#nova's masterlists

[floredaqueen]

I realize it’s been ages since I last posted anything, so I thought I’d share all the doodles I created throughout January. I’m excited to finally reveal these pieces, even if it’s just the ones Tumblr allows me to upload. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed drawing them!

It's just a mix of my bisexual ass thoughts

Featuring ( @mothmans-left-buttcheek oc Jay Mocking)

[novarunestone]

Veilguard Masterlist

The Once-Fallen House (Chapter 6/13)

The events of Bloodbath take a turn, a mystery unfolding before the Veilguard as House Dellamorte becomes a battleground.

(Imagine) Being Loved By Me (Chapters 2/2-complete)

Days after things came to head at Villa Dellamorte, Lucanis has his revenge, he is First Talon. But there is one thing he's missing, one last bit of business to conclude. And for that, he needs Taliesin.

An Echo, A Forethought, A Prayer (pre-release fics of Taliesin x Lucanis as listed below):

Please bear in mind that the fics in this series were written and posted pre-release. So certain things may have unfolded differently or be out of character once the game released in full. I was too excited and impatient to resist posting about Taliesin.

Coffee Beans and the Heat of Desire (one-shot/complete)

Lucanis takes a healing Taliesin to Treviso to stretch her legs. Coffee is shared and so are confessions.

It Stems from Love (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin and Spite have very different ideas on what's best for Lucanis. And Lucanis doesn't want Taliesin anywhere near Spite.

The Birds and the Bees (one-shot/complete)

The rest of the Veilguard knows that Taliesin and Lucanis are hiding something and decide to make a wager. Taliesin does her best to distract Lucanis.

Driven to Distraction (one-shot/complete)

A series of snapshots from Lucanis' POV as he gets to know Taliesin and sort out some emotions he isn't familiar with once he joins the Veilguard.

Canvas of a Lover (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin and Lucanis share a moment and reflect on the meaning of scars. Even the ones that can't be seen.

Precious Cargo (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin welcomes a new member of the Veilguard. Lucanis notices she has an endearing habit.

[novaknicks]

nova knicks fics master list where??

Ask and you shall receive!

Nova Knicks fic master list:

you can hear it in the silence (you can feel it on the way home) - cazluvsu (first ever fic, 29 apr 2024 !!)

i keep giving in, for the best I ever had - xariarte

Pity Party - orphan account

take the weight off your shoulders - totalzone

ten thousand steps towards the time of your life - orphan account

we've got that new york state of mind - xariarte

off-days - bisilicon

on fire for you - vistapoint

sorry for crying, it's just that I love you - pianolucky123

every yes turns into i do - vistapoint

like a kennedy - yaerineyo

to me you ain't big brother - yaerineyo

Sure Thing - anon

let me love you? - multiversalmenace

I Don't Want to Talk About It - crii_sis (currently unavailable)

That’s My Dog - blicky

a little bit of bite, a little bit of bark - anon

We Can Play - blicky

every valley exalted - blicky

Muscle Memory - anon

Thinkin Bout You - anon

Puppy Grin - anon

uncharted territory - vistapoint

are you gonna be around for me to count on? - reverselayupz

tangerine. - tkachucky

i've included all fics including a romantic pairing of any of the nova boys together. i've also ordered them chronolgically by posting so i will add more as they come out !! all fics are linked through the title.

if any author wants me to remove their fic for any reason please let me know and i will immediately remove it!

[fic-heaven]

Fic-heaven's COD masterlist

Pick your drink=> Feel free to request anything

Echo 3-1 (Alex Keller)

Wooden rabbit's foot

Gaz (Kyle Garrick)

Butt stuff (unfinished)

Ghost (Simon Riley)

All for a pair of tits / part2 n.fw

Distant memory [AOT AU]

Good lucks kiss

Brown eyes (+Gus)

Jealous much? (+Price)

Last confessions

Soap (John Mactavish)

Nutella Doughnut

Friends doing friends things (messy unedited) n.fw

Price (John Price)

Duty's Price (2.)

Jealous much? (+Ghost)

Pretty lies n.fw

Reyes (Enzo Reyes)

Was it that hard to say? n.fw

Make it a twenty. n.fw

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

Turquoise smoke.

Gus (Gustavo Rodríguez)

Steak n' lobster

Fangs [masterlist] n.fw

I will try n.fw

Brown eyes (+Ghost)

Ice cream incident.

That one Halloween party (1.)

All I want for Christmas is you.

Fruta del pecado [masterlist] n.fw

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

König (Andreas Dobler)

Say my name (1. 2. 3.) n.fw

Nova (Nila Brown)

The three fools head cannons (1. 2. 3.)

Graves (Phillip Graves)

Duty's Price (1.)

But you belong to me.

Victor-1 (Alejandro Vargas)

Mi corazón, mi ira (coming soon)

[rc-catalog]

🖊️: fanfiction; 🖼️: moodboard; 🎨: art/edit; 🧵: web weaving; 👥: character profile; 🏳️‍🌈: lgbtq+; 📸: gifset; 🎬: animation

Rating: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit

THE DESERT ROSE

Jasmine and Nafisa by @ratanslily |🎨| Yasmin Al-Aziz & Nafisa Al-Aziz | G

W: TIME CATCHER

Someday by @secret-fungi |🖊️🏳️‍🌈| Nova x Vesper | TW: vague depictions of starvation | T

Where Do Mothers Go? by @secret-fungi |🖊️🏳️‍🌈| Nova x Vesper | TW: abandonment issues, adoption trauma, regular trauma (Vespers time in the lock-up) | T

Aria by @snow--witch |🖊️🏳️‍🌈| Nova x Vesper | TW: child abandonment | G

THE THUNDERSTORMS SAGA

Mine by @secret-fungi |🖊️| Tiss x Tai | T

Fathers Be Good to Your Children by @secret-fungi |🖊️| Tiss x Tai | TW: mentions of blood, physical injury, patricide, sexual harassment | M

KALI: FLAME OF SAMSARA

Little Loves by @secret-fungi |🖊️| Deviya x Ram | T

Devi As A Mother To Be by @ratanslily |🎨| Deviya Sharma x Ram Doobay, Saraswati Basu, Radha Basu, Amrita Rai | TW: pregnancy | G

ASTREA'S BROKEN HEART

A Day in the Life of Audrey and Her Husbands by @rosewoods-sweetheart |🖊️| Audrey x Mikael, Audrey x David | G

A Happy Family by @ratanslily |🎨| Audrey x Cassiel | G

Midnight Cravings by @romance-club-daily |🎨| Audrey x David | G

Time Out by @blatantliez |🎬| Audrey x Cassiel | G

Cassiel, Kaiza, Viktor, and Avila Lane by @a-cloud-for-dreams |🎨| Audrey x Cassiel | G

VYING FOR VERSAILLES

It Could Never Be: Part 2 by @rosewoods-sweetheart |🖊️| Renée de Noailles | TW: graphic description of body horror | T

Duchess Sylvie, Lady Bonne and Lady Charlotte by @ratanslily |🎨| Renée de Noailles x Bonne de Pons d'Heudicourt | G

All About My Mother by @reneedenoailles |🖊️| Renée de Noailles & The Dauphin | TW: references to violence & suggestive material | T

THEODORA

Why Can't Flowers Stay Forever? by @ratanslily |🖊️| Theodora Avery x Lawrence Barkley | TW: angst, mentions of gunshots, blood, accidents, infertility | T

DRACULA: A LOVE STORY

Laia As A Mom~ by @romance-club-daily |🎨| Laia Burnell x Leo Nolan | G

HELL AND HIGH WATER

Mugen With Her Firstborn by @sazanes |🎨| Lori | G

HEAVEN'S SECRET

First Months by @romance-club-daily |🎨| Vicky x Lucifer | G

[novasintheroom]

💀 Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader 💀

✭ Simon helps a kitten

On a rainy London day, Simon comes across a wet kitten...

