#i wrote this at 3 am and didn't sleep until almost 6 am god help me

[galaxyofender]

It was just another night watch around Dogwarts, just like any other one, when Ren realized something about himself.

He was not a man, nor had he ever been. Not that he ever complained when his fellow hermits talked of him in a masculine manner, it wasn't like he or the hermits knew anything else. But under the glow of the moon and the chilling winter air, the truth was clear to Ren, now that he looked at it. A woman, that is what the Red King was.

She knew it, perhaps always did and just never dared to think much of it, and she knew the hermits would take her and her newfound truth with open arms, yet… Oh, her Hand was the issue. Her Hand, who she held dear to her heart, she didn't know how to tell him. Ren knew well, her Hand loved and cared about her as much as she did back, and despised the thought of changing it. She couldn't bear it, the thought of Martyn changing the way he treated her, or even abandoning her in the worst case.

But, she knew Martyn was anything but stupid, he would realize it eventually. He'd take it well, Ren hoped. Like mentioned before, Martyn loved her deeply, knew his… King? Queen? Uh, That is something to be thought about later– The point was, he knew his leader like the back of his own hand. Too well, perhaps, Ren wouldn't be surprised if her Hand had figured it out before she had.

But for now, she'd keep it a secret from him. She couldn't tell Martyn the truth, at least not yet.

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Martyn offered to Ren to sleep in a same bed, saying they both could use the rest and knowing their iron guardians and villagers would alert them should something attack. She –who had not had a truly restful sleep since the night her head got chopped off by Martyn, haunted by nightmares of her own blood and the sheer horror in her Hand's voice each time she dared close her eyes for any considerable period of time– accepted the offer without a second thought.

To be telling the truth, the bed was a tad too small for two grown adults, but Martyn insisted and Ren couldn't say no to him. So here they both were, with Ren resting her head on Martyn's chest, feeling the steady heartbeat underneath her ear. He played with her hair, running his hand in its long brown, trying to get his liege to rest. Martyn's other hand was intertwined with Ren's clawed one.

"Is there something wrong, m'lord?" Martyn asked, being able to tell something was off with Ren. Somehow, the title stung now, even after hearing it out of his mouth more than a hundred times by now.

"It's all well, my Hand, do not worry about your liege, I promise." She said, a lie and somewhat of an affirmation to herself, but even she didn't believe it.

"Ren, I can tell something is wrong. You can tell me." Martyn gently squeezed her hand, almost a reassurance in its own way.

"It's fine, dude, don't worry about me," Ren replied gently.

"Your ears, Ren."

"What about them?"

"They're droopy." Martyn's hand let go of Ren's hair, now reaching for soft dog ears, flat against her head. "You can trust me, just… Please, tell me."

Ren doubted. Martyn knew her too well, any lies would immediately be caught, however… Maybe the earlier it was said, the easier it'd be. "Martyn, your King is not a king at all." Was all that she said, knowing he would understand her words.

"But you are still–" Martyn cut himself off, realizing what Ren's words may have meant. Somehow, it just explained how strangely avoidant she had been acting the past few days. "Oh. Oh."

"Yeah," Ren laughed.

"So… my Lady now, then? Is that what you meant?"

She nods. "I'm… I'm your Queen now." Ren could not have ever felt freer than when those words left her mouth.

"Mine all the same," Martyn smiles. It was the truth, Martyn did belong with Ren as much as Ren belonged with him. "Still Ren or some other name?"

"I– I did not think of that, my dude. Ren will do for the time being, I do think."

"Ren, my Queen." Martyn added, fondly. "I like how that sounds."

"I do too," Ren yawns, the time of night hitting her now. She makes herself comfortable in Martyn's arms. What to do about her own appearance, if she even wanted to change it at all, and how to tell the rest of the server, that’d be a problem for tomorrow.

“Goodnight, my Lady. Rest well.” Was the last thing Ren heard, before sleep turned everything a pleasant quiet and dark.

[thirstybitchs]

Finally

Summary: You get your moment with Matt.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, swearing, pet names, fingering, Unprotected sex, semi-public.

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s note: I wrote this on a whim and god I hope it's good!!!

Reblogs and Feedback are greatly appreciated and highly encouraged.

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“Foggy, that’s a ridiculous idea”

“Oh, come on, Matty! I’ll do it for you.”

“Karen, help me out here? Please?”

“I actually agree with Foggy. I think it’s great”

“You’re both insane. I am not getting an online dating profile.”

“Sucks, I've already started making it for you.”

“Foggy!��

That is what started the most incredible 6 months of his life. You had matched a few days after Foggy created the app for him, and you had taken to voice memos, and phone calls through all times of the day. There were even nights you would listen to him fall asleep  while you read to him.

