sure enough, as she looked up the sky had turned into a deep gray with heavy clouds ready to pour any minute. Well this wasn’t forecasted in the noticias this morning, otherwise, she’d carry an umbrella. Or better yet, she wouldn’t have walked all this way if a storm was brewing. (news)

“My cottage is not very far from here,” the green eyed woman revealed, standing up from the bench, overlooking the seriousness of the clouds. “It is just around the corner. Would you like to come?”

She wanted to say no, that she was better off walking an hour back to her abuela’s house, even if it meant that she’d catch a cold in the pouring rain with blisters all over her feet. Besides, she did not know anything about this woman. Every bit of her mind screamed stranger danger! Don’t go!

But as she glanced between the heavy clouds and the green eyed woman with her hand extended out, all that doubt and worriment went away.

“I don’t even know your name,” she pointed out. If all goes bad, at least she had a name to tell the authorities.

“My name is Alyssandra Riveras.” The green eyed woman smiled, bowing at the waist.

Though still somewhat skeptical, she walks alongside Alyssandra to her cottage. She makes small mental notes in her head, counting the red stop signs, right and left turns and any other landmarks of important significance.

She was almost positive she could point her way back home. It did not help that five minutes into their journey, it started harshly pouring out of nowhere like a bucket of water had been poured all over, blanketing her vision.

Alyssandra’s cottage had sat on the outskirts of the pueblo, isolated from all civilization, hidden around tall and green pine trees. A faint voice in the back of her head screamed to run and never look back. She ignored it.

From a close distance, she was able to distinguish a small window with overgrown vines and branches wrapped around the perimeter of the cottage. Bones, bells, and crystal windchimes hung from the roof and windows, mostly likely put up for some kind of spiritual protection.

She was no stranger to the craft. Although raised catholic, both her mama and abuela had hung an old broom above their doorway to keep away unwanted guests and negative energies as well as pinning the mal de ojo sigil around the walls for the look of evil and envy against their family. (evil eye)

“Cempasuchiles,” she murmured in awe when Alyssandra’s small garden came into view. It was the most of the orange flowers she had ever seen, all bright and lively and huddled together.

“When the storm is over, you can grab as many as you’d like,” Alyssandra offered, peering over her shoulder, unlocking the door to her cottage. She nods following her inside whilst giving a grateful smile.

The interior of the cottage was small, meant only for one person to take residence. The same size as what a studio apartment would be back in the states.

In no way was the inside minimal, in fact it was the opposite. Almost all of the walls were covered with shelves with small trinkets adorning inside such as little statues, crystals, herbs and other supplies.

In the center of the room lay a huge stone like table, old and antique bearing the resemblance of something medieval. And something about it, sent shivers down her spine along with the same faint voice, telling her to run.

She ignored it, again.

“Give me your belongings, and change into this,” Alyssandra says, tossing a strappy white chemise. She exchanges her poor-soaked mercado bags that contained pan de muerto, churros, and tamales for her ancestral ofrenda. (bread of the dead, offering)

She turns around to protect her modesty, seeing as there was no other room to change nor did Alyssandra point her to the bathroom, so she lifts the drenched garment over her head and sheds away the last clothing she had on her body, leaving her completely bare in her birthday suit.

She couldn’t help but to feel Alyssandra’s eyes watching her very intently, examining every inch of her body as if it met her standards or so. She knows she should use her hands to cover up and give Alyssandra a piece of her mind, or better yet introduce her to a knuckle and hand sandwich for the way she was looking too closely.

Yet her body feels frozen, unable to move under the green eyed woman’s gaze.

“Would you like some tea to keep you warm?” Alyssandra asked, moseying to the kitchen.

She blinks, whatever paralyzing feeling she had dispelled away. “Um, yes thank you.” Alyssandra nodded, pulling what looked to be a kettle on the stove. Meanwhile, she slipped on the white chemise in a hurry to not feel as exposed anymore.

She takes the time to analyze the rest of Alyssandra’s cottage as she hears the droplets of rain hit the rooftop harder and the sound metal being filled with water. Various of the same purple flower plants were placed near the entrance, she notes to herself that these couldn’t possibly be lavender but another species or something within the same family.

A small cot laid in the corner close by the hearth, with multiple open ancient books and scrolls spread on top of the bedspread. She almost wants to look through the pages and read Alyssandra’s interests but she doubts she could as she observes the handwriting is unreadable from where she stood.

She walks forward to where the hearth is, feeling slightly warmer as something immediately catches her eye. Above the mantle, hung on the wall was a medium sized portrait of a small boy, appearing no more than three years old. He stood straight, almost regally with his hands behind his back. His face held no gentleness or warmth like a child should have.

Gods forgive her, but the child looked cruel like the gueritos who bullied her in elementary school when she was just trying to make new friends. (white boys)

Though, for an evil looking child, he sure was beautiful. The most striking thing about him was his set of eyes. Wide with his left eye a dark violet and his right a dark green similarly to Alyssandra’s. His hair was straight and cut short right below his ears. She looked closer at the portrait, thinking if her eyes deceived her as she noticed the peculiar color of the boy’s hair.

Silver.

Curiosity takes the better of her as she asks, “Is that your son?”

Alyssandra turns, holding two mugs of steaming tea. “Yes, that’s my beautiful little boy,” She places both glasses on the stoned table before she sits adjacent to her. It doesn’t go unnoticed by her the sad look on Alyssandra’s eyes. “He looks like you,” she points out though it’s somewhat of a lie in hopes to lift up Alyssandra’s spirits.

Alyssandra throws her head back in a chortle, “For all my hard work and labor, I had hoped he looked like me but nature loves to play its cruel jokes. He is a replica of his bastard father.” The thought of her son’s father left a sour and disgusting taste in Alyssandra’s mouth.

Alyssandra focused her attention back to her, “What about you?” She asked, sitting rather too straight.

“Do you mean if I have kids? Gods, no.”

Alyssandra smirked, “I take it you don’t like the idea of children. I did not either but after years of solitude, I changed my mind. I had other children before my son, but all of them died before they were due. You, however, are still young. Your mind can still change.”

She shifted in her seat anxiously, sipping the odd taste of the herbal tea Alyssandra provided. It wasn’t like she did not like children. She respected children and found them quite cute with their little tiny hands and feet and infectious laughs. But besides the point of appearance, children were a tremendous amount of responsibility that she found herself not ready for.

Not now. Not ever.

She could barely handle taking care of herself. Much less care and provide for a child for eighteen years or so.

“I don’t—”

“Oh but you will,” Alyssandra fired back without so much as blinking an eye.

She grimaced, knowing where this conversation was heading. And it was about to be a not so pretty one. She glanced at the window by the door, the rain was still heavy if not more.

“I thank you for giving me shelter. But I really must go. I was only just supposed to be out for some groceries and my abuela is probably wondering where I am.” Polite and respectful enough just as her mama taught her.

