#maxim horvath/reader

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

It's a highway to hell but, oh the things we do for love - Masterlist

This fic is a Greek mythology au. This fic includes: betrayal, attempted human sacrifice, violence, choking, character death, cursing, forced marriage, mentions of nightmares, references to Greek mythology, enemies to lovers, and manipulation.

The fic title is a combination of two song titles. One of the song titles is Highway to Hell by AC/DC and the other song title is The Things We Do For Love by 10cc.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

[blueberryismilk18]

I’ll be doing Alfred Molina Character headcanons, just some small ones. I’ll do almost any character! Just read my rules first please and thank you! I’ll keep the Molina Fans FED

[verysmolnerd]

You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾

Otto Octavius:

He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!

You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!

So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.

There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.

You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.

It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.

He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.

You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hello, my dear. How are-“

You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾

What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.

With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.

Doc Ock:

How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!

He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.

You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.

And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.

Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.

He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.

He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.

“For the last time. Get out-“

Boop attack!! 🐾🐾

The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.

They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.

And Otto? He’s in shock.

He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.

The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.

Maxim Horvath:

You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.

It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.

When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.

When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.

He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.

Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.

It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.

So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.

“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“

Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.

Snidley Whiplash:

With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.

It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.

“Give us your money and all of your gold.”

You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.

“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”

An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.

“Or we’ll shoot you!”

You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.

Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”

“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.

Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.

“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“

You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!

A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.

He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.

Hugh Weldon:

He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.

You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.

You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?

He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.

But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.

He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.

So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.

When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.

“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“

He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.

You got him back, in the best way.

Comte de Reynaud:

The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.

You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.

He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.

Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.

You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.

And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”

He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.

He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.

When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.

“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.

Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾

His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”

That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.

Kostya:

The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.

You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.

However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.

So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.

It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.

So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.

Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.

Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.

He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.

The boops brought him out of his shell.

Armand Gamache:

Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.

You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.

You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.

He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.

You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.

However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.

“What are you planning?”

And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾

He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.

But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.

Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.

It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.

[plush4bunny]

⚠️cw: flashing lights (transition)

It's not normal for the coil behind your navel to tighten with every single button that he opens on his shirt. It's not normal for your mouth to water when the dress shirt is finally open, and you can admire the glimpse of skin that is discreetly presented. It's not normal for your lips to tingle with desire to kiss the tattoos he uncovers when he pushes his shirt off his body. Heaven knows you didn't even think that this elegant man had tattoos, but he does, and you want to trace every single line with your mouth.

- scene from @chrism02’s Maxim Horvath x reader fanfic in a boss x employee relationship called “Perfume the air”

➡️ illustrations used in the video edit:

[andres-galans-wife]

I look to you and I see nothing part 2

Gif by @gifofhubris-a

His gaze flicked away for a moment, and you saw the struggle within him, the war between his feelings for you and his desire to bring Morgana back. He was silent for a moment, the ticking of the clock in the background the only sound. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"If you were... if you could..." He swallowed hard. "Yes, I would use you to do so.”

"Then it's time for me to go!”

He took a step forward, panic and desperation warring in his eyes.

"Wait—" His voice cracked, a raw plea, so out of character for the stoic man he usually was. "Don't go.”

You stood up, walked into your guys’ shared bedroom, and packed your stuff into suitcases.

He watched as you began packing, a mix of helplessness and frustration etched on his face. He took a step forward, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side, as if he was physically restraining himself from stopping you. Every fiber of his being wanted to reach out, to pull you back, to stop you from leaving...

"Please." His voice was barely louder than a whisper, the single word carrying a world of desperation.

"It's too late, Maxim. You’ve made your choice!”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, his body tensing. He took another step forward, his eyes locked on yours, pleading for you to listen, to understand.

"I chose you." He protested, the words torn from him. "I chose you, damn it!”

"No. You said you would use me to bring Morgana back. That right there shows me where your priorities are!”

He flinched at the truth in your words but refused to back down.

"Damn it, you know that's not all—" He took another step forward, closing the distance between you two, his hands reaching out but halting before they could touch you.

"You have to understand— I love you. More than I ever thought I could love anyone. But Morgana is... she's— I need her back.”

"But you don't need me as much as you need her. I'm sorry, Max. I can't stay here anymore. The distance that has grown between us, it's too much!”

Despair, resignation, and anger all fought for dominance across his face. He clenched his jaw so hard it looked painful, and the muscles in his neck stood taut like cords.

He wanted to protest, to argue, to find some way to change your mind. But the words lodged in his throat, held back by a mix of pride, desperation, and a deep-seated fear of losing you.