You hadn't said a thing, about your feelings, for the first 3 months. Then one day, when you thought he was asleep, and not listening, you whispered.

“I think I'm falling in love with you.” your breath hitched in the silence, and as you reached to disconnect the call for the night, his voice, though raspy from being sleepy, came through clear as day.

“I am in love with you” there’s a moment of silence, on both of you again. “Goodnight.” he adds, and then he ends the call, content in the admission.

You didn't sleep a wink. You just lay there with that stupid smile plastered across your face.

That night is what was playing through your mind now, another 3 months later, as you sat in your seat, seeing the city come into view below you. The plane started its descent to the runway, and Your heart was pounding in your chest. It was happening. You were so close to seeing him for the first time. The two and a half hour flight had seen you nauseous, tense, and light headed. But you were crashing down now, your heart in your throat, and your hands fidgety. The wheels  bump the ground, and you take a deep breath. It was time.

Matt had made his way to the gate you were going to come through.  He had worn his best suit, bought flowers, and what he hoped were chocolates, and not extremely well wrapped dog treats..again.  His hands were trembling.

The second he caught a whiff of the perfume he had sent you, his whole body just..rebooted. Had to take a step to the side to make sure his knees wouldn't just give out. He listened to the sets of footsteps, and waited until he heard the slow, nervous ones headed right to him. And the smell of your perfume was stronger, and he held his hand in your direction.

“Matthew…” You breathe, sliding your hand into his, and the touch is electric. A shock almost runs through both of you, and he pulls you closer, letting go of your hand to grab your hip instead, the package and flowers hitting the floor as he wrapped his other arm around you too.

Your name runs from his lips to your ear, and it's almost heavenly. You both take a split second before your lips are connected. It’s a nervous kiss, for a moment, before you both relax, and it becomes a heated, desperate kiss. Matt drops his gentleman facade for a moment, and his hands travel down, and around your rear. He doesn't care if people are near. He squeezes your ass, pulling you up ever so lightly. He pulls away, and you rest your forehead against his, taking a few deep breaths.

“I brought you flowers.” he breathes out a chuckle, and bends over to pick everything up, handing the flowers and chocolates

“I love them, thank you.” You hold the flowers to you, and take a big breath, the smell sending sparks to your heart. You hadn't felt so alive in ages.

Matt insists on pulling your suitcase behind him, as you guide him towards the exit. However, before you can get there, Matt's body stiffens, and he uses that to push you towards the bathroom. You are unexpectant, but when he opens the door, instead of letting you wait outside, he pauses, and then pushes you in front of him, and locks the door behind the both of you.

“Matty?”

“I can't wait until we get back to mine, I have to have you now.” He says, taking the flowers and chocolate and setting them on the counter.

“What?”

His lips are on yours again, and you’re melting, your hands resting on his shoulders. His hands  trail down your back, this time past the hem of your dress, and back up, squeezing the plump flesh of your ass.  A sigh leaves your lips, as his fingers dig in. You whine softly,  and he presses you into the wall, his kisses trailing across your jaw, and to your neck. He leaves hot, needy kisses over your throat, stopping when your breath would hitch to suck a purple mark into place of his lips, before continuing.

“Matt..” You sigh, one hand finding the nape of his neck, threading against the baby hairs on the base of it.

“Yes, m’love?” he mumbles into the nape of your neck.

“More.”

“More?” he smirks against your neck.

“More.” you confirm.

You don't have to ask him twice. One hand leaves your ass, and hikes your dress, fingers sliding into the front of your thong, and under the band of it. Your breath gathers in your throat, and you shift your leg, as his fingertips brush your clit, sending a shockwave through your body, which lands right back in your core, flooding his hand.

Matt chuckles deeply as he feels your soaked core. “Looks like you need me just as bad, sweetheart.” he coos, running his fingers along your slick folds, dipping inside of you gently.  You can't help but let out the softest little moan as he thrusts his fingers inside of you, dragging his palm against your clit.

You feel the familiar heat run to the bottom of your belly, and your eyes flutter shut. Matt continues in his motions for a moment, before pulling his fingers from your core. You whine at the feeling of him leaving you, but just as quickly moan at the sight of him licking your wetness from his fingers. Shit.

Matt moans as you hook a leg around his hips and grind, and his other hand leaves your ass. He yanks your thong down and helps you step out of it. He balls them up and slips them in the inner breast pocket of his blazer. Then, there’s the sound of his belt, and a zip.

Your eyes trail down his fully dressed form, your body squirming in anticipation.

He frees his cock, and strokes it a few times, before lifting you up against the wall. You squeak a little, and pull the dress around your hips. Matt gently guides himself to your dripping cunt, stroking it through your wet folds before sinking you down onto his aching cock.

“Christ, you feel so good around me” he moans, and you wrap his tie around your hand, yanking him close.