She grabbed her belongings that were hanging by the fire and stuffed them inside her mercado bag. Her hand was on the cusp of prying the door open when Alyssandra rushed to her side, wrapping her hand around her wrist.

“Wait. Please don’t go.” Alyssandra pleaded, “It’s just that you remind me much about myself. I didn't mean to cause offense, I’m sorry.”

Run. Say no and run now, While you still can…

There it was again that same paralyzing feeling closing in on her feet, preventing her to move. It was strange like a shield gluing both her legs down.

She nodded, murmuring ‘fine’ under her breath as Alyssandra slowly led her back to the woven chair with such gentleness as a porcelain doll. “I still need to call my abuela, so she can know I’m alright.”

Alyssandra twisted her face in a wince, “I’m afraid we’re too far out for any signals to catch a telephone call.” She held back the overweening snicker to herself, it was why Alyssandra chose her cottage to be settled this far out in this very modernized realm; so no one could find her.

Alyssandra wasn’t lying. No matter how hard she hit her Iphone against her palm or moved it around, there had not been a single signal bar glowing. She wondered if her abuela had started to grow worried and perhaps began to search for her. She hoped she didn’t and that her cousins kept her preoccupied with the rest of the decorations to notice the duration of how long she’d been out. She also wondered if they were still going to the cementerio, to clean and decorate the graves of their loved ones but with the amount of thunder and rain, she’d doubt it was still on the agenda. (cemetery)

Alyssandra prepared some more tea as the fire gradually faltered down. This one had a different taste than the previous one with tiny purple petals floating around. Alyssandra watched very intently as she sipped every last drop while she scarcely touched her own mug.

The green eyed woman began asking her multiple personal questions, mostly about where she was originally from (due to the fact that her vocabulary deemed to be more vehement in English than Spanish), her family, and if she had any siblings. She had answered them all. Letting her know that she was just visiting from the states to celebrate Dia de Los Muertos with her family she had not seen since the death of her sweet abuelo. (grandfather)

Alyssandra’s eyes glimmered even more when she explained how strangely, her very stern and overprotective mama had suddenly let her travel by herself to a country she had never been to in years since she was small. Her mama preferred her to be where she could keep a close eye on her because ‘uno nunca sabe’ especially if you’re a woman. (one never knows)

It was odd, alright. Especially when her mama gave her money that she didn’t have, and enthusiastically wished her good fortune on her travels. Yup odd…

But not to Alyssandra.

Alyssandra sat down after cleaning both mugs ready to ask the hard hitting questions she’d been warming her up to. “Have you ever been with a man?” Her eyes widened before breaking rounds of deep laughter that made the sides of her ribs ache and cramp.

However, there wasn’t an ounce of amusement displayed on Alyssandra’s face, but rather annoyance. What was so funny? It was a simple and uncomplicated question that meant no harm. At least not to her. He couldn’t harm her any more here. Alyssandra guessed perhaps it was the side effect of the tea making her humoristic.

“No,” She replied, wiping the humoristic tears at the corner of her eyes. “The opportunity has never presented itself?” Alyssandra asked.

All the humor that previously lingered had gone swiftly away, realizing that Alyssandra was indeed asking something so personal to her. “No,” She shook her head, feeling her face hot and red. “People don’t look at me as someone they want to be with. They’d rather be with someone exciting, adventurous, and outing. And I’m neither of those things. I’m a homebody who’s idea of fun and adventure is living through fictional books.” She answered truthfully, too truthfully.

Alyssandra watched her face transform into a deeper shade of red. “What is it?” She questioned, taking a hold of her hand, taking in the role of someone empathetic.

“I want my first time to be special. Like the fairytales I grew up reading about with the grand Prince sweeping the young maiden off her feet and taking her to his castle…” The way her eyes reflected small flashes of light made Alyssandra almost feel guilty for her true intentions once the repercussions of the tea ran out.

She remembers when she too wished for a dashing knight in shining armor to take her away, far away from the shit she had been through; the pain, the suffering, and the poverty. All of it. As Alyssandra grew well into her womanhood, she realized there was no knight coming to save her. Instead, there was a selfish Prince who spared her for his desires and her many talents beyond the acts of the flesh.

But Alyssandra needed her to go. She needed that piece that was stolen from her. She didn’t want the risk of going back and facing him again and repeating through the hell and agony he put her through. So sending her for it seemed like the better alternative.

“I know you probably think it sounds stupid–” She stammered, her face still beet red.

“I don’t think it sounds stupid,” Alyssandra softly smiled, giving her hand a light squeeze. Judging by the serene look upon her face, it was a good lie that she seemed to believe.

She smiled. Finally, someone who didn’t think of the idea of waiting for the right person was silly and unrealistic.

Her smile deterred, sensing something trickle down her nose, dropping against the skin of her hand.

Blood. Her blood.

Run!

“Alyssandra?” She whispered, puzzled at the sight of more blood spilling out of her nose. Every strand of hair in her arms stood, sensing a new type of alertness course right through her. She glanced at a very blurred Alyssandra with what looked to be a smirk written on her face.

“W-What’s happening?” She stood from the chair, but that soon turned out to be a bad idea as her knees gave out, sending her straight to the stoned cold floor. She glanced up, watching as Alyssandra sauntered in front of her, and as much as she wanted to crawl away her body was glued to the floor.

“Look,” Alyssandra said, crouching down at her level before she took her in her arms like a newborn baby, weighing little to nothing. “We don’t have much time. When you wake up, I need you to retrieve something of mine…”

She felt her back collide on top of the stoned table, “What was in that tea?” She questioned but Alyssandra was quick to shush her. “It doesn’t matter now. You drank it all willingly.” There was no argument there.

Alyssandra pulled out a jar with overflowing cempasuchil petals inside and circled the petals around her. Almost like a ritualistic circle she used to watch the brujas next door do. (witches)

“You need not to be afraid. You will not be harmed as long as you do what I say. Exactly as I say.” She gulped, nodding seeing as she had no other choice. “Bruja.” She spat but Alysssandra only chuckled, “I’ve been called much worse, little dove.” (witch)

Through the corner of her eye, she saw Alyssandra holding out a small knife. “I am in need of a sapphire. It was stolen from me many years ago. It is one of a kind, which is why when you see it you’ll know it is mine.”

She momentarily shut her eyes as the dark haired woman rapidly cut the middle of her palm spewing her blood on top of the petals. “Once you’re successful, you’ll come back here with the sapphire and gather some of my materials. The marigold petals with your blood coating them; The blood of whom you took the sapphire from and lastly you’ll lay on top of my precious table here to be transported back.”

There was an evil smile on her lips that she desperately wanted to punch it off. “And if I don’t get the sapphire?” She questioned.

Alyssandra combed away her unruly braided hair, “Then I won’t bring you back and you’ll be stuck there forever.”

Fuck.

“Stuck? Stuck where? Where am I going?”