"Don't do this..."

His voice was hoarse, almost ragged.

You left, stopping at the door. You turned and looked at him, smiling sadly.

“I love you, Max.”

With that, you left.

He stood there, frozen in the now-empty kitchen, the soft 'click!' of the door closing behind you like a slap to the face. The house seemed suddenly too quiet, too empty, the silence deafening.

He took a step forward, his hand reaching out towards the door, as if trying to will you back through sheer force of will. The words, your last words, echoed in his mind and dug into his heart like a knife.

"I love you, too���”

[lost-in-the-forest-again]

Who is ready for a surreal and ✨Spicy✨ chapter of my Dark!Horvath fic??

[my0favorite0art]

CurbItKirby Masterlist A.1

Masterlist A.2

Masterlist B (OCs w Molina face-claim)

A masterlist of @curbitkirby's Alfred Molina character fics. The masterlist had to be split into parts due to tumblr's link limit. The lists are sorted alphabetically by character, if you can't find what you're looking for check the other lists!

Note: up to date as of May 28, 2024

Stephan Arden

flirting

Manuel Aringarosa

priest kink

“Big Boss” (The Devil has a Name)

cockwarming Boss under desk

Boss notices Reader's tongue piercing

Boss likes Reader's ink 

Jim Bussey

touch-starved oral fingering 

ghost sex 

Tiny!Reader Borrower AU 

lonely reader

Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin 

Catburglar!Reader tries to steal from Penguin light angst 

Catburglar!Reader violence first meeting 

Catburglar!Reader rough sex light degradation  

Catburglar!Reader rough sex jealousy light angst 

Catburglar!Reader gun violence angst 

Reader gives Oswald a gift 

Catburglar!Reader cockwarming cheating angst 

Catburglar!Reader hurt comfort sex bathing 

Dom!Reader gets eaten out 

sex pollen caning object insertion 

Young!Penguin fucks Waitress!Reader slut shaming  

Journalist!Reader sex pollen drugged sex breeding kink dubcon

What festive bondage Catburgler!Reader

Catburgler!Reader dark angst noncon threats

Dark!Oswald x Driver!reader

Dark!Oswald x Driver!Reader violence jealousy

“Colonel” (The Treat)

Mimi introduces Reader to the Colonel spanking

Leland Drury 

priest kink

confession booth sex infidelity breeding kink blasphemy 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.1 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.2 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.3

Disobedient Part 1

Disobedient Part 2

Andres Galan 

Reader gives Galan's daughter a ride and he asks them out

Boss!Galan marries reader spanking breeding kink p.1

Boss!Galan marries reader spanking breeding kink p.2 

Virgin!Reader unprotected sex pregnancy 

lactation kink pregnancy sex 

nipple piercings phone sex 

cockwarming drabble 

exhibitionism hot tub sex 

angry jealous Boss!Galan rough

Armand Gamache

workplace sex blowjob fucking 

Widower!Armand werewolf angst 

there's only one bed 

car sex 

power imbalance rough sex degradation 

Jordan Greene

past sexual trauma face slapping angst p.1 

femdom p.2 

Jordan x dominatrix!Reader p.1

Jordan x dominatrix!Reader p.2

Maxim Horvath

Apprentice!Reader dom/sub caning

Horvath fucking Apprentice!Reader mirror kink

Horvath and Reader get high

dom/sub Horvath aftercare fluffy 

Apprentice!Reader cockwarming wax kink 

Dom!Reader power struggle face riding 

Horvath shrinks and eats out Tiny!Reader 

angst degradation cock worship p.1 

angst self-degradation oral sex p.2 

Horvath invites you out with ulterior motives p.3 

Widowed!Reader Horvath arranged marriage

Alpha!Horvath Omega!Apprentice!reader heavy angst p.1

Alpha!Horvath Omega!Apprentice!reader heavy angst p.2

[meganlpie]

Nonsensical Soulmark

I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while even though this isn’t a character I typically write for, but as Ducky has recently decided she likes “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice”, I’ve been getting a lot of ideas for one Maxim Horvath. So here you go! *Familiar Characters are not mine!*

Story: In a world where you have your soulmate’s age on your skin until you meet them, you are puzzled by your own mark. Not a number. A question mark. 

Warnings: Soulmate AU(surprise, surprise), angsty-ish. Open to writing a 2nd part. Not a normal fandom for me to write for.

Pairings: reader(written with fem! in mind, but no fem!pronouns were used), Maxim Horvath, Balthazar Blake x Veronica(mentioned), Dave Stutler.

