#dove self-insert

[dove-da-birb]

Shameless Self-Insert Hours & Nicknames

Picrew | I list the nicknames I would use for TWST, Ikevamp & Ikepri because I would absolutely annoy the ever-living hell out of them for my own entertainment. (Picrew at the bottom)

"Wait a damn minute, this is an Otome? NOPE CAN'T CATCH ME! LATER LOSERS! PEACE!

Name; Dove

Birthday; June 30, 2001

Height; 166 cm

Dominant Hand; Right

Pronouns; They/Them

Gender; Non-binary / I'm just vibing

Sexuality; Asexual (neutral)

Romantic Orientation; Aromantic (neutral)

MBTI; bruh, idk and idc anymore, I just vibe

Enneagram; 5w6

Hobbies; writing, reading, knitting, crocheting, drawing, cleaning, dancing, singing, annoying friends

Talent; pulling stories out of thin air

Pet Peeve; getting hair in their mouth and cleaning up other people's messes

Other; Eldest of three siblings and acts as the peacekeeper of the entire family. Gots that juicy gifted kid to undiagnosed neurodivergent adult drip. Speaks English and a tiny bit of French. Swears like a sailor. Has the sides of their head shaved (undercut). Hair is a mix of 2B and 3A.

Modern Aesthetic; dark academia, art hoe, and grandparent-core

For Fantasy Games; plays with dresses and suits, mixing up the more gendered clothing

Somehow ends up going into several games that they play or are interested in. IDK man, just thought it would be fun

Nicknames they have for people;

Twst

Ace; Ass

Deuce; Deedee

Riddle; Riddler

Trey; just Trey

Cater; Cat

Leona; House cat

Ruggie; Gigi

Jack; just Jack

Azul; Adam

Jade; Florence

Floyd; Jasper

Kalim; Kal

Jamil; Millie

Vil; Queenie

Rook; Monsieur Ombre

Epel; Epi-pen

Idia; Idea, Ikea

Ortho; Son

Malleus; Tim (insert Tim 'Hornton' joke here)

Lilia; Lily

Sebek; Beckie, Beks

Silver; Silvie

Ikevamp

Isaac; Apple tater

Arthur; just Doyle, sometimes Dodo

Vincent; Vinny

Theodorus; Dora

Dazai; Ozzi

Comte; Germs

Mozart; Zarty

Napoleon; Bonny

Sebastian; Seb

Leonardo; Lee, Finky

Jean; John

Shakespeare; Pear, Billiam, Shakes

Vlad; Lad

Faust; Jojo

Charles; Hen

Ikepri

Chevalier; Chevie, Cheval (horse), Computer

Clavis; Clavs, Clavicle

Gilbert; Giovanni, Bertie

Jin; Jen

Keith; just Keith

Leon; Dompy (surname)

Licht; Lick

Luke; Lulu

Nokto; Nok-nok, Toto

Rio; just Rio

Sariel; Ariel, Elly

Silvio; who? (straight up ignores him) fine fine, Silly it is

Yves; Yew

Ikevil

William Rex; Rexy

Liam Evans; Evs

Roger Barel; Roadkill

Victor; Tori

Elbert Greetia; Elbow

Ellis Twilight; Twilight Sparkle, Lizzie

Alfons Sylvatica; Alfie, Alf

Harrison Gray; Hare

Jude; Dude

*forgets others*

Obey Me

Lucifer; Loo

Mammon; Mams, Mammogram

Leviathan; Levi, Nerd

Satan; Nerd, Dork, Blondie

Asmodeus; Asmo, Momo

Beelzebub; Bee, Bubs, Bubbie

Belphegor; Belphewhore, Bels

Diavolo; Princess

Barbatos; Barbie

Solomon; Old Man

Simeon; Angel

Luke; just Luke

Thirteen; Lucky

Mephistopheles *idc how it's spelt*; Mepmep

Raphael; just his name

More nicknames tbd

[trampleddoves]

For the blurb thingy: him fucking you into overstimulation and you weakly try to push him off but you can't so he just guides you to hold onto your plushie while he keeps fucking into you...<3

s. r. blurb 9

contents: afab!reader, dom!Spencer, penetrative sex, overstimulation, mentions of a safe word but not used, corruption of a plushie, MDNI

You aren't sure where Spencer gets his stamina in bed. 