Alyssandra clicked her tongue, “A place where fairy tales do not exist, my little dove.” If she wanted a Prince to sweep her off her feet. Alys would gladly give her one.

She attempted to wiggle herself out of this pendeja’s spell but whatever Alyssandra mixed in the tea it was compelling her body to still and her eyes to slowly falter shut in a peaceful sleep. (dumbass)

“However I should warn you, this spell is only valid until tomorrow. Until Dia de Los Muertos is over and even if you do achieve in retrieving the sapphire but it is after November second, you'll be permanently trapped with him.”

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speakeasyaoi · 8 months

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Serafine Savoy x F!Reader

> Requested by @snakesart | I got so wrapped up in roleplay + work recently I haven't been able to work on these- but this was fun!!

PROMPT: N/A

If it's not how she initially met you, she's more than eager to recruit you into her voodoo congregation, which...includes her carving the sigil into your chest, same as she did to Mordecai. Something that has nothing to do with her wanting to see you topless. At all. (Totally.) Now, she's willing to put it off for as long as you might need if you're anxious about the idea or don't want to rush into it, but in the end it's pretty much a non-negotiable, the most you'll be able to do is get her to make it smaller and less extreme of a scar. If you're really all that nervous, she'll just let you drink some of her rum until you're too drunk to be lucid or feel the pain, and dress your wound while you're intoxicated and half-conscious, and go through with it as quick as she can without messing up her linework.

And if you're not drunk during the process and still sensitive to the pain of it, she'll shush you and sweet talk you and try to keep your mind off it by peppering kisses along your neck and collarbones. She'd still poke fun at you for it, though, but it's all in good fun.

She will take the masculine role in the relationship, regardless of your masculinity and/or dominance. She's the one to take you out places, buy things for you and cover your bill if you're out to eat, and in general likes being the one spoiling you and I'm control of things.

During her little 'parties' hosted with her, Nico, and the rest of the congregation, she finds it more than entertaining to parade you around on your arm like a peice of eye candy. She flaunts you and shows you off and probably even does some PDA in front of everybody; it's just as much a challenge for her to make you flustered as it is to make everyone else jealous of her, and she's determined to reach that goal.

And on the topic of PDA, Serafine loves it. More often than not she uses it to affect those around her (she finds it especially entertaining to be all lovey-dovey and handsy with you around Mordecai to watch his reaction), but in more genuine moments, she has no reservations about being intimate in public and around a crowd.

If you're in any kind of relationship with her, it's unavoidable that you'll also be involved with Nico somehow. That might consist of a romantic, polyamorous-type relationship, similar to the dynamic they share with Mordecai, or it could just as well be him serving as more of a familial, brotherly figure. Either way, they're inseparable, and dating one is more a buy-one-get-one-free.

Expect to be covered with numerous lipstick stains, bite marks, scratches and hickeys, especially so on your neck and arms, where other people can see them. It gives her a bit of an ego boost to see your body marked by her, and finds your attempts to remove them or cover them up adorable.

Her and Nico would probably end up inviting you to stay with them at their suite in the Maribel hotel rather early on in the relationship-- they've never been one for slow-burn or subtlety. You'll be given the choice to sleep in Serafine's bed with her or just crash on the couch, but unless the suite is bigger than I imagine it is, you won't be getting your own bedroom. (Serafine's big spoon.)

Other notes: I've found that when it comes to F!Reader or M!Reader I really struggle with not keeping things gender neutral out of force of habit- I should probably work on that

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 8 months

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Confused Heart

Older (Nineteen years old) and Dark Camilo Madrigal x Female Reader x Younger (30 years old) Bruno Madrigal

Prologue: My Dear Sweet Uncle.

Before you entered life, the extraordinarily gifted Camilo Madrigal was only twelve years of age.

He had NEVER been in love.

Nor did Camilo have a small and simple crush on a girl.

He thought all girls had cooties and were too ugly to be loved by anyone. Camilo did not understand why people married.

Thus, Camilo Madrigal only played and was friends with boys.

No doubt, Camilo loved all his female family members.

He respected them and loved them back. Camilo was just not interested in Romance.

Not to mention, Camilo was now very close to his estranged uncle, The Bruno Madrigal.

Thanks to cousin Maribel, he was accepted back into the family. Both nephew and uncle spent moments together.

They loved each other and would do anything for one another.

But, that all changed Camilo's life with one family dinner. He never assumed or was prepared for the fact that a woman would come between them.

Camilo remembered clearly that the family was acting rather strange.

Everything was… fancy.

The dishes were not ordinary. Quality food served during holidays and parties. Not that Camilo was complaining.

Was this a special occasion?

The table cloth, china and even napkins were beautified.

"Is there a guest coming?" Camilo whispered to his older sister, Dolores as he sat down on his chair seat in the dining hall.

Dolores Madrigal nodded. Camilo noticed his sister dolled up too. And the rest of his family.

Must be one important guest to make such preparations to impress.

Maybe his father's boss or the mayor was coming over for dinner.

There was a knock on the door and everyone stilled for a second. Pepa quickly checked her hair in the mirror. "She's here!" Pepa harshly whispered.

Camilo blinked in surprise. "She?"

Maribel grinned and nodded as she opened the door.

"Holy Crap." Camilo muttered in disbelief and awe.

The tween stared at the lovely specimen that entered his magical home.

She had fat red lips. Plump they were. An elegant swan neck. Demure shoulders and a lithe ballerina body with long legs and small feet.

She was literally a human sized doll.

Camilo felt something he never experienced.

His male organ felt wet and began to non stop drip like a waterfall.

It then twitched and ached in a pain with longing he did not understand.

What was happening to him?

Camilo couldn't explain this.

That young lady must not be an ordinary human. She must have had powers too like the family. It must have explained why she put Camilo under this spell.

All of his family walked over and politely greeted the guest.

Grandma looked over her shoulder and ushered Camilo to come.

Before the said boy was to obey, Uncle Bruno rushed down the stairs.

He stood in front of the young lady then kissed her square on the forehead!

Camilo was surprised.

"Mi Amor." Uncle Bruno pulled the woman into his arms then hugged her tight.

Camilo felt something new again. But it was towards his uncle Bruno this time. And it was something dark and unholy.

Envy… and hate.

Dear Readers, tomorrow is Labor Day! No school. So, I can stay late and study a bit then wake up late.

I made this prologue. I am excited for this story. I love the fan arts of an older Camilo and Bruno. They are so handsome. Multiple lovers are better than one. Right? Anyway, please comment and give notes so other females can read it. I love fame.

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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Your lackadaisy fanfics are DIVINE; I crave more

Serafine x fem reader headcanons?

Finally getting to one of my fav ladies in the comic ... GN reader with some femme/masc specifications.