When you reached a certain age, a number was supposed to appear on your skin. The number was supposedly the age your soulmate would be when you met them and it appeared in the first place your soulmate would touch your skin. The fact that your mark was on your wrist didn't faze you. What did bother you was the fact that your mark was…different. Instead of a number, you had a question mark glaring back up at you from your skin.

         It made absolutely no sense. How could the universe NOT know how old your soulmate would be when you met them? Your best friend, Dave, had been lucky. He met his soulmate at the ripe old age of ten. Granted, that was a rough time for him, but he had recently reconnected with her and things seemed to be going well aside from his new friend, Balthazar.

         You didn't care what Dave told everyone; that man was NOT his uncle. He wasn't your soulmate either. He had touched you, but it was the wrong wrist. Not that it mattered. You really didn't want for him to be your soulmate. He irritated you and he was most definitely not your type. You hoped your soulmate was nothing like Balthazar. And it seemed your hopes would be realized when you met him.

         Dave had asked you take Tank for a walk since he had been so busy with Balthazar. You'd reluctantly agreed so now you were entering Dave's "secret lab" of sorts to pick up the canine. You froze on the spot when you saw Balthazar being pinned to one of Dave's contraptions by, seemingly nothing. Two other people looked up at you and for a moment, it felt like a never ending staring contest.

         You completely ignored the Depeche Mode wannabe in favor of staring into the deep, dark eyes of the older gentlemen. Electricity crackled between you as you stared at one another. Then, as quickly as everything froze, chaos broke loose again.

         The feeling of moving against your will made you nauseous. You couldn't even process the fact that you were floating through the air toward the older gentleman you'd been gazing at. As soon as you were close to him, he grabbed your wrist. His grip wasn't tight. Only tight enough you couldn't get away. Without thinking, your hand came up of its own free will and smacked him across the face.

         His head whipped to the side and your eyes widened. You hadn't meant to do that. You weren't usually a violent person. But what surprised you more was that, as he turned back to you, something shimmered around his face. When the shimmering stopped you were greeted with sight of your name across his cheek. You gasped rather loudly as you registered that your felt like your wrist was on fire.

         The man dropped your wrist and whatever had been holding you up suddenly let go, sending you to the floor. That didn't faze you however as you instantly picked your hand up to look at your wrist. Sure enough, in place of the ridiculous question mark, there was now a name. Maxim Horvath.

         To your surprise, Balthazar began chuckling. You swung your eyes over to him for a moment. "Seems like your soulmark was right after all, wasn't it, Horvath?" The other gentleman, Maxim, glared at Balthazar with a venom you'd never seen before. The two of them continued a conversation that confused you. Something about a woman. As much as you didn't want it to hurt, it was clear Maxim wasn't happy about finding his soulmate.

         The next thing you knew, Maxim and his crony were leaving. His dark eyes met your gaze for a brief moment before he left. If you hadn't known better,  you could have sworn he looked guilty. Dave was at your side. "You okay?" You shook your head as tears began to fall. "No, David. I'm not freaking okay! All this time. All this time thinking the universe was against me and sure enough, I was right! I just met my soulmate and he wants NOTHING to do with me! Not to mention the weird crap that just happened right in front of me! When the hell were you going to tell me you went to Hogwarts, Dave?!" Dave laughed softly, shaking his head while Balthazar looked unimpressed.

         "Horvath has been looking for you for a long time," Balthazar interjected, earning a glare from you. You really didn't like that man. "I'm sorry, did you see the way he looked at me?" Balthazar nodded.

         "I did. His soulmark stopped making sense a long time ago for him so he set his sights on Veronica, a friend of us both and my soulmate. When Veronica inevitably chose me over him, Horvath's heart was broken. He tried every way possible to get rid of that soulmark because he didn't believe in destiny choosing for us, not when his heart yearned for another. But believe me when I say that Horvath needs you and he will come for you once he's had time to process. That's when we'll get the Grimhold."

         "Balthazar, no. We're not using Y/N as bait." Your glare at the older man hardened even further. "You know what, no. I'm not doing this. At all. If he wants to ignore whatever screwed up fate we're dealing with, that's fine. I can handle the consequences. But I won't be part of some little game between you and he over some woman." With that, you turned on your heel to leave as your mind raced with thoughts of the dark-eyed gentleman that would likely never accept you as his soulmate.

(a/n: Maxim is probably one of my favorite Molina characters besides Otto and I really enjoyed writing this. The next fic will be either a Gotham or a Harry Potter fic.)

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[itsthatbaddadbod]

REGENCY AU!

