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Still keeping this blog up just in case I lose access to the main again

Thank god I manage to get back this account, I'm so relieved 😭

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Based on a Tweet from @/SnowyDawn_17

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To be Hero X Agencies

So I've been thinking alot after Ep. 4 (for....reasons 🥲) but opened up and brought attention of somethings.

One of them being that we get to see more of other Hero Agencies, glimpses of how they operate, and what each of their "brand" is for the Hero Commission.I'd like to dedicated this post on the info that we know and my on personal theories on them.

TREEMAN

First off, we have the Treeman Group whose CEO is Mr. Shand. For their employed Hero/Villain rooster so far has featured:

Nice

Moon

Wreck

Firm Man

Blankster

Lin Ling ( new recruit )

Translated desc.- "a hero agency that makes good use of marketing to shape the hero's personality" (@tbhx_officialCN)

From what we've seen, the mangers and staff take in precaution on how their heroes are depicted on stage, their meet-ups with fans, as well as crafting a boosting narrative for their heroes trust values to grow in the eyes of the fans. They are not above bribery, coercion, and stunt casting in order to push their quota ( as seen by the actions of Miss.J )

Also from what I've seen and gathered, it seems that Treeman possibly owns much of the real estate and city development in this world cause much of their promo features a lot of residential areas and shopping districts with their brand on them.

So maybe them hiring people to play the part of villains is because they are the ones who are able to rebuild plus reshape how fans live and consume.

FOMO

Up next is FOMO, which literally stands for "Fear of Missing Out". Their CEO seems to be this young guy named Zac. Their rooster so far consists of:

Loli

Ahu

Translated desc.- "provides ordinary people with opportunities to speak out and become famous" (@tbhx_officialCN)

So from their general description they seem like the mostly are in tune with what regular people are doing, and finding out what's new and fresh.

From the look of their office space, FOMO it's the most colorful and lively of the 4 agencies. It gives off what a lot of start-up tech, social media, and web HQs like Google and Youtube.

It's possible that most, if not all, of their heroes started out as Influencers or people that became heroes through viral moments on the web. Maybe their dark side is that their heroes have to keep coming up with more new, and exciting acts or content to please their fans to keep raking in Trust Value.

It could be more possible that FOMO has the same guide lines like YouTube, Twitter, and Twitch. ( Which would be pretty bleak ^^')

MIGHTY GLORY

Third, we have Mighty Glory whose CEO is the mystery guy right here. Their rooster, as far as we know, consist of:

E-Soul

Ghostblade

Dragon Boy

Translated desc.- "The ace hero organization Mighty Glory has successfully cultivated many high-ranking heroes" (@tbhx_officialCN)

Just looking at the main heroes they have, this agency mainly focuses on acquiring heroes that have a wide-ranged of fighting and physical skills.

They also seem to have morally gray code and ethics. Some not against pummeling or killing those that they deemed "deserve it".

My theories on the CEO is that he is collects and sees their heroes how a Roman Emperor does with Gladiators. They are valued solely on their combatant attributes and merciless displays, but are kept in line behind the scenes like wild animals or slaves.

DOS

And lastly, we have DOS. I have yet to find what it the abbreviation means, but this is their CEO, Mickey. Their hero rooster, so far in the show, consists of:

Queen

Lucky Cyan

The Johnnies

Translated desc. - "DOS pursues high efficiency by acquiring a large number of small hero companies to grow stronger." (@tbhx_officialCN)

So it seems like they are the largest AND most powerful agency out of the collective 4. It has a very...Disney way of acquiring more heroes to cultivate it's company.

They have means to tap into different markets of branding for their heroes.

On one brand, you can appeal to animal lovers and sell marketable mascot plushies, and on the other, you can appeal to pop star and music fans who want to see their favorite idol to succeed.

Not to mention they hold one of the strongest powerhouses to take the title of X.

O_O!!

Disney Evil! This company is willing to obtain and cultivate their heroes so it can become the most controlling Hero IP out in the world (This CEO is Steve Jobs and Bob Iger rolled into one).

So if their was ever a chance or motive for these agencies claim to dominance. it's DOS.

So I hope you enjoyed my on-the spot, collective analysis and ramblings on the agencies so far. I'm still holding on to some other theories and little details I spot that I want to post soon (hopefully a shorter one ^^')

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Genshin Characters and their "Multo" aka Ghost.

Zhongli/Morax

Humingang malalim, pumikit na muna At baka sakaling namamalikmata lang

Zhongli, Morax's ghost is that fact that he would outlive you over and over again. He would live for a whole lifetime just to see you die before him. Forever haunted by the different yet the same version of his beloved. Haunted by the fact that he would try to find you in everyone thus realising the fact that he could no longer love anyone else. But you.

Morax who finds you in everyone, reminds you of everything. It was like everything was about you. And how funny it was, you were anywhere but next to him. It feel like the more he tries to forget about you- despite the thousands of years, memories that were long forgotten. Despite the fact that he could barely remember your face, your voice. You still haunts him. Everything reminds him of you no matter how much he trues to deny it. He could never get used to it.

Kamisato Ayato

Ba't nababahala? 'Di ba't ako'y mag-isa? Kala ko'y payapa, boses mo'y tumatawag pa

Ayato's ghost would be the fact that he almost had you. The fact that the two of you happened; a short serenity. A short bliss of happiness he would never forget that would forever haunt him as he choose his duties before himself.

People would see him as the Head of the Kamisato Clan, the one who manage to rebuild his clan at the edge of ruins. The one who was said to be cunning yet kind. A manipulator and a strategist. The one who was contented with his life, and yet the moment he heard your familiar calling, he would look back. Only to realise he was alone, you aren't here anymore. That this is what he had given up willingly all those years ago. His happiness.

Al Haitham

Binaon naman na ang lahat Tinakpan naman na 'king sugat

Al Haitham's ghost is the fact that he never confess. It was never about the circumstances, you were always by his side. It was never about miscommunication, you talked, you always does. It was never about trust, he had known you all his life, the trust that you two had was everything. It was about time. It was about damn time. He though you had more time, if only he had known.

So as he stood in front of your grave, a flower in hand. He just stares. Would things be different he confessed? If he asked you to stay? Stay with him? If he did not try to play it safe, would you still be here with him? If he did not try to suppress these feelings, would you still be here right beside him? He would never know and it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Neuvillette

Ngunit ba't ba andito pa rin? Hirap na 'kong intindihin

Neuvillette's ghost is the fact that he could never love you again, not after the hundred years of guilt. While it was the verdict and countless accusations, evidence that eventually took you away from him. He was the same being that pass on that verdict to you. While he had forgiven the national from that they did. He himself could not forgive the fact that he did that to you.

He knew you deserve better, now that you are back. He knew that you deserve better, and he knew he was not. So he let you go, for the second time in his lifeline, he let you go. But it was okay, at least this time you are alive, you are safe, even if it wasn't by his side. He knew he could not love you again, the guilt was eating him alive and yet the pain of seeing you with someone else was a different kind of pain, one that would haunt him forever, for the rest of his life.

Diluc Ragnvindr

Tanging panalangin, lubayan na sana Dahil sa bawat tingin, mukha mo'y nakikita

Diluc's ghost is the dreams and broken promises that he had left behind upon becoming the rouge, on his venture for vengeance. He left without saying goodbye, not even a letter explaining why. Not even a letter to his own fiancé he had left alone in the altar.

The same fiancé that came into mind when he find himself knocking on deaths door, keeping him alive. Only to find out the reason why he manage to kept himself alive the reason why he came back was no longer around. You died, alone in an alley at day the two of you were supposed to get married. Clutching the rings the two of you were supposed to exchange that very same day. Now kept in his chest, attached on the necklace underneath his clothes. Hoping it was you talking through the tavern door, greeting him with your smile. That was a dream he would forever wish upon.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: I've been lss Multo for a few days now anddd wellll, i miss genshin :") ALSO ANG BANAS GRABE LORD

Bonus:

You

Kahit sa'n man mapunta ay anino mo'y kumakapit sa 'king kamay Ako ay dahan-dahang nililibing nang buhay pa

Your ghost is Capitano who you spend most of your life with. He who cannot rest in peace finally find himself at peace. And there is nothing you can do about it but to accept the fact that he had left you behind. That he had finally find his peace, something you had always been dreaming of when it comes to him. Because admit it, it may not seemed that way but he had always been suffering, carrying onnthe weight of the nation that had long been gone.

As much as you want to hate him for leaving you alone. You cannot, not when he had finally find his peace. Not when he could finally rest. But then again, if there is nothing that would haunt you forever is by how peaceful he looked when he left. Like he had no regrets, like he had done enough. In which in fact he did. He left in peace, which left you in pieces. Never to love again.