So there's a few ways you two could have met. The most obvious would be you being employed by the Marigold gang in some way - whether you're a triggerman, working their speakeasy as a waitress or entertainer, or perhaps at the Hotel Maribel itself. The former means you two have plenty of time to bond over, uh, illicit activities - while the latter means Serafine gets to bother you at work all she wants and you aren't in any kind of physical danger. She rather likes being your "dangerous" secret.

In a romantic affair, Serafine prefers to be the one more "in control" and on top, so to speak. A very femme "ladyfriend" would be right up her alley, but she'd also be a sucker for a big tough guy - just so she could be the one to get him to his knees. Although, she does like a gal in slacks and suspenders ... Look, she's a versatile bi queen.

Serafine is the sort of woman who you have to take in completely, or not at all. She doesn't compromise her true self. If a partner tries to get her to change, they're out before they can think about the next sentence. This means no disrespecting her religion or her brother, or their way of life that she has no interest in changing. This also means she does not expect to change you. If it works out, great. If you two have to part ways, well, she enjoyed the ride.

She's very comfortable with PDA, and loves to show you off. If you're embarrassed by all the attention, all the better, because you're cute when you're flustered. She likes to lay across in your lap (or place you in her's if you're the same size or smaller), steal your cigarette for herself, kiss your cheek and neck while you both laugh and chat with friends, and so forth. Note she's just as affectionate in private, but in public she's a lot more shameless and effusive.

Jealousy isn't really her bag. It's amusing if you flirt with others, then immediately ditch them once she walks in the room. Sometimes she'll team up with you to flirt with and embarrass some poor soul, then leave him hanging. It's all well and good to have fun, but she doesn't tolerate you disrespecting her feelings - such as disregarding her or blowing her off.

Her ideal dates are lots of flash and lots of noise. She likes dancing, she likes gambling, she likes taking you to her "meetings" and if you're up for it, she doesn't mind a little joyriding and shooting. Basically, Serafine isn't really a gal for staying in or going to some stuffy dinner.

She likes fashion and presenting herself well, so naturally she'd be inclined to a sharply-dressed partner. If you present more masc she'd take some of your shirts and ties for herself; if you dress femme, she'd prefer if you wear her clothes - especially if you're the type who dresses more plain or conservatively. Serafine usually shows up early to your place before a date (because of course she's driving you in her nice car), and you better believe she'll want you to use some of her perfume or her lipstick instead. Just a little possessiveness there, and that usually comes out when she's feeling more serious about you.

And on that topic, similar to her brother, Serafine isn't looking for a serious partnership ... but unlike him, she doesn't deny it if those deeper feelings begin to develop. However, she wants to be sure her beau is equally serious, because she is not about to be caught pining. She also doesn't casually flirt nearly as much as Nico does; she really has to be in the mood for a fling, and she can be picky about the person in particular. She wants someone interesting - someone who makes her stop and watch them for a while.

Serafine isn't big on cuddling, but sometimes you catch her in a mood for it. And if you're the one being needy and wanting affection, well, who is she to deny her little cœur? Again, it makes her feel a little more 'in control', and after a long night of shooting and gunning and running about and getting rained on .... yeah, this isn't so bad. She'll curl up with you. She's always extra soft, too.

While you're both cuddling, she appreciates the kisses, of course - but she also likes to mess with your hands. You figure out Serafine kind of has a thing for them; many times, she's told you that you can learn all sorts of things by looking at one's hands, and their palms. She likes to hold your's and observe them, tracing your palm as she thinks deeply on something. She'll give your knuckles a kiss, or maybe give a finger a playful bite. It's probably the softest and cutest you see her.

You'll receive plenty of nicknames, courtesy of both Serafine and her brother - but of course her's are more "cutesey", which she finds extra funny if you aren't a "cute" sort at all. Nico probably takes to calling you 'cousin' when he's referring to you more casually. If you ask him to translate what Serafine is saying about you, he just laughs and shakes his head. She might teach you Cajun French, if you ask nicely.

So while Serafine isn't the sort you should take home to your parents (though maybe a sibling is safe...), she's still a woman who considers your feelings and wants to have a good time. If you're up for a little casual law-breaking and late nights and bright lights, well, you won't be bored.

#serafine savoy x reader #lackadaisy x reader

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months

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5+1: Part 6 - Distance (Joe Velasco x Reader) - Final Piece

5 Times You Took Care of Joe Velasco and the 1 Time He Took Care of You Series:

Part One: 5+1: Chokehold

Part Two: 5+1: Ice Pack

Part Three: 5+1: In Sickness & In Health

Part Four: 5+1: Doing Time

Part Five: 5+1: Grief

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It’s dark when Joe wakes up, too dark. He knows it’s not his apartment because there’s a streetlamp outside his window and it usually casts light around the outside of the curtain. His heart is pounding, his cheeks wet, his brain still tripping over the remnants of the nightmare that’s still potent in his brain. He can still smell that stench charred flesh, it clings to the back of his throat, suffocating him as he runs his palm over his face.

A warm body stirs beside him, and he feels something inside him wrench, because he doesn’t recognise the woman sleeping next to him. His memory is fleeting, he remembers knocking back a couple of shots at the bar, something to chase away the images that plagued him. His phone was in his hand and he was thinking about calling you, but you were suffering with your own grief, your own shit. Chavez’s funeral had been the day before yesterday and you’d taken a couple of days off to head up to California so that you could sprinkle her ashes with her family.

It’s been a while since he’s done this, long before you came along. He knows how this has happened, that he’s started to shut down again. It’s a self defence mechanism, he keeps his shit inside because he doesn’t want to face the reality of it, he drowns it out, pretends it didn’t happen but it all catches up with him when he’s asleep.

On the nightstand he sees his phone light up. He reaches for it, slipping out from underneath the sheets and picking up his clothes as silently as he can. He manages to sneak out of the apartment without waking the girl, it isn’t until then he checks his phone.

There’s a text chain between the two of you, one that he barely remembers. He scrolls through the messages, groaning about how illiterate he became as the night went on.

Sorry, he tells as he waits outside for his Uber. It’s been a bad night.

You respond instantly and he knows you can’t sleep either.

You wanna talk?

The past few weeks have been tough on the both of you. He doesn’t know where the land lies between the both of you, not since the night Chavez died. It’s hard being vulnerable he knows that but since then you’ve been distant. He thinks a part of you is ashamed and he’s tried to tell you that you don’t need to be, but he gets it. He’s the same way. He feels disconnected from you and he knows that’s what led him to the bar tonight. He’s a mess, he knows he is but yea right now he wants nothing more then to see your face because no matter what happens you ground him.

He hits the video call button on What’sApp and it isn’t more than a few seconds before he sees your face on his screen. Your hair is dishevelled, there’s mascara smeared under your eyes and the sheets you’re wrapped in cover a faded grey Fleetwood Mac t-shirt. Your head is propped up on your pillow and despite everything he smiles, because seeing you makes the pain in his chest just a little lighter.

“Hey.” He says quietly.

“You look like hell,” You inform him.