✭ Body image issues and Simon

It's impossible to complain about your body with Simon around.

✭ Kissing Simon Riley through the mask

Small drabble about different ways you kiss Simon through his mask.

✭ Simon and his old birds

Ghost starts going to the library for activities and befriends the old ladies there.

[miss-tc-nova]

Nova's TWST Masterlist - Savanaclaw

All fics may contain “strong language.”

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Leona Kingscholar

One Shots:

Making an Effort (Fluff)

In a Blink (Silly)

And You'll Miss It (Sad)

Bird Watching (Silly)

Act Like It (Fluff)

Big Kitty and the Ducks (Silly)

The Important Things (Silly, Mild Fluff, w/Grim)

At Desire's Mercy (Sultry, Trigger Warnings)

Non Reader One Shot:

Reverie (Dark)

Hunted (Dark, Trigger Warnings)

Headcanons:

Overworked S/O - Leona, Azul, Jamil

When You Have Power to Rival Malleus - Leona, Azul, Malleus

Angry S/O - Leona, Kalim, Jamil

Cat Things - Grim & Leona

S/O Inexperienced in Relationships - Housewardens

S/O with Sleep Apnea - Leona, Jade, Floyd, Malleus

Mad with Magic - Leona, Malleus, Lilia

LeoJami (Leona x Jamil)

Fangs (Neutral)

Lion’s Wrath (Angst, Trigger Warning)

Snake’s Venom (Angst, Trigger Warning)

The Lives We Want (Neutral) 

With Reckless Choices

Part 1: Into the Lion's Den

Part 2: Convince Me

Part 3: Gambits Lost

Part 4: Maybe A Little

Part 5: The Consequences of Petty

Part 6: Another Life

Part 7: Biggest Fan

Part 8: Disclosure

Part 9: Convince Him

Part 10: Vices

Part 11: Our Rightful Places

Part 12: Grieving Period

Part 13: Your Chains and Mine

Part 14: An Apology Owed

Part 15: Persistent

Part 16: Repentance

Part 17: Struggle for Salvation

Part 18: The Right Choice

Jack Howl

Headcanons:

Sick S/O - Jack, Kalim, Lilia

S/O with Sleep Apnea - Trey, Jack, Jamil, Lilia

Barbarian S/O - Jack, Floyd, Rook, Malleus, Lilia

Ruggie Bucchi

One Shots:

Behind That Smile (Mild Fluff)

Headcanons:

Angry S/O - Riddle, Trey, Ruggie, Vil

Other Nonsense

Headcanons:

And They Were Roommates - Freshmen

And They Were Roommates - Sophomores

And They Were Roommates - Juniors

Subjecting TWST Boys to Head Bonks

~~~~~

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[digital-chance]

writeblr intro

hey i'm chance! i've done a writeblr intro recently but i didn't like it, so this is take 2. here's the old one.

─── about me -⋆⋅☆

name : chance

pronouns : they/he

likes : cyberpunk, romance, anime, kpop, music, history, design

age : 20

i tend to swear both on here and in my writing, so if you're sensitive to that, i don't think my blog or work is for you. i also use the word 'queer' a lot since i self-identify as such, when i do choose to self-identify.

i'm interested in so much, which would be impossible to fully state. there are so many new things out there and i love learning about them all!! this blog is mainly for writing but i'm not strict on that.

i also am pretty sure i'm neurodivergent (no diagnosis or anything yet) and tend to delve into hyper-fixations for weeks at a time. if i haven't posted for a while, it's probably because of one of my other hyper-fixations or school.

i'm going to college for my bachelor's in graphic design, which might make my responses during the school year delayed.

i'm always open to ask or tag games!! it might take me a few to respond but i'll respond.

─── writing -⋆⋅☆

you'll find a lot of diverse characters, the found/chosen family trope, romance or rom-com, angst, and references to actual history or historical events within my work. sometimes i throw in a little art fact since i'm an art student. in nearly every one of my works you can find a prominent lgbtq+ character, too.

i write for original works and fanfiction alike. i often alternate what project i'm writing on and tend to leave wips unfinished. there's no one specific fandom that i'm in since i tend to dabble in everything.

i enjoy reading all sorts of stories, but some of the tropes and genres that have a special place in my heart include:

[ genres : romance . action . sci-fi . dystopian . heists . cyberpunk . horror . comedy . mystery ] [ tropes : friends to lovers , enemies to lovers , fake/pretend relationship , college au , coffee shop au , domestic , fluff , angst ]

─── ⋆ looking for ⋆⋅☆

more writers to follow!

good vibes & friends

writing advice & critique buddies (will help critique ur work too)

─── works in progress -⋆⋅☆

nova futurum | original work | #wip: nova futurum

─── ⋆ status : brainstorming

a lgbtq+ mafia cyberpunk story with the working title "Nova Futurum." i've got the general information down and i'm currently working on fleshing out my main characters. for now it's in the very basic stages, but feel free to ask me about it or give any tips!

you still would've been mine | fanfiction | #wip: yswbm

─── ⋆ status : outlining, research, & writing draft 1

Steven "Steve" Rogers wakes up in the 21st century after crashing into the ice in 1942, leaving behind his life as the mascot of the USA along with his childhood in Brooklyn NYC. The Winter Soldier, a man left behind in the war recovers his memories as the man known as James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes after meeting Steve in the modern time. Steve and Bucky recall their childhood and their experience in the war as they recover.

matchbreakers | original work | #wip: match

─── ⋆ status : brainstorming

xavier works at match breakers. instead of setting people up on blind dates, he goes to dates and breaks up the couple. all sorts of people hire him, disapproving parents, jealous ex's, and those scared to see their ex's angry side. what he doesn't expect is falling in love with one of his own clients.

scars of duty | original work | #wip: sod

─── ⋆ status : plotting

Lucian is a hero who protects the city of Haines and the other members of his hero's league. They're a small-name hero just trying to make do with what they've got. A villain new to the city shows up and shakes Lucian’s perception of their own superpowers and the world.

< tag lists: if you'd like to be added for any project, let me know. i'm not the greatest at remembering the tag list but i will try! >

─── ⋆ more of my socials & my design portfolio

[s-stxrsoul]

✧- Kaz┆he/him ┆-> hey ✧- Kade ┆he/it ┆k.🥩 ✧- Nova┆she/they ┆-> intro ☕️ ✧- 🌿┆he/him ┆get to know me ! ✧- 🍵┆it/its┆-> into ❤︎ ✧- Toru┆PERCEIVE ME 🌐 ✧- Sakura/Pink ┆hello! 🌸 ✧- Valentine┆-> intro 💌 ✧-🥩 or A┆ it/it’s ┆ npd/aspd/bpd ✧- Megumi┆he/him ┆intro ✧- AJ┆he/hym ┆aj.🐳 ✧- 🦇┆he/hym ┆『︎🦇』︎ ✧- Mike (the meme master) ┆he/them ┆owner of the meep tag ✧- 🍒┆any but she/it ┆ ✧- 🫐┆any but she/her ┆

[n0vaisnthere]

-- Nova's Masterlistੈ✩‧₊

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ "masterlist; portfolio of all my writings"

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹Watchlist/Game List ★ | Kill la Kill | Genshin | Honkai Star Rail | The Forest | Resident Evil | Dead by Daylight | Hunter X Hunter | Reverse 1999 | Sackboy a Big Adventure | House of Ashes | Kakeguri | Pokemon | Pokemon Unite | Pokemon Go | Animal Crossing | Demon Slayer | COD | Akame ga kill | The devil is a part-timer | Little Nightmares |

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ Fandoms im currently writing for ★ Honkai Star Rail | Genshin Impact |

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ REQUEST STATUS ; OPEN

ੈ✩‧₊˚ " UPCOMING FICS ; apocalypse fics! : )

ੈ✩‧₊˚ " UPCOMING SERIES ;

`✦ˑ ִֶRECENT FICS & WORKS`✦ˑ

KEY— F(fluff) A(angst) S(smut) O(oneshots)

*ೃ༄ °.~ Desperation (?F? A) — ★ How will albedo deal with your infection?

Paring - Albedo x Infected! Reader

*ೃ༄ Gilded Lily (F,O) — ★ Scaramouche/Wanderer apocalypse headcannons

Parings - Scara/Wanderer x GN!reader

RULES

What I DO write!

Character x Character

Reader x Child character (STRICTLY PLATONIC)

Light smut

Heavy angst

Au's

What I DO NOT write

Heavy smut

Pedophilic content

Zoophilia

Anything weird

@n0vaisnthere — please dont plagirse or steal my work

[natalianovnas]

❛❛ 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 & 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 ❛❛

꩜ ۫ . SUMMARY :: natasha romanoff’s two-year-old daughter, nova, is just like her—guarded and slow to trust— but when nova's longtime pediatrician is replaced by the younger, warm-hearted dr. Y/N L/N, gaining nova's trust quicker than any other stranger did, something shifts.

꩜ ۫ . GENRE :: single mom!natasha, pediatrician!reader, non-red room past au. (age is non specified but reader is not past twenty-five)

꩜ ۫ . WARNINGS :: fluff, slow burn(?), strangers to lovers, emotional intimacy & warmth, hurt/comfort, death mention (no need to freak out here, just read), fussy mini-widow.

word count :: 3.2k // masterlist

an ; pleeeaaaseee tell me i haven't been the only one craving for full fluff lately so im serving y'all some. also stan mama nat 100% !

Natasha stood in the middle of her living room, holding one tiny crumpled pair of pastel pink socks. Across from her was her two-year-old daughter sat on the floor in her diaper and nothing else, arms crossed, bottom lip out, expression fierce.

“Don’t want pink,” Nova declared, enunciating each word like a threat.

Natasha exhaled through her nose with all her will patience. “We’ve been through this, milyy. All the purple ones are in the laundry. The pink ones are clean, soft, and objectively non-threatening.” (sweetie)¹

“No!” Nova shouted. “Pink is ugly!” Though, the word sounded more like 'ugwy'.

“You said pink was beautiful yesterday.” Natasha squatted down beside her, her voice still calm — or, well, calm-ish. “You told Steve it was your ‘princess color.’”

Nova looked her straight in the eye. “I changed my mind.”

Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered something in Russian.

“We’re already fifteen minutes late, malen'kiy, and I will not let a pair of $3 Target socks be the reason we miss your check-up.”

The mini redhead, clearly unfazed by her mother’s internal spiral, picked up a stuffed giraffe and began chewing on one of its ears.

Natasha knew this battle. She knew it oh so well.

She’d fought aliens with less resistance than her daughter gave her over anything remotely involving clothes. But she also knew that at the end of the day, she was a puddle for this kid.

A helpless, hopeless puddle.

“Okay,” The elder sighed, standing up. “No socks. Go rogue. But you have to wear something, baby. Can we at least agree on pants?”

Nova considered this. “Dinosaurs.”

Recently, most things she liked where boy-ish due to constantly being around Nathaniel at the Barton's. He and Nova were bestfriends in the whole universe at this point and wherever Nate went or whatever he did, Nova followed.