You are a young woman in the midst of courting season, hearing about the mysterious Mr. Horvath- a curious wealthy bachelor who made his way into town one night. What happens when tensions arise after your first meeting?

This chapter is 18+ ONLY. Woohoo!

LMAO HI. So... sorry I jumped off the face of the earth after three months thats so silly and mentally ill of me. Basically, I did a whole lot of adult things which is wild. I just moved to my own place (woohoo) and I'm opening a company and I got a new job. So a lot of fun silly updates. Um anyway I thought since I've been gone for so long it was time that I finally give you some food. This is not at all like edited and thats cause I just was so excited to get it out for y'all.

TW: Period-Typical Sexism, Mild Domestic Violence (at the beginning of the chapter, skip to the end if you are vulnerable to that kind of stuff I will not be offended and I'll summarize for you <3) Additional TW: PnV, (subtle) Dom Maxim

Tags: Maxim Horvath/Reader, Maxim Horvath, Alternate Universe - Regency, Eventual Smut, Enemies to Lovers, Teasing, What Are We, Porn With Plot, Light Angst, Watch Me make up regency history, Semi-Public Sex, Slow Burn, AFAB reader - Freeform, Horvath Is a Rat Bastard

ENJOY!!!

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

It's a highway to hell but, oh the things we do for love (2)

This fic is a Greek mythology au. This fic includes: betrayal, attempted human sacrifice, violence, choking, character death, cursing, forced marriage, mentions of nightmares, references to Greek mythology, enemies to lovers, and manipulation.

Tagging: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @greep215

Chapter 2

Needless to say, once Hades’ words sunk in, you did not take the god’s proclamation well.  Midway through your tirade, the god held up a hand with a quick look in your direction and disinterested expression on his face before returning his gaze to a pocket watch that sat in the palm of his large hand. 

“It’s late and I have other pressing matters which demand my immediate attention.” You felt your anger rising again at his casual dismissal of your words.

“So then, Your Majesty,” your tone was mocking.  “What do you suggest we do to resolve this situation?  I’m certain that you don’t want to be in this situation any more than I do.”

“It is a bothersome situation,” the King agreed, pocketing his watch.

“Bothersome is not the word I would use,” you seethed.

“Do you really think that it is wise to antagonise the only deity who has the resources to help you?”

As much as you wanted to reply that until roughly fifteen minutes ago, you had no idea that the god standing in front of you even existed, you held your tongue because although you were reluctant to admit it, he had a point.  The faster you accepted his terms and help, the faster this whole marriage business could be dealt with and you could return to your normal life.

“I am glad to see that you are capable of seeing sense.”  Hades held out his hand.

You inhaled, counted to ten and placed your hand in the king’s.  You also pretended not to see his impatient demeanour.  Your surroundings started to spin slowly but they gradually picked up speed until the colours blurred together so quickly that you were forced to squeeze your eyes shut otherwise you thought you would be sick.

When you felt the world stop spinning, you cautiously cracked one eye open and upon realising that you weren’t in any immediate danger, you opened the other.  The king promptly withdrew his hand from yours as if it was poisonous.

Hades waved his hand and a suit of armour appeared from thin air, “Yes, my king?”

The god faced you, “The spell binding us together in marriage will be weaker here.  This suit of armour will guide you to the room that you will be using for the duration of your stay here while I attend to my kingdom’s matters.  Do try and keep up with it; it will not stop to wait for you.”

With that, the king strode in the opposite direction.  At the same time, a series of clanging noises alerted you to the fact that the suit of armour was indeed moving down the hall without you.  Gnashing your teeth and balling your hands into fists, you ran after the suit of armour.  It was moving surprisingly fast.

After you caught up to the suit of armour, you slowed down to a walking pace and it seemed as if you were walking for hours and hours but in reality it was probably only five minutes.  Just as you were wondering how you would navigate these corridors in the future without a guide because the idea of being cooped up in your temporary quarters didn’t appeal to you at all, there was an incredibly loud scream and a whoosh of air that knocked you backwards off of your feet and onto the ground.  At the same time, there were several bangs and bits of armour fell around you.

“Well, that’s just great.  There goes my guide.”

There was a second whoosh of air.  Then a third.  The fourth whoosh of air was less intense and the fifth whoosh of air was about as intense as a tiny gasp of wind.  

You raised yourself into a crouching position and then pushed yourself onto your feet.  A doorway appeared in what was once a blank section of the wall on your left and a small girl walked through the doorway.  The girl couldn’t have been more than ten years old.