“Yea I know.” He pauses before his fingertips rub at the space between his eyes, they’re stinging again and suddenly he feels overwhelmed because he wants to spill his guts to you. How he’s struggling to cope with Maribel’s death, how he sees her in his dreams, how it feels like there’s this chasm between the two of you and he doesn’t know how to fix it. “It’s been a really bad fucking night.”

“I know things have been weird between the two of us recently.” You tell him with a sigh. “But I’m still here for you Joe, if you need me, if you want to talk I’m here.”

He nods, swallowing hard against the well of emotion blossoming in his chest.

“You still give a shit about me, right?” He asks, using the back of his hand to wipe away the wetness on his cheeks. You smile at the phrase, the one you’ve used time and time again throughout the course of your friendship.

“Yea Joe, I’ll always give a shit about you.”

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camilosnovia · 2 years

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What about Isabella, Camilo and Maribel react to a reader who some how gets the same powers as Isabella? (P.S skip if you do not like this!)

There’s two of them

Note: Hi hi!! Sorry I haven’t been active lately I had literally no motivation. Here is your request!

Pairs: Isabela Madrigal x Isabela’s twin!reader, Camilo Madrigal x Isabela’s twin!reader and Mirabel Madrigal x Isabela’s twin!reader

Platonic!

Genre: I’m not sure what to call this💀

Isabela Madrigal

Isa would love to have a twin sister.

The whole family including her were surprised when you got the same gift as Isabela.

And guess what?

Alma put the same pressure on you she put on our beloved Isa :)

Of course, you also had to be the Perfect Child along with Isabela.

Unlike Isabela, you cause a bit of mischief. Isa always tries to get you to stop so Alma doesn’t kill you.

Camilo Madrigal

Would annoy the heck out of you.

All👏 The👏Damn👏Time👏

Would not leave you alone.

But you two had a good family relationship.

Camilo would be the reason why you age causing mischief.

Sometimes would sneak in some arepas he stole before dinner in your room.

Mirabel Madrigal

She thought you would be a prima donna like Isa.

Once she started to talk to you, she realized you were different.

That’s what made you two get along so well.

Of course, sometimes when you flip your hair, it hits Mirabel and then her face is covered in flower petals.

Would be apart of the mischief with you and Camilo.

#encanto #encanto x reader #disney #disney x reader #disney encanto #disney encanto x reader #encanto isabela #encanto camilo #encanto mirabel #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #mirabel madrigal #mirabel madrigal x reader

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randomwriter5000 · 8 months

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The Chimera: Part One

Pairing: Nicodeme Savoy x OC (Can be read as Nicodeme Savoy x Reader) Warnings: Violence, accuracies and inaccuracies about the 1920s, gambling, drinking, and use of Google Translate. Word Count: 1,965

Summary: The California Chimera. Born with a genetic abnormality causing her face to be split down the middle. Not only an oddity, but a source of fear for many as she is a notorious gun for hire across the United States. After a near death experience and the death of most of her family, Chimera now goes to the bustling town of St. Louis on a job. Used to other cats eyes looking at her in disgust and fear a new reaction catches her eye. A pair of cats that look at her with curiosity and wonder. One of them being Nicodeme Savoy. Could she be biting off more than she can chew with the Louisianan?

Part One: Could I buy you a drink, Cher?

Chapter Summary: This job should be a easy said and done. That's what they said...

St Louis Missouri, in the heart of America, the city attracted people from far and wide. From the successful businessmen of the decade to the average tomcat looking for a better life, cats came far and wide met and lived in the city. A blue ford drove down the long, empty freeway with the moon high in the night sky. Tapping the wheel, the cat looked down at a map on her lap. Black ink circled the Maribel Hotel. The high-class hotel doubled as a speakeasy for anyone who knew the password to get in.

Looking back up at the road, her nails fiddled with the paper of a single Marigold Flower bright as the sun. Eventually getting off the seemingly never-ending freeway, the car drove down busier roads. Until she could see the ‘Maribel Hotel’ sign. The shiny coat of paint wasn’t what caught the attention of the patrons outside of the Maribel Hotel. The cat driving caught the most attention. With long flowing hair, the cat’s face was far from ordinary. The right side of her face was one of a standard dusty brown tabby with a green eye. Yet, on the left was a black cat with a single yellow eye.

Parking between two other expensive cars, she turned off the engine. Swinging the door open her heavy leather boots hit the asphalt, revealing her attire. Readjusting her coat to cover the gun holstered on her side and knife on the other. An attendant apprehensively stepped towards the cat, only for her to walk to him and stuff his pocket with ten dollars.

“I’ll only be here for twenty minutes,” She spoke, passing him as her oddly colored eyes scanned the area.

She casually gilded to the large double doors without looking at the attendant. Her boots thumped as she walked down a staircase towards another highly decorated door. Whispers could be heard as she held up the paper with a marigold flower, only for the attendants to hurriedly open the door.

The smell of smoke mixed with alcohol and lively jazz filled the air. Yes, this was the speakeasy. The cats’ eyes didn’t linger as she approached the high roller roulette table. Passing the guard without a care, the golden cat with green eyes looked up at her with raised eyebrows as she walked in.

Letting out a bellowing laugh, waving the guard off. The cat took a puff of his cigar. “You’re not afraid people will attack you, Chimera?”

“I think they’re more afraid of me, Mr. Sweet,” She looked at the surrounding patrons, who were indeed scared based on their ears tucked flat onto the skull. “Catholic?” Her head tilted, pointing at one of the frightened patrons, who nodded. “Figured.”

Looking down at the chips, she picked one up and tapped it. “Now, you want to lose to me, or do you want to talk business?”

He chuckled, getting up from his seat followed by two, what could be assumed, bodyguards. Following behind the three, she took in the scenery as they guided her down a hallway. Everything had marigolds someplace. The carpet was decorated with marigold flowers. The wallpaper had marigold flowers with some leaves surrounding him. Pausing outside a heavy wooden door, also decorated with marigolds, the door was quickly opened for them to walk in. Asa Sweet took his seat on a red plush chair while Chimera sat across, not even a hint of fear on her face as she watched the cat tap his cigar.

“What is your real name?” He asked, the glow from the cigar lighting up his eyes.

“None of your concern,” She answered quickly.

Asa let out a bellowing laugh. “I see why you and Mordecai like each other,” He smiled, putting the cigar between his fingers. “I’m sure you were already informed that you’ll be dealing with a couple people who have been a real thorn in my side.” He spoke while taking out a file.

Taking the file, she looked at the content. “You’re not going after Lackadaisy?” She spoke, reading over the file and confirming the information. “I’m surprised. I heard how a couple of kids were able to escape Mordecai.”

“They're not much younger than you,” Her ear twitched as her eyes looked up at him curiously, only for him to chuckle. “You’re what 21? 20?”

A smile spread across the face of the Chimera. “Again, none of your concern,” She looked back at the file. “This is all?”