Not even half an hour in the car :

“I swear on all that is sacred, Nova Rose Romanoff—if you throw that juice pouch one more time, I am turning this car around.”

A dramatic little sigh came from the backseat.

“No!” Nova shrieked.

“That's your third one,” Natasha muttered through clenched teeth, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “Third. And it’s not even 9 AM. What happened to the child who loved apple juice yesterday?”

“Changed my mind,” Nova declared, legs kicking against her car seat like a storm.

Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose at the red light. “You're two. You don’t have a mind to change.”

But Nova only huffed, her lips put in that usual exaggerated pout with crossed arms that amused the Russian. Nova was a sweetheart but could also be stubborn at times. And she didn't hesitate to be hard headed with her mama just to get the last word.

Oh Natasha cursed at herself from how excited and eager she was about getting a mini version of herself two years ago.

She regretted that now because it just seemed like fighting herself but a younger version.

This was her morning. A typical Wednesday. Natasha Romanoff, former top SHIELD agent and current certified toddler negotiator, on her way to what should’ve been a quick pediatric check-up—Nova had other plans.

“No juice, no socks, no talking,” Nova added firmly from the back. “Only Mama.”

Natasha glanced in the rearview mirror. “I am Mama.”

Mini Widow blinked, “Then just you. No Doctor Lady.”

Natasha frowned. “Since when do you not like Helen?”

“Don’t want.”

“Too bad. You’ve got a check-up.”

Nova crossed her arms. “Nova will bite her.”

“You will not bite your pediatrician. Biting doesn’t earn you candy, volchitsa.”

But Nova wasn't taking the interdiction. They arrived at the clinic a few minutes later — Nova attached at her mom's hip, hands gripping Natasha's shirt sleeve because her tantrums switched to her being clingy now.

The receptionist at the front desk greeted the Russians with a cheerful smile.

“Miss Romanoff, Nova, it's good to see you two again.” Natasha gave a small polite smile in return, only so because she was familiar to that receptionist. “Just a heads-up, Dr. Helen’s on leave for a few months. You’ll be seeing Dr. Y/N L/N today.”

Natasha blinked. “I’m sorry, who?”

“Dr. Y/N. Helen’s niece.”

Natasha’s mind stuttered. Helen had always been steady. Older, gentle, just clinical enough to keep Natasha comfortable. Nova had barely warmed up to her. The idea of a new doctor, without warning, had Natasha’s protective instincts spiking like wildfire.

“Right,” She muttered. “Fine.”

“Romanoff?”

And here appeared someone who was definitely not Dr. Helen L/N like she, nor Nova, expected.

Natasha turned toward the soft voice — and her defenses faltered.

You, younger, fresher-faced, stood in the doorway wearing light blue scrubs covered in little whales, a clipboard in hand and an apologetic smile on your lips.

Despite so, she followed you after you nodded toward the consultation room and made your way back inside, the door left open for them to come in.

The consultation room looked the same as always — seafoam green walls, a faded Captain America poster on one side, a low exam table with crinkly paper.

“Sorry to surprise you,” You said. “Helen let me take over while she’s recovering. You must be Natasha — and this is Nova?”

“She’s...not great with change,” Natasha said, her voice dry.

“She doesn’t have to be,” You replied gently. Then you crouched down. “Hi, Nova. I know I’m not Dr. Helen, but I’m gonna take care of you today. Would it help if I let you pick the color of the stethoscope?”

Nova didn’t speak. She narrowed her eyes and Natasha held her breath.

You pulled a drawer open just enough for a rainbow of stethoscopes to peek out — bright red, yellow, purple, even a glittery one.

“This is a trap,” Nova whispered.

You grinned. “It’s not. But it is sparkly.”

And instead of doing so much as hiding behind her mother's leg or start to pick a tantrum over not wanting to be approached by a stranger, Nova crept forward slowly, like a suspicious cat, catching Natasha off guard. She pointed. “That one.”

“The purple one?” You asked.

Nova nodded.

“Solid choice,” You smiled. “I think purple’s the color of royalty.”

“She is that,” Natasha muttered under her breath.

From that moment on, Nova was suspiciously cooperative — by her standards. She tolerated the stethoscope, allowed you to check her ears (with some bribes). She even answered your questions, one-word at a time and even insisted on holding your hand instead of her mother’s.

However, threw a tantrum when you checked her heartbeat too long.

But you never flinched. You just worked around it, speaking softly, giving her control in little ways.

It worked.

She made you sit against the wall, clumsily dragging the tape along your arm.

Natasha watched it all from the corner. Her expression unreadable — but her eyes didn’t miss a thing.

“She’s spirited,” You said once Nova finally sat still, cheeks flushed from all her fuss and fun.

“That’s a polite way of putting it,” Natasha replied. “Most people call her a gremlin.”

“She’s two,” You stated. “Being a gremlin is part of the job.”

Natasha raised a brow. “You have kids?”

“No. But I’ve been around enough toddlers to know they run the world.”

The Russian’s mouth twitched. Just slightly. It wasn’t a smile — not quite — but it was something close. “Not many people handle her like that.”

“She’s not difficult,” You added honestly. “She just needs to know I'm not faking it.”

That got Natasha’s attention.

Your eyes met hers, and for a second, the air shifted. So you kept going,

“Kids like her? They read people. If I'm not real, they won’t trust me. She trusted me today. Not fully — not yet, at least. But she didn’t bite me.”

“She did threaten to,” Natasha deadpanned.

You chuckled. “Progress.”

Nova suddenly climbed into Natasha’s lap, curling up against her shoulder with an exaggerated yawn. Natasha automatically wrapped an arm around her, pressing a kiss to her unruly curls.

“Tired already?” she murmured.

“I bite you later,” Nova whispered.

Natasha smirked. “Looking forward to it.”

You turned back to them with the updated chart. “She’s doing great. Still on the taller end of the spectrum, but healthy. Oh, and the sparkly band-aids? She can take two.”

Nova perked up immediately.

“Three,” She countered.

You leaned in, voice conspiratorial. “Only if you promise not to bite your mom.”

Nova considered. Then nodded once.

Natasha watched the exchange, something warm blooming behind her ribs. And when you handed Nova the band-aids — purple, sparkly, with tiny bears — she watched her daughter’s face light up, and for the first time all morning, she felt her tension ease.

Natasha looked down at the toddler in her lap. Nova was peeling a band-aid and trying to stick it on Natasha’s cheek.

Nova Romanoff was a different child now. Well—not different. She was still dramatic, stubborn, and suspicious of anyone who came too close to her cereal bowl. But ever since she met you, she had decided that pediatric visits weren’t all that terrible.

Which both impressed and annoyed Natasha.

Impressed, because Nova wasn’t exactly the trusting type.

Annoyed, because—well. Because Natasha wasn’t sure why it annoyed her.

Two weeks after that first visit, Nova skipped into the clinic wearing matching socks (a rare feat) and handed you a crumpled sticker she’d saved from home.

“It’s a giraffe,” She declared. “Because your neck is long.”

Natasha almost choked on her coffee. You just laughed like it was the best compliment you’d gotten all day.

A month later, Nova insisted on drawing you a picture. It featured a vaguely human blob and Natasha didn’t ask questions.

By the third visit, Nova was sitting calmly on the exam table, letting you check her ears while humming some nonsense song she’d made up.

“Do you bribe her?” Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes as Nova happily let you touch her hair (which she never let anyone except her mama do).

You gave her a look. “Just magic,” You replied with a small smile. “The good kind.”

Natasha hated how easily you smiled.

No—she didn’t hate it. She just… noticed it too much for her liking.

She noticed the way you talked to Nova like she was a person, not a checklist, not an obligation.

The way you remembered little things—like that Nova hated cold stethoscopes and loved green lollipops. The way you never looked at Natasha like she was some intimidating figure with a history, but just a mom trying to juggle a complicated toddler and too much coffee.

The crush snuck up on her. Quiet. Persistent. Inconvenient.

She told herself it was just admiration or professional respect.