She had a round face, shoulder length dark hair (you noticed that it was the same shade as the king’s) and multicoloured eyes that constantly changed colours.  One minute they were brown, the next they were golden and then within a heartbeat they had changed to a light grey.  The girl clutched a stuffed dog in her tiny hands.  The stuffed dog looked like it was modelled after a mastiff or a Great Dane but the toy dog had longer ears than a Great Dane and a leaner body than a mastiff, so you couldn’t say for certain what breed of dog the toy was modelled on.

The girl rubbed her eyes with her free hand and then her nose.  Tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed onto the ground below her.  You stepped forwards because you wanted to comfort her but the girl shrunk backwards and cradled her toy dog to her chest.

You held up your hands and stepped back.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you.”  You knelt down with one knee touching the ground so the both of you were the same height.

Still cradling her dog to her chest, she focused on your bent leg.  Gradually, her eyes moved upwards until they met your own.

“Lo,” she managed in a wavering voice.  “My name is Hecate but you can call me Abigail.”

“Hello Abigail, my name is (Name).”

“Can you take me to the king?  I had a nightmare.”

“I’ll do my best.  I just arrived here so I might need some help finding my way.” 

You meant that you would try and find another suit of armour to guide you to Hades but Abigail interpreted your words differently.  She lit up.

“We can play a game!” She uttered enthusiastically.  “I’ll guide you through the corridors by saying hot or cold.  Come on!”

She held out her hand and you took it.  Your guide eagerly led you through three corridors before she stopped at the entrance to the next hall.  You had hoped that there would be some clue that you were going in the right direction but unfortunately all of the halls and corridors looked exactly the same.

Abigail let go of your hand and nodded at you, “I’ll catch up when you get warmer.”

You started to walk down the hall and from behind you, you could hear Abigail calling out.

“Cold, cold, cold, warm, cold, cold, cold, frozen.”

She had just finished saying the n for frozen when you reached the other end of the corridor.  Perplexed, you spun around to face her and saw that she was shaking her head.

Frustration overtook your confusion and you walked back to her.  “Cold, cold, cold, warm.”

This time you stopped the second that she said warm and you looked from side to side.  There was nothing on either side of you that indicated that you could reach the king of the underworld by walking in that direction.

Abigail let out a giggle, “You can’t take anything for granted here.  This realm has magic and it obeys its own laws.”

The second she said that you remembered the doorway to her room that had appeared in a blank stretch of wall.  You looked from side to side, trying to choose whether you would turn to the right or to the left.  On an impulse, you chose the right side and you pivoted on your heel so that you were facing that side of the wall.  With your hands raised, you stepped towards the wall and just when you thought that your hands would make contact with the wall, they passed through open space.

You swivelled your head so that you were gazing at Abigail who was grinning.  “What way are you going to go now?”

“To the right.  I’ve got a good feeling about the path to the right.”

The girl ran towards you and grabbed your hand again, “Let’s go!”

In no time at all, you reached a set of large ornate doors.  Even without Abigail informing you that this was Hades’ throne room, you would have guessed that this room was important especially since there were three suits of armour guarding the doors.  The way that they stood, the suits of armour formed a triangle with their backs towards the heavy doors.

As you approached, the suits changed position.  They turned their backs to you and the two suits on either side of the middle one reached for a thick metal bar while the suit in the middle grasped the knockers.  They pushed in unison for a couple of seconds and then the two suits on the ends let go and the suit in the middle continued pushing the doors until they were completely open.

Once the doors were open, a suit of armour stood in front of the left door with another suit mirroring it on the right.  The suit of armour that had pushed the doors completely open stepped towards the suit on the left in order for you and Abigail to enter the room.

“What is the meaning of this?”  Hades inquired.  You felt a brief stab of annoyance at the fact that he wasn’t disinterested with Abigail’s appearance like he was with your attitude in the cave but then, you reminded yourself that Abigail was a child compared to him, he’d known her for longer and you were being a bit mouthy in the cave.

“I had a nightmare and I wanted to come and find you.  I met (Name) along the way and we played a game.”

The king met your eyes with an interested expression, “Oh?  What game was that?”

You smiled, “Abigail taught me to navigate the halls by saying warm and cold.”

“I taught her that.”

“And now I taught (Name).  Can I have a story?  Pleeease?  You tell the best stories and I have no problem sleeping after.”

It felt like your heart was melting as you watched Abigail behave like a child, forgetting for a moment that she was also a powerful goddess.

Hades let out a low chuckle, “Very well.”  He sat down on the throne in the middle of the room and Abigail immediately jumped onto his lap.  You edged forwards until you were level with the stairs that led up to the throne.  You didn’t want to push your luck so you sat down on the bottom step and gazed up at a content Abigail and a Hades that appeared less like a god and more like a man.