“That’s all the information that my men have gathered,” He confirmed as his bodyguard leaned down to his ear and began to whisper.

Her ears perked up as she could hear the whispered conversation. His workers were coming. “I’ll be taking my leave then. Get your money ready for the end of the week,” She stood from the comfy chair and walked to the door, only for the guard to give her an odd look as her single yellow eye looked at him. “The Brothers of Peril, thank you for your business.” The dark side of her face was only viable to Asa as the single eye bared into him.

“Pleasure is all mine,” He smiled joyfully.

Stepping out, she tucked the file into her coat. Used to the constant high temperatures of the West Coast, the cat hadn’t gotten used to the chill in the Missouri air. Taking out her knife and putting her hands into her pockets, she fiddled with the sharp blade as her eyes stared into the distance as she devised a plan. Until a familiar tuxedo cat turned the corner. The Chimeras' ears perked up as he caught a glance of her. Her mouth couldn’t help but smile as his eyes twitched angrily. Marching over, Chimera couldn’t help but laugh as he reached for his holster.

“Don’t worry, I’m not after you, Mordecai,” She stood before the taller cat. “Lackadaisy can’t afford to hire us anymore,” Glancing at the two taller cats behind him, her eyes narrowed slightly as the duo seemed to stare at her.

Their gaze wasn’t in fear. The reaction she was used. It wasn’t disgust, the second most common reaction. Curiosity, it seemed to be, a rare sight to see from people.

Mordecai readjusted his glasses. “What are you doing here then?”

“Asa has hired The Brothers of Peril for a couple jobs. Perhaps I’ll see you around,” Her ear turned as she heard the two chatted amongst themselves.

They were speaking another language. Some of the words Chimera could decipher were French, but it was nowhere close to the traditional French she knew. Mordecai seemed to notice the swivel in her ears. “Don’t even bother trying to understand them,” He scoffed, walking off towards Asa’s office.

Turning to look at the duo, her brain scanned every language. It wasn’t French. However, some of the words were the same. Meaning a language that was derived from French. Based on their accents, they were from the south, leaving only Creole. She stared at the duo for a few seconds before she spoke.

“Creole?” She shot, watching their faces turn on a dime. She reached out her hand. “Chimera, pleasure.”

The woman shook her hand. “Sarafine,”

“Nico,” The Louisianan drawl that rolled off their tongues made her ears ever so slightly twitch with interest.

“Nice to put faces to the Savoy siblings,” Chimera looked between the two, seeing the siblings’ similarities, however, her eyes narrowed as Nico came closer.

“Is that…?” Nico reached out, his paw reaching for her forehead where the split met.

Gripping his paw, she twisted it painfully, her eyes narrowed as she hissed. “I do not care for-“

“Miss!” She heads whipped to see the attendant from earlier fearfully walk up to her. “A-are you the one with a blue ford? People would like to talk to you,” He awkwardly asked.

She already knew what they meant. “Shit,” She let go of Nico and dashed outside.

Slipping through the crowds of people like a fish in water, it only took her a few seconds to make it out to the front of the building. Breathing in the chilly night hair, she immediately spotted the problem. Two cats were leaning on her car, clearly unfriendly based on the guns shining from the moonlight at their sides. As she walked towards the two men, Chimeras' differently colored eyes were focused on a pin on their collars. A red snake.

“Well…” She walked towards them, her hands in her pockets where her knife was ready. “What a desperate attempt at a threat.”

Two guns were pulled, yet she didn’t seem scared as she walked forward. “Red snake sent us.” One of the men spoke.

Looking at her car and back at the cat, she questioned. “What do you have in mind?”

“How about we go for a rid-“ As he opened the door, Chimera slammed the door on his arm.

Letting out a scream, she grabbed his gun and threw it at the other, attempting to aim. Holding his nose, she took out her knife and struck him against his temple. Effectively knocking the cat out, hearing a click, her ear turned, looking over her shoulder to see the man had escaped the snare trap on his arm and charged at Chimera with a tire iron. Expertly dodging, she used the knife to trip him into her car, dropping the tire iron.

She took the weapon and hit him in the knee and shoulder. A distinct crack sounded through the street before dropping it. “Tell that damn snake that we will kill him if he keeps this up,” She growled, slamming his head into the car, leaving a mark. “And this,” She slammed the man's head into the car one last time before allowing him to slump to the ground. “-is for denting my car,” then a final hit to a temple rendered the man unconscious.

Standing up straight, the cat panted, looking down at the damage. Chimeras’ heart raced as she allowed the blade to escape the flip knife. “No…” She muttered to herself, looking up at the starry night sky. “Not now-“

“That is some damn fine fightin’!” The familiar Louisianan drawl made her head dart to her side to see Sarafine and Nico.

Her eyes did little to hide the shock as she panted. “Thank you,” She muttered, leaning over the bodies to gather the weapons they had on them.

She could hear footsteps approaching as she dragged the weapons behind her. Tossing the guns into the backseat, she kept a close hand on the tire iron. Closing the door, she turned to see Nico leaning on the blue ford with a charming smile. Her eyes narrowed while her head tilted in confusion.

“Could I buy you a drink, Cher?”

She laughed, passing the taller cat. “You need to get some glasses,” She walked to her driver’s side, where Nico leaned through her passenger side window, as his sister was behind him with a similar smile. “It was a pleasure to meet the both of you. However, I have to get to work,” She calmly spoke as she started the engine.

“Au revoir, mon ami,” Sarafine smiled. {1}

Chimera smiled, shifting the car. “Au revoir, prends soin de toi,” She turned, backing up the car onto the road and off into the darkness. {2}

The eldest sibling watched until something, more correctly, someone, hit him in the head. “Da hell is wrong with ya?! Touchin a Chimera like dat!?”

“It just happened!” Nico growled, only for his sisters' eyes to sharpen. “Oh, come on, you wanted to talk to her too!”

Rolling her eyes at her brother, she looked where the car had driven off into the night. “Maitre Carrefour seems to have given us a gift.”

{1} Goodbye, my friend {2} Goodbye, take care of yourself

#lackadaisy #oc x canon #canon x oc #nico savoy #nicodeme savoy #nicodeme lackadaisy #lackadaisy oc #self insert #self ship #nicodeme savoy x oc #nico savoy x oc #fanfic #lackadaisy nicodeme #lackadaisy nico #nicodeme savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader #nico x reader

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frickingnerd · 10 months

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Awakening Women Masterlist

Lissa

lissa with a protective s/o - headcanons

Sumia

sumia crushing on you - headcanons

Cordelia

cordelia's s/o sacrificing themselves to protect her - oneshot

Maribelle

enemies to lovers with maribelle - headcanons

Tharja

jealous tharja - headcanons

Olivia

olivia with a sweet s/o - headcanons

Cherche

riding on cherche's wyvern - oneshot

Sully

arguing with sully - headcanons

Miriel

flirting with miriel - headcanons

Panne

panne crushing on a flirty reader - headcanons

Tiki

star gazing with tiki - drabble

Emmeryn

secretly dating emmeryn - headcanons

Aversa

aversa with an intimidating s/o - headcanons

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kumakuramata · 9 months

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This blog is made for Mature Audiences (18+) only viewer discretion is advised.