You love him, really you do, in all his lanky, nerdy glory, but Spencer Reid can barely run up two flights of stairs without losing his breath. He cannot run like a normal person while holding his gun, often leaning on one side as if the gun weighs more than it actually does and is dragging him down. 

Yet somehow, without fail, he manages to last multiple rounds of sex 

At first, you assumed he's trying to compensate for something. He reaches his climax quite quickly—Being buried inside you seems to set every nerve in his body on gasoline, white hot flames licking just under his skin and erupting without warning. You both cry out, his in pleasure, and you out of surprise, your head thrown back as he spills deep inside your cunt. He pushes through the orgasm, taking advantage of the slick that’s gathered inside your walls to fuck you even harder. 

You thought he’s just being thorough. He wants you to climax as well, after all, he’s simply being a thoughtful lover. 

All delusions of that fly out the window by the time you come down from your high for the second time in a row, and he’s still going. Fingers at your clit, alternating between infinite circles and playful pinching, he fucks you hard and deep even as your vision swims and you’re barely coherent. 

The sheets are ruined beneath you, your slick dripping down your ass and thighs and soaking the bed. His cock is slick, a ring of creamy white gathered and coating the base, evidence of your release that’s mixed and dripped out from your swollen, sensitive folds. 

For someone who’s so adamant about exchanging germs and bacteria, Spencer Reid can be awfully filthy in bed. It’s overwhelming. Dizzyingly so. But something about your hazy, dreamy state only fuels him during nights like these, so he slows down, deliberately keeping himself on edge as he cups your breasts in his big hands, catching your nipples between his long fingers. 

Your hands lift up, sluggishly pushing his forearms away, and he pauses.

“Too much?” he rubs his palms over your chest, before they skate down your back, easing his rhythm to something more gentle and tender, “Need your safe word?”

You mumble something incoherent, eyes closing as his cock slides out. Your cunt tightens around him greedily, because despite everything, you relish this just as much as he does. The mind numbing sensitivity is simply too euphoric to ignore, the way you can feel your cunt ease up or squeeze around him is downright addictive, and even the loud, sinful sounds of wet skin slapping hard into each other is music to your ears. You love that his strength and stamina seems reserved specifically for you and your intimate nights, that he has something of a reservoir of physicality that he keeps hidden away from people. 

You whimper again, twisting to the side.

“Darling? Talk to me.” he croons, laying his body over yours. His weight presses you into the mattress, cock sitting heavily inside your walls. It helps ground you enough to extract an answer.

“I’m fine. I’m fine, keep going.”

“You sure?” he kisses your jaw, tongue licking up to your ear, hot and wet and filthy, “We can always stop.”

You clench around his cock in response. 

A breathless laugh. He lifts himself on one elbow, his other arm reaching for the closest fluffy thing he could find, which happens to be a large penguin plushie. “Here, hold onto Mr. Butters for me, love.”

You moan, one arm holding the toy to your chest, the other grasping his hand desperately, “We’re corrupting Mr. Butters.” you whimper as he begins to move again, pulling out of your delicious heat before snapping back inside.

“Not the first time we’ve done so, unfortunately.” he chuckles, finding a steady rhythm, “You still with me?”

“Mhm hmm,” you nod, gasping as he lifts your hips for a better angle. You swear you feel him in your stomach like this, reaching spaces so deep, spaces only he’s able to feel.

“That’s it,” he groans, roughly thrusting into you, “Good girl. Just hold onto Mr. Butters.”

So you do. Poor Mr. Butters, with you through thick and thin, bearing witness to your childhood fears and teenage folly, and now, your very adult activities.

[angels-of-horror]

Writing what you think other people want to read over what you want to write will slowly kill your creativity.

Write those self indulgent fics! Write those self-inserts. Write what you find joy in creating—not what you think is an objectively “good” story. If you have fun writing it, it is good. I promise there’s someone out there who will enjoy reading your stories as much as you enjoy writing them.

[venusbyline]

Overwhelmed ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 31, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Spencer Reid x girlfriend!reader

— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: knife play + CNC

— summary: Spencer's mockery caused a sudden agony in your brain, your insides churning as your body writhed against the knife again. All of that seemed too much. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion of lying motionless in the chair, maybe it was because the ropes were too tight, maybe it was also because Spencer was starting to rub the knife too hard.