“So you are aware, I will not carry you to your room if you fall asleep during my story.” 

 “Just when I was starting to like him.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[verysmolnerd]

Being Courted By Arthurian Times!Maxim

This one is a tad bit longer, maybe get a snack while you read this one!

For starters; he's a strong, respected sorcerer known throughout the kingdom he resides in.

Courting a sorcerer is almost as respected as someone in high society. There are rumors of princesses throwing themselves at them to betroth.

Sorcerers are a new thing, however, everyone in your small village find them suspicious. Human beings having magic? Preposterous.

So, to have one visit is quite odd. Regardless, hospitality is open to all that travel through your small corner of the world.

You're out laboring in the fields, anywhere you are needed. You can hear the commotion in town. It's not that something like this happened before, so you lend an ear while the blisters on your hands grow larger.

Sorcerers bring danger wherever they walk, but in turn, they also bring excitement.... Your curiosity gets the better of you.

You and a few others sneak through the meadows to get to the crowd.

You can hear the youths laugh and squeal in excitement as the sorcerer casts magic.

Though it seems as you watch, he has the observation skills of a trusted knight. He spots you the second you got close, though he says nothing. Just eye contact, which is all the more frightening.

You immediately went back where you were, you knew you shouldn't have pried.

That evening, you come to find out that he's staying at the inn nearby. Everyone seems so ecstatic for this sorcerer to be here.

Someone who can wield magic who might as well be a giant amongst everyone else, is welcome. That didn't make sense to you.

However, the world won't stop turning. You'll be back to work tomorrow morning.

And you were, back to work as if nothing had happened. Every single day is the same here after all.

Working, wishing for excitement- all of the crops had just flew from their plants and set themselves into baskets. All the plants you put so much work on now hovered above ground, obscuring you from the outside world.

Some of the plants move aside to reveal the sorcerer from the day before.

"You ran away yesterday. Why is that?"

From afar this man appears scary, but up close he's just flat out alluring. That's even more dangerous.

"I am Maxim Horvath, Merlin's first apprentice. And you are?"

He tells you about his adventures, enticing you of lands far outside your village. The world seems a lot larger than yours here.

He invites you on an adventure, to leave in search of greener pastures.

So, you move into a small place in a larger town where Maxim and his magical kin reside.

He visits you on the daily, giving you advice with living in a more populous environment.

He soon introduces you to the other apprentices, and now you spend most of your nights reading with Maxim in one of the many libraries within Merlin's fortress.

You find that he tries his hardest to get close to you a lot. Even in the crowded streets he still reaches for you, over all the other people.

There were a few nobles that had come and go through this town, always asking for the hand of a strong sorcerer, but it seems like Maxim would always refuse.

Were you jealous? A little, but it was still off putting. Why you? Why did he spare you from your bleak future and is far too patient with you than anyone else?

What really started to turn the tide of your relationship with this man was during a festival, something completely foreign to you. Working day in and day out was what you knew, celebrating hard work, it made no sense.

Regardless, you sit off to the side as people danced and sang merrily to music. It made you realize that you've been missing it on all of this for so long.

Maxim then appears seemingly out of nowhere and invites you to dance. No mater how many times you tell him you can't he insists that you'll learn.

He seems beyond contempt as you sway with him. He even looks more relaxed as well, you vaguely remember the slight edge to him when he wandered into your little corner of nowhere. It feels like that was forever ago.

Maxim then separates you from the celebration and brings you to a secluded area of a forest. A small clearing with a waterfall.

He takes your hands, "May I have the honor of courting you, my dear?" You accept without hesitation.

He has you rest in a conjoint room in the fortress. You sold your small little property and brought your few belongings

However, you've notice some going missing whenever you visit his room. It doesn't take much of an investigation for you to see that Maxim likes to hold onto some little pieces of you. It's not like you're out of his sight either.

It should come to no surprise, but when he falls in love he falls HARD.

He escorts you all around the fortress, loving it when you hold his arm.

You weren't expecting him to hold your hands a lot, you also weren't expecting him to be so flustered when he tried to kiss you.

Big scary man isn't actually scary, he's shy and loves you but could still kill a person™

Dining with you becomes a common theme, same thing with helping him study. Because he finds it easier to learn by relaying the information to another person.

Merlin finds it near impossible to separate him from you, it would've been a lot easier if you could learn magic.

With the rare times that you are alone, it's not for long. He always seems to find you. His duties as a sorcerer pale to his duties as a lover.