Hormones, maybe.

But it was a week later when the random run-in happened.

Natasha wasn’t planning on going into the bookstore while it was raining, but Nova had seen a plush unicorn in the window and launched into a full dramatic plea to “rescue it from the loneliness.”

So there they were—Natasha in jeans, a hoodie, and a ball cap pulled low. Nova bouncing beside her with the unicorn clutched tight to her chest.

They were turning down an aisle when the elder redhead heard your voice.

“I know I said one book, but it’s three for two. That’s like financial responsibility, if you think about it.”

You were talking to yourself. Or to your basket. Either way, it made Natasha pause.

You hadn’t seen her yet.

She watched you for a moment longer than she meant to—sleeves pushed to your elbows, your face lit up softly by the overhead light, hair always pulled up in that lazy but somehow flawless ponytail. There was a little crease between your brows as you tried to decide between two picture books.

Nova didn’t hesitate. “DOCTOR GIRAFFE!”

You got startled, almost dropping the books. Then you turned—and grinned.

“Well if it isn’t the Romanoffs,” You spoke up. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Unicorn emergency,” Natasha deadpanned.

You nodded solemnly. “Those are the most serious kinds.”

Nova marched forward. “Look! Her name is Rainbow Power. She needs to read books or she’ll be lonely.”

“Sounds like she’s going to need at least two stories a night,” you said, crouching to eye-level.

Nova lit up like a lantern. “Three.”

“Now you’re just negotiating like your mother.”

Natasha, from behind, cleared her throat. “She gets that from someone else.”

You stood and gave her a knowing look. “Right.”

There was a pause. A quiet, soft moment that neither of you filled immediately.

“I didn’t know you liked this place,” You said after a beat.

Natasha shrugged. “It’s close. And Nova likes the kids’ section.”

You glanced at the overflowing display of picture books and then back at her. “Well, next time you come, let me know. I’m here more often than I’d like to admit.”

Nova tugged on your sleeve. “Can Rainbow Power and I read with you?”

You looked at Natasha.

She blinked. “Oh. I—”

“I mean, only if you don’t mind,” You stated, voice easy. “We could grab the little beanbags in the corner. No pressure.”

Natasha looked at Nova. Then at you.

Then at Nova again, whose face had the kind of hopeful look that could shatter steel.

“…Sure,” Natasha said slowly. “Why not.”

It wasn’t a big deal. Just a few pages read in quiet voices, with Nova nestled between you on one side and Natasha on the other. The sound of the rain outside softened everything.

You let Nova “help” you turn the pages and didn’t correct her when she misspelled an unknown word you read because, yes, the little one picked-up on words and expressions very fast for her age. Natasha noticed the way you smiled, the way you listened. Really listened.

It wasn’t dramatic or heart-pounding. It wasn’t some movie-worthy lightning strike.

But by the time Rainbow Power had been tucked into Nova’s arms and three books had been read twice, Natasha realized something kind of terrifying:

She wanted to see you outside that clinic again. For no medical reason whatsoever.

And for Natasha Romanoff, that was a problem.

Natasha had faced aliens, robots, espionage, and near-death missions.

But nothing —nothing— was as nerve-wracking as standing outside a pediatric clinic with slightly sweaty palms, wondering if she should pretend she just forgot to reschedule a check-up for Nova. Again.

“She’s not even going to be in today,” She muttered to herself, leaning against the wall with her phone out, pretending to scroll. “This is dumb.”

Because ever since the bookstore run-in, Natasha hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you.

It wasn’t just the way you made Nova feel seen and safe. It was the way you talked to her, too. Like she wasn’t broken or sharp-edged. Like you liked her just the way she was, awkward silences and all.

So yeah. Maybe she wanted to see you again. Not as Dr. Y/N. Not as Nova’s pediatrician.

Just you. Y/N.

She exhaled slowly and walked toward the clinic doors before she could talk herself out of it. Again.

You were at the front desk, head tilted toward the receptionist as you scribbled something down. You looked up when you heard the soft chime of the door.

Your smile appeared instantly. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite mother.”

Natasha blinked. “You... say that to all the moms?”

You grinned. “Only the ones who have daughters with opinions about giraffes.”

She didn’t know what to do with that, so she nodded like that meant something.

There was a beat of silence. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned slightly on the counter.

“Everything okay with Nova?” You questioned gently.

“Yeah,” Natasha said quickly. “No check-up today.”

You arched a brow. “Then what brings you in?”

Here it was. The moment.

Natasha had practiced this. Sort of. She’d stood in front of the mirror and said ‘Hey, do you wanna grab coffee sometime?’ about six different ways, all of which made her sound like she’d been hit on the head recently.

But now?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing came out.

“Uh...” She started, eyes flicking to the floor, then back to your face.

You waited, patiently soft.

“I was just—nearby. And I remembered that Nova left one of her, um… plushies. Here. Maybe.”

You blinked. “Oh? Which one?”

“Uh. The… purple one?”

You turned to look behind the desk. “Do you mean the sparkly goat that she tried to trade me for three dinosaur stickers?”

“…Possibly.”

You retrieved the plush and set it gently on the counter. “She’s been safe and sound. We gave her honorary staff status.”

Natasha huffed a laugh. “Good. She’s a tough negotiator.”

Another pause.

You tilted your head. “Was that all?”

She had to ask. Now or never.

Natasha cleared her throat. “Actually—there was something else.”

You straightened slightly.

“I was wondering,” She said slowly, cautiously, like the words might turn and bite her, “if… sometime soon… if you wanted to get a coffee.”

You blinked again.

Then smiled.

Natasha panicked. “For Nova. I mean. Obviously.”

Natasha pushed on. “Like—for Nova to be around other adults. Or whatever. She needs social enrichment, and you’re good with her, and you like books, and—coffee—do you like coffee?”

You nodded slowly, huffing a chuckle. “Yeah. I do.”

“Great,” Natasha said, as if she’d just run a marathon. “That’s good.”

There was a moment of silence. Then your lips quirked.

“Natasha,” you said gently. “Are you asking me out?”

Natasha froze.

You watched her, head tilted, kindness glowing in your expression. “Because if you are, you don’t have to make it about Nova. I’d say yes.”

Natasha stared.

“You would?”

You laughed. “Is that surprising?”

“I don’t—usually do this.”

Your voice dropped an octave. “Ask people out?”

“Yeah. Especially not doctors.”

You leaned closer, resting your elbows on the counter. “Especially not ones your daughter wants to share juice boxes with?”

“She never offers juice to no one,” Natasha said solemnly. “Not even her aunt.”

“Wow,” you teased. “I’m honored, then.”

Natasha rubbed the back of her neck. “So... uh. Saturday? Coffee?”

“Saturday,” you confirmed. “Text me?”

She nodded. You handed her the sparkly goat plush and slid a small card with your number across the counter.

“I’ll see you then,” you said, smiling like you already knew it would go well.

Natasha turned to leave, goat in hand, face slightly flushed.

From the car, Nova clapped her hands as soon as Natasha opened the door.

“Did you ask?”

Natasha sighed. “Yes.”

Nova leaned forward with wide, expectant eyes. “Are you gonna kiss her face?”

“Not yet.”

Nova slumped dramatically. “Then what was the point?”

Natasha had changed her shirt three times.

And by changed, she meant stood in front of her mirror and stared at herself in increasingly uncharacteristic sweaters before giving up and putting her black leather jacket over a soft green tee that Nova called “the nice one.”

“You look like a sandwich,” Nova had declared, munching toast in her pajamas. “That’s good.”

“Thanks?” Natasha muttered.

Now she was sitting across from you in a cozy, not-too-loud, not-too-crowded coffee shop tucked beside a bookstore. You were already there when she arrived — somehow both casual and radiant in a dark wool coat and soft scarf. You’d greeted her with that easy smile that made her forget basic words.

She’d brought Nova’s sparkly goat plush in her bag, just in case she needed a conversation starter.

So far, she hadn’t needed it.