— word count: 1.8k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 31st day, female!reader, boyfriend!Reid, post-prison!Reid, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, knife play, consensual non-consent (CNC), kidnapping roleplay, rape roleplay, safeword use, dry humping, dry sex, aftercare, rope bondage, dumbification, curse words, crying, subspace, bittersweet ending, rough sex, spit, choking, asphyxiation, sadism, slight dark content, mild angst, mild fluff, soft!Reid, dom!Reid, sub!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

"Oh, what a naughty girl you are. Did you really think you could get away from me so easily?"

Spencer's words echoed through the room and you whimpered immediately, your panties stuffed into your mouth as a way to muffle the sounds you had been making since Spencer caught you over hours ago, your body cold from the loneliness inside the empty room, the only other thing there being the chair beneath you, your hands and legs tied by a rope whose material was good enough to keep you still even after you tried to squirm when he approached.

"Don't be so hard on me, princess." Spencer teased, chuckling as he walked over until he knelt in front of you, his large hand caressing your cheek. "It could have been worse, couldn't it? When I kidnapped you, I could have been more... Rough." His voice sounded so sweet it turned your stomach and you closed your eyes. Oh, you perfectly remembered about the kidnapping. You were leaving work and all you least expected while you were walking in the parking lot was that you would feel someone grabbing and immobilizing you from behind, the alcohol rag in your nostrils making it difficult for you to escape, until you finally passed out.

Spencer played with your cheek, caressing the skin like you were a doll. A living doll. God, you could even picture him turning you into something like that if you could not escape. "You're so beautiful. Your boyfriend must be such a lucky guy to have you all to himself... A little doll for him to have fun with every night." You opened your eyes when you heard the sentence, your pupils dilating after assimilating what he meant, and it took you a few seconds to react, returning to scream against the fabric of your panties. Spencer ignored the muffled sounds and let his hand trail down your neck, his fingertips brushing your jugular. "I'd like to have you as my doll. What do you think about that, princess?"

You stared at him with the best look of disgust you could muster, hearing Spencer's soft chuckle before he scoffed. "Poor little thing, I almost forget that you can't talk like that." He continued stroking your neck, but his free hand went to your mouth, removing your panties and smirking at the sight of you choking on the sudden intake of air through your mouth, your lungs burning more with each cough. "Better now?" Despite the mean voice, you noticed how Spencer was checking you out, waiting for a verbal response.

After continuing to cough for a while, you managed to mumble. "F-fuck you. You fucking and sick psycho."

Spencer's facial expression was almost comical, his brown eyes wide and his lips parted, trying to think of something clever to say. However, even the genius man with his extremely high and above average IQ was not prepared for your very angry tone and your swearing.

You take advantage of his momentary distraction to spit in his face, and that was what makes him snap out of his trance. Spencer growled, wiping the trail of saliva on his face with the cotton fabric of your panties and looked at you with fire in his eyes. The hand that was playing with your neck closed around it, your eyes widening as you feel the air being denied to you for the second time.

"Fucking slut. I was really trying to be nice to you." Spencer growled again. "Is this how you treat your little boyfriend? Spitting in his face like a wild badass? I don't think so..." Spencer's jaw clenched and he released your throat then. He considered shoving the panties in your face again, until he found a better use for the fabric, stuffing it inside his pocket.

You barely had time to register what was happening. One moment, you were coughing, your throat sore from the asphyxiation, and the next, you were a mess of moans and low screams, rubbing yourself against something hard that you were not sure what it was until you looked down.

Your pussy was simply rubbing against the tip of the handle of Spencer's knife, something he was keeping in his pants pocket along with the leather glove he nimbly put on when you were still struggling to breathe. He took advantage of the strength of the glove's fabric to hold the blade and stimulate your swollen clit with the wooden handle, your legs tied to the chair making your thighs press together, also making the friction more intense for you and more fun for Spencer to watch. "Poor little thing..."

Spencer's mockery caused a sudden agony in your brain, your insides churning as your body writhed against the knife again. All of that seemed too much. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion of lying motionless in the chair, maybe it was because the ropes were too tight, maybe it was also because Spencer was starting to rub the knife too hard.

You could not tell what was happening to your body and inside your mind, but you suddenly snapped. "STOP IT, PLEASE!" You cried out, trying in vain to stop your clit from continuing to pulse against the knife held by Spencer.