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Heyyo 💕, (english is not my first language) i hope you're doing well,so i had this thought while reading solo leveling and what if reader gets reincarnated/rebirth into bleach? What do you think will happen? Will her soul be different from others or the same? Will the shinigami notice the difference? Will she be immune to their powers? Or not? What if she instead of a system she has a status window in which she fould read others thoughts or moods? Like from the manwha "the status window princess"? Oh boy this is going to be long.

DEPENDING on where she is reborn, for example as a shinigami or a human. If as a soul and becomes a shinigami, do you think the captains would notice anything? Especially Aizen? Will they be suspicious of her? Or will she be just another shinigami to them?but what if she's in squad 5, and knowing the future and characters, would she and will she avoid aizen, maybe in order to not be in his 'kill' list, she ends up intriguing him? Or says or does something that changes a few aspects of him. WHAT IF she met aizen during his lieutenant days?OR what if she was in another's squad? OR accidently ended up being his classmate in the academy? Personally, Aizen would most definitely be a bit suspicious of her, after stalking her (just as he stalks others) for over a century, since there would be many questions regarding a few moments or "coincidences" of her, such as evading a canon situation.

Now onto what if she was a human, would she by any chance be born at the same time as the ichigo squad? Would she get along with them? What if she avoids them? What if she doesn't?what if she does/says something that changes a few aspects/habits of them which could change the future. Will any of them fall for her? Would she get entangled with them if she had higher raetsu than an average human? Will she survive? Will she change the plot?

There are so many questions whenever i think of this like what impact her presence would have, would she even be able to survive, would she want to go back to her original world, would she want a peaceful life? Personally i think if she was a shinigami before or after aizen sosuke's betrayal, in between she might quit as to not get involved or to persuade her dream life, such as opening a cafe or a cozy bookshop or a florist or a boutique maybe holding classes for arts and crafts(painting, pottery, charms etc) at her studio maybe even a teacher in highschool or a professor in a uni?? The list goes on and on, since im an artsy person i would choose one of em, maybe two who knows? Being introverted and speaking when spoken to or when necessary, slight clumsy, yet sharp on catching onto things, yet being dumb (adhd patient here),sometimes blurting out stuff that shouldn't be said, or having no filter, being straightforward,goldfish memory , do you think a reader who has such qualities would be able to survive

I actually really love how you write aizen, and analyse the situation with realism, i have read your posts again and again🤭🩷. I really enjoy your work, and when i thought of this i knew you would be the only person who would perfectly answer it, i enjoy your opinion!! 💮🌸🪷 Lots lots of love to you🍭

Thank you for sending me your request!! I'm not familiar with Solo Leveling or The Status Window Princess, so my apologies if I misunderstand! I'll work with what you've given me.

But before I jump in, thank you so much for your kind words! And also thank you for your patience in my response to your request. I hope this is what you had in mind ❤️.

The reader you created paints an interesting picture no matter where you place her, but I also agree with you that depending on if she was born a shinigami, born a human dies and becomes a shinigami, and just being human, would change how she interacts with the Bleach cast and story as a whole. That being said, I'll separate my reply to you in these three "universes" to organize my thoughts.

...if reader was born a shinigami

I agree with you that depending on when she becomes a shinigami, her interaction with the story will differ greatly. In scenarios like the one you describe, I always wonder how a student Aizen would react to a reader such as her. Partly because student Aizen is a mystery for canon Bleach as well, but we can guess that he was unassuming and didn't stand out. Aizen is particular about how he comes across, so I can't see him flexing his reiatsu as a young student.

In this scenario, I think the reader would have to stand out in some way to catch his attention. Maybe her reiatsu feels a bit different than everyone else, maybe she can immediately sense how much reiatsu Aizen has and it makes her curious about him. The reader you shared with me sounds like someone who is kind, even if she may come across as clumsy, blunt and a bit forgetful.

If she does try to befriend Aizen, it makes him apprehensive, yet curious about her. I think, if she had the powers you described, Aizen would eventually discover, or at least find some hints of her "unusual" behaviour through his habitual stalking. The thing about Aizen though, he also sees people in terms of their usefulness to him, so I can see him trying to assess where she fits in his plans. Then again, student Aizen may not have such plans at that moment in time, and may be walking the thin line of wanting to have friends or compartmentalizing his loneliness. If she can befriend him, I wonder how much will change?!

If she has the ability to see the future (as you mentioned) and saw the events of Bleach unfold - and she's placed in the time where she meets a young Aizen, I can see her trying to change his fate. I think a young Aizen may be more susceptible to this than say, Lieutenant or Captain Aizen. To me, Lieutenant and Captain Aizen are very driven to their goals at those points in the story - I don't see them swaying overall "course" for another person - he would just incorporate her into his plans somehow, or as you said, try and kill her (much to her dismay).

...if reader was born a human, dies and becomes a shinigami

I think in this case, the age of Aizen is very dependent. Lieutenant or Captain Aizen would see her as a potential experiment if she yielded the powers she had + the fact she had this since she was a human. He may be curious to know if there are others like her in the world of the living. Again, I think the key idea is that it will very much depend on how old Aizen is on when she meets him.

Also, it'll depend on what rank she in within the Gotei 13 to have some influence in the shaping of Aizen's story. I think if she were, say a 3rd or 4th seat, she would interact with Aizen and (un)fortunately, get his attention - and by that point, he has already slotted you into his plans. Fortunately for you, if you do have the power to see the future - then you can do your best to avoid it, but it comes with a catch. Aizen (I think) and possibly Urahara, would catch on. I think Gin would also be suspicious.

So she might have a lot of eyes on her if she avoids canon situations.

... if reader was born a human

In this situation, if she were born and placed in the same ages of Ichigo and co., it'll depend on what power she has that can be of benefit to the group. Not that Ichigo was looking for comrades, it was literally Chad, Orihime and Uryuu forcing themselves much to Ichigo's dismay lol, but they all had powers to back them up. I think the same thing would need to happen for reader as well. She would need some kind of power so Ichigo would not worry about her. It's why Tatsuki, Keigo and Mizuiro didn't come - they were powerless.

I am of the belief that shared journeys, traumas and experiences are massive bonding moments - so I think it would be understandable if reader and someone else (whoever that may be!) would develop feelings for each other. Would she have more influence in the story? I'm not sure - I think that's upon you on how much influence you want her to have on the story. Ichigo was very adamant on saving Rukia no matter what, and fought his way through. Would reader be facing her own battles? It's some food for thought!

There are so many questions whenever i think of this like what impact her presence would have, would she even be able to survive, would she want to go back to her original world, would she want a peaceful life?

As I mentioned before, I think you created an interesting reader and I think she would survive. From what you sent me, it sounds like she will do what it takes to survive because she wants a peaceful life. I think in that sense, if she was thrusted into the world as a shinigami, she would make do of what she has and find out what "peace" is in the sense of a shinigami. There are many side characters in the story who seem to lead peaceful lives - like Byakuya's old lieutenant prior to Renji (I don't remember his name). He's retired, but runs a glasses shop!

So no matter what hardships Aizen might throw at her (or force her into), or even if he decides to change his mind, I think your reader will push herself for the life she wants - whatever that may be!

Thank you again for sending this request, I hope this is what you wanted.

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Random Mydei thoughts

This fic was written during the first realest of Amphoreus, and I haven't properly playthrough the Quest at that time

Imagine you and Mydei married at a young age cause "arrange marriage/marriage of convenience"(just because ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧)

Both of you come to an agreement that once you two are married, you'll make it a marriage of inconvenience, the two of you will make it everyone's problems

The two of you grow close even when he left Kremnos you follow along side

Mydei know that you made a vow with each other that no romantic feeling will develop or involved, and the only goal in accepting the marriage is to make it problematic to the adults who force you two

The only reason why the marriage still remains is to deter unwanted people from making unwanted advance

But Mydei just couldn't help it, even when the relationship was forced by the adults and soon later turn into a game for the two of you, the way you worry and care for him, the patient you show for him, the way you never once saw him in a bad light

You might see your relationship as something as friendship, he starting to see it as an actual marriage but to make it so the feelings must be mutual

Well, Mydei doesn't mind to start to court you with the whole intention to turn this long gimmick into something legit

And he is for sure won't give up easily even if you reject him

You have his whole heart wrap by your hands and he is sure to show you how much he grew to care for you more than what is expected

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Mydei Courting HC

Request: Can I get Mydei courting Reader headcanon

This was requested & written during the first realest of Amphoreus, and I haven't properly playthrough the Quest