“I’m glad you called,” you said, sipping your drink, warm mug between your hands.

Natasha glanced at you. “Yeah. I, uh… I’m glad you said yes.”

You gave her a look that was kind and teasing at once. “I don’t make a habit of saying no to smart women with adorable daughters and terrible flirting skills.”

Natasha huffed. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You tried to blame your attraction on a plushie.”

“I panicked!”

You grinned, and Natasha couldn’t help but return it. This was easier than she thought it would be. Less terrifying.

You talked. About Nova, about books, about how you once tried to volunteer at a wildlife rescue and got bitten by a duck.

Natasha laughed out loud — not just the quiet breathy laugh she gave people who expected her to be human. A real one.

You looked at her like the sound made your chest warm. And maybe it did.

“I think she likes you,” Natasha said quietly, eventually, her coffee going lukewarm in her hand.

“Nova?”

She nodded.

“She doesn’t like many people.”

Your smile softened. “I noticed. She reminds me of you. The way she watches first, then chooses. The way she doesn’t pretend to like people she doesn’t trust. But once she’s in… she’s in. Loyal. All heart.”

That made something tight and tender twist in Natasha’s chest. She looked down, unsure what to say.

“I like her,” You added gently. “A lot.”

Natasha looked up.

Your expression was soft. Honest.

“I like you, too,” You continued, voice quieter but honest.

And just like that, she wasn’t nervous anymore. She was just—warm. Surprised by how easy it felt to be seen like this. Genuinely.

She opened her mouth to say something — she didn’t know what yet — when your phone buzzed on the table.

You glanced at the screen, the easy light in your face faltering.

Natasha caught it instantly.

“Everything okay?”

You didn’t answer right away.

The phone buzzed again. Same name. You swallowed hard.

“Sorry,” you said under your breath, already reaching for it. “It’s the hospital. Where my aunt—where Helen is.”

Natasha sat straighter. Her voice was steady, low. “You should answer.”

You did.

“Y/N L/N speaking,” you said gently. Then a pause. A longer one.

Natasha couldn’t hear what was said, but she didn’t need to. She saw it in your face — the slow, unraveling expression. The way your hand clutched the phone just a little tighter.

Natasha sat up slightly, noticing the change in your posture — the way your shoulders drew inward, bracing.

Your face froze.

The warmth of the café blurred into the background. Natasha could hear the blood rush behind her own ears as she watched your expression fall.

Your voice cracked, so quiet. “What?”

Another pause.

Then, shakier, “When?”

Your hand, gripping the phone, trembled slightly. Natasha reached out on instinct, her fingers brushing yours across the table — steady, grounding.

You finally nodded, though your eyes were wet. “Okay. Thank you. I’ll… I’ll be there.”

You hung up slowly.

Natasha didn’t pull away. “Y/N?”

Your mouth opened, but no words came. Just a few seconds of shallow breathing. And then, quietly, as if afraid saying it out loud would make it more real:

“It was the doctor...”

Natasha’s chest tightened.

“Helen, She—” You blinked quickly, trying to hold it together. “She passed. A few minutes ago. Complications from the surgery last week. It wasn’t supposed to be—she was recovering—she was—”

“I’m so sorry,” Natasha said softly, voice low, warm.

There was a beat of silence. Then you stood abruptly, grabbing your coat, your phone. “I have to go. I need to—tell my mom. I need to be with her. I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t apologize,” Natasha said, rising with you. “Come on, I’ll drive you.”

You shook your head, head spinning. “No—no, it’s fine, I can—”

“You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

That silenced you.

You nodded, eyes glossy.

“I didn’t—” Your breath hitched. “I wasn’t ready.”

Natasha reached across the table without thinking, hand finding yours.

You didn’t pull away.

“She was stubborn,” you said quietly, blinking fast. “She’d been sick a while. But she kept joking about living to a hundred. I really thought we had more time.”

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said again, and she meant it with everything she had. “I can drop you wherever you need.”

You smiled, shakily. “Thank you.”

She drove you in silence, the kind that wasn’t empty — just soft, full of understanding. When you reached your apartment, she put the car in park and turned toward you.

“I’m here,” she said. “Okay? If you need anything.”

You nodded. “I know.”

A beat of quiet passed.

Then you leaned in and hugged her — not long, not lingering. Just real.

You stared at her, eyes glossy and wide, and then nodded. You exhaled, shaky and heavy.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“It was a good coffee,” she said, softly.

You gave a tiny nod. “I’m sorry the date ended like this.”

“It didn’t end,” Natasha said gently, watching you. “It just paused.”

You looked at her, startled.

“I’ll wait,” she added. “As long as you need.”

For the first time since the call, something warm flickered in your eyes. You reached out, pressed your hand lightly to her arm.

“Thank you, Nat”

Natasha sat in the car long after you left, staring out the windshield, her heart caught somewhere between grief and something softer.

The funeral was small.

Helen had never wanted something grand. She hated pomp, avoided big parties, and always joked that if more than twenty people cried at her funeral, she’d come back and haunt them out of embarrassment.

Still, when you saw the turnout—old colleagues, a few former patients, your mother with red-rimmed eyes clutching tissues in one hand—you wished she could see it. The quiet reverence. The soft way people spoke her name.

The flowers were lavender, her favorite. The casket simple. She would’ve liked that. No drama. Just love.

You stood at the front with your family, hand squeezing your mother’s as the minister spoke.

But your eyes kept drifting back.

To Natasha.

And Nova.

The redhead sat near the back, dressed in quiet black. Her expression was unreadable to most, but you could tell—there was softness in the way she held Nova close on her lap, fingers gently stroking the girl’s back as she clutched a small bouquet of lavender sprigs in her chubby hands.

Nova had insisted on bringing them. Said they were “for the nice lady who always smelled like books.”

Natasha had tried to explain death to her. The finality of it. But Nova, being Nova, had decided she didn’t like final things.

“She’s just sleeping in the stars now,” she told Natasha with a frown. “We should still bring flowers.”

So they did.

After the service, you moved outside with the others. The overcast sky had held off for most of the morning, but a light mist had begun to fall. It wasn’t cold—just gently mournful, like the weather knew not to shout on a day like this.

Natasha approached as the crowd started to thin.

“Hey,” she said softly.

You turned. The moment your eyes met hers, the grief cracked your composure. You didn’t sob, but you blinked too fast and clutched your arms like they were the only thing keeping you upright.

Natasha didn’t hesitate.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around you.

You sank into her without thinking. She was solid. Quiet. Steady.

Nova reached up with her little bouquet and pressed it gently to your arm.

Your throat burned as you knelt to her level, taking the lavender with trembling fingers.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you said, voice breaking.

Nova hugged you, small arms warm around your neck. Natasha watched her daughter with something soft in her eyes, like she couldn’t believe how easily she’d chosen you.

“I don’t want you to be sad,” Nova whispered. “You’re my doctor friend.”

You smiled through the ache. “I’m really lucky to be your doctor friend.”

Natasha gave you time, didn’t push, just stayed by your side as people offered their condolences. She was your anchor without trying to be.

Eventually, when only a few people remained, she touched your shoulder gently.

“Want me to walk you to your car?”

You nodded.

The walk was quiet. She carried Nova, who had started yawning, cheek pressed to her mother’s collarbone.

“I wasn’t sure I should come,” Natasha admitted, keeping her voice low.

You glanced at her.

“I’m glad you did,” you said honestly.

“She meant something to you.”

You nodded. “She raised me. My parents were around but… Helen was constant. She’s why I went into medicine. Why I even thought I could do it.”

Natasha didn’t say anything at first, just listened.

“She must’ve been proud.”

You looked at her.