“ Then do something about it.” You say, and pull him against your lips, controlling the kiss until he starts moving, and snaps his hips just right.

“Matthew!” You mewl in surprise, and that’s the pace he keeps, fucking you into the wall behind. He grunts in response, and pulls your hand from his tie so he can pull your dress down enough to bury his face into your tits, sucking marks onto them. Your hand flys to his hair, moaning, and babbling out nonsense.

“J…Jus like that, please. Please!” you manage, eyes rolling back. You can feel yourself close to the edge, and when Matt’s teeth graze against your sensitive skin, you see stars. You’re clenching around him, causing his rhythm to falter - pushing him even closer to his end.

“ Can I, Ins-”

“Yes.” you barely breathe a response, and he nods, picking his pace back up to your surprise. It doesn't take long until he groans, borderline whines, as he cums deep inside of you, face buried into your tits. He slows his thrusts, staying inside of you for a few moments,  as you both come down from your highs.

“I think that has to be the best welcome I’ve ever received.” You hum, hand tangling into Matt’s hair to pull him up to face you, his swollen lips, and cheeks a similar pink.

A sloppy grin spreads across his face, and he finally slips out of you and sets you down. He doesn't give you back your underwear- and you blush at the feeling of his seed already leaking down your inner thigh.

“Then I guess I have a new personal record to set once we get to mine.” He taunts, and you blush as you smooth your dress out and pick up your flowers and chocolates.

“I’d like to see you try.” you goad, opening the bathroom door as he smacks your ass

“Don’t make me drag you back in there.” he says under a breath. You respond with nothing but a giggle.

You had a feeling you wouldn't actually see much of New York City that week.

[fanfiction-funtime]

Self insert oc: Alexander Vodka

AKA: Eis Cay'zar

Author of fate

A writer from Schneznaya who was driven from his home for his anti-Tsaritsa paper.

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Physical description:

A chubby fellow in a 1950's style noir trenchcoat and hat, some would even say he looks like he jumped right out of a noir comic book and into reality. He has brown hair and green eyes, a cowboy mustache, and a pointed beard like some kind of comic book supervillain genius.

He often acts confidently and even a bit egotistical when in places he's recognized and famous in, however in newer places he often seems distant and shys away from almost all contact.

Noone knows where his vision is, but they know he has one because of the cold aura that surrounds him.

At night he'll often trade his outfit for one more reminiscent of demons or vampires.

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Abilities:

Weapon type: Catalyst

Basic attack-truth: uses his catalyst to shoot a short burst of up to 3 ice shards, can attack in fast succession.

"Truth hurts, especially in bursts"

Charged attack-Bifrost: Alexander quickly makes an ice clone behind the enemy and fires 6 shots, this can increase to 3 clones if charged enough(times: 1 for 1 second, 2 for 2 seconds, and 3 for 2.5 seconds)

"I hate crowds, best company has always been myself"

Elemental ability-ice wall: creates an aura of sheer cold around himself that will damage enemies the more they stay in it, and apply the normal sheer cold to them. Does not affect party.

"My therapist said I put up walls because of trauma, but I couldn't hear them through the wall I had just built"

Elemental burst-a story to be told: Alexander takes out his book and opens to a random page, then randomly summons ice sculptures of one of 8 beings:

"Aster": this summon looks like the flatwoods monster, it surrounds the party in a swirl of ice blades that deal 2X damage as the character for 10 seconds.

"Who needs brawn, when you got brain"

"Ultimate foe": a demonic, pointy being of shadow. Will independently deal 25000 damage to three random foes.

"Meet my penultimate friend"

"Beethoven": a sculpture reminiscent of a ww1 zombie general, calls down a barrage of ice bombs that deal 5000 damage to enemies hit for 7 seconds.

"Good scifi doesn't predict, it prevents"

"Sorrows Joy": an angelic, faceless, robot like humanoid that spawns 25 angel shaped traps that freeze enemies around the character.

"With any luck, you're the only real one I've made"

"Death rider and the magic prince": two statues, one of a mummy like Schneznayan mystic of ancient barbarian times and the other an elven cavalry knight from the myths of mondstadt. The knight gives the party a 45% boost to speed and attack while moving, and the Schneznayan gives +10% damage bonus to elemental skills and +55% damage bonus to Catalyst.

"Feel the wrath of honor long passed"

"Zero point and Lion queen": a knightly man of spiked armor and a golden ottoman warrior woman whose golden chain completely obscures her head. Your enemies become inflicted with pyro and you are surrounded by thorn bushes that deal continuous damage of 1000 for 10 seconds.

"Walk down the way on a moonlit day"

The traveler: a child in a red straight jacket, his binds become undone after 4 seconds at which point all enemies take 10,000 X Alexander's level of damage.