There were times where you were reading outside in a field of daisies; your hands were made for hard working, but they seem to appreciate the less you had to do. You shut your book and looked at your hands.

Your hands were quickly taken from view as Maxim pressed his lips on the back of it. He knelt next to you, enjoying a sunny afternoon.

You often comb through his long, curly hair as he rests his head on your legs.

He likes to show off with spells or his skill in swordplay. His poses become more flashy and dynamic as the other sorcerers groan.

He once gave you a blade of grass that changed into a beautiful rose. The magic shenanagains never cease, do they?

You know when he learned a new spell because he'd use it in relation to you. Teleportation? He'd appear right in front of you, trap you in a hug, and teleport in the clearest lake.

Nights were spent in a loving embrace, he refuses to leave you for his own room. He always wants to be with you, in best and in worst times.

He's a man in love, and who are you to deny it from him?

[plush4bunny]

saving the best for the last date in @chrism02's 13th chapter about their whimsical multi-molina characters fic called "The Zodiac" is the suave dragon zodiac, Maxim Horvath 💙

[andres-galans-wife]

I look to you and I see nothing part 1

Gif by @gifofhubris-a

The chipped porcelain of the teacup warmed your hand, a stark contrast to the sudden chill that had settled over the small kitchen. Outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lawn, painting everything in hues of gold and amber – a cruel irony to the grayness that had begun to seep into your world.

Maxim sat across from you, his usual intensity softened by the mellow light, and for a fleeting moment, you almost believed the two of you could rewind, erase the slow, creeping distance that had grown between you two. You knew about Veronica and how Maxim had felt after she chose Balthazar over him.

And the thought of "maybe that's the only reason he chose me" popped into your mind. And in that moment, the truth became a heavy weight in your chest. He had never truly seen you, not the core of who you were, and you could no longer pretend otherwise.

The comfortable silence that once defined you two now felt like a vast, unbridgeable chasm, and you knew, with a certainty that ached, that it was time to finally fade away from his orbit. You sighed and set your cup down.

“Max, we need to talk.”

His eyes were a maelstrom of emotions — confusion, annoyance, and a flicker of something deeper. He studied you for a moment, his expression guarded.

“About what, sweetheart?”

"I don't know how to break this to you without pissing you off.”

He leaned back in his chair, his arms folding across his chest, a silent challenge.

“Just spit it out."

You looked up at him and took a deep breath.

"I'm breaking up with you!”

For a moment, he was speechless. The stoic facade dropped, revealing a man caught off guard. There was a flicker of something in his eyes — hurt, anger, maybe a mix of both — but it was quickly hidden behind a wall of cool detachment.He took a deep breath, his voice eerily calm when he spoke.

"You're... you're joking.”

"Be honest with me. Did you ever love me, or were you just manipulating me?”

He was silent for a long moment. His gaze became distant as if he was reliving memories, weighing his words. The kitchen clock ticked the seconds away, the sound stark against the heavy silence. When he finally spoke, the words were measured, a stark admittance in their stark clarity.

"I cared for you far more than you could ever imagine. The time we shared, it was..."

He paused, his jaw clenching.

"It wasn't manipulation. It was never just a game.”

"You were pretty quick to fall in love with me, Max. And it leaves me to wonder if the only reason you did was because you lost Veronica!”

He flinched at the name Veronica. The sting of it was still raw, like a wound reopened.

"Don't. Don't bring her into this."

His voice was cold, a stark warning.

"Why not, because it's true!?”

He sprung to his feet, his chair scraping against the linoleum, anger flaring in his eyes. His hands curled into tight fists, a stark contrast to the cool detachment he tried to maintain.

"She has nothing to do with this. This, us—it was about us, not about her!”

"You seem pissed, Max. Maybe I'm right!”

He took a step towards you, the anger in his eyes burning hotter.

"You're not right. You're wrong,"

He said through clenched teeth.

"You think I chose you because I lost her? Because I was some pathetic consolation prize? Is that what you think this was— that I was using you as some second-rate replacement? Well, let me tell you something, you know nothing!!”

He flinched, his eyes closing as if in pain. When they reopened, there was a flicker of something else — frustration, anger, yes, but also a deeper pain, a vulnerability he rarely showed.

"Not stupid. Innocent. You are so innocent."

The words were a whisper, an accusation, a plea, all rolled into one.

“I've loved you so damn much and now all of a sudden you want to end things?”

“Because you haven't proven it to me!”

His face contorted with a mixture of anger and hurt, his earlier cool detachment slipping away as the raw emotions bubbled to the surface.