“She was,” you said. “She told me that. But I don’t think I ever told her how much she meant to me. Not really.”

“She knew,” Natasha said quietly. “Because I see the way Nova looks at you. And the way you look back.” Natasha offered a small smile. “It’s the same way you probably looked at Helen.”

Your eyes filled again. But this time, they didn’t spill. You breathed through it.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” you asked softly. “Just for tea or something. Nova can nap if she wants.”

Natasha hesitated. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I’d like the company. And I think Nova wants more cookies.”

Nova stirred on her shoulder at the word cookies but didn’t protest. She just murmured, “Only if she makes the round ones.”

You smiled. “I always make the round ones.

And just like that, you left the funeral behind — not the grief, not the loss, but the moment — stepping slowly toward something that felt a little like healing.

A few weeks after Helen’s funeral.

Grief wasn’t loud. It came in stillness. In the half-sipped tea you forgot on the windowsill. In the voicemail you kept replaying just to hear the voice again. But it didn’t stop life.

You had gone back to work. Your patients needed you. Nova needed you. And — though you never said it aloud — you needed them too.

Especially Nova. And her mother.

It had started with Natasha picking Nova up after a check-up and asking if you wanted to grab lunch — “for Nova,” she’d said, like it wasn’t obvious she needed the pause too.

Then a few shared weekends — trips to the park, early brunches where Nova smeared syrup on both your sleeves. Movie nights with blankets and popcorn and a fussy two-year-old who always ended up asleep in one of your laps.

And slowly, quietly, without much fanfare, you and Natasha just fit.

Not in a whirlwind. Not in a fairytale.

But in the way you leaned toward each other when you laughed.

In how Natasha always texted you when Nova said something funny — she just told a pigeon to “get therapy” because it kept pacing.

In how she learned how you took your latte and always handed it to you without asking.

And in the way your apartment now had Nova’s favorite cup and spoon in the cabinet.

On a quiet Sunday evening, the three of you sat on your couch. Nova was curled between you, cradling a stuffed dinosaur you’d won her at a spring fair. She was almost asleep — half-lidded, thumb in her mouth, one hand tangled in your sweater.

Natasha’s voice was quiet.

“She didn’t used to be like this.”

You looked over.

“She hated new people. Didn’t even let Clint hold her until she was almost two.”

You smiled, brushing a lock of hair from Nova’s cheek. “She’s still selective.”

“Exactly. That’s what gets me.” Natasha tilted her head slightly toward you. “She trusts you. Just clicked with you. It scared me at first.”

You blinked. “Scared you?”

“I’m not used to… things happening easily. Or quickly. Or softly.” Natasha looked down at Nova, then back at you. “You were soft with her. Patient. The kind of love that doesn't ask anything in return.”

Your heart ached in a good way.

“I liked you too before I even realized I did,” she said, almost like a confession. “And then you lost Helen, and you let me be there — even when you didn’t want to talk. That meant something.”

You watched her. “You mean something to me, too.”

Silence settled again, but it was warm.

Nova shifted in her sleep, turning into Natasha’s side with a little sigh. Natasha reached over and gently covered her with a throw blanket.

“She asked me last night if you were family,” Natasha murmured.

Your breath caught.

“And I told her… ‘not yet.’”

You smiled. “What did she say?”

“She said, ‘Then you better ask her fast.’” Natasha looked over at you, the corners of her mouth lifted. “So… I’m asking.”

You tilted your head, heart thudding softly. “Asking what?”

“To be part of your life. For real. Not just parks and tea and polite texts. I don’t want to just orbit around you anymore.”

You studied her — the nervous flicker in her gaze, rare and raw. The honesty. The slight tremble of her fingers as they brushed against yours.

“I don’t want that either,” you whispered.

And then, quietly, with Nova fast asleep between you, Natasha leaned in.

It wasn’t a movie kiss — no swelling music, no dramatic lighting. Just lips that found yours like they’d always known the way. Slow. Sure. Finally.

When you pulled back, Natasha rested her forehead against yours, exhaling something like relief.

Nova stirred.

Natasha blinked down at her, and you both waited — but all she did was mumble, “Can I have pancakes for dinner?”

You both laughed.

“You spoil her,” Natasha said with affection.

“She spoils me,” you replied.

And with Nova snuggled safely between you, the three of you sat in the dim, quiet room.

Not quite perfect. Not quite healed.

But together.

And that was enough.

an : oh, i love nova soo much already :((

[rc-catalog]

FANFICTION

Nova x Shen Zheng

Cry the Treacherous One by @secret-fungi | TW: emotional distress, mentions of harms, mentions of religious abuse/trauma, trust issues | M

Nova x Vesper

All Those Wretched Things by @secret-fungi | TW: emotional distress, mentions of religious abuse/trauma, internalized homophobia/racism, self-hate | M

Just For Tonight by @agattthaa | T

Winter's Audience by @secret-fungi | TW: emotional distress, illness, breakups | T

Honey, You've Been on My Mind by @secret-fungi | TW: mild sexual content | M

To Be Alone with You by @secret-fungi | TW: very mild sexual content | M

Someday by @secret-fungi | TW: vague depictions of starvation | T

Where Do Mothers Go? by @secret-fungi | TW: abandonment issues, adoption trauma, regular trauma (Vespers time in the lock-up) | T

Aria by @snow--witch | TW: child abandonment | G

Nova x Lucien

Even Still. by @secret-fungi |TW: mentions of past abuse, mentions of scars, feelings of shame and unworthiness | T

Nova x Renato Bernardi

All Of Me in Prayer by @taemcains | M

MOODBOARDS

General

WTC Moodboard by @liykaii | G

Nova

Nova by @dxrkimpulse | G

Time Catcher, Huntress, Spy. Nova. by @nymphiess | G

Nova x Shen Zheng

Moon and Sun by @webanglikethat | G

Nova x Vesper

Vesper x Nova by @liykaii | G

Everything is Already Right by @taemcains | T

Renato Bernardi

Renato by @dxrkimpulse | G

WEB WEAVES

Nova

On Religious Guilt by @webanglikethat | TW: heavy depiction of religious guilt, sin and shame, internalized moral conflict, fear of divine punishment, struggles with faith and self-worth, implied daddy issues, gore, blood, depiction of burning at the stake | M

ART/EDITS

Nova

Crush My Heart into Embers, And I Will Reignite by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd | G

Renato Bernardi

All I Wanted to be Was One of Your Children by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd | TW: religious imagery | G

[novasintheroom]

Prince!Vash arranged marriage AU masterlist

Painting by Kyle Ma.

Story Chapters - TBD

Drabbles/Headcanons

♔Prince!Vash arranged marriage AU headcanons - Part 1

Prince!Vash x Princess!Reader; general headcanons about the first part of the Prince!Vash story, your evolving relationship, etc.

♔The villagers and their prince...and new princess

A drabble about how the villagers and city folk view their prince...and his new wife.

♔ Favorite flower

Prince Vash intends to find out what your favorite flower is.

♔Journaling and royalty

Prince Vash learns about your interest in journaling.

♔Tournament day

A tournament where Prince Vash gets to show off his archery skills for you.

♔Getting dressed w/ Prince Vash's help

You ask your husband for help getting dressed.

♔Kissing Prince Vash's cheek

You kiss Prince Vash on the cheek, just to see what happens.

♔Visiting your old kingdom and family

A visit to your family, and particularly, your father.

♔A "jealous" kiss w/ Prince Vash

Drabble about you talking w/ your former fiance and how Vash reacts.

♔Prince Vash caught staring

Drabble about Vash being caught staring at his beautiful wife (you).

♔Late to court

Drabble where you're almost late to court, but Vash stops you just before the doors...

♔Laughing with the duke's son

Small drabble about Prince Vash seeing you laughing with a duke's son.

♔The door between rooms

You finally open the door between your rooms to ask Prince Vash something...

♔A thunderstorm for the night

Drabble about how a thunderstorm comes knocking, so you seek out Vash for comfort.

♔How would Vash propose?

You ask your husband how he would actually propose if he was given the chance.

♔The idea of a new wedding

Vash brings up the idea of having a new wedding for you two.

[miss-tc-nova]

Nova's TWST Masterlist - Diasomnia