Given Mydei's past, I don't think he'll just court anyone, they kinda do have a past or a connection even as simple as a college

Before Mydei begin to court you, he'll drop subtle hint about his intentions for a little before getting impatient at himself

Mydei would be straightforward but respectful

He would offen offer to take you out for a walk and most of the time the walk is awkwardly silent

Mydei is not completely clueless but at same time is having a hard time having or creating a romantic moments with you cause of his lack of experience

> Sometimes Phainon or Tribbie or both will third wheeling behind the shadow much to Mydei annoyance

He reluctantly ask Aglaea for help at first, but he doesn't want more awkward silent walk with you

He didn't follow most of Aglaea suggestions and advice but he did try to put an effort of following some of it and over time You and Mydei can hold a conversation during the walks

Sometimes the two of you are too engrossed in the conversation that it's almost or already nighttime when either one of you notice and end the walk

Of course Mydei will walk you back to your home everytime this happen and you invite him in for dinner

And of course again, Mydei accept and sometimes even offer to help, which you reject most of the time cause "that make you a bad host" and Mydei just roll his eyes at the excuse

Courting and dating are two things, dating could just be a casual thing or so

But courting is more serious and traditional which is the very end goal is marriage

So the moment Mydei start courting you, he is sure you're the person he would married and spend the rest of his life with

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Lin Ling x gn reader hcs plz plz plz

Lin Ling x GN! Reader Headcanons

A/N: Hello, sure here you go! I really love Lin Ling!!

CW: English is not my native language ,just Spoiler for Tbhx!

જ⁀➴He knows you from work, and secretly admires you.

જ⁀➴He always had a crush on you but thought he never had a chance with you, which is why he never said anything to you.

જ⁀➴He would quickly get nervous when he was around you, when you smiled his knees would always go weak and his heart would beat faster.

જ⁀➴When he was fired, his world collapsed, including yours, because you really liked Lin Ling.

જ⁀➴When he became Nice, he tried to avoid contact with you, but you immediately recognized that it was actually Lin Ling.

જ⁀➴When you confronted him about it, he thought you were about to expose him, but he was happier when you hugged him and promised him you wouldn't say anything.

જ⁀➴Shortly afterwards you confessed your feelings to each other and got together.

જ⁀➴You two had a rather secret relationship until now so that the image would not be ruined, but Ling Ling made sure that you were always aware that he loved you from the bottom of his heart.

જ⁀➴When it came out that Nice was actually dead and Ling Ling was now a hero on the top 10, you could now be more public, but he made sure that you had your privacy.

જ⁀➴Every day he writes you a message saying that he loves you and also makes sure that you eat enough during the day.

જ⁀➴Oh, he's so sweet to you. He literally worships the ground you walk on.

જ⁀➴When it rains, he holds his umbrella over you even if he gets wet.

જ⁀➴He loves to cuddle with you and can only fall asleep properly if you lie next to him.

જ⁀➴He makes sure that after the company goes under, you have a well-paid job where you enjoy it, even though he has offered you that you don't have to work anymore.

જ⁀➴Oh he loves it when you tell him that edu loves him, his knees go weak and he literally has hearts in his eyes.

જ⁀➴He knows everything about you, not in a stalker way but in a sweet way like if you mention that you like this necklace it will be on your table the next day in a small gift box

-Peachyprophet

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What a Catrious Meowincidence

Hero X x Reader

(im bad at pun so pls bare with the title) (What a Curious Coincidence)

This fic was inspired by this fanart

Honestly who would have thought if enough people believe it, it would happen, who I'm kidding that's how hero's get their power but at the same time

Who would have thought something like this would happen to Hero X

It all started with online discussion amongst X followers or believers talking about how cute or sexy he would be with cat features such as cat ears and this discussion reached other types of people and everything went spiral from that point on

The internet was in an uproar when someone saw X with cat ears and a tail which they manage to take a photo and share it to the internet

Making it spiral more uncontrollably than it already is, again, who would have thought something like this would happen to Hero X

But that what bring you, NAME, at your current predictimate with your boyfriend

Why does your boyfriend have cat ears and a tail?!

But oh how cute he look that it's getting harder to restrain yourself from launching at him and pampers him like an actual cat!

"NAME, Sweetie, Darling!"

He called out to you which you made immediately rush to his side

"Can you call work for me and tell them I'm not in a... good shape..."

He hesitate his last words

Of course you agree while unconsciously start to pat his head and caress his cat ears

Calling in his workplace with his phone and explain that your Darling isn't feeling too well that you'll the one who have to make the call

You were glad his workplace is understandable and give their regards for his quick recovery

With a a sound click from his phone, a purr you fail to hear during the phone call was getting louder and then you finally notice that you were petting his head and he seems pretty content with it

Seeing him enjoying the head pat make you smile and cooing at his adorable behavior

"You know, there's a viral picture of Hero X with cat ears and tail.

What a coincidence"

You let out a soft laugh at the coincidence but your boyfriend suddenly froze

You continue on patting and cooing at him, oblivious to his stress and clinging to the hope of you keep seeing this as coincidence and not connect the dots

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oh my god thank you for writing for Hero X!! I’ve been refreshing the tags for two weeks now and finally as someone who loves reader insert as much as ship fanfic I can die happily🥹

Can we get Hero X with a colleague at the office who has a crush on him and is lowkey a Hero X fan?

✦𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉✦

You never thought you'd ever fall for someone so hard and so deeply, like they've completely taken over your mind. At first you didn't know why or how, it all seemingly started when he pointed out a small difference you made in your own style. Or how he suddenly began helping you with mundane tasks. Truth be told, you both never got along well at first. But eventually, it seemed he actually began to care for you.

He always gets you your favorite coffee every morning. Always remembering to remind you when it was lunch time, knowing you'd get so endorsed in work you forget to take breaks. Anytime you forgot your umbrella, he always shares his with yours. No matter how miniscule something might seem, he always notices.

Slowly over the years, you became good friends. Casually greeting eachother every morning and never forgetting to say goodbye. Eventually you realized you had a crush on him, it wasn't an instantaneous revelation. You were just minding your own business, typing away at your laptop and doing your usual routine when he greeted you on a Monday morning, bringing you some snacks after you mentioned you didn't have time to eat breakfast. The way he smiled and casually greeted you, His eyes were soft for a moment and you could feel a strange warmth enveloping your chest, Feeling your Cheeks heating up.

For the first time, you suddenly felt nervous and somewhat giddy. Your heart thumping wildely as you chuckled out a thank you and took the bag from him, both your hands touching for a moment before you tried to turn away casually. From then on, you began to harbor a seemingly innocent crush on your coworker.

You started looking forward to your usual encounters with him, sometimes even Purposely forgetting your lunch just so you could have a reason to talk with your colleague.

Occasionally you'd ramble on to him about your interests, like your favorite hero X, talking about how awesome you thought he was and wondering who the mysterious hero was behind the confident swagger. All the while oblivious to how the said hero would sometimes look after you everynight you went home. X swears it was only to protect you, but we both know it's more than that. ♡

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Welcome to my blog~!

This is my alt acc, while @corvus-ix is my main

I have this acc just in case something happen again to my main

RULES

I'll Write

Character x Reader

Be clear with your request

Female & Gender Neutral Reader (may or may not write for Male, depends on the request)

One-Shot

Head Canon

Blood/Gore, Smut, Horror, Yandere, Toxic Relationship, Not Morally Good Character/Reader

> I do not condemn toxicity such as toxic relationship, gaslight, manipulation, narcissism, misogyny, misandry, yandere, murder and many such in real life and shouldn't be practice in real life, if your having problem pls seek help to improve yourself to prevent harming others and yourself

> I only write such thing as to broaden my mind to these concepts and improve both my writing and understanding to action, consequence, reasoning why ppl do it. Again, I DO NOT condemn those stuff IRL and I just want to understand stuff more and improve my writing

I Don't Write

Non-Con

Incest

Grooming (↓)

Age Gap (Minor x Adult❌ | Adult x Adult✅)

> There are still lines that I will never crossed

Character x Character

Masterlist

To Be Hero X

» I'am to Blame [OG!Nice & Reader]

» Hero X x Reader

» What a Catrious Meowincidence [Hero X x Reader]

Honkai Star Rail

» Yandere!Phainon x TB!GN!Reader

» Arrange Marriage [Mydei x Reader]

» Mydei Courting HC

» Again, Then Again, The Something New? [Amphoreus Reader]

» Waking Up to a Familiar Cliche [Manhwa Au HSR.ver]

Bleach

» Yandere! Jugram Haschwalth x Shinigami Raeder

» Survive [Bleach x WuWa]

Solo Leveling

» Restricted Player [1] [2] —

Genshin Impact

» SAGAU/Cult Au > [Rubedo x Reader] [Yea Miko x Reader] [Scaramouche, Scaramouche, Will You Do The Fandango?]