"I uh,wont have to pay any copyrights will I?"

"Giota": a child in pyjamas who looks ready to sleep, this summon is very rare. It fully restores all party members and gives a 200% boost to both defense and damage of your characters.

"This fella's been with me since I was a kid"

"If it is a soldier's duty to escape the confines of a prison, is it not every person's duty to escape reality if even for a moment? A wise man said that, pray that I may one day be like him."

Passive-part the wasteland: Alexander is immune to sheer elements, and Grant's 50% resistance when in the party to all members.

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Story

Abandoning a dream

As a kid, Alexander was always put down when he said he wanted to write fiction, "there's no money in it" they all said.

He couldn't get into any art schools without support so he focused his mind elsewhere, a place he could hopefully use his writing to do just as much good: the first newspaper in Schneznaya.

Horrible truth

He didn't start as a trouble maker, but the more he sought out the truth the more he couldn't stand back and watch. He published numerous papers about the Tsarista's wrongdoings and the crimes of the fatui, how they would harass merchants in other nations, the unfair taxes many shipping businesses had to keep quiet about, all the way up to the war crimes the Tsarista had done in direct contradiction to her own laws.

Sadly, not many believed him even with evidence, but some got his message.

Those who fight

One day Alexander was approached by a man who claimed to have formed a resistance against the fatui. Alexander had inspired many people to disrupt the organization, and have even begun working with those outside Schneznaya.

With their help he didn't just publish some crimes, he published them all, he even got information that turned the general public against the fatui even if just a little.

In a way h had achieved his dream of helping others with his writing, even if it wasn't how he wanted.

Stop the presses

When the Tsarista started her big move of taking gnosis, she brought the hammer down on dissent like a boulder on a ten year old's wrist. One day a squad of thirty fatui stormed Alexander's home and business to silence him, and while they shut down his business they couldn't catch him.

Alexander fled into the wastelands of ice and snow and wasn't seen for several weeks.

Deus ex Vodka

One day Alexander showed up in Inazuma, a nation that had been oppressed for some time now and had recently reached it's height, yet no resistance had formed.

That was until Alexander came along.

Alexander published numerous books, spreading them throughout Inazuma. All of them spoke of freedom, of bravery, of rising up to achieve your ambitions.

And with those stories he inspired countless to take up arms, and in turn inspired countless to join the resistance.

And with mere fiction he had brought about hope,

And with mere fiction he shall do it again, in every form, and in every nation.

Vision: cold hearted

While wondering the waste Alexander fell down and looked to the skies.

He did not ask celestia why, he did not grieve or blame that he did not do more, instead Alexander did something he hadn't done in a long time:

He imagined.

And after he imagined he took out his notebook and wrote. In the freezing cold for seventeen days he wrote stories of hope and freedom.

For seventeen days the cold did not so much as cause him to flinch as he wrote tales of bravery.

For seventeen days Alexander Vodka lived how he wanted to live.

And at the end, he lied down to die.

Then a light shown, and when he opened his eyes to look he saw that the storm parted around him, and in his hand was an ice blue gem.

But Alexander was too paranoid from years of abuse from his peers as a child to wear it loosely, and far to extra to just get a lock. So instead Alexander shouted to celestia "if I shall have this Vision for my art, then it shall not kill me no matter what I do!"

He then shoved the vision into his heart and fell down.

Before he could bleed out however, a woman appeared.

"Hey Tsari, how ya doin." Alexander said as blood poured out his mouth.

"You dramatic fool," the Tsarista sighed as she put a hand on his chest, "you have my element, do you know how bad it'll look for me if you die by shoving your vision into your heart?"

"Why do you care? We hate eachother, in case you forgot."

The archon sighed, "you're just rebelling against what you see as unjust, just as I am. To be honest I feel a sort of rivalry with you, so it'd be a shame if you just died. Also," she painfully shoved the vision all the way in, painfully, "if your going to die it better be because of me, got it?"

Then Alexander sat up, and the god was gone. Along with the hole in his chest.

"Rival of a god eh?" He sat up, putting his gat back on his head, "I like the sound of that."

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How is this an insert?

Well his story can't be the exact same as mine, so I took my life and goals and made predictions, then fictionalized those predictions and expanded.

His appearance is pretty close to how I'll likely look based on my current appearance, and his dramatic attitude is exactly how I wanna act.

Him being shy in new places with strangers is me exactly as I am now really, however I do believe I'd act confidently if I were famous so he does as well.

Him being Catalyst is because I'm not athletic at all, and I figured a dps Catalyst would be cool. His main ability and resistance/immunity to sheer cold is based on how I wrap up in warm blankets when it's cold, and his ultimate is made up of characters I've made.

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Tagging: @genshin-obsessed, @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled, and @love-psxlm