Hello! My name is Kuramata Kuma and I am a wannabe Vtuber, Editor, and Writer! This blog is full of all things writing, bulky men, and creative announcements! See below for my writings, tags, Ko-Fi, and other recommendations!

*note that many content that is provided here may look familiar as Maribelle C. That is also me and that blog is now inactive.

Masterlist

Archive of Our Own | Asian Fanfics

KPOP

Chanyeol x Mirai { Tiny & Gigantor } FxM

Infatuation (BandMember!Chanyeol, Neighbor!Mirai)

Morning (18+ Only)

Cute Guy Alert

Love in Aquaria: The Bodyguard and the Hermit Witch (18+ Only, BodyGuard!Chanyeol, Witch!Mirai)

KNK

Long Enough (College!Youjin/Brother’sLittleSister!OC)

Heat (18+ Only, Youjin/WerewolfFilipina!OC)

Prenuptial Agreement (Prince!Youjin/PrincessFilipina!OC)

Beauty and the Fool (Highschooler!Heejun/BlackF!OC)

In San Francisco (PersonalAssistant!Youjin/BossF!OC)

Sleep Train (Youjin/F!OC)

BAP

Don't Take Overly Friendly Dogs Home (18+ Only, Yongguk/WerewolfF!OC)

Wonho

I Forgot Something (18+ Only, PersonalAssistant!Hoseok/BossF!OC)

Anime

Crossover

When the Worlds Collide (18+ Only, Kakashi/F!OC, SERIES)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Under (18+ Only, DILF!Toji/F!OC)

Sucker (18+ Only, Nanami/F!OC)

It’s All For You (18+ Only, BusinessMan!Nanami/RoommateF!OC)

Finally Mine (18+ Only, BusinessMan!Nanami/SuccubusRoommateF!OC)

Record of Ragnarok

No Gods (18+ Only, Qin Shi Huang/FBunnyHybrid!OC)

Naruto

Perfect for Me (18+ Only, Yakuza!Kakashi/OC)

Video Games

Dynasty Warriors

TBD

Resident Evil

After Hours (18+ Only, Semi-Canon, Carlos Oliveira/Filipina!OC)

Alpha/Beta Requests

I am currently open for both Alpha reading and Beta reading on my Ko-Fi. Please note the difference--Alpha Reading is where I approach your work as a writer, while Beta Reading is where I approach your work as a reader. If you would like me for either, I am currently open for reviewing! Please send a message on my Ko-Fi account

Author/Mangaka Recs

Original authors:

Mariana Zapata (Slow Burn & Age Gap)

Tessa Bailey (Contemporary and Nasty)

Maya Banks (NASTY, NASTY, NASTY)

Sylvia Day (Nasty)

Eve Dangerfield (Nasty, smut)

Raven Kennedy (Funny, nasty, adult fantasy)

Mangakas:

Umekoppe

Tomomitsu Yamamoto

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yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere · 2 years

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Representation matters!-in YA novels

-i am, obviously, not able to type ALL here, but the ones i know and love dearly+the ones I think are most important for the readers♥- I WILL KEEP UPDATING THIS WHEN NEEDED♥) +obvi not in any important-order!!

-BUT FIRST BOOKS THAT HELP FIGHT RACISM/EDUCATE/INFORM ABOUT BLACK LIVES:

-White Fragility: Why it’s so hard for white people to talk about Racism by Robin DiAngelo

-Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge

-The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X

-The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

-The Source of Self-Regard by Toni Morrison

(thank you for this list Dakota Johnson!)

-The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

-Dreams From My Father by Barack Obama

-Becoming by Michelle Obama

-BOOKS EDUCATING ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE/CRISIS list:

https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/139102124?shelf=climate-crisis

-BOOKS EDUCATING ABOUT AIDS/HIV list:

https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/139102124?shelf=about-aids-hiv

1. BISEXUAL-BI-REPRESENTATION (as a bi person myself I still think this should be represented more in media everywhere)

-bi boys: Isaac Sullivan (The Devouring Gray + The Deck Of Omens (duology), Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows, Grishaverse), Ness Arroyo/Eduardo Iron (Infinity Cycle Series-Infinity Son + Infinity Reaper as for now), Rufus Emeterio (They Both Die At The End), Nathan Allan (I Wish You All The Best), Magnus Bane (The Mortal Instruments), Nick Nelson (Heartstopper), Alex Claremont Diaz (Red, White & Royal Blue), Winter Young(Stars and Smoke), Jonah Collins & Dylan Ramirez (They Hate Each Other), Ash Ashton Taylor (The Law of Interia), Will Tavares (Only Mostly Devastated), Enrique “Quique” Luna (This Is Why They Hate Us), Adam Parrish (The Raven Cycle Series), Will Solace (Percy Jackson Series),

-bi girls: Violet Saunders (The Devouring Gray + The Deck Of Omens (duology), Nina Zenik (Six of Crows, Grishaverse), Maribelle Lucero (Infinity Cycle Series- Infinity Son + Infinity Reaper as for now), Vivi Duarte(TheCruelPrince-The Folk Of The Air), Imogen Scott (Imogen, Obviously), Cleo Ferrara (The Girl Next Door), Nora Holleran (Red, White & Royal Blue), Lara (Only Mostly Devastated), Jules Lu (The Charm Offensive), Lea Li Zhang (How to Find a Missing Girl), Sutton Spencer (Those Who Wait),

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1b. ASEXUAL REPRESENTATION

Ling Chang (The Diviners Series), Tolya Yul-Bataar (Grishaverse-ShadowAndBone), Tori Spring (Heartstopper), Isaac Henderson (Heartstopper),

1c. PANSEXUAL-PAN-REPRESENTATION

Parisa (The Charm Offensive), Iris Blackthorn (How to Find a Missing Girl),

2. GAY/ LESBIAN REPRESENTATION

-gay: Wylan Van Eck (Six Of Crows, Grishaverse), Henry DuBois IV (The Diviners Series), Griffin Griff Jennings(History Is All You Left Me), Brendan and Winston (Shatter Me Series), Prince Henry- Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor of Wales(Red White&Royal Blue), Amir Azadi(How It All Blew Up), Charlie Spring (Heartstopper), Orion Pagan(The First To Die At The End), Valentino Prince (The First To Die At The End), Clark Huckleton(If I See You Again Tomorrow), Beau Dupont (If I See You Again Tomorrow), Baz Pitch-Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch (Simon Snow Trilogy), Reynolds ^ Bartholomew Brimsley (Queen Charlotte), James (The Law of Interia), Ollie-Oliver (Only Mostly Devastated), Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle Series), Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson Series), Emil Rey (Infinity Cycle Series- Infinity Son+ Infinity Reaper as for now),