» Waking Up to a Familiar Cliche [Manhwa Au Genshin.ver]

AFK Journey

» Rhys x Reader

» Reiner x Reader

» Bonnie x M!Reader [smut hc]

» Eironn x F!Reader [smut]

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Hero X x Reader

AHHHHHHHHHGGGRH

Your boyfriend seems like the normal typical office workers with a loving and normal relationship with you

You and him were together for four years

But two years ago, a shaking feeling started, that's something feels off about him, but who care since he spoil and doted on you!

But off course you return him the affection back even if you can't spoil him much as he does for you

But there are moments where you just question the person you loved or maybe yourself

A strong sense of deja vu, an echo of the sound finger snap, and a few gaps in your memories

But at the end of the day, your lovely and doting boyfriend melt all of those unease away like it never exists in the first place

As long as his on your side, you don't mind any unease and cling to the life you two built together over the years

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As long your at his side, he'll be content

No need to parade his true identity

No need to keep up with public expectations

No need to worry about the Trust Value

All he need is you. So stay, he'll spoil you, dote on you, support you. Just STAY by his side

One day he'll tell you, but not today

You should have seen this coming, why didn't you

Most heroes were somehow popular figure before they become hero

"Agh! This is annoying! All I want is to cosplay and show off my skill to the internet!"

Yes being popular make your content reach many people easier and it's also means faster money from the social media platform revenue and even from people commissioning for you to make their costumes

And worse of it all, you can't bring you lovely boyfriend with you to the Hero Tower! So you basically lived alone now

Opening your phone the first thing you saw a massage from him asking for you well being, you instantly reply back, the text went back and forth until he said he need to go bed for work tomorrow, with a sigh you ended the massage with "Goodnight, sleep well and good dreams Love"

After that you put your phone down and start to rethink your life choices

It suck that you can't cuddle him to sleep now or he won't be at your side when you unexpectedly needs it

Deciding to take a quick shower to calm down but that was soon interrupt by an annoying sound of a snap and an annoying figure

"FUCKING DAMN IT X!!!"

A lot more curse left your mouth and hygiene bottles were thrown until he was out of the shower room

Your plan to have relaxing bath was now absolutely destroy "damn it" you mutter as you finish up quickly

Now standing in fort of X is you in a mismatch color pajamas as he is just sitting at the counter chair in your kitchen, looking all so innocent like he didn't just randomly show up during the middle of your shower!

"If you weren't the number 1 hero, I would have beaten you up at this point"

You said as you gave him a very much displeased and disgusted look, where he just found it adorable

It's not often he seen such expression directed at him when his with you as your ordinary office worker persona boyfriend

"And what's stopping you?"

He tease. His words made a vein in your head just pop

"BECAUSE YOUR THE NUMBER 1 HERO WHICH WILL MAKE YOU EXTREMELY MORE POWERFUL THAN ME!!!!

NOT ONLY THAT! I'M BEEN ONLY A HERO FOR A FEW MONTHS WHILE YOU WERE FOR TWO YEARS! THE SKILL GAP IS HUGE!!!"

X just awkwardly chuckle and noting that he did went too far today

Before he could apologize, a slipper went flying across and he manage to dodge it in time but the window wasn't so lucky and broke upon impact

He immediately got up and raise both of his hand in a surrendering gesture

"I apologize for overstepping my boundaries and made you uncomfortable earlier at the shower"

He then snap his finger and a bag appear

"It just thought I might share some bites with you"

He then took out neat containing and opening was some of your favorite meal

You just sign and went to sit next to him, taking the food container out of his hand and a fork from the counter drawer

You weren't questioning about it, you long stop when he didn't answer or redirect the questions, you complain about this too to your boyfriend but it seems like he isn't bother too much about it

Much to your annoyance

When you look at from the meal your eating, you notice that X was chatting away as usual... as usual when it came to you

"I miss you"

He suddenly say, making you stop mid bite

"You literally saw three days ago"

You groan and he just laugh

"Three days are too long for me, I'm afraid"

"I LITERALLY HAVE A BOYFRIEND SO STOP THIS BS OR SO GOD HELP ME!"

You emphasis the word boyfriend harder and his simple "I know" answer just fouled your mood even more and the food wasn't helping anymore

X then stand up

"Until next time"

He made a salute gesture with his hand and with a snap of his finger his gone

You look at the bag he left and saw more of your favorite meals and snacks.... Some that only your boyfriend knows....

Your mind is mess now and your fouled mood isn't helping you to connect the dots as you just shrug and finish your meal before hitting the bed

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The next morning you manage to convince your manager for a day off and visit your boyfriend after his work, and you where just there laying down on his couch and using his legs as your pillow as one complain and another about X left your mouth

Your boyfriend?

He just chuckle nervously at your barrage of complaints and insults. At least he can visit you at the tower and shower you the same affection even if his not using the same persona your dating

He should have really done something about your growing popularity much more earlier back then....

"Damn X, that fucking obnoxious bastard...."

Your boyfriend just chuckle awkwardly at that remark

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X Civil Persona: 🧍

Reader: 🥰🥰🥰

X Hero Persona: 🧍

Reader: 🤬🖕

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The second part after second GIF was supposed to we a part two in my og acc but I couldn't bother posting these separately in this acc so I just combine them

You can read the second part as a separate one-shot if you want

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I'am to Blame [OG!Nice & Reader]

Can be read either romantic or platonic

OG!Nice, Wreck, GN!Reader

This is written before Nice/Lin Ling story fully conclude/before episode 4

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When Nice and Wreck wanted to become heroes you wholeheartedly supported

Even when the role Wreck was given is to be Nice nemesis to help elevated Nice ranking, you still supported them as long as they want to

Everything was fine for all three of you, until Nice started to act more distance, the constant tired look you see in his face before turning away from you and to the crowd with a wide and reassure smile

Yeah... reassuring...

When Nice had the chance encounter with Moon, neither you or Wreck really phase by it until the public demand grow and the agency Nice work for use this opportunity

Wreck... was a mess at first until your visit to his tower room that you manage to have talk a with Moon and relay what you learn to Wreck which help him calm down but he still seems bother about Moon and Nice relationship status

The hurt look at Wreck eyes and the tired look at Nice eyes

But what can you do to help them without ruining what they build, the most you can do it offer an ear to listen to their worries and give them any helpful advice when asked

"I'll protect everyone smile... Including your's and his"

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You didn't understand at first, but after that last meeting Nice hasn't answered any of your text or calls, Wreck growing desperate for a response even sent out a emails to Nice and even contacted their manager Ms. J

Same as you, no response

And then the True Love Recipe aired, the host? Eye of Truth, Enlighter and thanks to Enlighter abilities Nice laid out his love for Moon in the fullest truth

"Huh?"

At this point you don't know what to think about any of this, it heavily contradict on what you already know

Nice.... his eyes doesn't look tired like before or is it just because your seeing it through a screen?

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The wedding of Nice and Moon was something... You really don't know to comprehend it anymore, you just feel empty, her death doesn't really bother you much given that you and her are basically strangers

But after that you haven't heard from Wreck as well, you knew he was assigned to play as Nice nemesis who would crash the wedding but the way he move is more aggressive and more desperate. You couldn't even blame him taking advantage of the script to question Nice but why haven't you heard from him since

It's happening again, you start to relentlessly texted, called and even emailed those two but all left to being unanswered

And in one last desperate act you contacted their manager and of course Nice was busy but as for Wreck, they didn't answer anything related to him

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You were frustrate beyond belief and it's driving you mad, and Nice words from your last conversation starting to hunt you

It made you a mess, why couldn't Nice answer any reach you made and what exactly happened to Wreck, you doubt that Nice would let Wreck died or accidentally killed him

That's be too much... but the possibility of it...

You were a mess and it took multiple relatives to get you out, dragging as far from that place and dragging you to their vacation they plan

You were greatful for their concern and effort to help, it manage to clear your mind a bit but the tumour of your thoughts

And there you saw

Moon who is much very alive

You rush towards without thinking, your relatives calling out to you. Moon heard the commotion and when she turn her head, she was meet with a desperate friend already manage to grip her wrist

"I won't tell anyone"

You were panting as you try to gather your breath

"Do you know what happened to Nice and Wreck?!"

Moon genuinely caught off guard and felt a pant of guilt for you

Yes being forced to play as Nice girlfriend was awful but unlike her, you have genuine relation with the Real Nice

When you notice your relatives coming closer you loudly called out

"Ah! Don't mind me and enjoy your moment! I'm just catching up with a friend!"