All fics may contain “strong language.”

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Malleus Draconia

One Shots:

The Smallest Lapse (Mild Fluff)

Debts (Mild fluff)

A Lonely Fear (Mild Hurt-Fluff)

Headcanons:

When You Have Power to Rival Malleus - Leona, Azul, Malleus

S/O Inexperienced in Relationships - Housewardens

S/O with Sleep Apnea - Leona, Jade, Floyd, Malleus

Barbarian S/O - Jack, Floyd, Rook, Malleus, Lilia

Mad with Magic - Leona, Malleus, Lilia

Silver

One Shots:

Not a Nap (Mild Fluff)

Once Upon a Dream (Fluff)

Lilia Vanrouge

Headcanons:

Sick S/O - Jack, Kalim, Lilia

S/O with Sleep Apnea - Trey, Jack, Jamil, Lilia

Barbarian S/O - Jack, Floyd, Rook, Malleus, Lilia

Mad with Magic - Leona, Malleus, Lilia

Going with a Smile - Jade, Floyd, Lilia

Other Nonsense

Headcanons:

And They Were Roommates - Freshmen

And They Were Roommates - Sophomores

And They Were Roommates - Juniors

Subjecting TWST Boys to Head Bonks

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Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[sereia4skz]

I love the way you write for the boys.

Could you possibly write for maybe Han (or whoever you think fits this better) where the reader overhead him talking to another member about paying up for a bet involving her and she gets upset and they argue. But happy ending because the bet actually giving han a timeline to ask the reader out because he was too nervous and if he did it in the time limit the other member would pay for the first date.

If you don't want to write for this that's fine just ignore it lol -Nova 🩷

oneshot | bad bets? good intentions

pairing: han x reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: bets, chan pushing han to be brave, reader seems lowkey into han groveling

word count: 914

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

You weren’t supposed to hear. You were just packing up your things from Jeongin’s room. He’d passed out mid-movie, and you figured you’d grab your overnight bag and let yourself out quietly. The dorm was quiet, Chan and Jeongin’s shared place always got like this past midnight. You thought Chan was at the studio, but then you heard your name.

"Alright, I’ll pay up," came Chan's voice, half-laughing through the barely cracked door to the kitchen.

You breathed quietly, not to eavesdrop, just not wanting to bother the two.

"You asked her out, didn’t you?"

Silence. Then Jisung's voice, sheepish and soft, "Yeah, barely. You gave me a week, and I did it with like… what? Three hours left?"

Chan laughed, easy, pleased, "Barely counts. She said yes though, right?"

"Of course she did. I’ve been working up to this for months."

You blinked, your fingers froze on the zipper of your bag.

The ringing in your ears was overwhelming, blood pulsed hard against your temples.

Pay up? Week? A deadline?

You backed up before you could hear more. The apartment door was closer than the voices. You slipped your shoes on quietly and left without a sound.

Jisung didn’t hear from you for two days. Not after the goodnight texts. Not after the check-ins or the memes. Not even when he sent a voice note singing your favorite song in a dumb voice to make you laugh.

And the silence was driving him insane.

On the third night, he stood outside your apartment for a full five minutes before working up the nerve to knock. You opened the door halfway, eyes tired, expression unreadable.

His hoodie was rumpled, hair a mess from anxious tossing, and his phone was already in his hand, just in case he needed to show you something to prove he hadn’t completely screwed everything up.

“Hey,” he said, voice small. “Can you… can we talk? Please?”

You didn’t speak, but after a moment, you stepped aside. He exhaled as he stepped in, taking in the warm clutter of your apartment. It looked the same as always. His heart stuttered, noticing his absence had seemingly no impact on your routine. You stayed near the kitchen, arms folded tightly.

“I heard you,” you said. “At the dorm. You and Chan.”

His face went pale. “That’s… not what it sounded like.”

You cocked a brow. “It sounded like I was a deadline? A bet. A joke between you and your hyung.”

Jisung groaned, running his hands down his face. He sat down on your couch like the weight of it knocked the air from his lungs. “Please, let me explain.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t have to. The silence stretched long enough that he took it as permission.

“I’ve liked you for so long. Like… since Jeongin first introduced us. And every time I tried to tell you, I choked. I’d plan what to say, but the second I saw you smile or say my name, my brain just evaporated.”

He laughed, bitter and breathless. “Chan got tired of watching me suffer, said it was pathetic that for all my lyrics I couldn't muster to ask you out. So he made a bet. He said I had one week to ask you out, and if I did, he’d pay for our first date. If I didn’t, I had to wear a dress and heels and do Britney Spears karaoke.”

Your mouth twitched. You didn’t want it to, but it did.

Jisung caught it, a flicker of hope lit behind his eyes. “It wasn’t about winning anything. It was about giving me a push. He knew I wouldn’t do it otherwise. And I didn’t want to waste more time pretending I wasn’t completely gone for you.”

He stood slowly, moving closer, voice softening. “It was real. Asking you out. Everything we’ve done since? before? It’s the most real thing I’ve ever had. I just… I didn’t think you’d say yes if I told you how scared I was.”

“You should’ve told me,” you said quietly.

“I know. I’m sorry. If I could go back, I’d do it differently. I’d say all the things I wanted to say from the start.” He stopped in front of you, hands twitching like he wanted to reach for you, but didn’t dare.

“But if this is where it ends… I’ll understand. I’ll hate it, but I’ll get it.”

You stared up at him. At the soft curve of his mouth, the nervous flick of his fingers, the ache written across his whole body.

“Do you still want that date?” you asked finally.

He blinked, nodded rapidly. “More than anything.”

“Good. Because if Chan’s paying, I’m ordering the most expensive thing on the menu.”

Jisung’s mouth fell open. “Wait! Does that mean?”

“I’m still mad,” you said, stepping into his space. “But I never said no.”

He breathed out a relieved laugh. “Fair. Yell at me all you want. Just… let me take you out."

You nodded, your expression finally softening. “One condition.”

“Name it.”

“No more dumb secrets.”

He raised his hand like a scout. “Swear. You can even make me wear the heels if I mess it up again.”

“Tempting,” you muttered.

Then, finally, finally, you let him hug you. 

Jisung buried his face in your shoulder and whispered, "I missed you like hell."

You rolled your eyes, but your hand slid into his hoodie pocket all the same.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“You won’t.”

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[juletheghoul]

The General Masterlist

As the General of the Roman army, General Marcus has strengthened his reputation as a strong, capable, brutal man. You can't help but want him though, and he can't seem to help himself either.

a/n; There is no overarching story for these two, there will be no end, I want this to be a world we can dip back into at any time. Please feel free to send asks about them, to ask for headcanons and details. A warning though; this isn't a relationship in the traditional sense. There is a huge power-imbalance and for the purposes of the story, it will not change. We're also going quite rogue here since the movie hasn't come out. (Edit; I lied. They have feelings and the story is definitely going somewhere. There is still room to dip in between the beginning and the end though so ask away and I will make it work!)

Every post will have it's own warnings

Ko-fi 💕

I. the general

II. the baths

III. crossing the line

IV. unclean

V. greedy

VI. convivium

VII. distraction

VIII. attack on the villa

IX. too close

X. vita nova

XI. home

XII. dignitas

XII. felix natalis

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Asks and previews (before chapter X)

Sneak peek of chapter IX

Sneak peek of chapter X

sneak peek of chapter XI

sneak peek of chapter XII

nicknames (musings)

corrupted (ask)

soak (ask)

covetous (ask)

regrets (ask)

ache (ask)

lesson (ask)

wedding night drabble (ask)

shaving

slip ups

domina

making friends

pre-confession musings

his insecurity

(After chapter X)

sneak peek of his gift

educational (ask)

his gift

regression

-interpretation of girl- by @desuidesu 💕

early days in the market

his and only his

realization

fever

Diana's loyalty

doubts

getaway

statues and honours