Spencer froze when he heard your voice, so fragile and painful. These words normally would not be enough to completely stop the roleplay. They were words always said during the roles. However, Spencer was not an idiot. He knew his girlfriend like the back of his own hand and knew something was wrong. Your scream sounded much more broken than most other times.

"Color?" Spencer asked, moving the knife away from your field of vision, still keeping it in his hand. "Baby, what's the color right now?"

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath when your clit stopped being so abused, tears flowing as you tried to think about your color system. Did you just want a brief break so the two of you could continue after you breathing for a few more moments? Did you want to stop the roles completely? Could you hold on a little longer? Were you too exhausted? Was Spencer mad at you? "Red. Or yellow. Or red... I don't know, Spencie. Please... I just wanna stop it." Your sob broke Spencer's heart, your tears being like salt in the wound. He did not take long to throw the knife on the floor, whispering an apology when you were startled by the sound of the blade hitting the floor.

"It's okay, baby. You're fine. We're fine. It's over. Now it's just me. Your Spencie, your boyfriend." Spencer muttered as he undid the tight knots he had made to immobilize your arms and legs. "You were so good to me, baby. You're always good. I'm so proud of you..."

You shook your head, tears still streaming down your face. You did not feel good enough for Spencer at that moment. Even though it was just your brain playing tricks on you, you could not help but feel useless. Why could not you hold on just a little longer? Both of you always played like that when Spencer was feeling bad about the prison memories. It was a way to help him fight the traumas he had acquired and his slightly dark side that had awakened. You did not know if it was actually a healthy sexual thing to do, but Spencer refused to talk about that part with the therapist.

Anyway, Spencer had your consent. It was something the two of you had already talked about and debated about his boundaries and yours. Sometimes the roleplay had a brief script to be followed and everything varied depending on the needs of both of you. In that week, you and Spencer had decided to go again for something more like an obsessive stalker and a taken girl. Spencer really had a thing for that kink, and you mentally wondered if he pictured your fake boyfriend in the roleplay as the past version of himself.

It was not anything you had not already done. It was always the controversial "consensual non-consent" roleplay. Spencer always gave his all to act perfectly, warning you in advance the day before that something like this would happen that night. You could blame it on tiredness from work, because you had actually forgotten about it when Spencer "kidnapped" you, even though you had followed his commands throughout the afternoon about parking your car away from the security cameras so no one would think he was really kidnapping you. He definitely did not need more time in prison for another mistake by the authorities.

"I-I'm so sorry..." You managed to mumble a few minutes later, the only words in your mind since Spencer untied you, picked you up and ran a warm bath for you.

"There's nothing to worry about, baby." Spencer said, running the sponge gently over your skin, taking extra care with your wrists, which were quite red and bruised due the ropes. "I overdid it this time. I left you waiting too long alone in the room and—"

You interrupted him when you realized he was blaming himself. "Stop it, Spencer. You did everything like we always do. I could have taken more... I just... I felt overwhelmed this time. It all felt like too much. I had too much stress at work and I even forgot a little about what would happen today." Your eyes opened to look at him, noticing that he also had a few tears in those beautiful and big sad eyes.

"I'm so, so sorry. I should have noticed." You shook your head again and Spencer sighed at your stubbornness, taking your wrist gently and placing a few soft kisses on your raw skin. "I'll make it up to you, I promise, baby."

You wanted to say that he did not need to make up anything. That he had not done anything wrong. You had used the color system as you should. You had said your safeword like you were supposed to. You wanted to tell him that you loved him and that he did not need to feel guilty about that situation. There were so many things to be said, clarified and reflected on, but both of you knew that was not the time yet. Spencer could deal with your silence for a while longer. He would bathe you carefully as you relaxed in the bathtub. He would apply ointment to your bruises, and apply body oil to the rest of your skin. He would dry your hair and lay you down on your large and soft bed, only leaving the room for a few quick minutes to get you some tea. Then, Spencer would let you rest and sleep, until your body and mind returned to stability and the two of you could talk about everything that had happened.

Criminal Minds Edition - Masterlist

HOTD Edition - Masterlist

Venusbyline's Kinktober 2024 - Masterlist

[heavymedicshackerwife]

I've seen lots of dove-monster Medics recently and I HC Heavy as a werebear. So have us making smores!