With a cheerful voice it was enough to convince them and have them head back

Now looking back at Moon, she let out sign

"Promise you won't freak out"

"I'll try"

With that Moon lay out all what she knows, the Real Nice suicide and being replaced by someone who resemble him and as for Wreck, all she knows that Wreck fall out the edge during their fight and haven't heard anything about him since

You let out of Moon wrist and thanked her, she look guilty somehow but you reassure her and left

Of course noisy relatives are always a thing so the moment you came back to the cabin you were bombarded by questions and it took you playing dead and straight up collapsing to the ground for them to stop

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"So you and Nice are gone now...."

Your words are more like an empty statement than a question

You couldn't afford to make a proper grave for both of them and even if you could, it may effect and ruined what they have build over the years even what they build is the same thing that took away

You just poured down towards the makeshift tomb with their real name engraved their favorite beer before giving them a short prayer and left

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If you saw how predatory the hero industry was and how it can ruined, even killed them.

Would you have supported their dreams of becoming a Hero?

If you saw Nice tired and resign eyes

If you talked more to Nice about what he said back then

If you comforted Nice instead of turning a blind eye in favor to support his hero endeavour

Would he still took his own life? Where it spiral Wreck which lead to his death

"What's the point of these thoughts....

Their both gone now and I'am to blame..."

OG!Nice P.O.V

Me and Wreck always wanted to be heroes and so we did everything we could and when NAME made a discovery about how heroes gain power, we manage to make a solid lead to path of heroin

Of course getting popular isn't easy, when Wreck suggest to be influencer or content creator NAME shut down does idea, gaining popularity through being an influencer or content creator is hard

And then they gave us an idol business card

"Being idols is faster, yes it's still hard work but it's still faster"

They explain how the agency will manage the advertisement which will help us reach more audience than hoping for people find our content in the internet

Both me and Wreck follow through their advice and even start to practice dancing and singing with NAME help

Their honestly like our manager

"Why I bother??? I'm your friend Wreck! It's natural I want to support you two as best as I can!"

Their really a supportive friend and is honestly concerning sometimes how they neglect themselves in favor to support us

It even reach to the point we're popular enough for Treeman offer a contract and of course I have to learn from someone named Ms. J that NAME made a great presentation with straight to the point facts and benefits for them to reach out a contract

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But Wreck role was to be a villain, a nemesis, my nemesis

Of course NAME was worried and already at it making a bargain when Wreck reassure his fine with it, he even convince me to convince them that the arrangements are fine

How easily they resign and continue to support us

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I was venting my frustrations again to them

They deserve better than this

They deserve to focus on themself instead of worrying and prioritizing me

But I couldn't stop the words that keep vomiting from my mouth and still I have to hold back mention about Wreck

Oh Wreck

He deserves something much better than being my stepping stone

He wanted to be a hero too back he couldn't, he needs to continue playing as my nemesis or else

And if I mentioned this to NAME they will surely do something about it to make it possible

But I know it impossible, impossible without destroying what they both sacrifice for

I have to hold back my tears or else

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Did they notice?

Will they do something about it?

No. Even if they notice, I don't want to destroy what he and they build for me... what they sacrifice for me

All I can do is... I turn away from them, but without mastering my bits of sanity and give the crowd a bright smile

Yeah... bright...

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I have a chance encounter with the Teleportation Hero, Moon

I saved her when she was falling, many saw it and it didn't take long for the public to demand for us to be a couple

And . . .

A couple did we become . . .

She hate it . . . I hate it . . . but what can we do, we sign a contract, the public already acknowledge us a prefect couple and my ranking will be affected if we broke up with no good reason or the truth was reveal

Moon will suffer the consequences as well

Oh how he wants to yell the truth

'Wreck is my friend! Not my nemesis!'

'Moon and I aren't in love! We don't want to be a couple!'

'NAME you should focus more on yourself than worrying and supporting me!'

But he couldn't, without destroying everything they built

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"I'll protect everyone smile

Including your's and his"

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Goodbye

Wreck I hope you can become a hero now without me in the way

Moon I hope you're free and can freely travel to your heart content without me in the way

NAME I hope you can now prioritize yourself and focus on what you want now without me in the way

And...

For you stranger, I'm sorry you have to witness my final moment

I hope this won't hunt you for the rest of your life

Goodbye and I hope for you all freedom

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OG!Nice & Me(currently):

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What happen to my main acc?!😭

I couldn't open it & I try to re log-in so many times but fail

I found a blog that reblog my recent post & it wouldn't open/visit my blog! Even the fic I made wasn't present in tags like tbhxxreader & afkjourneyxreader

My main acc acted up when I try to post my thoughts on TBHX recent episode

I'm glad more of fic is save in my phone or cross-post on Wattpad but damn some weren't and is really disheartening losing my works like that

Try to rename this blog using my main blog name but......

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Oh, how you’d changed him

Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: how you’d changed Tom and his life for the better, and how ridiculous his previous plans seemed after that.

Tom had carefully planned out his world domination, created his alias Lord Voldemort and the horrors that would go with him. He decided that he would single-handedly take over the wizarding world by any means necessary and reek havoc amongst the weaklings that surrounded him. This; a plan he had created since he was merely a boy, determined to return what this cruel world had forced upon him - sorrow and pain.

Until he met you. To Tom, you were like a breath of fresh air, an unbeatable presence with bright and hopeful features that offered a sense of peace in his life. You had been acquaintances since first year, however had become more familiar in sixth-year potions, just as he was plotting his first horcruxes along with the basallisk attack, you had been assigned as station-partners in the early September of that year.

When your names had been read Tom quirked a brow, however was not disappointed with the testily - having duly noted your previous achievements in the subject and feeling as though you could come in handy later down the line when his domination was more of a priority than his studies, but his world came crashing down when you turned in your seat to examine him.

Tom was lead to believe that he was incapable of love. A monotone psychopathic freak lacking human emotions, yet obtaining alien abilities. It when your eyes looked him over and your hair swayed behind your shoulders, he was unable to ignore the way his heartbeat quickened and breath faltered, in Tom’s eyes you were unfathomably gorgeous and he was unable to look away, a Medusa incapable of stoning her victims.

You held your hand out calmly and he admired the way your posture was straight and head held in a confident stature. “Y/n,” you said, lips soft and plump and voice soothing and gentle. “Tom,” he replied, voice failing him as he fumbled over his words with a stutter - something having never happened to him previously. You giggled at his mistake and he found himself enjoying the sound, instinctively making it his mission to hear it once more, unable to stop the smile appearing on his lips.

Tom also appreciated your knack for perfection. Your potions never failed to exceed beyond perfection and your applause was always deserved, taken with a humble nod to your peers before you set out defying the next odds in your path.

Naturally, Tom began to gravitate towards you outside of lectures, also. He’d find himself on the path to walk you to class or accompany you to the dinner table, or beside you in the library studying beyond the librarian’s patience and working hours. Tom found comfort in your presence and allowed himself to indulge regardless of what ‘Lord Voldemort’ told him to do.

Eventually, he’d offered his arm to stroll down with you to Hogsmeade on a chilly autum day, a few weeks before Christmas celebrations would commence and the winter solstice would turn the Scottish highlands surrounding you into an awe-worthy winter wonderland. “May I accompany you to Hogsmeade?” Tom asked with a small smile, holding his arm out to you while you friends giggled and pushed you towards him. You’d laughed with him as you threaded your forearm alongside his, joining you both at the hip while you replied: “yes, you may Tommy.”

Strangely, he never felt any kind of resentment to any nickname you’d give him other than his name. He welcomed your names with open arms and answered to nearly any plausible noun that passed his lips. He even bought you butterbeer to warm your frostbitten lips, sipping simultaneously while the barmaid offered a few obvious knowing glances.

You shivered as you walked on, the many layers you had adorned on top of your skin no match for the ever-growing cold attacking Hogwarts and found yourself struggling with chattering teeth. Tom immediately removed his long coat and wrapped it around you, admiring both the chivalry of his actions and the satisfied smile on your face when your body temperature started to rise. “No, no, Tom. You’ll get cold.” You said, a reluctant whine passing your lips to which he shrugged. With anyone else, he would’ve let you freeze to death, but not you. He would die for you, freeze to death if you will. “I’m fine, I’m more concerned about getting you back to the castle without hypothermia.” He says with a small chuckle, pulling you into his side by the waist. “I guess you aren’t so cold-hearted as you make yourself out to be, Tom Riddle.” He looks down at you and considers your words for a few seconds.