-lesbian: Arriane Alter (Fallen Series), Ling Chang (The Diviners Series), Tamar Kir-Bataar (Grishaverse-ShadowAndBone), Nadia Zhabin (Grishaverse-ShadowAndBone), Darcy Olsson (Heartstopper), Tara Jones (Heartstopper), Charlotte Thompson (Those Who Wait),

2b. Non-Binary Representation

-Ben Benjamin De Backer (I Wish You All The Best)

-Wyatt Fowler (The Feeling Of Falling In Love)

-Gem Echols (Godly Heathens)

-Jude Ricci(Okay, Cupid)

+please go read “Gender Euphoria“ by Laura Kate Dale

3. TRANSGENDER PEOPLE REPRESENTATION

- Wyatt Croft (The Witch King)

- Felix Love (Felix Ever After)

- Neil Kearney (The Feeling Of Falling In Love)

- Noah Byrd (The Borrow A Boyfriend Club)

-Enzo Truly (Godly Heathens)

-Gem Echols (Godly Heathens)

-Yadriel (Cemetery Boys)

-Huy Trinh(Okay, Cupid)

+please go read “Gender Euphoria“ by Laura Kate Dale

4. ASTHMA REPRESENTATION

- Arthur Penhaligon (The Keys To The Kingdom Series)

4a. DISABLED CHARACTERS REPRESENTATION

Kaz Brekker & Jesper Fahey & Wylan Van Eck (Grishaverse-Six Of Crows), Genya Safin(Grishaverse-Shadow And Bone), Ling Chang (The Diviners Series), Harper Carlisle (The Devouring Gray,The Deck Of Omens), Griffin (History Is All You Left Me) (OCD),

4b. EPILEPSY in Literature(Thank you for the list The Cameron Boyce Foundation)

-100 Sideways Miles by Andrew Smith

-The Idiot by Dostoevsky

-The Gentlemen’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

-Dings by Lance Fogan

-What the Wind Can Tell You by Sarah Marie A.Jette

-Mustaches for Maddie by Chad Morris and Shelly Brown

-When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead

-How Evan Broke His Head and Other Secrets by Garth Stein

-The Thing With Feathers by McCall Hoyle

- The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down by Anne Fadiman

5. DIABETES REPRESENTATION

- Cassie Salazar (Purple Hearts)

6. ADHD REPRESENTATION

- Jesper Fahey (Six Of Crows, Grishaverse)

- Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series)

- Alex Claremont Diaz (Red, White & Royal Blue)

- Anne Shirley (Anne Of Green Gables Series)

7. DYSLEXIA/ DYSGRAPHIA REPRESENTATION

- Wylan Van Eck (Six Of Crows, Grishaverse)

- Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series)

8. BLACK PEOPLE AS THE LEAD REPRESENTATION

-The Hate U Give- Angie Thomas

-Pride- Ibi Zoboi

-Beau Dupont (If I See You Again Tomorrow)

-Jesper Fahey(Grishaverse-Six Of Crows)

-Memphis Campbell(The Diviners Series)

8b. LATINX MAIN CHARACTERS-REPRESENTATION

Jude & Taryn Duarte (The Folk Of The Air Series starting with The Cruel Prince),

Alex Claremont-Diaz & June Claremont-Diaz (Red, White & Royal Blue),

Lila Reyes ( A Cuban Girl's Guide to Tea and Tomorrow ),

Infinity Son-Infinity Cycle Series, (many!)

This Is Why They Hate Us,

The First to Die at the End,

Rufus Emeterio (They Both Die At The End),

Cemetery Boys

9. THE PROTAGONIST WEARING GLASSES REPRESENTATION

- Emma Morley (One Day)

- Lewis Barnavelt (Lewis Barnavelt Series)

- Harry Potter (Harry Potter Series)

-Mateo Torrez (They Both Die At The End)

-Elle Argent (Heartstopper)

-Dev Deshpande (The Charm Offensive)

10. MUSLIM REPRESENTATION

-A Very Large Expanse Of Sea/AVLEOS-Tahereh Mafi

-An Emotion Of Great Delight/AEOGD-Tahereh Mafi

-All My Rage-Sabaa Tahir

-An Ember In The Ashes Series-Sabaa Tahir

-How It All Blew Up-Arvin Ahmadi

-Other Words for Home-Jasmine Warga

-My Heart and Other Black Holes-Jasmine Warga

11. NARCISSISTIC/ABUSIVE PARENT REPRESENTATION

-Aaron Warner (Shatter Me Series)

-Adam Kent (Shatter Me Series)

-Wylan Van Eck (Six Of Crows, Grishaverse)

-Ness Arroyo/Eduardo Iron (Infinity Cycle Series-Infinity Son + Infinity Reaper as for now)

-Evie O’Neill (The Diviners Series)

-Henry DuBois IV (The Diviners Series),

-Maxon Schreave (The Selection Series)

-Cardan Greenbriar (The Folk Of The Air Series)

-Sydney Sage (VA-Bloodlines)

-Adrian Ivashkov (Va-Bloodlines)

-Prince Kamran of Ardunia (This Woven Kingdom Series)

12. VEGAN REPRESENTATION

-Luce Price (Fallen Series)

-Emil Rey (Infinity Cycle Series- Infinity Son+ Infinity Reaper as for now)

-Bea (The Law of Inertia)

13. JEWISH PEOPLE REPRESENTATION

-Sam Lloyd/Sergei Lubovitch (The Diviners Series)

-Mabel Rose (The Diviners Series)

-Nora Holleran (Red, White & Royal Blue),

-Just One Day-Year-Night series by Gayle Forman

14. ASIAN PEOPLE REPRESENTATION

-Only a Monster by Vanessa Len

-James (The Law of Inertia)

15. LOSS/ GRIEF REPRESENTATION

-The Devouring Gray Duology-Christine Lynn Herman

-History Is All You Left Me + Infinity Cycle Series-Adam Silvera

-The Diviners Series-Libba Bray

-Grishaverse-Leigh Bardugo

-The Shadow Of The Wind- C R Zafón

-They Both Die At The End + The First To Die At The End-Adam Silvera

-This Woven Kingdom Series- Tahereh Mafi

-One Day-David Nicholls

16. WRITERS/AUTHORS REPRESENTATION

-Anne Shirley (Anne Of Green Gables Series)

-Daniel Sempere (The Shadow Of The Wind-The Cemetery Of Forgotten Books Series)

-Julian Carax (The Shadow Of The Wind)

-Emma Morley (One Day)

-David Martin (The Angel’s Game-The Cemetery Of Forgotten Books Series)

-Memphis Campbell (The Diviners Series)

-Orion Pagan (The First To Die At The End)

-Prince Henry- Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor of Wales(Red White&Royal Blue)

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