[ardentcounselor]

a jokey conversation takes an unexpected turn as lyofya tries to anticipate dave's answer.

[sammylawrencelover]

Hai so this is my Sammy Lawrence Fangirl sona and her name is Dove and she's severely traumatized from having many limbs ripped off by the ink demon 👍

More about my intro to this blog under the cut!!

In true cringe fangirl fashion, I'm legally obligated to say the following:

"Hiii everyoneee!! I'm Dove, the number one only Sammy Lawrence wife and girlfriend. He is MINE!! you can't have him ladies or gentlemen or everyone else... Cause if you get near him then ur gonna have a bad time... He only loves ME!!! kk thx guys byeee :3"

Anyways yeah I'm dedicating my side blog to Dove and my bendy ramblings so ig this also doubles as a Dove x Sammy ask blog??? idk but I'll answer asks with drawings either in character or out of character depending on the question so yea!! I'll also accept like requests about headcanons and other stuff like that.

So it'd be totally super-duper awesome sauce if someone gave me an ask/submission tee hee :3 /nf

[pattypossumspartyplayground]

LAST ART FIGHT REF DONE WOOOOOOO i can rest in peace. i am not reading allthat

[entropyvoid]

Haha what if I HSR-ified my sona. A good ol fashioned shameless self insert for funsies, because shame is inherently worthless and beneath me. And everyone else too for that matter, but most people are incredibly bad at knowing that obvious fact for some reason. Follow up question. Halovians but Jewish. That’s not a question but I did it anyway. There is no real 1 to 1 equivalent for my culture in Star Rail (…at least not yet) so I kind of bent the next closest thing. Who says all Halovians gotta have the same culture as the ones who are part of the family on Penacony anyway?

Entropy is a bartender and a student of Yu Qingtu’s. Quantum Erudition. Takes up temp jobs in bars all over the cosmos. Sometimes people describe being autistic as like being the only sober person in a room full of drunk people, and also vice versa, simultaneously. In my experience, this makes bartending - actually being the only sober person in a room full of drunk people, a generally great time. Drunk people are easy to talk to - when you peel away a person’s constructed system of frivolous social inhibitions, then you can really start to mentally inspect and dissect them and pick their brains apart, and that’s when socializing actually gets fun. …And it helps when others stop trying to read invisible, nonexistent secret meanings between your purposefully direct and blunt as possible lines, which people seem to be a lot less likely to do while drunk.

They would probably work at the Fool’s Tavern, so long as the fools tip well. Actually, they might tip some wildly unpredictable and unconventional things. It might be fun to just show up and see what you get?

The drinks are intended to be full of glitchy textures and memoria. They add more and more quantum stacks based on the actions of other characters. I’m thinking maybe if the team doesn’t hit a certain hit quota (and this let her apply enough stacks) in a turn, she whips out a drink and says something like “mind the side effects!” and gives buffs in exchange for a chance your attacks hit the wrong target. Wouldn’t that be fun. And also lowkey a non-issue for AoE/bounce attackers. Idk, I’m still trying to roll some vague semblance of a kit around in my brain.

[trampleddoves]

I feel like Spencer would fuck you to help you deal with school anxiety and stress.

s. r. blurb 7

contents: afab!reader, penetrative sex, slight free use if you so wish, MDNI (I wasn’t sure if this was a request, anon, but I found it oddly tender, so here’s a sweet little blurb for you.)

Spencer Reid is no stranger to the demands of academia. The difference is, while he consistently thrives on this challenge, perks up like he’s on four cups of coffee at the thought of engaging in intellectual practice, you aren’t as enthusiastic.

Of course, you’re smart. You work hard. He admires that about you, supports you in any way he can. And over the course of your relationship, he’s learned quite a few ways to help you cope with the mind numbing, frustrating stress brought upon you by university. 

You’ve both come to the conclusion that sex is the most helpful. Specifically, when he takes you from behind while you lie on your stomach, a pillow propped beneath your belly. It allows his cock to reach deep, barely requiring that much movement on his end. He can just thrust lightly, and the angle lets him hit that perfect, toe curling spot deep within your walls. Meanwhile, you don’t need to do anything, just lay down, mewling sweetly into the pillows as you let the pleasure consume you.