“You confuse me, y/n. I’ve never felt so warm and gleeful around a person yet you never fail to bring a smile to my face. Teach me how to do that.” I instructs but you shake your head no gently. “I cannot do that simply due to the face that you do it to me, also.” You reply, each exchanging knowing glances between each others eyes and lips. He leans down and traps your lips with his own, warming your body through a simple yet sophisticated gesture and from that day forward you were referred to as his girlfriend.

Of course, however he had also come clean about his upbringing and eventually the chamber and the basilisk. He had told you he was conceived under the influence of a love spell and believed that he was incapable of loving until he had met you. You laid on his bed as you talked; his head on your chest while you weaved your fingers thought his chestnut locks and listened to him. “I read a while back now about a recently investigated muggle issue called autism and it has occurred to me that you’re not incapable of love, you have asbergers Tom. I’ll read the passage to you later.” And all of a sudden all of his unjustified emotions and troubles made sense and he could finally find an unknowingly lost sense of peace within himself knowing what truly made him into the Tom Riddle he was.

When he took you into the chamber he’d told you all about his plan for domination and his large magical snake and how he had a few followers and you never judged him once. If anything you thought it was impressive that he yearned for revenge instead of acceptance but reasoned that perhaps an oversized snake and a killing spree were not the solutions he was searching for. The basilisk lived shrunken to normal size in a glass cage beside his bed after that.

And as the time went by and your relationship flourished, Voldemort seemed more like a past phase than a goal and was more focused on the life he going to create with you. He called his ‘followers’ pathetic and told them to get a life when they questioned his authority over their devotion.

Eventually, it came time for you to graduate and Tom’s hand was tightly clasped in your own as you looked at the castle for a final time. You were silent, acknowledging the end of this era and slowly coming to terms with it. After a while, Tom scoffed. “World domination.” He said with a smile shaking his head. “Who’s ever heard of such a thing?” He turned and picked up your bags along with his own. “Ready to go, darling?”

The two of you had shared your own compartment on the train ride home, others finding their own cubbies as Tom scared them off from sitting with you. Your head was rested on his shoulder as he read a muggle book to you that you had bought the previous summer ‘the great gatsby’. It was a deep and considerate book and made you think about your future, also.

“What’re we going to do now?” You ask out of the blue, interrupting his sentence as he simply closes his book and looks down at you, your face deep in thought. “Well,” he hummed, thinking for a moment. “We’ve booked that cottage in the Peak District for a few weeks, how about we think it all out then?” And you nod. “Sounds like a plan then.”

The next few weeks were spent waking together in the high peaks of the muggle countryside, simply talking and appreciating one another’s company and plotting your lives.

“Is it bad that I want to stay here forever?” You ask him, looking out at the sunsetting one warm winter evening. Tom thinks thoughtfully before saying “if it is then it’s bad that I want to stay here too.” As a pureblood witch you were born under the believe that muggle life was pointless and undeserving, and as had Tom - but together you realised you preferred the quiet and solitary, and not needing to use magic to do everything all of the time. It was a change. And it was nice.

One morning mid-august Tom was reading the newspaper and you were making you both toast. “Someone’s selling the property up the street.” He says and you sip on your drink and look out of the window. “What? The old farmhouse.” “No, the one with the long drive and vines up the side.” You sigh dreamily. “Oh, if only.” You say with a chuckle. “Darling we can afford it.” Tom says and you stay in silence for a moment, sharing the thoughts weaving through your minds. “It wouldn’t take up a large chunk of our savings.” He drops his reading glasses to the end of his nose and smirks. “We’re rich in muggle terms.” You laugh and shake your head at him. “You’re so humble, Riddle.” He stands up and slides his hands around your waist to hold you close as you share the view of the house in question. “We’re buying it.” He spoke after a while, finalising his decision. “What happened to the ‘I hate muggles and never want to be amongst them’?” You ask, turning to him with a cocked brow. He just shrugs. “They were Voldemort’s views. Not mine.”

Matter several months going back and forth with the previous owners and settling on an asking price, you were standing in front of the house- your house, beside tom, exactly how you had when you were leaving Hogwarts. “This is our house.” You say, not taking your eyes off of the scenic view before you. Tom takes you into his side and rubs your arm comfortingly before kissing your temple. “Our home.”

Tom became an Auror, acting as an undercover wizard in the muggle setting catching and reporting any source of dark or unrightfully used magic. You took up being a healer, training in the wizarding world but practising in your home village, being known as a respectable young doctor who all the elderly or adjacent citizens resided in to get treatment - and anything you gave them always worked.

It was a spring morning when you were down at the bakery picking up a loaf of bread for your dinners. “How’s that fella of yours?” The lady asked with a smirk. “Oh Tom’s fine, just left for work.” “Popped the question yet?” The old woman asks, elbowing you slightly. “We’re only twenty Agatha!” You say with a laugh. “Well, Arthur and I were married when we were nineteen.” She crossed her arms. “I thought you were telling me how much you hated him?” You laugh. “Oh he gets on my wire, but we were still married!”

That left you with the thought in your mind for the remainder of the day - you’d decided that Tom Riddle was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and then some.

In February you both took a trip down to the Lake District and rented a boat house with a large lake, your jobs and ‘trust funds’ inherited from family members allowed you to do this rather frequently and easily, nothing out of the ordinary to take a trip for a long weekend.

It was at sunset, rather early due to daylight saving hours when you rowed out onto the lake to just sit in tranquility for a little while, appreciating the quiet time together. You’d rose to your feet, sure that you had seen an owl fly by and when you turned around, Tom was on one knee, box in hand. In the box, the ring of Salazar Slytherin himself with a bunch of roses in the other.

“Agatha told me today is Cupid’s holiday.” He say, voice just beyond a whisper as a smile grew on your face and tears formed. “You know, until I was sixteen I was asphyxiated with the idea of taking over the world, finding a victim to take the pain that I felt. But those silly little thoughts were gone when I met you, the only person I live and breathe for. I never thought I could, however I love you, yn ln. And it would do me great honour if you would be my wife.”

You’d kissed and hugged him and wept into his shoulder as you happily embraced - ready to start the rest of your lives together. There were no other young women in the village and your parents had practically alienated you when you went to live with muggles so the ladies who attended your doctors practise took you shopping for your wedding dress - Tom insisted on paying.

Dolly was brutally honest and Susan started crying, Agatha kissed you and called you her daughter and it was certainly a day to remember - a gorgeous fitting dress, white and highlighting your features gracefully.

You’d gotten married in the village church, an audience of your neighbours and close friends and a few companions from school, Agatha was your maid of honour and Greta your flower girl, gleaming smile on her face while her husband rolled her down the isle in her wheelchair while she sassily threw rose petals. And Dumbledore was sat in the front row, a smart suit on while he smiled at the man the little evil boy turned out to be, and the gorgeous woman you had flourished into.

It was a beautiful ceremony and a beautiful day. And you were now the beautiful yn Riddle.

In September, Abraxas Malfoy and his wife wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary and asked if they would drop their son, Lucius off for the week so they could go away. You and Tom decided to take the week off work and look after him, after all, the young lad needed to be accustomed to his god parents!

One evening Lucius had pleaded with you to go sit in the garden and paint together and of course you complied, taking the supplied and the young boy on your hip, and headed for the grass to make a mess. And make a mess you did, there was red in your hair and blue on his white libel shirt, and hardly anything on the page. Tom watched from the window sipping on a cup of tea, watching as you interacted with the young boy so naturally, tickling his stomach and laughing as you played hidey-boo. It created an odd twang in his stomach, the same he had felt when he had first laid eyes on you.

One day when the boy had been reunited with his parents, Tom had been sent on a mission to retrieve an escaped boggart. During his time at Hogwarts, his biggest was recognisably his own dead corpse, but when he approached the creature, it’s form was your grave with him sat looking deathly ill beside it weeping. Your headstone read ‘a loving wife and doctor, no children’ his stomach dropped when he realised what he needed. What he needed right now.

He got home that night and held you close and cried, feeling you warm and full of life. You caressed his shaking body as you soothes him, and when he had calmed he had taken your face into his hands and cradled it, telling you suddenly “yn I want a baby.”

Throughout your pregnancy, Tom was tender and reluctant to let you move without him being beside you. He became more protective than he already was an even took an extended paternity leave just before your due date.

Prior to that however, he worshiped you like a goddess. He would make you decaf tea - something you grumbled about but he refused to listen. He stopped smoking his pipe inside the house, instead taking it to the end of the garden while he and Mr Garson next door chatted about his wife and you. He made you lay on the settee and sat on the floor beside your growing stomach while he read old wives tales from a book inherited from his mother. He even sang to it once or twice. After the sixth month mark when your belly was becoming noticeably plump to the point you could rest your tea cup upon it without it falling off, he began carrying you everywhere. Regardless of how far the distance, and the fact you were carrying another human, he acted as though you were a feather that needed assistance and carried you the way he did on your wedding night.