"Proven it to you? For how long? A year? Two? And for what? You stand there, accusing me, throwing Veronica in my face..." He let out a bitter bark of a laugh. "And you say I haven't loved you? I gave more of myself to you than I ever thought I could give to anyone.”

"I'm sorry, Max. But this isn't a healthy relationship. I don't know if one minute you love me, or if you're gonna manipulate me, or use me to bring Morgana back. I can't do this anymore. Yes, I love you. God, I love you so much, it hurts to even be breaking up with you. But this isn't a healthy relationship!”

His expression shifted once more, anger giving way to resignation... and a stark, undeniable pain. His shoulders sagged, his hands clenching into tight fists at his side.

"Healthy..." He repeated the word as if he was rolling it on his tongue, testing it, rejecting it. "Our lives are not meant to be 'healthy' and 'normal.' You knew what you were getting into.”

"Yes, I did. But I thought you loved me. But you don't, do you? There's no point in lying to me!”

His eyes widened, shock and hurt painting his features in stark lines. The words felt like a slap to the face, tearing at something deep within him.

"Don't—" He tried to continue, but the words stuck in his throat. His next words were quieter, a raw whisper. "Don't say that. Don't say I don't love you.”

"Stop lying to me!”

He was almost shaking with the force of his emotions. The stoic facade was long gone, replaced by a tangle of anger, hurt, and a vulnerability that he rarely allowed himself to show.

"I'm not lying!" He protested, the words hoarse, torn from a place deep within him. "Every time I look at you, every moment I spend with you, every goddamn touch between us—it's all because I love you!”

"But if the situation presented itself, if I was powerful enough to bring Morgana back, would you use me to do so?”

Part two below

[lost-in-the-forest-again]

Who’s ready for an angsty chapter of my Dark!Horvath fic?

[heartofhubris-a]

WIP Tag game

Got tagged by @dlishpencils - Thank you!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Gotta put this under a read more, so going to tag @zorgishborg @overlookedfile @writingkitten @curbitkirby and anyone following me with WIPs!

Victorian AU

Andres & Fi | Gun Kink

Andres |Cane E

Angels Lives

Armand/Riene-marie/reader one

Adutodale

Boris + Special fluids???

Buck/Harding fuckin

Cliff the steal IVF

Doctor who

Edy | underwear + chain

Ford Pines & Reunion

Ghoastie quentin and acedia

ghosts

Harding | Blood and sitting on a lap

Harding | Food Love + food restrictions

Harding | Fucking machine?

Harding | Morning Texts

Harding | Transion Kink

Harding | Voyer + priest Kink

His assistant; rainy morning accidently fallasleep together

Important Rickya nd red panties

Insomniac Olympics | Drank/James

Max & Vik after the Eradon the unreliable

Maxim | Piss Kink

Maxim Horvath Romen Era

Misc Hand kisses

Misc sex snip to use

Mullet stan gangbang

Otto | Drunk texts

Otto | Trans reader, T

Otto norman | reader dom fight

Pac rim

Silco and reader

snidley |Crossdressing

Stephen | van sex + pick up line

Werewolf ford for beta

Z Armand | 3 some and reine-marie dom moment | cool epic thing hubris is doing

z Ghostie | Acedia kissing ottos forehead

z lucius needful | magic dildo

z Maxim + fuckin in a blanket fort | in our bedroom (after tehw ar)

z Maxim | blood blood blood blood | plotted

z Maxim | sex pollen | plotted

z Otto Rosie Reader realing they're all together | Plotted

z Snidley | plotted, drabble

Portrait of a lady - au

Ford's fucking his hand and pillow

[braindead94]

Update on those Spooky fics!!!

So I made an actual list of stories I have plans and oh boy, so far, I have in the making is

Phycopath!Chandler Manning x Reader

Sleep Parales Demon!Norman Osborn x Reader/ Boogyman!Otto x Reader

Werecat!Andres x Cop!Reader

Cat!Maxim Horvath x Nonmagical!Reader (continuing)

Ghost!Horvath x Reader (Haunted MAntion AU)

Dryad!Norman x Moth!reader

Evil! Inspector Gamache x Cop!reader (requested)

AAAAaaaaaannnnnnnnnd I'm too lazy to pick it up and look through it right now if I got all the spooky ones down. I'm not going to do Molina!Penguin this event because I will be saving it for Christmas/Winter season (hehe, cause penguin loves the cold?) among other fics I have in mind.

If anyone has any suggestions, let me know. As always, the rest of my other fics are in my AO3 account under the same name. Thank you!