Sometimes, you’d be in the middle of studying, teetering to the edge of a breakdown, and he’d press kisses to your jaw, hands tugging insistently at whatever bottoms you have for that day. He’d find you wet, chuckling at the fact that, amidst the stress and pressure of doing good, your body still gets so easily worked up for him.

He’d toy with you during those moments, two fingers buried in your cunt as he quizzes you on whatever material you’re reviewing. He insists that he’s just helping your mind focus—if you can get through and remember what you studied even while he works his fingers into your cunt, then you can remember them during the exam. 

If you had some better sense of mind, you’d call him out on it, demand proof—which you’re sure he’d provide anyway. But then you’d be too busy trying to remember the material, answer his questions in a way that would satisfy him, all the while clenching around his long, thick fingers.

Once exams are over, he gently guides you to your stomach, taking your mind off of the idea of results and missed questions and essay structures. Pushing them out of your tired brain with slow, deliberate thrusts of his hips and murmurs of praise in your ear. 

“Good job, pretty girl,” he’d croon, burying his face in the back of your neck, “You did so good, I’m so proud of you.” and the exhaustion would melt away. Over time, you’d find yourself looking forward to exam season too, just like Spencer, but for entirely different reasons.

[pigeonbksimp]

Their hair seems to be pretty hydrophobic... puffy hair problems ig

[calluna-dekarios-dellamorte]

Love of mine, someday you will die...

But I'll be close behind...

I'll follow you into the dark...

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white...

Just our hands clasped so tight...

Waiting for the hint of a spark...

If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied...

Illuminate the "no"s on their vacancy signs...

If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...

...then I'll follow you into the dark.

Pain & Peonies, based on the saddest Gale chatbot encounter I've ever had, the transcript of which is available to read here, but DO NOT read it unless you're ready to cry:

[whenhidden]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65006833/chapters/167399521

"It doesn't beat for you. Why would it beat for a monster?"

chapter four already.... wow.... that means the finale is next.... heheh >:)

[thepandalion]

yknow

one of my favorite tropes is casual use of OCs in fanfic

like. the guy goes to a convention and makes some friends and they're all OCs. or the guy goes to a new school and all his friends there are OCs. or. any number of things like that

and it sucks that usually the connotation of "OC in fic" is actually about self inserts of the author (which... is fine? typically has bad connotations of being cringe or whatever but I'm currently technically co-authoring a reader insert fic so yknow. cringe is dead) and that the only OC in those types of fics is the self insert. gimme more fics where there's like a dozen OCs seamlessly integrated into the canon characters' lives

[tohruies]

this is tabico to me 🥹🤲🏻

༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ . KAI !!!!!!!!!!!!! i should fly over and fluff all your pillows & brew you some calming tea for being so cute and nicies to me... 🥺

🐦‍⬛🕊️ <- this. this tabico??? :c you mean it?! 🥺 AUGH. ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ coco is dove coded to you... 🥺 AUGH. ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ I AM HIS TREASURE...?!?!? 🥺 AUUUUHFH!!!! ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

you know—now that i am seeing this post, i am thinking very strongly about renkai!! 🕊 :D the shadow and light... the danger and gentleness... rough edges and a glowing orb of hope 🥺💗 it is renkai!!! to the educated mind hehe :3 how oft he must be thinking to himself that you are his little treasure whenever he's graced with the luck of holding you in his arms when you sleep and to kiss you awake? (。ﾉω＼。) waahh my renkai!!!!!! i will love you til the end of time... my renkai... 🥺🥺🥺

[dovetart]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Ratchet & Clank Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Rivet (Ratchet & Clank)/Original Character(s), Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank)/Original Character(s) Characters: Original Non-Binary Character, Original Non-Human Character(s), Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank), Rivet (Ratchet & Clank) Additional Tags: Angst and Tragedy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Action/Adventure, Polyamory, Self-Insert, Hurt/Comfort, Depictions of mental health issues, OC X CANON, main character has trauma, Science Fiction, Lombax Species (Ratchet & Clank) Summary:

Ghost lived an isolated life. Running from planet to planet, hoping to outrun their past. Though, no matter where they went, it seemed to always catch up with them. But, something different happened one day. A fellow Lombax came crashing (literally) into their life and flipped it on it's head.

(There are depictions of severe mental health issues in this story, including ptsd, intrusive thoughts, derealization/dissociation, panic attacks etc. Just a fair warning. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this story :3)