When you took your own maternity leave, he was even more pleased - before he’d sit beside you in your doctors office and never took his eyes off of you, now he needn’t a reason to why. In his eyes, his love was pregnant and needed tending too. He’d shower with you and lift your stomach until he saw the face of satisfaction he knew well and loved. And he’d be lying if he said the breasts you were growing didn’t make his mouth water, as well as the fact there was a possibility that he could impregnate a pregnant woman - a thought that drove him wild but alas after many attempts, it was eventually an unsuccessful mission.

And in the next July, Tom was sweating as he held your hand and felt a great pain as you cried in agony beside him. You were in a muggle hospital, Agatha had awoken in the middle of the night and heard your pained cries and ordered her husband, Mr Garson to drive you to the hospital which he did, adjusting his thick-lenses on his glasses and having to be awoken a few times at the wheel from Tom’s furious barks, but you made it on one piece, and at quarter to ten, you produced him a son, deciding on naming him Mattheo Riddle.

After giving him a bath, the midwife’s tried to take him away ‘give you a break’, but you refused. Groggily saying “I’ve only had him ten minutes why would I need a break.” And Tom soon shooed them off, getting into the bed beside you and holding your son skin-to-skin as he slept on his fathers chest, and you on his shoulder. When you drifted off he kissed the top of your head gently and whispered sweetly “well done, mummy.”

Tom was determined to be the father he didn’t have. And a good one at that.

Mr and Mrs Garson cried when you asked them to be the godparents, you would’ve appointed the role to everyone in this village if you could - your own little family larger than it seemed.

The newborn stage went by awefully fast and you and Tom self with every hurdle and hiccup together, all the nappies and sick, and the 3AM walks when baby Matty would not settle. It was gone and soon you had a walking talking toddler of whom you were both awfully proud of.

The chilly autumnal eves suddenly turned into even colder winter morns, Christmas was making its rounds in the muggle world and you and Tom had became accustomed to it. You decorated the tree, hung candles, sung carols, gave presents and ate specialty meals on the 25th. Tom sat in his armchair, Mattheo on lap, reading glasses down to the end of his nose as he read A Christmas Carol to him.

You were making dinner, Mince Pie was on the menu that night in particular, and you smiled as you notice the snow falling. You wiped your hands and leant against the doorframe watching your two boys in awe, just memorising the picture for a moment. “Are you alright, my love?” Tom asked, smiling up at you. “Just admiring the picture.” You say, mirroring his grin. Then you turn to your son. “I’m awfully sorry to interrupt, master Riddle. However, so I do believe it is snowing.” He gasped dramatically when he heard the news. “Snow! But we’re reading! But snow!” You both laugh at his dilemma then suggest “how about we eat dinner, then we’ll read out in the snow and make a snowman.” The young boy squeals in delight and runs to the dining room to eat, sitting ever so patiently yet with an impatient smile on those cheeky lips.

That evening you built a snowman, read the last part of the book, and put your son peacefully to sleep in his bed after singing ‘Silent Night’ to him. You and Tom basked in the sight for a moment, just taking in the calmness of the setting.

And as Tom looked down at you, he thought of how you’d changed him.

*scoff* Lord Voldemort, who’d ever heard of anything so ridiculous?

[reverie-tala]

Bloody Moon [Bram Stoker x f!Reader]

Minors DNI

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A/N: f!reader, mention of female genitals, smut, mentions of blood, Bram has his body

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The entire settlement bypasses the old estate, which is only miraculously not called a castle. Various rumors circulate about that place, supposedly its owner is cursed. You used to hear from the locals that the owner of the estate is a servant of the Devil, or is one himself. But you weren’t interested in the tales of frightened villagers. You were more interested in the opportunity to gain knowledge of healing in order to help people, and not to pretend.

And that’s why you’re here, making your way through the overgrown path to the estate late at night. You are not afraid of dry bushes and dead trees that cast evil shadows on the ground under the moonlight, you are not afraid of howling wolves somewhere in the distance. The nature of these lands seemed to have died long ago.

The estate welcomes you with a dead garden. It died a long time ago. Flowers died, if there were shrubs, they either turned into a pile of stabbing dry branches, or were so ugly that you can’t look at them without tears. In the center of this garden there is a large fountain with a decoration in the form of three girls holding jugs. You don’t know how long he hasn’t worked, however, you don’t ask yourself this question. You knock on the door. All this time, you have a strong feeling that you are being watched. Maybe that’s how it is?

The heavy oak door opens on its own. At your own risk, you go inside, frantically look around to be sure for sure: you are alone. Most of the furniture is covered with white bedspreads, dust settles on the railings and window frames, in some places you can see cobwebs in the corners. This estate has been abandoned for a long time. Clearly no one has lived here for years. At least it creates that impression. “And why is everyone afraid of it?” You wonder at some point, and strange noises somewhere nearby distract you. As if someone is approaching. Frightened, you pull out a knife, but you hear laughter in response.

“And what do you hope for when you decide to use it against me?” The voice is deep, rough with a clear mockery of you and the whole situation. To a stranger you seem ridiculous in an attempt to protect your life. “Why did you disturb me?”

You look around, slowly moving forward towards the massive staircase leading to the second floor. Fear grips your entire body, causing every nerve ending to tense up. Each muscle is like a spring. The instinct of self-preservation is calling you to run as far as possible from this damned place, but you have come such a long way that you simply cannot return back with nothing. It is the only smoldering flame of courage in your chest. You have a clear goal with which you came to this estate, and you clearly do not intend to deviate from your original plan.

Your attempts in the twilight to find something or someone who addresses you are futile. And this only amuses the one who is watching you from the shadows even more. The way you cling to your life, the way you desperately try to see the source of the voice in the twilight. This someone could watch you for hours.

“But you should probably be commended for your bravery. Ignore the locals’ warnings and come here… You’re either too brave or too damn stupid. Haven’t you been warned about who is the owner of this place?” You swallowed hard. Only one thing reassured you for sure: what you do not see, at least a human voice, is something that thinks, accordingly, not relying solely on animal instincts. With this “something” you can make a deal. After all, can you?

“Don’t you think that when guests come to you, you need to at least go out to them. I’m not talking about how to find out if you need help?” You are ready to almost curse yourself for those words. Who asked you to open your mouth, and even more so to talk back the obvious owner of these places? “There are a lot of conversations about you. What I just did not hear on the way here. even it was said that the devil himself lives here.”

Right behind you, you hear laughter, angry and a little judgmental. Icy hands, like those of a dead man, rest on your shoulders, and all your imaginary courage leaves your body at once, as if by a wave of your hand. The desire to run overcomes its own limits, but your legs do not obey you, you cannot even take a step forward, let alone escape. The owner of the estate is amused by such a reaction.

You slowly turn around, your heart literally swells with fear, pressing on your lungs and making it difficult to breathe fully. Before you stands a man in a black cloak. His pale, almost porcelain skin reflects the moonlight that enters the hall despite the slightly dirty window. The owner of the estate is dressed in a long black cloak, from under which a high standing collar of a white shirt sticks out. His eyes don’t have a vital luster. He carefully study your features, glare into your eyes. And you understand that your miserable life will end in the estate. You’ll not become a doctor in your small town, you’ll not be able to save other people’s lives. You’ll just die here in the clutches of this creature. However, his impossibly long blond hair grabs your attention.

“More than daylight and noise around, I hate impudent people like you. But your courage amazes me. Tell me, child, what’s your wish? Do you really want to spend your whole life learning how to save people? What’s the point?” The gaze of the scarlet eyes rushes to the blade of the knife that you hold in your trembling hands. It seems to you that if you were not killed in the first seconds, you were just lucky, or he’s playing with you.

“I was told that there is someone in this estate who can teach me the art of healing. They said that there is an incalculable treasure, an incredible amount of knowledge that will help humanity move forward and not die with a slight cough.” You seemed to be waiting for this question, because the fire of courage in your chest flares up with renewed vigor, driving out fear. You are confident in your aspirations, and now you are definitely not going to leave the intended path. “Please teach me. Share your knowledge. In return, I will do anything for you.”

The desire to learn, to learn something new attracts him. That is why the man’s features soften, and he leads you along. The library on his estate was covered in dust. There is not a single book in it that the owner would not read, because they are all boring to him. But seeing genuine admiration and delight in your eyes, it seems that the one who is branded the Devil in the flesh is tingling somewhere deep, between the ribs, where the heart once beat. Years of loneliness in the estate make themselves felt, it is unusual for a man that someone is wandering in his library again, looking at the spines of books with interest, going through the letters with their fingertips, leaving their warmth and smell on them. Oh, you still don’t fully understand who you’re messing with. However, this thought does not occur to you.

“May I know your name, sir?” In the meantime, you are interested, taking out the book you need, as it seems to you. You’re not even afraid of the sudden appearance of the owner of the estate behind your back, ‘cause you are too keen on studying everything that catches your eye. Botany, medicinal properties of plants, tinctures making, chemistry. So much to learn, read and find out. The man himself does not notice how the smile touches his dry lips. It’s so interesting to watch you fussy, that he even forgets about your impudence in the first minutes of your meeting.

“Count Bram Stoker,” comes the reply. His scarlet eyes do not leave you for a second, while you study every page of the book you have taken with genuine interest. The question flickers in his thoughts: “Is there really such mortals in this world?” If it wasn’t for your impudence, Stoker would have thought you were perfect.

A man forbids you to take books with you. Instead, he offers you one of the bedrooms on the second floor. At first, you shyly refuse, believing that it is not worthwhile to embarrass the owner of these places, which leads Bram to complete confusion. Almost from the threshold you showed a lively and impudent disposition, and now it’s like a different person in front of him. And yet you have to agree. Your long and difficult journey to this estate has exhausted you more than you thought.

“However, I should warn you in advance. Don’t go to the neighboring wing, otherwise even I, as the owner of this estate, will not guarantee your survival here.” Sounds ominous, but you agree to the terms with a quick glance at the door that leads to the next wing.

Your guest room is large. You could say that your whole house will fit in it. Carved canopy bed to the ceiling, large wardrobe and chest of drawers next to it, dressing table. On both sides of the bed there are bedside tables and a screen next to the wardrobe. Surprisingly, there is no mirror in the room, and the makeup table, which should have one, only has a frame. The mirror seemed to have been deliberately pulled out of there, or broken. You don’t ask too many questions, you just thank Bram for his hospitality. Does the monster live on the estate, as they say?

You start to notice strange things after a while. The landlord often draws the curtains, doesn’t eat with you, and only occasionally keeps you company while you chat about everything. You tell him about how things are outside the small town where he lives, what you saw while getting to his place. And Bram was listening to your monologues with interest.

“Mr. Stoker, may I inquire? - You’re getting his attention. In the candlelight, his scarlet eyes gleam. They reflect a strange interest in you, not in your stories, not in what you saw, but precisely in your every gesture. It’s like Bram is trying to devour you with just a look. It’s getting uncomfortable. “Why aren’t you joining the meal?”

The man sighs, his parched lips stretching into a strange, wry smile, as if he’s trying to hide something from you. It sends chills down your spine. Dislike of daylight, lack of mirrors, strange hissing in his way of speaking. And this is far from the whole list of what you have noticed and continue to notice.

“You shouldn’t worry about me. I already dined earlier,” does not sound very convincing, but you do not ask any more questions. In the end, the piercing gaze of blood-red eyes urges you to finish your meal, as if to say: “The food is getting cold.”

Oddity can also be called the complete absence of any servants. There are no butlers or maids on the estate, no cooks or gardeners either. And this is in addition to the door that leads to the neighboring wing. Apparently, it is tightly locked, and for some reason the instinct of self-preservation relentlessly insists that you should not even try to look for the key. However, you are not going to do it anyway.

“Last question, Mr. Stoker. Don’t take it as impudence, but I want to ask you: are you married?” And then the devil pulled you to ask this very question. But you’re really interested in his marital status. The answer seems obvious, but you can’t take back the words. Bram frowns, rises from his seat and begins to pace thoughtfully next to a dusty fireplace, the ashes from which no one has raked out for a long time. Above the fireplace hangs a portrait.

And only looking closer you understand: it depicts the owner of the estate with a young woman. They look happy and in love. It makes you uncomfortable to know that you are most likely making Stoker remember the past, the traumatic past.

“She died three years ago,” the man sighs and looks up at the portrait, as if he has managed to follow your gaze. Appetite completely repulses because of the sucking feeling of sadness and longing. Of course, you don’t know this girl personally, but Bram’s grief seems to be transmitted to you. It fills the entire room, forcing out all the air. Approaching the man carefully, you look at him, then at the portrait. The look of the owner of the estate returns to you. “You look so much like her. Could this be fate?”

You never believed in the transmigration of souls, because you always thought it was something on the verge of mysticism and unreal. However, this time, looking a man eye to eye, you are ready to believe anything. And all his oddities that you notice for an extended amount of time disappear from your mind. You are literally drawn to Stoker, and he doesn’t even try to push you away. Instead, he lets you touch his icy cheeks with symmetrical scars on either side. Its coldness doesn’t bother you at all, instead you just breathe out:

“You’re so cold, Mr. Stoker. Let me warm you up.”

You reach for his lips, and the man still doesn’t push you away, allowing you to touch his dry lips. A careful touch makes him close his eyes, clasp your waist with icy, like a dead man’s hands, press you a little closer. In the dining room where you are, it is as if a vacuum is formed in which nothing is heard, and only in your ears you hear the beating of your heart.

It’s amazing how quickly things change around. A moment ago you were standing by the fireplace in the dining room, and now you are surrounded by a guest room in which you sleep. And while graceful hands with long, thin fingers free you from the shackles of clothes, you reach for the buttons on Bram’s vest. His lips never leave your warm skin for a second. Every part of your body that opens up is covered in kisses, soft and pleasant. The man silently asks, “Are you ready?” For him, this moment is an opportunity to escape from the loneliness that lives side by side with him for God knows how long. You are his chance to feel not alone again.

There is less and less clothes on your bodies. Kisses on your skin fan the flames in your chest, your blood feels hot like magma coursing through your veins. You bashfully cover your body with your hands, but Bram carefully takes your wrists and spreads his arms to the sides. His scarlet eyes, like rubies in the snow, burn out in your memory your well-made girlish figure.

“You are beautiful, my love,” comes out of his lips more involuntarily than consciously, but he does not think of correcting himself somehow. And that only makes it more embarrassing. The white sheets embrace you as Stoker continues to cover your skin with kisses. Having taken off your underwear, the man, to his surprise, finds that you are already wet enough to take at least one of his fingers into you. Not to mention that you are clearly untouched by anyone. “Are you ready?”

He waits for a rejection so he can just stop and pretend it never happened. He wants to suppress the growing thirst, although he understands that for you the current one everything will end on this snow-white bed. The thirst that Bram so desperately wants to quench lies in your blood, in its alluring scent, in the warmth of your body and your curiosity. Appearing impudent to him from the doorway, you charmed him afterwards. And now he won’t be able to let you go so easily, his inky heart won’t be able to survive this.

To his dismay, you agree. And his thirst is joined by the desire to get all of you, to make you his forever. His finger has a hard time getting inside your pussy. You’re wet, tight and warm that Stoker almost groans, anticipating how he will stuffed you completely, replacing his finger with his cock. The man moves it carefully, watching each change of your emotional spectrum with his eyes shining in the twilight. You bewitch him like a real witch. And as soon as your first moan breaks from your lips, Bram has to make every effort to restrain himself and frankly animal desires.

A second one joins the finger inside you. For the owner of the estate to work you like this, seeing you thrash around in his hands is real torture. Your rapid breathing, interrupted by moans, the way you bite your lips and tremble. Stoker is ready to die and be reborn for this moment. He asked you for the last time the question of your readiness to take him inside you, he still hopes to hear a refusal. But you nod, and he has no other choice but to follow you into the pool of pleasure.

He enters your pussy slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Surprisingly, you don’t feel any pain. It’s warm inside you, the walls wrap around his cock tightly, almost not allowing him to move inside you. And only when Stoker enters you completely, looking deeply into your eyes, he kissed your lips. In this position, you spend some time before your body relaxes underneath him, the walls no longer wrap around his cock so much, and he can move more or less freely.

Bram’s movements inside you are slow, smooth, but deep. The man revels in your quiet moans and sighs. You grab his shoulders, arch your back, changing the angle of entry, but you only ask for one thing: “Don’t stop.” And it removes all restrictions from the owner of the estate, which begins to pick up the pace, leaning over the crook of your neck. The heat of your body, the intensified scent of blood beckons him, and who is he to deny himself pleasure.

Your blood is hot, filling his mouth and throat, dripping with rare drops on the white sheets under your especially loud moan. Stoker moves inside you faster now, bringing you to orgasm with more than just the feel of the fangs in your neck. And you can only remotely hear how he moans with you, cumming inside.

That night, the moon turned red.